Chapter 759

The subsequent cleanup work turned out to be far simpler than Wida and the others had imagined.

They had originally thought they would have to exert themselves to the utmost to make these divine and demonic walkers retreat obediently.

Unexpectedly, in the end, only a few tens of thousands of stretchers were needed.

All the divine and demonic walkers, including those powerhouses whose strength was no less than theirs, every single one of them went limp.

Extremely limp, soft like noodles.

As if their bodies had been hollowed out, they couldn't even walk, and standing up was extremely difficult.

The cause of this phenomenon was naturally Zhu Bajie's Yin Thunder; the entire venue had long been enveloped by his grand formation.

Upon entering the venue, Yin Thunder entered everyone's bodies, and their power was absorbed without them realizing it.

At the critical moment, it erupted directly.

They dropped on the spot, without even half a second of delay.

Yes, feeling your legs go a bit soft while squatting there on the toilet wasn't an illusion, and nearly falling over from numb legs the instant you stood up wasn't because you'd squatted for too long.

In the end, Wida and the others passed through safely, and a few minor twists and turns were also easily resolved.

This matter also became a dark history for the Western divine and demonic walkers.

No one was stupid; they quickly realized that that one wasn't an imposter, but the real deal.

The demon monk Xuanzang crossed the sea, gave everyone a thorough scolding, then left with a flourish.

"Are you sick in the head!"

A group of people cursed violently in their hearts, and declared that if there was a next time, they would rather be killed than humiliated.

Later on, everyone realized this was genuinely skill practice, and collectively lost their voices in shock.

Is there such a way to practice skills?

Even Kongming was speechless for a long while after hearing the news.

He had thought Tang Luo and the others going West to practice skills would be, at most, a family workshop model — occasionally grabbing a few people to mock.

He never expected they'd directly turn it into a big factory, and a sweatshop at that.

Tsk tsk, too tragic.

Would Tang Luo one day suddenly get a wild idea, lock up all the divine and demonic walkers, and run a real sweatshop for skill practice?

Kongming's tiger-body trembled, feeling that scene was too terrifying.

Fortunately, he remembered most of Tang Luo's skills were support-type.

The real world remained calm and peaceful; time trickled by, and after Tang Luo successfully grew a few more centimeters taller, he welcomed his twenty-fourth mission.

"Spirit Qi exhausted, End of Dharma era."

"Protect your own camp's Spirit Lord, kill all other camps' summoned War Spirits."

Mission-related information surfaced.

Ao Yulie froze for a moment, communicating in the gray mist: "What's the situation, is this the Holy Grail War?"

"... How, how could it be like this!"

Before Tang Luo and the others could respond, a sorrowful voice was heard.

Not far ahead, a frail young man stood dejected and bowed low, knocking his head against the ground, looking utterly grief-stricken and indignant.

"Master, are our identities in this world simply summoned War Spirits?" Ao Yulie watched the radiance beneath his feet slowly fade.

As the radiance faded, another segment of information was transmitted to the few of them.

No answer needed; it let Tang Luo and the others understand the basic situation.

This world was quite interesting; its history and culture were almost identical to the real world, effectively a parallel world.

Moreover, it was a parallel world that didn't even give plagiarists a chance to copy books.

The difference lay in the fact that this world had so-called Spirit Qi, and extraordinary powers existed.

Now, Spirit Qi was exhausted, and the End of Dharma era had arrived.

People with extraordinary powers were becoming fewer and fewer.

Under such circumstances, to ensure the continuation of Spirit Qi and extraordinary beings, the Heavenly Spirit War came into being.

The Heavenly Spirit War is where "Spirit Lords" summon powerful War Spirits to fight, a life-and-death struggle.

The power released when War Spirits battle stimulates the existing Spirit Lands (Spirit Springs), causing them to release a certain amount of Spirit Qi.

At the same time, the Spirit Qi surging from dead War Spirits flows onto the other War Spirits.

Once the final victor is decided, a new Spirit Land is born, controlled by the victorious Spirit Lord.

Thus, Spirit Qi will not be completely exhausted, and extraordinary beings can continue.

Ao Yulie, who had watched Fate Stay Night, remarked, "This is just the Holy Grail War, isn't it?"

Zhu Bajie felt it was more like Shaman King.

Tang Luo, on the other hand, believed that when it comes to fighting with summoned beasts, Pokemon is obviously the one true daddy; even Digimon is a little brother in front of it.

As they were discussing, the summoning formation beneath their feet suddenly flared brilliantly one last time, bursting with blinding light.

Behind Tang Luo and the others, a tall figure appeared.

Clad in black-red armor, two red tassels shot skyward, directly touching the ceiling.

Square face, wide mouth, two thick eyebrows slanting upward into his temples.

In terms of height alone, he even surpassed Zhu Bajie by half a head, enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Sha Wujing.

After he emerged, Tang Luo's Spirit Lord also stopped his dejected bowing, raised his head to look at the man, and a smile gradually appeared on his face: "You, you..."

"You are this one's Lord?"

"Yes, I am your Spirit Lord, your Lord." The man leapt up abruptly, overjoyed, "You are Lu Bu?!"

Liu Wuxiu had exhausted the last dregs of his family's Spirit Vein power without hesitation, just to summon a powerful general from the Three Kingdoms period; he never expected a few weird fellows to appear.

Despair instantly rose in his heart; he never expected a sudden turn for the better at the very end.

The number one mighty general of the Three Kingdoms, Lu Bu, had appeared — one man worth several; how could he not be overjoyed?

As long as the other few aren't that useless, this Battle of Tianling might actually have hope.

