Chapter 810

Tang Luo sat cross-legged on the dragon's head, with sharp, ferocious dragon horns on both sides ahead.

Sun Wukong poked his head out from behind, looking toward the Tiangou.

The Tiangou lay curled in the bend of Tang Luo's leg, rolled over, and exposed its belly.

This made Sun Wukong frown in confusion—was this creature really the vicious dog that had once bitten him out of nowhere?

How did it end up like this?

Yang Jian, your dog feels off!

Seeming to sense Sun Wukong's gaze, the Tiangou suddenly flipped over, lifted its head, and glared at Sun Wukong, baring its teeth.

Well, it really is that vicious dog—just tamed by my master.

Scanning the surroundings, seeing no sign of Yang Jian's Eight Trigrams Furnace, Sun Wukong could only temporarily shelve the "comforting shoulder pat," saving it for next time.

Behind him, Zhu Bajie said: "The times have changed, elder brother."

"What times have changed?" Sun Wukong stood tall and chest out, "I haven't changed—I've just become that way. By the way, Bajie, that… what's-his-name—your Gaocui Lan?"

He recalled the real Zhu Bajie's Gaocui Lan.

It wasn't gossip—just pure curiosity, and incidentally, concern for his junior brother.

"Alas, fate without union." Zhu Bajie sighed, "Deep affection in ancient times leaves only regret; this regret lingers endlessly."

"... Master taught you two lines, and you can recite them now." Sun Wukong said.

"Elder brother, the times really have changed. Some things aren't fit to speak of now—we'll discuss them later." Zhu Bajie said.

Sun Wukong nodded.

Regarding the information about the Divine Demon Game, for safety's sake, it's best to wait until we all return to the real world together before discussing it slowly.

At that time, Sun Wukong and the others would be regarded as "Tang Luo's possessions," allowing us to freely reveal the Divine Demon Game's information.

War mist shrouded the region.

Unusually silent—no birds, beasts, fish, insects, or even the sounds of insect chirps or bird calls could be heard.

It seemed the only living things were those plants.

Occasionally, a fleeting glimpse revealed scattered white bones, making it impossible to tell whether they belonged to demons or humans.

The little white dragon made no gurgling sound as it carried Tang Luo and the others into the war mist zone.

It glided silently through the sky.

Parting the surrounding gray mist, those mists flowed like water, re-closing after En Yu Lie departed.

Not even a trace of movement could be left behind, unable to provide any directional clues for those who came after.

"Master, that is……"

Soon, En Yu Lie discovered a magnificent city, which seemed somewhat familiar to several of them.

It faintly resembled the old capital of the Kaiyang Kingdom.

Back when they first defied the divine clan, Tang Luo and the others had appeared in this very city, publicly tearing apart a divine envoy and thus opening the path of rebellion against the gods.

Recorded in history, it carries the profound significance of the "first shot."

Unfortunately, education in this world is not widespread; otherwise, Tang Luo and the others' deeds would surely be remembered and recited.

Of course, they would certainly be beautified.

After all, turning a divine envoy into a human stick, binding him to a paolao rack, and blasting him with heavenly thunder and five thunderbolts is not what righteous people would do.

Back then, this city was still the capital of the Kaiyang Dynasty, and Emperor Shi Chong had fled alongside Tang Luo and the others.

Now, the seas have turned to fields and vice versa—the Kaiyang Dynasty is like a wave drowned in history's tide, utterly insignificant.

This city belonged to the Tianyu Kingdom before the descent of the extraterritorial heavenly demons.

The royal nobility, princes and nobles—all were Mingqi wielders.

Powerful, unmatched—before ordinary people.

But in the face of the sudden extraterritorial heavenly demon army, Mingqi wielders could only fight and retreat.

On this land, there were originally dozens of countries, big and small, among which five were the strongest, and Tianyu Kingdom was one of them.

Otherwise, it could not have occupied the ruins of the Kaiyang Dynasty's capital and reestablished its own capital there.

