Chapter 11: Sleep Healing and Meteorite Falling

Sleep Healing and Meteorite Falling

When time pauses, what do you dream of?

If all the thoughts of the readers could be extracted, they could probably be compiled into a book.

And this book exists in the real world, called the "Criminal Law."

In fact, when time pauses, you can't think of anything.

Consciousness is entrusted to existence, and the essence of 【Existence】 is 【Time】.

When time solidifies, existence is not there, consciousness is not aware, and people lose all thinking, turning into flesh sculptures.

This experience is terrifying because people trapped in time stagnation might feel they are already dead.

But it might not be so terrifying, because this person probably can't realize they are trapped in time stagnation.

I don't know how long it passed. For Cheng Shi and others, it might be an instant, but for the terror demons, perhaps it was a lifetime...

The effect of area fast-forward slowly ended, and Song Yawen's consciousness gradually became clear.

The moment his thinking ability returned, he felt the ultimate blooming of death.

The terror demon corpses above his head fell one after another, and bloodless rotten flesh and countless tentacles poured into this still-clean space.

The breath of the dead rushed toward him, as rich as a colloid, making Song Yawen's spirit tremble from the depths of his soul.

"What level of Death Domain is this?

Does such a level of Death Domain really exist???

If this were to release a big move, wouldn't it summon the true god of 【Death】???"

After the triple shock, Song Yawen didn't waste any time. He deeply remembered that Cheng Shi said this strike of his would be the key to saving them.

Watching the tentacle monsters that had no more flesh to eat frantically wriggling toward the six of them, Song Yawen took a deep breath, and his two eyes instantly turned pure black.

Harvesting state, activated!

He stretched out his two hands and tightly pinched his own neck.

With a "snap," his neck was ruthlessly twisted by himself.

Subsequently, this standing "corpse" of Song Yawen began to slowly dissipate. The rich death energy around him instantly boiled, the yin wind roared, and the green light surged. In the blink of an eye, a huge black sickle with the momentum of destroying the world appeared above everyone's heads.

Cheng Shi and others had just regained their senses at this time. Looking at the death sickle hanging above their heads, everyone's breathing stalled.

Big.

Too big.

They had never seen such a terrifying death sickle, even the small skull ornament at the end of the handle looked like a giant statue carved from a high mountain.

Not to mention the blade glowing with faint green light, it looked like a sharp blade that could cut through planets.

Even in the 2100-point match, Cheng Shi hadn't seen such a large death sickle!

Now the only thought in his mind was to pray that Song Yawen wouldn't go crazy and send them away together.

"Soul sleep, life ends! Funeral, harvest!"

With the prayer that sounded like nothing, the huge sickle wrapped in the whispers of the undead swung down.

Except for the area where everyone stood, the entire ruins were visibly cracked in an instant.

Like a shattered mirror, spider-web cracks appeared.

Immediately after...

Sighs of embracing death sounded one after another, resounding through the sky. Countless tentacle monsters that had eaten flesh and blood and were huge beyond compare closed their eyes, like falling into a peaceful sleep.

Death was never an earth-shattering event.

The moment the sickle swung down, the fire of their lives quietly extinguished.

People died, the sickle disappeared.

Before and after, it was only a few seconds.

But the rising breath of the dead around hadn't dissipated. These breaths twisted and rose, gathered again, and condensed the Song Yawen who should have "died."

He fell from mid-air, panting and sweating profusely. As soon as he landed, he tilted and fell into the blood, his whole body convulsing non-stop.

Nangong, who was closest, wanted to pull him out of the instinct of a milk mother. As soon as her hand touched Song Yawen's wrist, she found that his body was now extremely healthy, even in a peak state.

His convulsions weren't exhaustion after a desperate big move, but the climax of excitement.

"Awesome—awesome—

I seem to have seen the appearance of my Lord, seen Him sitting on the throne of white bones, bestowing upon me a huge sickle.

Awesome—

Cheng Shi, you are too awesome!!!"

He panted, struggled to climb up, his hands and feet twitching:

"Just this one strike, my life, it's worth it..."

Cheng Shi smiled upon hearing this, and Nangong threw Song Yawen's hand away with disgust.

Chen Chong and Cao Sansui were still immersed in the earth-shattering sickle just now and couldn't extricate themselves for a long time. Until the flesh and blood of the terror demons and the dead tentacles were about to drown them, Chen Chong stood up from the blood with the half-dead Cao Sansui.

"Sol... solved?"

He still couldn't believe it. So many terror demons, such a large-scale army, all gone just like that?

What exactly happened just now?

Looking at Chen Chong's curious gaze, Cheng Shi said with a smile:

"Don't think about it, you wouldn't want to know what happened. Also, things aren't solved. If the Skeleton Army doesn't see the right-wing army, they will most likely send others to investigate the situation. We need to leave quickly."

