Chapter 155: Zishu Dada?

Divine Aura: After prolonged contact with the artifact of the Winter and Darkness God Cen Nuoboge, the divine aura has seeped onto the body; all native wild beasts on the eternally frozen Icefield will not attack and will treat you as kin. Remaining time: 3 hours 49 minutes.

Chen Shicheng concealed his form and approached, and from the silhouettes among the wild beasts he actually identified a temporary passive skill.

But what kind of god is this Cen Nuoboge?

He suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon: although the western countries on the other side of the Earth are far away, he still has some knowledge of their myths.

Yet the neighboring old Russian, if allowed to speak freely about one of their gods, Chen Shicheng knows absolutely nothing.

Nevertheless, the deity's origin doesn't matter; the main point is that from the skill description he can glean some key information.

Since it's a god, there must be a temple—likely the place the great deities of the Iron Blood Great Wall aim to destroy—and there may be a divine artifact there, perhaps comparable to a domestic celestial relic? Chen Shicheng carries a spirit tool called "Enlightened Beast Claw", so he knows the power of such high‑level equipment.

And the enemy possesses a divine artifact even higher than a spirit tool; its boost to power should be even more exaggerated—going there would be suicide?

The thought of rescuing them and then turning back to reality flashed through his mind, but he quickly snuffed it out before it could sprout.

Now the arrow is nocked and must be released; there's no time for deliberation! During his brief contemplation, two more members of the support troops fell, and collapse loomed. Chen Shicheng hurriedly checked the mask on his face, then charged forward with forty imps.

As soon as he appeared, both the silhouettes among the wild beasts and the support troops instantly noticed him.

"Hold on a moment, our support is arriving!"

The highest‑ranked old Russian among the wild beasts, upon seeing Chen Shicheng charge in with a horde, first mistook him for an ally and shouted loudly.

Of course, it was deliberate—to crush the morale of the support troops and plunge them into chaos.

The support troops felt a pang; some wore expressions of despair.

They had been barely holding on, but the enemy still received reinforcements. With losses on both sides, how could they fight? Surrender seemed the only option!

"Stay steady!"

"Don't panic!"

The three leaders kept urging morale, but the effect was negligible.

The opponent's words had a perfect effect; the support troops were instantly shrouded in an atmosphere of despair, and their actions slowed.

Conversely, the peripheral members of the Silent Council, hearing that they still had reinforcements, grew fiercer in their attacks, and the support troops faced mounting peril.

The highest‑ranked individual flashed a confident smile, stopped hiding, and stepped out from behind a Frost One‑Eyed Giant.

With a swing of his half‑person‑tall Magic Wand, a massive thundercloud formed above the support troops; after a moment of brewing, countless purple bolts of lightning rained down, instantly slashing the troops' numbers.

Seeing this, the top‑ranked man waved his wand even more vigorously, and the lightning strikes grew increasingly frequent.

However, just as he thought victory was tilting his way, two semi‑transparent Icefield Wolf imps suddenly bit the Frost One‑Eyed Giant's legs, one on each side.

A bear‑type magical beast also charged in, leapt over the giant's head, and slammed down heavily on its body; its massive paw struck the giant's skull in a brutal blow. What the heck?

The man instantly turned around, his face full of surprise as he looked back.

These magical beasts came with the supporting man; although they were semi‑transparent spirits, he assumed they were some new contraption the Silent Council had devised.

But why would they aid the enemy side? Was it a mistake?

The thought flashed in his mind for less than a second before he dismissed it.

No, that man isn't our support!

The man reacted instantly, was shocked, and before he could regret his misjudgment, he raised his wand and cast a shield on himself.

The thundercloud above the boulder lost its command, and its accuracy and volume plummeted sharply; moreover, the outermost wild beasts, their hatred seemingly redirected, instantly abandoned the encirclement and charged toward Chen Shicheng.

This odd shift left everyone present stunned; many instinctively glanced toward the distant silhouette advancing step by step—clearly all of this began after his arrival.

What's happening?

Is this internal strife, or are they not enemies at all?

At the front of the formation, Chen Long's eyes suddenly lit up as he vaguely recognized the mask on the newcomer's face! He was far from unfamiliar with that mask; during the two trading gatherings in the underground palace, he had even flattered the wearer—he could never mistake it.

Zishu Dada rushed over to save him!

By now Chen Shicheng had reached the battlefield; the slower imps were already tangled with the wild beasts, carving a path for him.

The highest‑ranked opponent had finished his incantation; at the tip of his raised wand a massive magical circle appeared, specks of lightning flickering, about to surge forth.

The others were also stunned, unable to comprehend why the enemy would turn on each other—drunkenness isn't an excuse! Amid their confusion, the distant magical circle suddenly split in two, and as Chen Shicheng casually waved again, his shield followed suit.

The next second, the life spark in the top opponent's eyes abruptly vanished; his body and wand shattered into countless fragments, scattering on the ground.

The distant support troops gasped coldly at the sight.

They had witnessed his strength; although his rank was lower than the leaders and he relied on wild beasts, his lightning‑type magic, unlike domestic systems, cost them dearly.

Not only was his attack power high, but the paralysis effect also gave them major trouble; most of the wounded unable to fight here were thanks to him.

At this moment, that slippery fellow was instantly killed within the wild‑beast crowd in under three seconds—what a concept? "Bad, they're from the Iron Blood Great Wall!"

"Retreat quickly!"

"What are the people above doing? Haven't they already trapped those people!"

The old Russians hidden among the wild beasts froze for a moment, then instantly recovered, cursing as they fled outward.

(End of Chapter)