Chapter 887: If You Want It, Come Take It

The Plague Knight laughed again, seeming to enjoy laughing.

"Go."

He patted the neck of the eight-legged skeletal flame horse, or rather its bones. The horse stepped forward, and the plague army behind him turned into a torrent, howling as it surged forward from beside the Plague Knight.

The Plague Knight rode leisurely, forming a stark contrast with the plague torrent beside him.

That group of God-Demon Walkers was swept up by the plague army, charging forward together.

Soon they saw a group of cultivators struggling to fight under the siege of the Apocalypse Legion.

Although these cultivators had high and fervent fighting spirit, they clearly gave the feeling of being at the end of their rope, making a last-ditch stand.

With the addition of many plague jellyfish, the defensive line formed by magical torrents became perilous, on the verge of collapse.

"Where is Tang Xuanzang?"

The God-Demon Walkers looked toward the cultivator crowd but couldn't see Tang Luo's figure.

"He's probably hiding in the crowd; it seems he also knows fear."

"Kill him! Don't let him escape! Because of this guy, we've been suppressed for too long!"

Because of Tang Luo's presence, the east-west balance of power among the God-Demon Walkers has been disrupted.

In many faction missions, the western God-Demon Walkers took the initiative, forcing us to retreat and suffer heavy losses.

Now that they have an opportunity, they naturally want to turn the tables.

Probably the God-Demon Game also felt this imbalance was bad, so it specially arranged this campaign mission that is actually unequal.

This mission is likely aimed at Tang Xuanzang.

With the Apocalypse Legion charging ahead to draw fire, the God-Demon Walkers can approach without hesitation and launch an attack on those cultivators.

"Who are these guys?"

In a single clash, many cultivators were instantly injured, barely able to hold their formation, and were split and slaughtered by the Apocalypse Legion.

"Buddha's Dharma is boundless!" Tang Luo chanted the Buddha's name again, stabilizing all the cultivators and giving them the strength to fight again.

It felt like a sponge constantly being squeezed, with not a drop left.

Actually, there is still a lot.

The cultivators' fighting spirit rose again, while the God-Demon Walkers cursed silently in their hearts.

Tang Xuanzang is indeed a demonic monk, throwing the natives of the mission world out as cannon fodder while hiding himself in the crowd and not coming out.

Just as those God-Demon Walkers were preparing to force Tang Luo out in their own ways,

A sound came from the void, like the clinking of some metallic substance.

The clatter formed a sheet, sounding quite crisp.

But at the instant the sound was heard, among the hundreds of God-Demon Walkers, over a hundred weaker ones suddenly stiffened.

A cold feeling spread from deep within, sweeping through the whole body.

That……was the aura of death?

Soul-Hooking Chains extended from the void, winding like a snake, swift as lightning, piercing over a hundred God-Demon Walkers in an instant.

The other God-Demon Walkers narrowly avoided the Soul-Hooking Chains.

Some people truly sensed the existence of the Soul-Hooking Chains and dodged them, while others merely relied on danger instinct and instinctively evaded.

The Soul-Hooking Chains pierced over a hundred God-Demon Walkers, leaving no wounds on them, yet directly hooking out their souls.

Over a hundred God-Demon Walkers instantly became silent corpses, collapsing to the ground.

Many skills and equipment were scattered.

The other God-Demon Walkers shuddered in shock, wondering whether this was Tang Xuanzang's skill or an equipment ability.

This demonic monk's methods are truly endless; the might of the sole G-rank God-Demon Walker is evident.

The sound of the Soul-Hooking Chains colliding did not fade.

Soon, Tang Luo, holding the Register of Life and Death Copy in the crowd, activated it again.

A multitude of Soul-Hooking Chains surged toward those God-Demon Walkers.

Forcing that group of God-Demon Walkers to flee in disarray, only fifty of them truly had the ability to counter the Soul-Hooking Chains.

The rest could only dodge.

This time, another few dozen God-Demon Walkers died under the Soul-Hooking Chains.

Two rounds!

They suffered two rounds of attacks without even seeing the enemy, and the God-Demon Walkers sustained over half casualties, even though the plague army was still beside them.

If it weren't for the plague jellyfish, Tang Xuanzang would have charged straight out; how many more would they have died?

The survivors began to beat the retreat drum; Tang Xuanzang's strength is too terrifying.

This demonic monk is fundamentally not one of their proper God-Demon Walkers who can be overwhelmed by numbers; only a Transcendent One can deal with him!

"What are you hesitating about?" Upon thinking of the Transcendent One, the Plague Knight appeared timely.

"Are you afraid? You're just a bunch of good-for-nothings."

The Plague Knight's tone was full of contempt and superiority; as a Transcendent One, seeing a bunch of mediocre trialists, he indeed had the right to look down on them.

"Really can't help it, let me give you a hand." After expressing contempt, the Plague Knight laughed again.

"Don't—"

"No need!"

The frightened cries of the remaining God-Demon Walkers cut off abruptly.

As soon as the Plague Knight finished speaking, the plague jellyfish near those God-Demon Walkers moved, not to attack but to swarm together, burrowing into the bodies of those God-Demon Walkers.

Miserable, painful cries mixed with pleasurable shouts issued from the mouths of those God-Demon Walkers.

Just like those few who died instantly, the remaining God-Demon Walkers also began to mutate.

Some grew wings, some grew jointed limbs, some grew tails.

