Chapter 453: Anxious

Twenty minutes ago, on the square outside the Cathedral of Sacrifice, in the surging crowd, two figures stood quietly, staring at all this.

In the fanatical and joyful atmosphere, they were the only ones who seemed like outsiders.

Standing silently, for a long, long time...

It was as if they were waiting for a friend who had set out with confidence half an hour ago, gradually becoming restless, gradually becoming annoyed.

Yet in the silence, it was like taking an elevator in a super-high-rise building.

After pressing the button, moving slowly upward with no end in sight, in the endless silence, gradually becoming awkward.

So, they began to make small talk...

"The sky is very blue."

"Mm."

"The wind is also quite nice."

"Indeed."

"..."

"..."

The brief conversation didn't dispel the awkwardness, but instead made the silence seem deafening.

Seeing Wen Wen becoming restless again, Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh. Taking advantage of his height advantage, he patted her shoulder to soothe her, and then, before she could react, quickly found a topic: "Sister Wen, what exactly do you want to say?"

Wen Wen hugged her arms and stomped her feet, too late to be annoyed by Ji Jue’s pat on the shoulder, and fell into thought, so she didn't notice the slight smile curling at the corner of Ji Jue’s mouth.

He couldn't suppress the corner of his mouth.

A pure Wasteland dweller like Sister Wen, who was single-minded and single-threaded, was really easy to coax.

"...If I have to say it, it just feels a bit strange."

After Wen Wen pinched her chin and pondered for a long time, she sighed: "We’ve known each other for so long, and although we’ve worked together a lot, this is the first time we’ve gone out to fight together properly, right?"

"Mm, indeed."

Ji Jue nodded, thought for a moment, and also sighed: "There hasn't been any opportunity."

"..."

Immediately, the look Wen Wen gave him became increasingly complex, as if she were watching her own little brother go to work at someone else’s house!

"That guy Tong Tong Zhiwu, every time he mentions you, his eyes seem to..."

"...shine, saying how reliable and powerful you are, how tacit the cooperation is... I can only nod and say 'uh-huh' on the side, unable to interject at all. Every time he finishes, he asks me, 'Having such a reliable friend, missions must be very easy, I’m really envious of you.'"

Wen Wen’s teeth were almost bitten to pieces: "As a result, this cheap mother hasn't taken advantage of it at all."

"No, generally speaking, whatever opponent you encounter, you basically smash them with one punch, right? If you can't smash them with one punch, you just throw another."

Ji Jue reminded her regretfully: "I don't have any opportunity to perform at all. Besides, shouldn't a craftsman honestly stay in the base and work? It’s bad luck to actually get into an encounter battle with someone."

But thinking about it, for such a long time, having fought so many battles with people outside the workshop, he was almost used to it... Was it bad luck at work again?!

"A craftsman..."

Wen Wen was silent for a moment, "Although I still don't know if it’s a good thing for you to be a craftsman, you seem to be doing quite well.

It’s only been a little over a year, and you’ve already managed to handle Heavenly Craft; maybe in the future, I’ll have to report your name to ask for protection when I go out."

She sighed, casually hammered Ji Jue’s shoulder, but forgot about the height, hammering his chest, and then, she reacted, suddenly raising her head, her eyes scrutinizing: "By the way, what were you doing patting my shoulder just now?"

"Eh? Was I?"

Ji Jue looked over blankly, his innocent look already prepared, which instead made Wen Wen more convinced, her fist clenching and cracking: "You kid, taking advantage of me while I’m small, aren't you!"

"No, no, it was just a habit, a habit, I really didn't mean it."

Ji Jue hurriedly explained and coaxed, trying hard to suppress his laughter, "But I feel that Sister Wen, your current height is also quite cute, pfft—hey, there’s no need to hit me for that, right?

Fine, fine, I’ll shut up."

Ji Jue raised his hands to beg for mercy, otherwise Wen Wen would jump up and give his dog head a big slap. The current petrification of his body hadn't eased yet; don't let his head fly off with one slap, it would be more troublesome to reattach it later.

Seeing him surrender, Wen Wen hummed, then withdrew her gaze.

