Chapter 66: Memory Drive

Chen Ling seemingly understood what was going on with this Ancient Vault of the Military Path.

The Enforcer on the ship had said that the Divine Dao Ancient Repository was the concretization of the 'Divine Nature' corresponding to the Divine Path in the human world. It contained all the accumulation of humans on a certain path over the past tens of thousands of years...

At first, Chen Ling didn't really grasp the concept, but the scene before his eyes instantly made him recall a certain term from the previous era——

Memory drive.

The Ancient Vault of the Military Path was like a super memory drive, gathering all the "warfare" and "slaughter" throughout human history here, and manifesting and refreshing them according to some logic. The trial section they were in should be the peripheral region of this memory drive.

This ten-man ravine before his eyes seemed to have retained a segment of war history. Once someone entered this area, it would be triggered. And as long as they left, the Slaughter Projections inside would automatically reset...

No wonder the Enforcer had told them to act according to their abilities. In this mode, as long as the participating Law Enforcers didn't court death themselves, they could ensure their own safety by running away the moment they felt they couldn't win. It couldn't be more suitable for training this group of rookies.

Chen Ling took another step into the ravine. This time, he didn't retreat, but walked straight toward the ten people.

"It's that Qin army Lackey! Kill!!"

The spear tips, mottled with dark blood, broke through the air but didn't touch Chen Ling's body. That smear of vermilion lightly dodged the trajectory of the spears. In the blink of an eye, he crossed several steps, and a Dagger flashing with a cold glint sliced across the throat of the first soldier.

Immediately after, three spears thrust forward howling!

These soldiers were different from those scumbags on Ice Spring Street. They were clearly trained. Whether it was their coordination with each other or the angles of their attacks, they were extremely tricky.

Gripping the Dagger, Chen Ling retreated continuously in the ravine, dodging the spear tips that stabbed at him frantically. At the same time, his foot stomped forcefully against the wall to the side!

His figure leaped into midair, directly crossing over this wall of spears, landing in the center of the several people like a phantom.

The hem of the theatrical robe swept out a circular arc. The snow-white cold glint instantly snatched away the lives of three people. In this kind of close-quarters situation, the flexibility of the Dagger far exceeded that of the spears. The several soldiers couldn't react in time at all and fell one after another.

In just a brief exchange, Chen Ling had killed four people.

He looked back at the several corpses lying in pools of blood, an indescribable feeling in his heart... He didn't know how he had done it. That move just now, where he used the wall to leap into midair and then slaughtered the crowd, was entirely combat instinct to him. He hadn't thought about it at all in that moment.

It was as if... he inherently knew how to kill people in the most efficient manner.

After killing four soldiers in succession, Chen Ling watched with his own eyes as their corpses turned into black aura and surged into his body. At the same time, an inexplicable craving emerged in his mind.

This feeling was very difficult to describe. It was like the inexplicable confidence of walking out of a cinema right after watching a gangster movie, where one's back uncontrollably straightened, one's gaze turned arrogant, and everyone else looked like a little punk.

Under the baptism of Killing Intent, his soul was craving more intense combat, craving more blood and fire.

Vicious light flickered in Chen Ling's eyes. He attacked again without hesitation, charging toward the remaining six soldiers to kill them!

A smear of red clothes danced in the crowd. Under Chen Ling's flexibility, the advantage of long weapons ceased to exist completely. The six soldiers fought and retreated within the ravine, entirely unable to withstand the tricky attacking angles of the Dagger.

Finally, under Chen Ling's fierce offensive, a flaw appeared in their coordination. As the first figure was killed by Chen Ling, more and more figures fell one after another.

Fresh blood soaked the earth, and chilling Killing Intent filled the entire ravine before being entirely sucked into that red-clothed figure's body.

"Lackey... you'll die a horrible death..."

Chen Ling's Dagger pierced the chest of the last soldier. The latter's blood-red eyes stared fixedly at him, fresh blood surging from his throat. Only after finishing this sentence did he collapse into a pool of blood.

The last trace of Killing Intent drilled into Chen Ling's body. He looked down at the ground littered with corpses and spoke thoughtfully:

"Qin army Lackey... I wonder which war this is a projection of?"

Chen Ling didn't understand history much, nor was he interested in learning about it. To him, stealing the Dao Foundation of the Martial God Path as soon as possible was the important matter.

Just as he was preparing to leave this ravine, the earth beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble!

In the sky of the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, the sea of clouds surged. That black giant sword piercing the heavens and earth finally revealed its true appearance bit by bit in the clouds and mist. Above the unreachable heaven, a speck of faint light lit up from the end of the hilt. There, a dark red gem shone like a star!

At this moment, Chen Ling felt the Killing Intent within his body begin to boil. In the unseen world, it felt as if something had locked onto him.

Wait...

Why did this feeling feel so familiar?

Right when Chen Ling was bewildered, a black ribbon extended from the gem on the hilt. Like a swimming snake, it passed through the sea of clouds, flying straight towards him!

...

Meanwhile, in another area of the Ancient Vault of the Military Path.

"Trash! With so many people, you can't even deal with three Slaughter Projections?!"

Within a small ravine, seven Law Enforcers clumsily held sabers and swords, retreating continuously in the face of the attacks from three armored soldiers.

Yan Xicai and Pu Wen stood outside the ravine. Watching this strenuous battle, Yan Xicai couldn't help but open his mouth to curse:

"Seven fighting three and you still can't win? How the hell have you guys been Law Enforcers these past few years??"

The seven Law Enforcers inside the ravine wanted to cry but had no tears.

They had indeed been Law Enforcers in Aurora City for three years, but what era was it now? Law Enforcers all traveled with guns. Practicing marksmanship was countless times more useful than practicing close-quarters combat. Who even practiced close-quarters combat with cold weapons anymore?

But as it happened... their issued firearms had all been stolen by the Fire-Stealers.

Without guns, they could only pick up surrounding cold weapons to fight. But when it came to close-quarters combat, having barely even held sabers or swords, what were they supposed to use to fight against soldiers from human history who had experienced many battles?

Therefore, even though they found a ravine with only three Slaughter Projections, even with a full-force siege, they were still suppressed and beaten... making Yan Xicai to the side stomp his feet in anger.

"Brother Pu, hurry up and make a move... If I keep watching, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back from killing this entire bunch of trash." Yan Xicai suppressed his anger and spoke to Pu Wen beside him.

Pu Wen nodded. He reached a hand into his sleeve, and a piece of Xuan Paper once again appeared in his palm.

"Fix," he murmured toward the three soldiers.

As the character "Fix" on the Xuan Paper disappeared, the three armored soldiers simultaneously froze in place. The remaining Law Enforcers finally breathed a sigh of relief. Gripping their sabers and swords, they lowered their heads and hacked away at them.