Others completely melted into a lump of dark green, semi-transparent mud, which at first glance looked like a lowly wild monster slime. But the aura they emitted was far more terrifying than that of their companions who still retained mostly human shapes.

Those few God-Demon Walkers twisted their postures, barely forming a face, and let out a roar toward Tang Luo's position.

They have become stronger! But they do not wish to grow stronger in this way.

So, someone must pay the price!

This person cannot be the Plague Knight behind him; then it can only be the demon monk Tang Xuanzang.

The plague jellyfish around him all moved at once, and the Plague Knight generously granted them the ability to command his own plague legion.

In an instant, the offensive became far more violent than before.

"Why is there only one? Forget it, we have to at least make a show." In the crowd, Tang Luo furrowed his brows, put away the Register of Life and Death Copy, and slapped an Iron Armor Talisman onto himself.

This time Tang Luo deliberately made a slight adjustment, causing the Iron Armor Talisman to become visible.

Black-red armor clad his body, covering him entirely.

It looked very imposing.

"That's about enough." Tang Luo looked at the cultivator beside him and said, "Who among you has a spare magical treasure? Lend it to me, something suitable for close combat."

Put more bluntly, he wants a weapon.

A streak of light flew over and stopped before Tang Luo—a very beautiful flying sword.

Qing Lang's Heavenly Crystal Frost.

"You don't need it?" Tang Luo looked at Qing Lang at the front of the crowd.

"No, I haven't used it in a long time..." Qing Lang's condition was still not bad.

That statement is somewhat untrue; in fact, since her battle with Tang Luo, Heavenly Crystal Frost has not been drawn against an enemy.

It has merely been kept warm.

"Hmm, then let it see blood again." Tang Luo grasped Heavenly Crystal Frost, leapt up, forming a black-red afterimage, and actively charged toward the plague legion.

Compared to the massive plague legion, the afterimage Tang Luo brought forth was merely a small trace.

Yet, at the moment of collision, the flood of the plague legion was split into two halves.

Tang Luo, sharp as a blade, plunged into the "interior" of the plague legion, tearing apart everything before him.

The God-Demon Walkers inside, upon merely nearing, were beheaded by Tang Luo with a single sword.

In just a few breaths, that group of God-Demon Walkers who had just been wanting to vent their anger at Tang Luo were all dead.

They died cleanly and swiftly, and moreover, the plague toxin that should have erupted upon their death did not appear.

Not only them, but the plague jellyfish that died at Tang Luo's hands also released no poisonous mist.

They were split in half by a single sword from Tang Luo, then died utterly clean.

Tang Luo alone cleared out a narrow, elongated space, which was quickly refilled in no time.

"What's going on?" Tang Luo stopped, lowering his gaze to the Heavenly Crystal Frost in his hand.

This sword, which had always been ordinary, seemed somewhat different.

"A manifestation of the Source?" He suddenly thought of a possibility.

Then Tang Luo lifted his head to look ahead.

In the distance, the Plague Knight sat on his horse, gazing at him—or rather, at the Heavenly Crystal Frost in his hand.

Wearing a mask, no expression could be seen, but the faint green light flickering where his eyes were conveyed the meaning "I have found you."

I have found the Heavenly Crystal Frost.

The surrounding plague legion halted all attacks and slowly retreated.

At the same time, a mad, unrestrained roar of death monsters came from the sky; on the horizon, a red Death Knight appeared.

But he did not ride a horse like the Plague Knight.

The Death Knight wore a full-length robe, with six pairs of bloody light wings on his back, and two enormous Death God's scythes floated beside him.

He wore no mask; beneath his robe, a skeleton could clearly be seen.

Death monsters swarmed around him, welcoming their king.

Immediately afterward, the Famine Knight appeared in the other part of the sky, his steps treading on air, emitting a series of dull, thunderous sounds.

Upon careful listening, it sounded like the "call" of a hungry stomach.

The Famine Knight looked the most human of the three knights; he was neither tall nor short, but very thin, merely a bit better than skin and bones.

He wore loose black pants, bare-chested, and bald.

His gray-black skin bore white lines, like those on a human monster.

However, these lines were not fine; they seemed like living things constantly wriggling, sometimes forming the shape of a mouth—an open mouth.

Yet the Famine Knight actually had no real mouth.

On his face were only a pair of ears, a pair of pure white eyes, and below them a nose.

Where the mouth should be, there was nothing.

The Famine Human Monsters quickly retreated, using their bodies to pave a sky‑high road beneath the Famine Knight's feet, allowing him to step forward upon it.

The four knights—it seemed only the Plague Knight truly rode a horse.

War, Famine, and Death do not ride horses.

"Tch, only at times like this can one arrive quickly enough." The Plague Knight said disdainfully, "I discovered it first," intending to declare sovereignty.

"Whoever grabs it gets to keep it."

"The manifested source is rare; this one's nature seems even rarer."

The other two knights each spoke, indicating that the Plague Knight's proclamation of sovereignty was useless.

As for this result, the Plague Knight was not surprised.

Cough—

Tang Luo lightly coughed once, the iron armor of the Iron Armor Talisman on his body was shattered by him, disappearing.

Successfully attracted the attention of three knights.

Tang Luo raised the Heavenly Crystal Frost, then with a reverse grip, in full view of everyone, he put it away.

This is something from my pouch.

Looks like you really want it; if you want it, come and take it.