She didn't want to talk.

Ji Jue looked down. After installing the mechanical limbs, his height had actually increased by more than thirty centimeters. Now, with one growing and the other shrinking, Wen Wen only reached his chest.

How to put it, he always felt that after becoming shorter and younger,

her mind seemed to have become much younger too.

No, this world built on the remains of the Yellow Millet is ultimately a fantasy, everything is made of bubbles, even one’s own appearance is manifested according to one’s inner self-perception, which means...

Even though she looks so mature and steady, her heart is completely different!

"Pfft—"

As Ji Jue was thinking, his stomach suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help but bend over.

He was elbowed!

"Hey, Sister Wen, what are you doing?"

"Ah? I don't know either, I just inexplicably wanted to hammer you twice." Wen Wen asked sternly: "Usually, what kind of ghost things are the guys being beaten thinking about? You wouldn't be doing that too, right!?"

"Not at all, okay!"

"Then why do I want to hammer you more and more?"

"It’s just that you simply want to hammer someone!"

"Don't let me catch you, you kid!"

It was all just idle chatter when bored, but for some reason, since when, that awkwardness and alienation had disappeared.

Standing together naturally, pushing and shoving.

Amidst the countless fanatical prayers and shouts around them, like two completely different drops of water mixed into the ocean, drifting forward with the current.

Waiting with great patience.

Until, the roar of the gate opening finally sounded.

That figure, as if illuminated by holy light, walked out slowly amidst the cheers of the crowd, as if representing the gods, reigning over the earth, glancing contemptuously at everything, yet never stopping for the beauty of the world.

Finally—

Ji Jue sighed silently. After scattering so much bait and nesting for so long, a giant fish with enough weight finally rose from the water and showed its head!

"Sister Wen, good luck." He lowered his head, encouraging her one last time.

"Tch, as if I needed you to say that."

Wen Wen laughed, lifted her hood, stared straight at the Saint hundreds of meters away, and loosened her wrists: "Watch me."

After nagging for so long, she could finally have a clean fight!

She gripped the long spear that had been disassembled into two sections behind her, combined them, the weight finely tuned, and the wonderful feel as if it were one with her five fingers.

Size, weight, center of gravity, all perfect.

At that moment, she gripped the reconstructed long spear and threw it fiercely!

With this, she stirred up thunder and wind.

The iron light burned red, drawing a straight line, across such a long distance, as if tearing through thin paper, piercing into the chest of the Saint Idra. The terrifying power erupted again, dragging that body, flying up, and nailing it into the Holy Gate.

The echo roared, erupting suddenly.

Screams, roars, ravings, wails—amidst the countless mixed sounds, the crowd scattered like a receding tide, and there were still fanatical believers who didn't know their own strength trying to pounce over.

Under the sleeve of the robe, a pistol was raised.

Ji Jue pulled the trigger without looking back, knocking them down one by one. The silver bullets drilled into the spinal cord like living things, spreading, absorbing intelligence, and quickly solidifying.

Turning those fanatical believers into incomplete stone statues.

At best, they were just dust.

Because there was a real sound of divine wrath, sounding from the highest point of the cathedral!

"Heretic, her... tic!"

On the Holy Gate, the incomplete Saint convulsed, raised his broken face, his handsome and solemn face full of ferocity, his scarlet pupils staring dead at Wen Wen and Ji Jue, opening his mouth, roaring:

"Heretic, die!!!"

Boom—!

That remnant body suddenly expanded, like a balloon, expanding to the limit, and then, exploded suddenly, blood and flesh buds spreading like a tide.

Bang!

The long spear flew backward and fell to the ground, eroded by the blood color, quickly rusting.

And amidst the angry roar, Idra broke free from the fragile Heavenly Human body, the so-called Saint, revealing his true form!

It was like a bizarre big snake, using the remnant body as an exit, galloping out, wriggling incessantly, with fanatical faces like scales dotted on its body.

And on the big snake-like body, six wing-like organs unfolded quickly, as if woven from white bone and flesh, miserable and ferocious.

