LWGP - Chapter 213
Chapter 213: Frost Bone Dragon King
She was so cautious that she observed other people's ratings to deduce his methods. Then, when he sent himself to the neighboring territory, the already cunning and suspicious Wang Jiu immediately suspected him.
Wang Shu suddenly remembered that right after they left the dungeon, while he was playing dead, he heard Wang Jiu remind Li Meng and the other person not to casually contact people from the pioneer period.
I'm afraid she was wary of the crooked Liu Guang back then.
"Then why didn't you kill me? Not only did you not kill me then, you didn't kill me during the pioneer period, and you didn't kill me when I joined Gobi Territory. Why did you have to wait until now…"
Liu Guang was actually in great pain, and every word was a struggle. But he seemed eager to learn, insisting on getting to the bottom of it.
"Psycho. I'm not a deranged murderer like you people. At the time, I wasn't sure you were with the Black Witch Organization. As for when you came to Gobi Territory later, you didn't really leak anything. I only confirmed it last night."
Last night? Confirmed last night?
Liu Guang asked, "How did you confirm it?"
Wang Jiu, who had been chatting idly with him, suddenly gave him a meaningful look. "A dead man lying in a funeral home still has so many questions. Is King Yama going to let you get a degree in the underworld?"
Her words were so sudden. Was this a Sichuan opera face-change?
Liu Guang's expression changed, as if some secret had been exposed. But before he could react, silk-like tentacles erupted from within his body, tearing him apart!
Unlike the previous Dean who was suddenly headshot, Liu Guang had the privilege of screaming. Amidst his screams, Wang Jiu turned slightly to the side. Her movement was simultaneous with another person's.
But at the same instant, Cai Wujun and Lin Yong also made their move.
From the moment Wang Jiu, who never liked to waste words, suddenly started chattering so much with a prisoner, everyone from Gobi had already guessed that she might be seriously injured, or that she was waiting for or guarding against something.
Logically, even with the little demon king's army and the believer legion here, they couldn't cause her much harm. Yet she was still so cautious, which meant…
Cai Wujun and Lin Yong's skills were swift, directly colliding with the blade of the assailant who was slashing diagonally at Wang Jiu's back as she turned.
It was a simple blade, yet it was terrifying enough to sever both Cai Wujun's and Lin Yong's skills.
Then, it curved directly, shooting cunningly towards the chest of the sideways-turned Wang Jiu.
Clang!
The activated level 9 barrier trembled. The attack's intensity was no less than that of the Fusion Demon King, yet it came from someone who should have been on the same level of strength as Cai Wujun.
The barrier was for defense, but Wang Jiu was not naturally a person who only defended. She preferred to attack. So, her bone-white, blood-streaked blade also landed a strike on the opponent.
A thin layer of space between the blade and the person acted like an incomparably tough barrier, but it was still shattered, sending out a shockwave. In this shockwave, a certain number one young master of the capital, the "orchid and jade tree" praised by all the great families, the "flower on a high peak," had the hair on his forehead in slight disarray, partially obscuring his eyes and making him look innocent and fragile.
Song Yin.
He was the one Wang Jiu had been guarding against all along?
Liu Guang wasn't the traitor, just an infiltrator. Song Yin was the real traitor, the one colluding with the Great Prophet?
The stunned Wang Shu and the others weren't swept away by the shockwave because they had started to kill—the little demon king's army and the believer legion had also made their move.
The two sides, originally in a standoff, suddenly charged into battle. Lin Yong and Cai Wujun decisively disengaged. The former preemptively immobilized the troublesome large Gun Guns, while Cai Wujun seized the little Gun Gun in one go.
Little Gun Gun was caught off guard. It tried to struggle, but Cai Wujun held it firmly, intending to take it quickly towards the great Bashu Territory.
Now, no one could stop him, because Wang Jiu was here.
"Ah Jiu, treating me like this is truly saddening." Song Yin lowered his eyes, a sword in one hand.
