Chapter 88: Sense of Oppression

It is well known that in the past, when the South Continent, North Continent, Middle Lands, and Thousand Islands were not yet divided and the world was a unified whole, everything in the mortal realm was under the control of the Eternal Empire.

After the primordial age of chaos ended, the Eternal Empire unified everything and controlled all; its rule even extended for a long period of several thousand years...

The terror of its power, the depth of its foundation, and the richness of its accumulation can be seen from this.

And under this premise, as members of the resistance organization 【Mo】, what was needed, besides determination and perseverance, was the most crucial ability: the ability to run away!

Faced with the Empire's frequent crackdowns, attacks that swept through like a plow, and blockades that left nothing behind, the Mohists of the ancient era could only flee everywhere, hiding in dark corners.

Living hand to mouth, not knowing if there would be a next meal, was the norm.

You say what?

A workshop?

What kind of dream are you having, friend!

Never mind a workshop; even if you were just building a brick house, before the ceiling was even up, the Empire could dismantle it directly and grind it into powder.

They would pull up the wheat you just planted in the field, slaughter the sow farrowing in the pen, and even split the earthworms on the ground in half!

Precisely because of this, artisans had to minimize their reliance on workshops and various equipment to the greatest extent, and unless necessary, they would never stay in one place for long.

Any trace left by an unregistered workshop would become a death warrant for the artisan.

However, an artisan without a workshop is like a civil servant without a position, a flat soda, a safety officer who can't get a seat at the table, or an author without recommendations and monthly votes...

They belong to that orphan state where you can't say they're dead, but they're quite far from being alive, and you can't say they're alive, but they're just one breath away from death anyway.

This kind of thing, you can't do without it, but having it might cost you your life.

Faced with such an embarrassing predicament of being held by the throat, the members of successive generations, Heavenly Humans and Heaven-Chosen, after countless secret attempts and explorations, finally found the optimal solution.

This is the origin of 【Non-Aggression】.

To get rid of the artisan's reliance on workshops and tools, and even to discard workshops and tools—processing materials directly with both hands, and performing alchemical operations on matter with one's own spiritual quality!

Therefore, no furnace is needed; wherever the hands reach, Non-Aggression can manipulate the properties of matter at will. No tools are needed; wherever the spiritual quality reaches, Non-Aggression can create circuits and runes at will.

As long as the artisan's hands remain, the struggle of Mo will never cease.

As long as the artisan's soul remains, the realm of innovation will never end!

No limits, no shackles.

All things and phenomena rely on what these hands create; everything in heaven and on earth is formed by these ten fingers!

This is 【Creation of Non-Aggression】!

And the effect brought about by this is absolute control over spiritual quality!

Whether it is guiding, catalyzing, diffusing, concentrating, extracting, or purifying... just as Ji Jue dreamed of in the past, arbitrarily extracting and manipulating all spiritual quality within the material.

Just as Ji Jue saw the moment he merged with Non-Aggression—the world is created from invisible hands; the source of all Non-Aggression creation is the artisan's hands.

As long as it is within the range of Ji Jue's ten fingers, no change in spiritual quality can bypass his control. Unless its qualitative change and quantity exceed ten times Ji Jue's control ability, it will inevitably be within his range of interference.

It is a pity that no matter how hard Lu Feng tries, it is useless. From the day Non-Aggression was born, it has been the nemesis of all spiritual quality manipulation abilities.

All techniques based on the use of spiritual quality are destined to be beaten back to their original form the moment they encounter it!

Our hero is like this; there is a kind of beauty in his strength.

Who told you not to BAN him?

Oh, it seems it's not your turn anyway, so never mind.

Go die quickly!

Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, emptying the last row of slugs on his belt.

Crack!

Accompanied by his 'careless' wave of the hand, the beast of fury formed by spiritual quality shaping froze in an instant, and began to dissipate again the moment it appeared, like a phantom that would shatter at a touch.

Just like that, admiring Lu Feng's expression as if he had seen a ghost, he incidentally hid his right hand, which had skin splitting, nails peeling, and was twitching and numb to the point of being almost uncontrollable, behind his back.