But now, the Tianyu Kingdom no longer exists—only fewer than a hundred Mingqi wielders managed to escape the slaughter of the extraterritorial heavenly demon forces.

As for civilian casualties, no one bothers to count them under such circumstances.

The former capital has become a dangerous place.

A unit composed of Mingqi wielders is now cautiously exploring within it.

Although the Tianyu Kingdom no longer exists, it was in fact only one or two months ago—since they were fleeing, a large amount of precious resources and Mingqi remain in the capital.

They just couldn't bring them out.

To counter the extraterritorial heavenly demons, every bit of strength matters.

The suicide squad enters the war mist zone to retrieve Mingqi and other resources—this is what the Mingqi wielders have been doing.

At the same time, the previously monopolized path to "becoming a Mingqi wielder" has been reopened.

Ordinary people's chances to change their fate have greatly increased.

"Someone." Sun Wukong said, golden light flashing in his eyes—though he couldn't act rashly, his Fiery Eyes Golden Gaze could still see, "I'll go ask?"

"Boom!"

Before Tang Luo could answer, a sound came.

The seemingly calm ground sank downward, revealing a black hole ten meters in diameter.

It directly swallowed two Mingqi wielders who failed to dodge in time.

Those two Mingqi wielders fell into the hole and were instantly engulfed by the swarming extraterritorial heavenly demons around it.

"These are the 'underground troops' among the extraterritorial heavenly demons, called 'Subterranean Worms.'" Zhu Bajie said.

The Subterranean Worm is a thing resembling a centipede, but its size is far larger, about ten meters long, with sharp "legs" growing around its body.

The front end is rounded, inlaid with a twisted face — some human, some beast.

According to the Fate Weapon Wielders' speculation, this kind of Subterranean Worm is a "Native Heavenly Demon" manufactured from this world's creatures.

Blade light and sword shadow burst forth from the Subterranean Worms' encirclement.

Those Subterranean Worms that swarmed up were torn apart, broken into several segments and flung out, black blood flowing from the severed ends.

The severed limbs still twitched on the ground for a good while before stopping, then turned into a pile of ash.

"Self-decay" speed is extremely fast; apart from a bit of black blood and ash, nothing is left for the Fate Weapon Wielders.

No possibility of recovery and reuse exists.

"The Subterranean Worm's main function is digging tunnels; its combat strength is actually not that strong." Zhu Bajie continued, "The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons' true 'combat troop type' underground is called the Rock Worm."

As he spoke, several man-sized Heavenly Demons burrowed out of the large hole.

Entirely gray-yellow, presenting the color of mud and rock, their overall appearance somewhat resembles a mantis, but not slender — on the contrary, quite sturdy.

They have two pairs of legs, two pairs of "scythes" as weapons, no wings.

Fast movement, utterly silent.

In darkness they are top-tier assassins; on the ground, combat strength drops somewhat, and they were blocked by those eight Fate Weapon Wielders.

The two sides fought in a tangled melee; it still looked like the Fate Weapon Wielders held the upper hand.

Before long they can slaughter all these Rock Worms.

But this is the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons' territory.

Soon, large holes appeared again nearby, swallowing the surrounding buildings together, and a large number of Subterranean Worms and a small number of Rock Worms emerged.

Surrounding the Fate Weapon Wielders in a circle, they surged forward crazily like a tide.

Giving not the slightest chance to catch a breath.

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons' greatest characteristic, and what they are best at, is precisely this "human wave tactics".

One move brings a hundred; if a hundred can't kill them, a thousand; if a thousand can't kill them, ten thousand.

Those able to enter the Tianyu Kingdom to retrieve Fate Weapons naturally have considerable strength; placed among Fate Weapon Wielders they are middle-to-upper level.

Too weak and entering is sending them to death.

Too strong and they wouldn't be used as a suicide squad; too precious to afford losing.