And four heads, four faces, grew from the head of the giant snake—compassion, indifference, wrath, and a smile, the expressions changing incessantly.

At this moment, it suddenly opened its mouth, scolding angrily.

Like a lion roaring.

An invisible tide erupted, blowing in all directions, the weight of ten thousand tons appearing out of thin air from the void, crushing all bricks, tiles, buildings, structures, and even fragile Heavenly Human bodies into powder!

The divine power was infinite, but the believers who hadn't had time to escape were instantly turned into meat paste, leaving only blood mist drifting in mid-air.

Including the fanatical believers Ji Jue had restrained.

The demons and heretics didn't poison them, but the power of the gods crushed them into powder, not caring at all. No, in the eyes of the Saint, mortals who hadn't washed away their original sin were not worth cherishing at all, right?

Not to mention the heretics before him!

The heretics didn't care about him either.

Even if the gravity torrent swept over, they were too lazy to look—the Saint didn't cherish the believers, but Sister Wen would definitely protect her little brother!

Wen Wen reached out, the rust-covered long spear flew back, fell into her hand, held upside down, and pierced toward the ground!

Like a reef, it smashed the incoming torrent into powder, causing the invisible power to split from the center and flow to both sides.

"It’s up to you, Sister Wen!"

Ji Jue retreated without any sense of brotherhood, like a trainer throwing out a Pokémon, imposing: "Kill him!"

"You shut up—"

Seeing this dog thing’s breezy look, Wen Wen felt angry, but being angry was easy; after all, there was a ready-made punching bag right in front of her.

Boom!

On the ground, a crack suddenly appeared. Wen Wen advanced, trampled the earth, soared into the air, and shot toward the angel-like Saint in mid-air.

In her hand, the golden spear reappeared with fierce light, easily cutting through the gale and barrier raised by the wings, advancing, breaking through the two wings covering the face, the upside-down long spear stabbing toward Idra’s face.

Then, she saw the mockery appearing on the four faces.

Open mouth, spray!!

Scarlet lightning intertwined and shot out, like sharp blades, rushing toward her!

The long spear and the thunder collided, actually sparking a sharp sound of metal friction, vibrating intensely, the rusted parts spreading rapidly, and in the end, actually... breaking from the center?!

Wen Wen was stunned for a moment, took advantage of the momentum to fly backward, fell, rolled on the ground in a wretched state, but blade after blade of scarlet thunder fell like a rainstorm, chasing relentlessly.

"Ji Jue, what’s going on!"

Wen Wen was furious: "How did this thing break!"

"It was made from an angel in the first place, and it’s a substandard fake angel. It’s normal for it to break after hitting each other."

Ji Jue poked his head out, waved his hand calmly: "You hold on for a bit, I’ll solve it immediately!"

"I’ll hold your—"

Wen Wen’s teeth were almost bitten to pieces, finally realizing what it meant for a craftsman’s mouth to be a liar’s ghost!

Am I a test subject for you!

But it was too late, she could only throw the two broken sections of the spear back to Ji Jue, but Ji Jue on the other side had already fallen into the siege of angels, left and right.

Before she could care about others, she heard the roar coming from the sky again.

Rainstorm pouring down.

Countless scarlet thunders covered the sky, and amidst the Saint’s wrath and mockery, they fell from the sky!

"Heretic, die!"

But the next moment, the infinitely falling thunder suddenly stalled, and then, split from the center.

A figure had soared into the sky again, moving incredibly fast, like a meteorite going against the current, smashing through the fragile thunder one by one.

Close at hand!

Facing the four faces and eight eyes, Wen Wen clenched her fist and swung it without mercy.

[?]

A moment of astonishment, and then, the huge Saint actually...

Flew backward!

Boom!!!!

Amidst the loud noise, the huge angel smashed into the broken cathedral, almost embedded in the collapsed ruins.

Just one punch!

Amidst the rising dust, the figure approaching step by step was outlined.

"You probably have a bad memory, right?"

Wen Wen raised her hand, wiped the trace of nosebleed on her face indifferently, and raised her head contemptuously: "Did you forget how I beat you guys before those things?"