Chapter 234: Annihilation

Thousands of souls completed the strategic analysis, and the result was consistent with the judgment Du Zhengyi had made based on intuition and experience: the possibility of intentional interference decoys was greater. However, distinguishing them immediately was difficult; first of all, Seal Beasts were not very intelligent things, and the Mage Copy Consciousnesses, hastily copied after cutting off the core, were all sloppily made idiots. It had always been difficult to distinguish between beasts and idiots, and it was even harder for Luo Qi to complete this task in a short amount of time.

As for exactly how short this time was, it basically depended on the speed at which the beasts were charging over. Luo Qi felt that this was, to a certain extent, a bit like a modern human battlefield, only in reverse; Luo Qi was equivalent to a missile, and he had to blow up the opponent's Seal Beasts. The opponent's characteristics were similar to a human anti-missile system, releasing a large number of decoys to interfere with him. In an extremely short amount of time, Luo Qi had no way to immediately extract the species characteristics of the Seal Beasts; all he could do was annihilate them all.

The thick fog overhead broke through their final line of defense, and the mist permeated the courtyard. Luo Qi sensed that the Mahjong in the house behind him had taken action. He expanded his own Yajian, widening the barrier of his Yajian to envelop himself and Guan Xinyue. Mahjong must have also sensed the ill intent in the mist; the large-scale sweeping Yajian could also be aggressive. Although the three of them could resist it, Guan Xinyue's mental world was completely undefended.

Actually, his Yajian barrier had been opened a bit too early. Luo Qi concentrated his attention in the Consciousness World and issued a new wave of attack commands. Thousands of souls launched an attack with him, carrying out an indiscriminate death attack on all the Yajian in the mist. Thousands of not-so-complex Yajian wailed in the void of the Consciousness World, and after the concerted fighting of Luo Qi's undead army, the once-noisy Consciousness World fell into dead silence.

However, the opponent's numbers were massive, and when Luo Qi finished this job and withdrew from the Consciousness Space, even his forehead felt painful.

"Well done," Du Zhengyi said in a low voice.

Luo Qi looked at him, feeling dizzy. Du Zhengyi was holding a straight-handled long blade in his hand. He felt a bit embarrassed; he hadn't finished the job completely just now, and there were three fish that had slipped through the net, all relying on Du Zhengyi's quick reaction to finish them off with a few slashes.

"What exactly were those things?" Luo Qi asked. The fog was too thick, and it was night; even though Mahjong had turned on the lights in the courtyard after turning off the indoor lights, the light that could penetrate the fog was extremely limited. He could barely see Du Zhengyi standing two steps away from him, but fortunately, he no longer relied entirely on his vision to see people.

"A bit like a marten," Du Zhengyi said dryly.

"A bird? Birds fly that slowly?" Luo Qi said in surprise. He quickly recalled the Yajian he had explored just now; it didn't look much like a bird. The thinking and Yajian of birds were too strange, and he had always been a bit resistant to processing the Yajian of birds.

"Marten," Du Zhengyi emphasized again, "the kind used for fur coats."

Luo Qi realized, "Damn, what kind of special attack power does such a small animal have?"

"I think they are just martens, farmed martens, and a bit fat, too." Du Zhengyi's voice sounded a bit annoyed, and after a little thought, Luo Qi understood.

"I spent so much effort wringing the necks of a winter's worth of martens for Haining Leather City?" Luo Qi was more than just annoyed; he was furious and just wanted to curse, "That's so damn immoral! Are they trying to tire me to death with a war of attrition?"

"How many Yajian did you end?" Du Zhengyi asked.

Luo Qi hesitated for a moment; his brain received and processed the results sent back by the souls, "Three thousand martens and thirty-five hundred incomplete Copy Consciousnesses."

"Over six thousand Yajian," Du Zhengyi said in a low voice, "not very optimistic."