He was clearly an arcane mage, yet he had just used a sword to try and kill her, and now he was speaking to her with such a serious and affectionate expression.
Wang Jiu used a similar expression and tone to reply, "There's more than one or two Great Prophets in this world, isn't there?"
One or two?
The Great Prophet, still bound by the silk-like tentacles, was certain that "one or two" referred to high-caliber Great Prophets: one was himself, and the other was that woman in the great Bashu Territory.
Then, who else? Wang Jiu herself?
As the Great Prophet grew suspicious, he suddenly sensed the skill fluctuations that were most sensitive to someone of the same profession.
Spirit Tracking Art from the prophecy system.
The skill's structure was as follows: first, a spirit seal is placed on the sound of a keyword. Then, using this keyword spirit seal, one can trace the clues of the prophecy's target.
This was a top-tier prophecy art, extremely rare, and incredibly difficult to learn and control. That's why Ming Shu didn't know it. He never imagined someone here would, and would even use it successfully.
And the person who knew it was actually Yan Hui.
This great demon king, who was best at assassination, had actually also walked the path of prophecy.
An assassin who could prophesy?
"Perhaps… I need a child. A child who can free me from all my suffering."
This was the first sentence, a line Shen Wan had once seen and heard. At the time, she felt that the secret of the "child" was crucial.
It was indeed crucial, and it was coming in handy now.
If she were present now, she would have realized that "child" was the keyword spirit seal. She would also understand why Wang Jiu had shown such animosity towards her back then. It wasn't actually for her to see, but a performance for a certain someone, to make him believe Shen Wan had foreseen something, which in turn would lead to the connection that followed.
It's just unknown whether the sentence she foresaw was something she had said unintentionally in the past, or if she said it on purpose. If it was the latter, that was unlikely. Wang Jiu wasn't a god; she couldn't have foreseen today's events.
There were only two possibilities.
1. She had spoken unintentionally at the time, but after the Undead Charm Spirit pried into his memories, Shen Wan's reaction made her realize it could be exploited, so she put on a performance on the spur of the moment.
2. A long time ago, every detail of her interactions with this person, Wen Juanzhi, every detail she revealed, was actually meticulously designed by her. They were all things she wasn't afraid of people knowing. Otherwise, why would she say something so private to a person like him? What was he to her?
Wen Juanzhi was also on the battlefield. He could hear their conversation. Although he didn't want to be distracted, he was.
He vaguely believed it was the second possibility. He also felt that even if Wang Jiu couldn't have predicted the apocalyptic game and today's events, she still deliberately wanted to reveal the secret of the "child" to the outside world.
For whom to know?
For her enemy—the Black Witch Organization.
Why?
Perhaps only she herself knew.
At this moment, Yan Hui's prophecy had spirit-tracked the next two sentences.
"A child?"
"Perhaps our allies will be very interested in this secret."
Was this the voice of some Undead Race boss?
After that was a conversation between this boss and another person.
The Spirit Tracking prophecy art was a chain reaction, like Sadako's videotape. Everyone who opened it became tainted and was then chain-tracked.
The last person to be tracked said this sentence.
"A child? So that's it. No wonder she hasn't had children yet, even though she clearly knows…"
This was Song Yin's voice. At the time, he was subconsciously muttering to himself, but he didn't say much to the Undead boss and stopped talking.
Now, having witnessed the prophecy released by Yan Hui, he knew why Wang Jiu had seen through him. He couldn't help but sigh and completed his earlier thought.
"No wonder, even though you knew Auntie loves children and was looking forward to you having a child for her to dote on, you still didn't have one. You were unwilling to let me touch you, unwilling to with that tool of an ex-husband, and even more unwilling to bear a child for any man."
"Many times, I suspected that you had long been suspicious of me, or that I was just particularly displeasing to you. Why could you interact normally with others, but only with me…"
In her social interactions, Wang Jiu wasn't shy about matters between men and women, but she treated him differently.