Five fingers clenched.

Ember-line spiritual quality enhancement · material property manipulation.

On the pitch-black complex totem, a faint light appeared for an instant.

Under the operation of Non-Aggression, alchemy began, with the damaged hands as the object, and the goal of restoring them to their original appearance.

This is the most basic operation in alchemy—repair; at this moment, under the dual blessing of fluid alchemy and modern alchemy, both paths advanced, matching inside and out.

In an instant, the peeling wounds healed, the bruises dissipated and were forcibly covered, and the peeling nails returned to their former positions, restoring them to their original appearance.

As if nothing had happened, perfect and flawless.

As for the subtle scars and cracks on the internal bones, the ruptured capillaries, and the torn muscles... unless Young Master Lu's eyes came with an X-ray machine, the devil would know.

This is the most wonderful part of magic; as long as you can't figure out what tricks are hidden behind that thin curtain, then everything happening before your eyes seems natural and incredible.

Lu Feng doesn't need to know that Ji Jue's current level is still too low, and that just reverse-dissolving the opponent's shaping spiritual quality every now and then is already exhausting him to the point of almost not being able to hold on; he only needs to know that all his offensives and the Lu family heritage he has been deeply proud of since childhood are like a joke in front of his opponent, and that is enough.

Following this is a sense of oppression that is almost suffocating.

Compared to the shock brought by the breaking of spiritual quality shaping, the panic stemming from instinct and the horror suffered by reason are the true final straws that break the camel's back!

At this very moment, under the protection of the Dragon Scale Armor, Lu Feng has lost his composure!

The response strategies taught since childhood and the rich experience accumulated by the Lu family over hundreds or thousands of years constantly surfaced and disappeared from his mind like flowing water, but they couldn't leave any trace at all.

He couldn't figure out at all what tricks Ji Jue was playing!

What's going on? What happened? What the hell is this?!

He didn't even dare to rashly activate the other clone from his uncle hidden in the Time Sand Bead on his wrist; this was his last life-saving talisman.

And just the moment he saw Ji Jue load a slug dyed scarlet into the gun body, he instinctively felt a chill again; under the Dragon Scale Armor covered in cracks, his figure suddenly blurred.

When he appeared again, he was already dozens of meters away, sparing no cost to open the distance and set up a repulsion defense.

There was no longer the refinement and demeanor from just a moment ago.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.

He just stared fixedly at Ji Jue's appearance, and his hands.

Is this Non-Aggression? The matrix passed down by the sages, could the difference from his own be so great?! But could there really be such an exaggerated matrix effect blessing in the world?!

Even if the essence and common sense of alchemy told him it was impossible, impossible for such a bizarre thing to happen, but from that smile that faintly carried mockery and indifference, he found it difficult to distinguish.

The moment he sensed Ji Jue pull the trigger, he subconsciously waved his hand!

A chill suddenly burst out, a gale and white snow swirled, and a wall of ice and iron rose from the ground, blocking the front of the muzzle... but what flew out of the muzzle was just an ordinary slug.

It couldn't even pierce the outermost defense of the ice-iron wall.

Damn it, played again!

Ji Jue's eyebrows raised, and he couldn't help but whistle.

This wave of bluffing had an excellent effect; one wave of basic attacks almost tricked the opponent's flash and equipment skills, it's just a pity that his own ability is still insufficient.

As long as he can advance one more stage, or his research on fluid alchemy and modern alchemy goes one step deeper, this wave of pressure will be full, and the opponent won't even dare to fight him in a team battle.

In the future, they might just walk around him when they see him.

"Calm down, Boss!"

Slan's voice sounded from the communication: "Don't be fooled by that kid; I can't figure out what tricks he's playing, but it's definitely not as easy as it looks. This is not a one-on-one duel; there's no need to fight him alone!"

Boom!

From among the Returning Knights, Slan at the very front suddenly waved his hand and threw a javelin at Ji Jue, but in mid-air, the javelin was already cut off by the iron plate thrown by Xiao An, exploding into a mass of scarlet blood light.