Eight Fate Weapon Wielders shoulder to shoulder, back to back, formed a circle, barely holding off the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons surging from all sides.

"Second Senior Brother, can't Fate Weapon Wielders fly?" Ao Yulie asked.

It was very obvious that neither Subterranean Worms nor Rock Worms can fly; the encirclement before them was limited to the ground.

Flying up would mean escaping to safety.

"Depends on the situation." Zhu Bajie said, "Depending on the Fate Weapon, some Fate Weapons can let Fate Weapon Wielders fly. Also related to strength; this world's Fate Weapon Wielders are divided from One-Star to Nine-Star; above Nine-Star is called Heavenly Weapon Venerable, and the Fate Weapon is also called 'Heavenly Mandate Weapon'. Setting aside Fate Weapon traits, only at Seven-Star can one fly."

Strictly speaking, it is not that Fate Weapon Wielders are divided into one to nine levels.

Rather, Fate Weapons are divided into such levels.

However, Fate Weapons and Fate Weapon Wielders alike can "level up"; the two complement each other.

Zhu Bajie hadn't investigated that meticulously; knowing the general idea was enough.

Seven-Star already counts as high-end combat power among Fate Weapon Wielders; they generally wouldn't become this kind of deep-behind-enemy-lines "suicide retrieval squad".

"Even if they can fly, the sky as a battlefield is even more unfavorable for Fate Weapon Wielders." Zhu Bajie said.

As if to annotate his words.

A buzzing sound came from afar; at first listen it sounded like bees, but far sharper and more piercing.

Before long, a dark, oppressive "cloud bank" covered over.

"Damn, Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons even have this kind?"

"Mm, Flying Octopus." Zhu Bajie's tone was also a bit strange.

The so-called Flying Octopus is one of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons' aerial troop types; overall shape similar to an octopus, a round spherical core in the middle, eight tentacle-like things growing out.

What surprised Ao Yulie was that this Flying Octopus displayed a metallic luster, looking not like a creature but more like a mechanical body.

Even on the spherical core there was a red dot, emitting a faint, intermittent red glow.

One couldn't help recalling the mechanical octopuses in The Matrix.

Eight tentacles, covered in sharp short spines, tips also extremely sharp.

The Flying Octopus, this name that sounds a bit goofy, in no way diminishes the oppressive pressure brought by its ferocious form.

The Flying Octopus legion appears to be floating, but actual movement speed is not slow at all.

"Just what is the origin of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons?"

Ao Yulie sighed, mist spreading out around him.

Enveloping the entire Tianyu Kingdom capital, making the already dim sky even darker.

"It's over!"

The eight Fate Weapon Wielders' hearts were filled with despair.

That bee hum they had also heard.

In the overcast sky, who knew how many Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons were hidden.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared, gale winds swept through.

Lightning tore across the sky, for an instant illuminating heaven and earth like broad daylight, then instantly dimming again.

Bucket-thick huge lightning radiance covered the attacking Flying Octopuses.

Electrocuted these Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons into vanishing into thin air.

Although they looked somewhat like mechanical constructs, these flying octopuses were the same as the two troop types underfoot — upon death they turned to ash on the spot, with no explosion and no fire.

A portion of the black blood that had not been vaporized fell down, and a drizzle of black rain and ash drifted through the sky.

The Fate Instrument wielders gripped the Fate Instruments in their hands, looking in surprise at the surrounding Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, which receded like a tide, just as they had come.

The tide rose, and the tide fell.

"What's going on?" The Fate Instrument wielders looked at each other in bewilderment — the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons retreated?

This was a situation that had never happened before.

Since battling the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons to this day, they had never retreated — even if only a single one remained, it would fight to the death.

With the retreat of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demons, the lightning disappeared, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed.

Even the war fog that seemed as if it would never disperse was torn open with a gap at this very moment.

Sunlight shone through the gap, like a ray of dawn, falling on the faces of several Heaven's Chosen.