He couldn't finish, because Wang Jiu slightly raised her eyelids and said faintly, "I just find you uniquely disgusting."
No physical damage, but the psychological insult was extreme.
Even someone like Song Yin, with his extremely deep and dormant temperament, was stunned for a moment. But he still wasn't in a hurry to act, even with the intense slaughter and rivers of blood around them. Since no one dared to approach the two of them anyway, why not have a good talk?
So he smiled, and it unexpectedly added a touch of cruel and silent wickedness to his demeanor.
"Let me think. Is it because you remembered long ago that the Old Lady believed someone inside the Song family was related to Jiong Jiong's disappearance back then? So you targeted a few people, and deliberately cultivated a romantic relationship with me to get close to the Song family… and among your suspects was my father. Am I being dragged down by my own dad?"
Wang Jiu turned her face away and said coolly, "She was always praising you, so I took a closer look. Your aptitude is quite good, but your acting skills are even better, on par with mine."
Song Yin narrowed his eyes. "Acting? If others can tell you're acting, then your skills aren't that great. That's not a compliment."
Wang Jiu: "You have no flaws, but your father does. Believe me, no one understands the details of a father having no feelings for his own child and treating them like a pig or a dog better than I do."
"And I don't believe you can be as pure on the inside as you are on the outside, like an angel kissed by God."
These words were spoken lightly, highlighting her demeanor—that subtle sense of perversion.
After discovering the secret relationship between Song Yin and his father in the Song family, Wang Jiu's perverse nature found a match in his essence. Perhaps during that time, the two internally similar people weren't just harboring their own ulterior motives, but also held a certain curiosity for their own kind.
Judging others by her own standards.
She still remembered that Mr. Song was elegant and gentle, filled with pride when he mentioned his son. But he was constantly messing around with women on the side, not out of desire, but out of a desperate need for a new heir.
The Song family placed great importance on the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. That Mr. Song had a very high opinion of himself and was extremely concerned with face. Even when playing with women, he always maintained a sense of decorum. To be so impatient and frantic, to be unsatisfied with a son like Song Yin, meant that he detested this son to the extreme.
Why?
Wang Jiu hadn't found out, but that didn't stop her from judging Song Yin's character based on it.
If an outsider like her could sense it, how could the intelligent and sensitive Song Yin not have felt it?
But he was too perfect, so perfect that Wang Jiu felt as if she were looking at another version of herself.
The disgust she mentioned was actually a kind of insinuation.
"Paranoid, selfish. You can allow some people who aren't exactly good to stay by your side for your use, but you would never allow anyone else who poses even the slightest danger to be near my aunt, even if you yourself are the greatest danger."
Song Yin saw through Wang Jiu's complex mentality, but he also mused, "With a nature like yours, why would you allow me to stay in the Song family and get close to Auntie?"
Wang Jiu frowned. "Was I really that omnipotent in your eyes back then? In reality, I was just a pawn that you weren't in a hurry to eliminate, one you even wanted to place by the Old Lady's side to cultivate. Perhaps I could even be used to steal secrets from the gene research in the future."
Song Yin: "Yes, and was I not also a pawn?"
Wang Jiu: "Obviously, we two weak pawns utterly detest each other, yet we've had to compete in acting for so many years. Today, it can finally end."
The two strongest people on the current battlefield engaging in humblebragging was really something else. Unfortunately, no one else had the time to pay them any mind.
Song Yin: "Yes. It seems your injuries have recovered."
With one sentence, he confirmed that Wang Jiu had been genuinely and seriously injured, not faking it. She had been forced to stall for time, and the Book of Immortality was repairing her injuries from the inside out.
At this moment, the wounds on her surface were healing at a visible rate, which meant her internal injuries had also fully recovered.
Why not use Holy Light? Because the destructive power of the demon king's fusion technique was a highly corrosive type of witchcraft, of a higher level than Holy Light, and couldn't be repaired by it.
But the Book of Immortality could.
That's why she had been stalling for time.
But she also knew that Song Yin was stalling for time as well.