"Lu Bu?"

The tall man's eyebrows shot up, like two great cleavers slashing over, making Liu Wuxiu's heart turn cold — such heavy killing intent; truly worthy of the man described as "the Red Hare among men, Lu Bu among horses" — pfft, that's "Lu Bu among men, the Red Hare among horses."

"To actually compare me with that three-surnamed slave!" The man expressed that he felt insulted.

"Then..." Liu Wuxiu froze. Not Lu Bu? Then with such a mighty, robust physique... "You're Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide!"

Tang Luo and the others very proactively stepped aside to watch the show.

Not disturbing — that is the greatest gentleness of us intruders walking the path of gods and demons.

"..." The man's face darkened; he didn't continue being angry, nor did he speak.

"Hmm, not right either?" Liu Wuxiu muttered inwardly, a bit uncertain, and asked cautiously, "Then... are you Xu Chu?"

Tiger-Fool Xu Chu is also the very tall type — anyway, that's the impression everyone has.

"Heh." The man let out a laugh, somewhat disdainful.

"Just tell me who you are already! I can't guess it!"

"My Lord, I am Zhuge Kongming." The man cupped his fists and said.

"..."

"..."

The scene instantly fell quiet; in this not-so-large room, not a sound could be heard.

After a long while, Liu Wuxiu finally stammered, "You're Zhuge Liang? Zhuge Liang shouldn't be that kind, that kind of person? You're a strategist, not a charging mighty general!"

He made a fan-waving gesture, a very intense one.

The kind intense enough to create an electric fan effect.

"Foolish." The mighty man Lu Bu — no, the mighty man Zhuge Liang — shook his head. "Who said a strategist can't be tall and imposing, wearing heavy armor?"

"Makes sense!" Tang Luo and the others clapped in agreement one after another.

They'd all seen the bald Kongming.

Why shouldn't there be a hunk Kongming?

"Many thanks, brothers, for understanding!" Zhuge Liang cupped his fists toward Tang Luo and the others.

The distance instantly closed.

From now on, everyone was good brothers.

"Then... what about you guys?" Liu Wuxiu looked at Tang Luo and the others with a haggard face.

He didn't know what exactly had gone wrong with his summoning ritual.

First, a few Battle Spirits in modern attire (Tang Luo's group is currently in modern clothes) appeared, then a hunk Zhuge Liang showed up.

What he clearly wanted were the Five Tiger Generals, the Five Elite Generals!

Wait, since there's a hunk Zhuge Liang, would a pretty-boy Zhang Fei, a white-haired youth Zhao Zilong, and a fat-headed big-eared Guan Yu appear too?

Speaking of which, what's on that white-haired youth's shoulder — a cat or a dog?

Ao Yulie smiled faintly, stepped forward, the White Dragon Gale Staff appearing in his hand, and thrust twice in the air; cold light flashed continuously.

Liu Wuxiu's eyes lit up.

"That's right — all spearmen under heaven share eight dou of luck; I, Zhao Zilong, alone possess one shi; the rest of the spearmen owe two dou!"

"Zhao Yun, Zilong!"

"... Okay." Liu Wuxiu blanked for a moment, then replied instinctively.

Being able to summon Zhao Zilong naturally made him happy, but why did it feel weird — even stranger than the hunk Zhuge Liang?

Pigsy also stepped forward, smiling faintly: "I am Sima Yi; My Lord, be at ease."

Liu Wuxiu's body trembled — how could it be Sima Yi?

If you said you were Guan Yu or Zhang Fei I'd accept it, but a Sima Yi popping out — what's going on?

But that smile is so sinister; from that point of view, he truly has the bearing of Sima Yi.

"Then you are..." Liu Wuxiu looked at Tang Luo.

"Lu Fengxian." Tang Luo said casually.

Since there's already a Zhuge Liang, let's all just play along and become Three Kingdoms hunk Battle Spirits.

Feels pretty interesting.

"(; ′?? Д?? `)……Okay!"

Liu Wuxiu gave a thumbs-up, right then giving up on himself completely.

"You... are not the people I know." That Zhuge Liang spoke.

"Doesn't matter, Brother Kongming — you're not the Brother Kongming we know either." Ao Yulie pointed at his own hair. "The one we know is bald."

At these words, Zhuge Liang's eyes narrowed, and he nodded solemnly.

It seems supreme intelligence is indeed a kind of crisis.

"You guys... aren't messing with me, are you?" Over there, Liu Wuxiu said listlessly.

"My Lord jests." Zhuge Liang said seriously, "Why would we deceive My Lord?"

"Yeah, tricking you has no benefit." Pigsy hehe'd twice.

"How did it come to this..."

Liu Wuxiu lifted his head to stare at the ceiling; tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

This was completely different from the Three Kingdoms mighty generals in his heart.

However, to speak the other side, the summoned Battle Spirits do not all conform to the "popular image" in most people's minds either.

Long ago, someone proposed that Battle Spirits appear to be summoned into existence through the condensation of a Spirit Land's spiritual energy.

In reality, they are more like "external products."

This explains why, after a Battle Spirit is summoned, it can stimulate the Spirit Land's spiritual energy to produce more, and ultimately even give birth to a new Spirit Land.

They are a supplement from the outside world, not an internal cycle.

Because some Battle Spirits appear that do not match the popular conception, it is a perfectly reasonable, utterly justified matter.

This theory gained the support of some, and the opposition of others.

Now, Liu Wuxiu is a staunch supporter of this theory.

That's right, they are the Three Kingdoms' fierce generals!

My Liu family's final hope!