Chapter 283: The Unclouded Crown? No, the Decaying Wind Chime

The Unclouded Crown? No, the Decaying Wind Chime

The battle was intense, and the aftermath of the two behemoths clashing even stirred up layers of storms, accelerating the spread of the surrounding fog.

After the wave of the Sighing Mourning Tide surged past this place, the figures of the two slowly became clear, and then the players saw a giant bear with a clumsy but highly destructive body fighting back and forth with a tree spirit that was agile but lacked attack methods.

Yes, a bear and a tree were fighting.

Erpuska's image was very strange. He was as tall as the giant bear Hong Lin had transformed into, but he wasn't as fleshy as the giant bear. He was more like a giant, withered old man with skin and flesh. Thousands of layers of wrinkles covered his entire body, and rotting skin stuck directly to exposed joints. His whole body was hunched, and he carried a large lump of withered tree branches in a blooming state on his back.

Looking closely, one could discover that those withered tree branches were originally a huge tree crown, but the tree crown was withered to the extreme, without a single leaf, and instead was hung with corpses of Fungus-Foot people that had already rotted and decayed!

Those corpses swayed incessantly with Erpuska's movements, like strings of creepy, bizarre 【Decay】 wind chimes, both soul-stirring and shocking.

"Is this 【The Unclouded Crown】?"

"Yes, He once protected the rainforest lushly. It is said that the canopy on His back was bigger than the World Tree of Giasmela, but even though it looked like it covered the sky, it wouldn't block any sunlight, so the tribes protected by Him could live bathed in warmth and grow without fear of wind and rain.

But now, this crown has long since withered and disappeared..."

After Hong Lin transformed into a giant bear, her combat power soared. Every swing she made could make Erpuska stagger. But looking at Erpuska, its 【Decay】 power seemed to be pulled by something. The wounds on the giant bear's body had just broken the skin, and before everyone could see clearly, they were completely compensated and healed by the 【Prosperity】 within Hong Lin, looking like it couldn't take away Hong Lin's blood at all.

But the reason why the two behemoths could still fight back and forth was because Erpuska was also very resistant to hits, even more so than the giant bear.

Even if Hong Lin swung it around and threw it to the ground and followed up with a burst of heavy punches and sharp claws, it could still stand up like a ghost at the first moment to carry out the next round of confrontation with Hong Lin, and there were no wounds on its body at all!

Yes, it seemed it would never be injured.

The agile figure combined with a physique that was not injured at all could not let it gain the upper hand, but it would not be defeated in a short time either.

Watching and watching, Cheng Shi understood. This was a draw, a draw where neither could do anything to the other.

One side had amazing recovery power, and the other side simply wouldn't be injured. If they kept fighting like this, there was no way there would be a result until nightfall.

So Cheng Shi frowned and shouted:

"Don't just stand there, help!"

Everyone looked like they had been eager to try for a long time. Coinciding with Cheng Shi's "order," everyone took action.

The cold-faced hunter didn't say a word, jumped high, and stood on the branches of the tree. He took out a long bow with a unique shape and shot continuously at Erpuska. Every arrow hit the withered branches of the tree crown behind it. Clearly, he was testing the weakness of the 【Desolation Walker】.

The Puppet Master also disappeared at some point. When her puppet appeared again, it was behind Erpuska. The mature puppet stood at Erpuska's feet, although as petite as a baby under an elephant's hoof, the countless silk threads in its hands kept swinging in the air. Not long after, Erpuska's movements became slower and slower, and it was once brought down to the ground by Hong Lin's close-range attack for a burst of heavy beating.

Cheng Shi wasn't idle either. He was supervising the singer singing.

He always felt that this Zuo Qiu had a problem, always intentionally or unintentionally approaching himself. This feeling was very subtle, because his current identity was indeed a focus of everyone's gossip, so just based on this point, he couldn't judge Zuo Qiu's intention to approach him.

More importantly, this historian knew a lot and didn't seem to be stingy about sharing, but why did he have to tell a lie about history? And what was more coincidental was that he happened to know this lie was fake!

So Cheng Shi began to doubt his identity.

This wouldn't be another liar disguised as the opposite side, would it?

Although Cheng Shi was complaining about Hong Lin being suspicious, ever since he experienced the chaos of the last round, he looked at everyone like they were liars.

So, if he could confirm at this time that Zuo Qiu didn't know the singer's tunes at all, then maybe he could expose his disguise.

But unfortunately, Zuo Qiu knew them—not only knew them, but sang them very well.

Although his singing voice wasn't good, it was useful.

This believer of 【Memory】 had recorded many battles in history in his history book. When he used the singer's talent to sing these blood-boiling battles, everyone present became blood-boiling.

Even Cheng Shi, who never led the charge, became restless, wishing he could rush up and give Erpuska a couple of punches.

He really was a singer?

If he really was a singer, then the history book in his hand didn't look like a fake. Cheng Shi looked at Zuo Qiu suspiciously, but Zuo Qiu ignored his gaze and just seriously gave his teammates various buffs.

Could this historian really be for the sake of wild history?

He was a bit uncertain.

"Have you seen enough? Although we are still at an advantage and haven't been injured, as a priest, shouldn't you also restore our consumed mental power?"

"?"

Cheng Shi was angered into laughter. I haven't even probed your identity, and you're starting to probe me?

Fine, fine, so that's how you want to play.

He hummed and laughed, then casually flicked his hands toward Hong Lin's direction, while shouting seriously: "Mental Art!"

"..." Zuo Qiu was dumbfounded. "That's it? What about us?"

"Tsk, you few supports didn't put in any effort, and you still want Mental Art?

Is my mental power worthless?

Good steel must be used on the blade... on the edge."

"..."

Seeing Cheng Shi's lazy appearance of not even pretending, Zuo Qiu's face turned black.

Fine, even if the Mental Art you shot out without any light is real, you can't just pick the believer of 【Prosperity】 to hit, right?

Is their mental power as vast as the sea, and they lack this little bit of yours?

What's more, the one in front is still the God-Chosen of 【Prosperity】. If you shoot this out, before it hits Baldy, it would probably evaporate out of shame, right?

Looking at Brother Shiguan's questioning eyes, Cheng Shi pointed at the fierce Hong Lin and tsked:

"Just tell me if it's useful."

Zuo Qiu's eye twitched and he turned his back. He began to concentrate on giving his teammates buffs and stopped paying attention to this slacker who was full of nonsense.

It was Cheng Shi, looking at Zuo Qiu's back, who secretly took out a scalpel and gestured behind his back, until Zuo Qiu's back visibly tightened, and he stopped this probing behavior thoughtfully.

He was now certain: Zuo Qiu really had a problem.

This Brother Shiguan's reaction to his own behavior seemed to have no abnormality, but no abnormality was the biggest abnormality!

Because his own behavior itself had problems. When facing such a slacker in the team, normal people, no matter how tolerant, would carry some emotions.

But Zuo Qiu was different; his tolerance was a bit too high, so high that he almost defaulted to the fact that he was this kind of person.

This was very interesting. This showed that he had long known about himself.

Then when did this happen?

Last night? At the start? No, no, no, the time was too short to understand a stranger, so it must be before the trial.

This person probably knew himself long ago!

His reaction to all his identities was faked!

Interesting. Who exactly is this historian, or rather, whose friend is he? ===== CHAPTER 284 =====