There was no casual banter, it was all just… "Boss!!" The cry of alarm from one of Cai Market's subordinates caused a huge shift in the situation on one side of the battlefield.
Cai Wujun, who had successfully taken little Gun Gun, suddenly sensed something as he approached the ice-sealed cubic wall. He only had time to move Gun Gun out of the way, but he himself couldn't dodge. A bone spike shot up from underground, piercing through his chest. Flesh and blood splattered, his HP plummeted, and two-thirds of it was instantly wiped out.
But in that instant, Cai Wujun still did his utmost to throw little Gun Gun away.
Little Gun Gun was stunned and confused in mid-air. But it gritted its teeth, its body bounced upon landing, and it jumped up with red-rimmed eyes, letting out an angry roar.
Immediately after, its body suddenly swelled to hundreds of times its size, and it rammed headfirst into the enormous… Frost Bone Dragon King that had risen from the ground, impaling Cai Wujun on its bone spike!
Bang!!
Twenty meters long, enormous and ferocious, releasing an aura of frost even more intense than the ice-sealed soldiers. After being bravely rammed by Gun Gun, its body only swayed slightly. It let out a roar, a dragon's cry that pierced the heavens. But that sway still allowed Cai Wujun to break free from the bone spike. With half his body frozen, he spread his metal wings and flew away. But little Gun Gun was swept by the terrifying dragon's tail…
Bang!! The huge panda body shot out like a cannonball, directly collapsing a mountain peak.
The cunning and clever Gun Gun was instantly covered in blood, and with a "wah," it spat out a spirit vein?
No, it didn't. It just spat out a lot of bamboo and shoots. Of course, there was also blood and chunks of internal organs.
This scene was too tragic.
Everyone was stunned.
It had arrived. This was the trump card Song Yin had been waiting for.
He smiled at Wang Jiu.
And Wang Jiu, who had just recovered from her injuries, still had a pale face as she watched this terrifying Undead boss roar into the sky, blotting out the sun.
Purple Gold grade?
No, the system notification said it was the Frost Bone Dragon King, a half-legendary Ancient Frost Bone Dragon King that had evolved by devouring twelve Purple Gold Little Corpse Kings.
Its average attributes were eighty thousand.
Originally, a boss of such high specifications shouldn't exist; it had already surpassed the game's progress for this point in time. If Wei Yuan and the others were here, they would definitely be shocked. But it had appeared. Countless people angrily questioned the System, and the System's response was: The Black Witch Organization joined forces with it, providing immense resources and guidance, and also contacted the high-blooded Undead Race far away in the polar ice lands, receiving help from them, which led to the birth of the Frost Bone Dragon King.
Damn it, the Black Witch Organization are animals!
The crowd turned to furiously curse the Black Witch Organization, hating them to the bone.
But what could they do? No one could have predicted this outcome.
"Now I know how terrifying it is." Qiao Xuejing couldn't help but look at Wang Jiu.
Then what about their Lord Lao Wang? Wang Jiu, who had been hunted by such a behemoth all this time, how had she managed to be so careful all these years?
The reason Song Yin allowed Wang Jiu to stall for time and recover her strength was simply because he didn't want her to discover the existence of the Frost Bone Dragon King.
He knew this woman's abilities too well. Even if she was seriously injured, she could very likely interrupt its evolution. Killing one Wang Jiu might not affect the overall situation, but one Frost Bone Dragon King could determine the outcome of the entire Sichuan front.
He was deeply convinced of this.
It also exceeded the scope of Yan Hui's prophecy. Of course, Wang Jiu couldn't have imagined its existence.
If she had known earlier, would she still have chosen to stall for time to recover?
Now, it was the Undead Race's turn to dominate the field.
In the end, this was the Undead Race's expansion pack. It was the Undead Race's world!
Forget Wang Jiu, forget the Four Demon Kings. This was the Black Witch Organization's final trump card in this war. Now that it had arrived, everything should be settled.
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