Chapter 704: NO.73: Chazuo, learn to voice the training staff! (x)

NO. 73: Chazuo, learn to voice the training staff! (x)

Guo Han of Taiyuan, in midsummer lay in the courtyard under the moon, gazed up at the sky, saw someone slowly descending until they arrived before Han, who said, "I am the heavenly Weaver Maiden." He then examined his clothing and found no seams. Han asked him, and he replied, "Heavenly garments are not made of needle and thread." Whenever he went, he always carried his clothing with him. — Former Shu·Niu Jiao's《Strange Records·Guo Han》

In Dayan, all the gods are giant beasts, more or less capable of assuming human form; compared to transforming into humans, the more basic ability is generally some degree of rule technique.

Just like the year's smelting, evening's painting, order's carefree wandering, and a certain Ya's mistaken tailoring, as for the other Zhong Yue known to the members of Rhodes Island——he is no longer considered a fragment of a giant beast, nor does he possess the innate rule; all he has is the 'martial' he has cultivated himself.

Indeed, when martial arts reach clear understanding of oneself, the extent to which they dispel falsehood is also a kind of rule technique.

The pinnacle of acquired mastery is certainly more enviable, but it ultimately does not belong to what is innate.

What is being referred to now is still the gods' own innate talent, and the woman who knows 'weaving' from birth, who incarnates as a dragon girl, has mastered that rule technique and studied the acquired technique, both based on that single character.

【Weaving】

Seven cycles revolve, seven threads are woven, the tight silk seam like a completely flat plane—this is the defense she forged against the emperor's divine might.

It is the ability to also coalesce matter at the molecular level into one, and also to weave different substances into one; even if the molecular density is extremely high, it does not change its inherent nature.

Fibers will ultimately be scorched and broken by thunder, let alone that the fibers are also attached to an abnormal rule restrained by the concept of lightning.

After undergoing the ZG-75/9.81 high-temperature, high-pressure circulating fluidization of the thousand-degree Yangyan True Fire, and experiencing the electric power generated by the 75 kW ultra-high-voltage transmission and distribution line after ninety-nine eighty-one turns that forged the lightning-struck wood, to this day it is still being long-used by the Daoists of Dongyan Yuanneng to forge swords that repel evil.

If it carries a bit of nuclear radiation, then it is even more so called the Yangyan Breath, or the Fire's Delight, with stronger effect—namely, when drawing the sword one must first take a few anti-radiation pills, or else spend a lot of money to buy a miniaturized nuclear control device.

Otherwise, one will be directly taken to the detention center.

Indeed, Zhinü's defense being broken by Ludaofu Xiangzheng's lightning spear is purely a surprise first-encounter kill; if she wove molecules other than cloth fibers, her hardness and toughness would achieve a leap that could be called enormous, truly achieving perfect seamless heavenly garments, which would be materially tough, invincible, and strongest.

Turning into a thorough defense and prison.

Far more stable and even sharper than the material she used in a hasty block to drive them all away.

Simply, after becoming angrier the more she thinks, she can temporarily abandon the rules set by her father king, descend the mountain and open a killing spree, and when she meets those few girls again she will be completely unafraid.

But!

Your weaving technique is truly marvelous, worthy of being called the top hand in the scientific community, practically able to benefit humanity as easily as a certain unnamed refrigerator, but if I take out two monster cards and personally operate Jetton to use a tera-degree fireball, how would you respond?

No one speaks like that, yet someone does such things.

When Aomo brings Niulang, using Mebius's teleportation ability, arriving instantly, the process of Zhinü, who had just driven away a few human women, becoming angrier the more she thinks, will become even faster.

It no longer flies out from the house, but instead rises straight from the ground, from the soil and rock, as variegated 'silk', expanding and extending at an astonishing speed, indeed covering the sky and earth.

Moreover, it must engulf and wrap both of them within.

Wah!

Don't moo.

But that sound came from outside the next instant, leaving Zhinü utterly stunned; she hurriedly controlled the dissipating hollow to make room to see the human's field of view.

The equally unfamiliar figures were two human males.

Humans?

She stared at the black-haired foreign man with a white strand at his forehead, for a moment feeling uncertain again.

Amidst that extremely chaotic aura hid a hint of natural noble bearing, like her father king, yet he also possessed undeniable popularity.

Hybrid?

She couldn't make it out, but it didn't hinder her actions.

No matter what it is, she can find out by taking action.

Thinking of this, countless variegated 'bolts of cloth' shot out like electricity, extending outward!

She had already seen that the opponent possessed some ability to instantly disappear and appear outside, but that ability obviously requires time, and the jump is not far (?), the time needed for that frame of vanishing inch by inch, she only needs to weave a few more 'cages' to bind it!

By then, whether she kills them or asks those few women what's going on, she has already drafted a monologue in her mind, after all she hasn't spoken to humans for a long time, and each time she speaks it's only a few short phrases.

Right, how is human language pronounced?

She had already been thinking about this, looking at the cloth that had conveyed the 'caught a living thing' feedback, gathering it into a ball, preparing to clench her five fingers, when suddenly a force of 'expanding outward' stirred from within.

This is……

She gaped, eyes wide, because she realized the power within was overwhelming, to the point that even her confidently woven brocade, which she trusted completely, could not resist it.

Clearly she believed this would be something that even several rounds of the previous lightning spear could not pierce, could not burn, and whose restraining laws were useless—a dense, solid object——

But the variegated 'brocade' already showed bright yellow-red 'spots' all over, and countless white specks dotted the obvious high temperature.

It seemed as if she were wrapping a small sun, not…… even hotter than the sun, causing her to instinctively step back.

She kept stepping back, raising her hand, letting one bolt of brocade after another rise from the ground and appear out of thin air—those particles suspended in the air were also employed by her, continually reinforcing the ever-expanding, now tens of zhang huge sphere.

This series of actions took only a few dozen seconds; in the end, her astonished expression had turned to terror, and the continued stacking of brocade merely covered downward, without regard for where it was.

She gave up control, she wanted to protect this small field; as for the peak a few hundred meters above……

Boom!!!

Like a volcanic eruption, yet overall resembling a chick breaking its shell, at the top of the upright egg, the sky‑rocketing flames shattered the mountain peak, pierced the firmament, and dispersed all the clouds,

and within the brocade that had been completely scorched inside and out by the flames, riddled with countless tiny holes.

Within it lurked a terrifying figure, black and scorched yellow, sharp and aberrant in form, faintly emitting a sharp, strange sound that echoed only in the hollow yet narrow spaces.

Toot-toot-toot-toot-toot——!

That anxiety‑inducing sound seemed to awaken His vague memory, as if He had once heard such a warning‑like urgent, multi‑layered strange noise somewhere, which was like……

An alarm.

And at the end, that hoarse, low‑pitched voice left a deep impression on everyone.

That voice whispered softly:

Ze—tton!