Chapter 650: Friend, Have You Heard of Erlang Shen?

You were driving pretty aggressively just now, so how come you went limp the moment you got out of the car?

So a veteran driver only functions while behind the wheel, huh?

Before Tang Luo could rouse this veteran driver again.

A faint, intermittent helicopter rotor sound drifted from the sky not far away.

Turning his head to look, he could see a pitch-black helicopter descending a few hundred meters away, its fuselage bearing an insignia.

The outer ring was a circle, the center three short blades arranged as a trident.

"The Resistance?"

Tang Luo tossed the veteran driver back into the car.

Obviously, questioning the Resistance would yield far more information than questioning this civilian veteran driver.

Soon, one black figure after another appeared from the other side of the road, charging over.

Fifteen people, each wearing special black clothing that looked like the tactical gear of a SWAT-type agency, but without so many pockets or fancy equipment.

Just a radio on the right shoulder, a small satchel at the waist.

The weapons in their hands weren't firearms, but straight black sabers.

Black domed helmets wrapped around their chins, exposing their entire faces.

One could see astonishing killing intent on the faces of these fifteen people.

"Kill!"

With a low roar from one of them, they moved in groups of five, splitting into three squads, their speed suddenly surging.

Already exceeding the hundred-meter sprint speed an ordinary person can achieve.

This is a group of well-trained warriors; just not sure why they'd use cold weapons.

Where are your guns? Where's the rat-a-tat-tat of the Gatling?

Black gale and black reef collided!

A tragic slaughter... did not unfold.

Half a minute later, a group of people lay on the ground, each groaning in pain, weapons dropped, not even the strength to pick them up again.

"Master, this saber seems to be the same kind of product as this greatsword." Zhu Bajie held up a straight saber, comparing it with the greatsword in his hand.

Discovering the two most likely share a common origin.

Or rather, the straight saber derives from the greatsword?

"This thing can even damage our armor." Ao Yu Lie raised his hand; his palm bore many white marks, slowly fading.

These were left just now when blocking their attacks.

His body has quite a few as well.

Given a bit more time to hack away, they might have broken through.

And the armor actually possesses a certain self-repair function.

"Strength and speed, at least both at the level of a First Order God-Demon Walker." Tang Luo said.

The three of them, like research scholars.

Of course, to those combat personnel lying on the ground hearing it, it was the whisper of demons, the growl of beasts.

The original words, altered by the armor, caused the God-Demon Game's built-in perk — language comprehension — to lose effect.

Put differently, others cannot understand what Tang Luo and company say.

But other things are unaffected; Tang Luo and company can understand these people's dialogue, fully comprehending their language and writing.

For instance, a young fellow with tears in his eyes murmured, "Ah Hua..." — unknown whether his lover or a pig he raised.

"Captain, what's the deal with these Heavenly Apex Star people?"

"They didn't move to kill us, why?"

"That one, is it a dog or a cat..."

Heavenly Apex Star people, pointed-helmet aliens descending from the sky, origin unknown, background unknown.

Cannot communicate, cannot interact.

The only certain thing is that when they land on the earth, they unleash slaughter, bringing death and destruction.

"Heavenly Apex Star people, just because we wear pointed helmets?" Ao Yu Lie reached up, touched the helmet atop his head, "Why not call them Heavenly Crown Star people?"

These people have zero naming talent.

"Master, our voices are altered by the armor, these people can't understand us." Zhu Bajie said.

"Then write." Tang Luo said.

Not understanding speech doesn't matter, writing works for communication too.

Can a living person be suffocated by urine?

Zhu Bajie took the greatsword from his back, using the sword as a brush, and began writing and drawing on the ground.

"..."

The combat personnel over there widened their eyes one by one.

Unscientific!

These Heavenly Apex Star people are weird!

"Captain! It's writing!"

"Shut up! I can see — cough cough cough!"

"Captain, he's asking who we are!"

"I can see, no need to report!"

Fifteen people, five per squad, three captains.

"Captain, you never told us the Sky-Point Star people could write!" The squad members were all shocked.

"Damn it, I didn't know they could write either!"

The captain has been fighting the Sky-Point Star people for nearly two years.

Since the founding of the Homeland Watch by humanity, we've been at war with the Sky-Point Star people for who knows how long, and there has never been any record indicating that the Sky-Point Star people can write.

They have always been pure killing machines.

Suddenly, they are no longer pure, and everyone is shocked.

"They're asking again, what are the Sky-Point Star people? Who are they, where do they come from, where are they going..."

"These three couldn't be Sky-Point Star idiots, could they?"

"Or maybe they're philosophers."

Ao Yulie walked over, grabbed the guy who said "idiot," and slammed him onto the ground twice.

Instantly, silence fell.

The Sky-Point Star people understood! And they got angry when called "idiot"!

A group of combat personnel fell into disarray, their previous understanding completely shattered.

They suspected they were dreaming, or experiencing a collective hallucination.

"Are these guys stupid? Answer our questions!" Ao Yulie said impatiently, swinging the fist of his large sandpot in front of a squad leader twice.

The threatening intent was very clear.

"Forget it, first ask where Yang Jian is?" Tang Luo didn't choose to soul-draw, just chatting casually.

If we can't chat, then soul-draw, after all, the power of soul-drawing: output too low to be absorbed, output too high, and it might also damage this armor.