The knights' formation unfolded, guarding Lu Feng again, and even sparing no effort to abandon the blockade and siege of An Ran.

The Returning Knights followed orders strictly, and Slan's brain remained clear from beginning to end; compared to victory, the boss's safety was the top priority. What's the use of winning? Everyone came out to fight for money. Even if they killed these two kids here, if Lu Feng died, who would pay them the final payment?

In less than a few minutes, Xiao An's spiritual quality was already more than half consumed, and the surging sword Qi was spitting out, appearing even more sharp and violent.

Fighting many alone, relying on the mobility brought by the sword hum, even though the Returning Knights were numerous, they couldn't do anything to him at this moment, only leaving a few wounds.

Looking at his opponents, almost everyone was wounded, or even severely injured!

The pity is that the injuries also couldn't affect the opponent's combat power at this moment.

The large group of Heaven-Chosen sealed by the Red King all obtained the same blessings: blood-drinking, breaking strength, fierce fighting... it can be said that their endurance was full, and a Great Knight Commander like Slan who reached the fifth stage had already obtained many blessings sufficient to form a chain effect—【Wild Hunt】!

No vital points, no fatigue, no fear of danger; as long as the health bar is still there, they can maintain peak combat power, and even be stronger the less blood they have. As long as the heart doesn't stop, they can fight endlessly!

In the decisive battle more than ninety years ago, the seventy-one knights of the Red State charged the formation and defeated the Iron Guards of the White State head-on, which achieved the banner of the Returning Knights. Born to fight, returning home to die. To this day, the headless undead knights are still a terrifying nightmare circulating on the Middle Lands battlefield.

At this moment, the knights who reorganized their formation didn't rush to attack, but unanimously took out the pendant-shaped medicine bottles from their bosoms, bit the bottle mouth open, spat it out, and drank the medicine in one gulp.

Thus, blood-colored flames with substance rose from their bodies; the flames were like living things, connecting with each other, as if they were about to turn into a raging fire spreading across the whole world.

Blood-burning sacrifice, using the blood of the large group of Heaven-Chosen themselves as a sacrifice, sacrificing to the fungal colony, to receive the gift from the Fungal Lord. Exchanging life for power and endurance, all knights will share the same soul and blood source, and only the large group of Heaven-Chosen with the same matrix can be so conveniently united as one.

The Returning Knights are going to fight for their lives!

Under the protection of the wing formation, the disheveled Lu Feng finally smiled, coldly staring at the two remaining enemies. Now, they have nowhere to run, and they don't even have that broken car...

Wait—

Unaccountably, Lu Feng suddenly froze, feeling a chill from nowhere, and even sluggish horror and suspicion, unable to understand: where is the car?

Where is that damn car?!

At that moment, what he heard was a faint crisp sound.

Coming from behind all the Returning Knights...

Click!

Magazine loaded...

In the chaotic battle, the three-wheeled motorcycle, which had no presence at all, finally shook off the dust-proof felt cloth covering the cargo box, revealing the harvest piled up like a mountain.

And even, inside the large and small bags, the bracket that Ji Jue had just welded in the camp not long ago.

On the bracket, there was a strange-looking steel creation.

Thick, long, black, hard...

And there were six tubes, which didn't know when they began to rotate slowly, aiming remotely at the backs of the Returning Knights... making Lu Feng unable to help but have his eyes split with rage!

A generous sponsorship from retired veterans, good things dug out from the basement of the Veterans Mutual Aid Association warehouse by Brother Feng using his face, and refurbished and quenched by Brother Furnace.

And the 2,100 bullets specially transferred by Sister Wen occupied more than 70% of the load capacity of the original Little Niu Ma...

——That is a six-barreled heavy machine gun!

At that moment, the rear of Little Niu Ma finally finished adjusting its direction,

Just like that, at Ji Jue's signal, it roared heartily.

"BEEP!!!!!" ===== CHAPTER 89 =====