He also pulled up Xia Wan, who was struggling on the ground, and pointed to her bulging belly, lower legs, and back, saying seriously:

"Our combat power is severely damaged. Cao Sansui, Nangong, and Xia Wan have lost their combat power. The two of them are okay, but Xia Wan's condition needs urgent treatment. We need to retreat first and find a place to reorganize."

Song Yawen was still immersed in the excitement of his own world-destroying strike. Hearing Cheng Shi's tension, he blurted out:

"Isn't there still you?"

Cheng Shi carried Xia Wan on his back, his face turning dark.

"I'm a 1500-point milk mother, what can I do?"

"???"

Song Yawen was dumbfounded, pointing to the hell-like misery outside, stuttering:

"You... you... this thing... isn't it all done by you?"

As he spoke, his tone distorted, "If you are 1500 points, I'll cut my head off and use it as a ball for you to kick."

Chen Chong's face also turned dark. He carried Cao Sansui on his back, pulled Nangong, and walked out without hesitation, while thinking in his heart:

This person does have strength, but he loves to show off too much, which makes people unhappy.

What's even more unhappy is that he manages to show off every time!

The winner's banter wasn't annoying, mainly because the environment didn't allow them to stay too long, so everyone still struggled, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow in the muddy ruins watered by blood, fleeing toward the southeast.

When standing in the center of the Death Domain, everyone didn't have such an intuitive feeling. When they walked out of this flesh-and-blood hell step by step, they truly realized what Cheng Shi had just done.

Meat chunks, corpses, slime, black blood.

A group of people walked into a museum, where all objects and forms related to blood and flesh were exhibited, not only beyond imagination but also frequently challenging the sensitive stomach nerves of a normal human being.

This scene could no longer be described.

Just this once, the 5 people present had a new understanding of 【Birth】.

Could this be a righteous god of order?

Even Xia Wan, a believer of 【Birth】, looking at this nauseating scene, couldn't help but want to...

"Ugh—"

The first to vomit was Nangong.

She was already extremely weak due to self-mutilation. At this time, her legs rubbed in the flesh-and-blood mud, and the smell of fishy, rotten decay rushed into her nasal cavity, bringing her not the guidance of 【Decay】, but nausea that made people want to vomit.

When the first shot was fired, the scene lost control again.

"Ugh—ugh—"

Everyone couldn't hold it anymore.

Especially Chen Chong. In order to leave this hell as soon as possible, he vomited while rushing. The one on his back was also vomiting, and the one he was holding was also vomiting. The triple chorus of vomiting pulled at his ears, making people collapse.

"Xia Wan, you have to hold on. This is the work of my Lord, pointing you to..."

"Ugh—"

"..."

Cheng Shi felt his shoulder heat up, and then his face twitched.

"Your mother... mother must be very heartbroken for you..."

Xia Wan endured the violent struggle of the "life" conceived on her body and said weakly:

"My mother is dead... she offered herself to 【Filth】..."

"Ah this..."

Because of his foul mouth, Cheng Shi felt a burst of regret in his heart: I really deserve to die...

"Compared to my mother, you'd better care about my daughter, she might be about to be born..."

Cheng Shi's face turned dark, and he roared toward the front:

"Chen Chong, prepare! Xia Wan is about to give birth!" ===== CHAPTER 12 =====

"Run!!"

Cheng Shi ran outward without a moment's hesitation, not holding back a single ounce of strength.

He didn't need to look after anyone else at all; every single teammate present was faster than him.

Cao Sansui's expression tightened. The next second, he cast Area Acceleration in front of the group. Song Yawen vanished instantly like a shadow, and Chen Chong activated Warrior's Charge, grabbing Cheng Shi and Cao Sansui—one in each hand—and sprinting outward like a storm.

The two figures above in the treehouse moved even faster; Xia Wan scooped up the petite Nangong and leaped from one treetop to another in a few quick motions.

Chen Chong's forward speed was so fast that the gale made Cheng Shi's face sting.

Cao Sansui was having an equally hard time, and he shouted in extreme shock:

"This isn't a spell that can be practiced in the Underworld; this is a forbidden art that only the Elemental Judges of the Continent of Hope can master. What kind of identities have we taken on, to be enemies with both sides?"

Enemies? No, that wasn't right.

Even if the six of them really were enemies of the Continent of Hope, the Elemental Judges wouldn't use a world-destroying spell like this to sanction them.

What could six people possibly count for in a war?

Nothing at all!

How could they possibly be worthy of a Meteor Fire Rain!

Cheng Shi's face darkened as a possibility occurred to him.

"This Meteor Fire Rain isn't meant for us at all! This damn thing is meant to intercept the right-wing Terror Demon army!!!"