"Friend, have you heard of Yang Jian? On his brow, a single vertical pupil grows, most of the time it's just a vertical scar, like a wound. Every day he wears a cold face, you all owe me two hundred and fifty, speaking to you is giving you face, a very despicable person."

Ao Yulie took over Zhu Bajie's work, enthusiastically arranging Yang Jian.

About half the ground around him was covered in his writing.

The sword is so big, the characters written are naturally large.

You need to be farther away to see it all.

The Sky-Point Star people writing is a first in heaven and earth, a group of people couldn't help but stretch their necks to look.

"Looks like you know." Tang Luo said, casually grabbing a member, using a finger as a pen to write on the ground, "Where is he?"

When Ao Yulie first started writing, these people's reaction wasn't that big.

But when Ao Yulie described Yang Jian's features, a group of people, despite trying to stay calm, still had many faces change color, unable to conceal it.

They know Yang Jian.

To be precise, they know the person Ao Yulie described.

Looking at the deep grooves scratched into the ground by finger, iron strokes and silver hooks, that member couldn't help but swallow.

Then he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and awaited death.

"Looks like Yang Jian is doing well." Tang Luo rubbed the head of the Xiaotian Dog.

The Xiaotian Dog shook its head, not liking the feel of the armor.

Since we know, let's soul-draw.

After soul-drawing, everything will be available.

He reached out, grabbed that member's helmet, directly removed it, Tang Luo pressed down on his head.

"What are you doing!"

"Old Li!"

A group of prisoners instantly became excited, dragging their barely movable bodies, wanting to fight desperately.

Tang Luo walked two steps to the side, escaping these people's "attack range," and performed soul-drawing.

Arm bracer, palm armor, cracks appeared, the sound of shattering clearly audible!

Soon, Tang Luo released his grip, letting the unconscious member fall to the ground.

"Master?"

"What's wrong?"

Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie noticed Tang Luo standing still in place, seeming somewhat abnormal.

"Soul-drawing failed." Tang Luo said.

"Strong will? Or too weak?" Zhu Bajie asked.

Some would rather die than yield, some are "break at a touch," the soul's endurance also has limits.

Soul-drawing can convert most people, but it's not absolute.

"Neither, he has no soul." Tang Luo said.

"No soul?" Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie were stunned.

You should know, even grass and trees, by chance and coincidence, can possibly give birth to a bit of spirituality, finally producing a soul, producing only will, that is, the so-called "becoming refined."

Humans, as the spirit of all things, how could they possibly have no soul?

No soul means a dead person!

"Maybe not just him lacking a soul." Tang Luo said, grabbing the driver on the vehicle, performing soul-drawing.

Cracks on the right arm and right palm armor began to spread.

"This one also has none." Tang Luo said, "Just now we rescued him, and there was no merit power."

"Then aren't we bad people?" Ao Yulie walked over, "Speaking of this, second senior brother, do you feel that when I just killed this Sky-Point Star person, I felt the armor got a slight boost?"

"Yes." Zhu Bajie affirmed Ao Yulie's statement, "Very subtle, originally planned to mention after finishing."

Originally thought it was just an ordinary alien war against planetary natives script.

With Du Hun's discovery, things instantly became baffling and uncertain.

One mystery after another surfaced before Tang Luo and the others.

People without souls? Killing each other to grow stronger? Encouraging traitors to appear?

"Could it be another fake world?" Zhu Bajie said.

Because Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing and the heavenly soldiers' obsessions would not perish, they constructed a completely false world to maintain Jin Zha's immortality.

Later Jin Zha was sent away, and no one knew where he went.

The Summoning Heart can only sense people inside the worlds Tang Luo and the others have been to, people who are known.

Rather than being able to sense everyone the Summoning knows, no matter where they are.

"Done for, done for." Ao Yu Lie said, "Yang Jian won't be like Old Li, with only a sliver of remnant obsession left unperished, right?"

"Is everyone this miserable?" Zhu Bajie said.

Thinking carefully, the "old acquaintances" from the Mountains and Seas Realm, every single one of them, are all miserable.

Only Jin Jiao, Yin Jiao, and the Golden-Winged Great Peng are a bit better off.

The others — some reincarnated with remnant souls, some severely injured, some fused, some crippled.

Even Tang Luo, at the start, was only a little better than near-death, and only recovered thanks to the Merit Jade Lotus.

It's still Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie whose situations count as relatively better among them.

One because he was a salted fish, self-severed his cultivation, and cut losses in time.

One spent a period of time in the "world formed by the Demon-Subduing Pagoda" then fell asleep; his injuries aren't that severe either.

"Be optimistic, I don't think it'll come to that." Tang Luo said, "If it's the same as Li Jing's situation, this is a false world constructed by Yang Jian's undying obsession, then he should take the initiative to come out to us."

"Dressed like this, he can still recognize us?"

Ao Yu Lie pointed at everyone's cool, flashy new looks.

Tang Luo nodded: "Yes, he's my die-hard fan, a true fan."

Zhu Bajie subtly gestured at Xiaotian Dog.

Even an amnesiac dog can sense Yang Jian's existence; there's no reason Yang Jian can't recognize the dog.

Though the form has changed, the essence remains unchanged!