LWGP - Chapter 214
Chapter 214: Tactics
The situation was truly tense, leaving no time for anyone to react. The moment the Frost Bone Dragon King appeared, the morale of the Undead surged, granting them all a bonus. As their "allies," the army of Black Witch believers and the little demon king's army were also invigorated, filled with excitement.
The battle was completely one-sided, and amidst the dust and smoke, Song Yin charged toward Wang Jiu.
Wang Jiu's gaze had already shifted from the Frost Bone Dragon King. In truth, our side had been hoping she would reveal a "faint smile" or a "meaningful" expression, or perhaps use words like "dear" or "little friend."
Because if she had shown any such reaction, it would have signaled the possibility of a comeback.
And that was precisely what Song Yin feared most, which was why he chose to attack first.
But this time, Wang Jiu frowned, as if deep in thought, as if trapped. Only when Song Yin was upon her did she glance at him.
That one glance nearly carried away Song Yin's thoughts, for he knew this woman all too well. That look signified annoyance, impatience, and displeasure.
She rarely had such a reaction, unless it was something she was unwilling to do, but had no choice.
Could it be that the current situation had disrupted her original plans?
Then she sidestepped, dodging Song Yin's sword, and flung her blade. The blade left her hand, carrying with it the sound of wind and thunder as it tore through the air, sweeping aside all who stood in its way. Any enemy who touched it, or was even grazed by the aura of wind and thunder, was instantly ripped apart. Its flight speed was worthy of its elements—wind and thunder, second only to the space element in terms of speed. Combined, even Song Yin couldn't stop it.
But Song Yin saw its target—the frozen cube.
He was startled. What was she trying to do? Even if her average attributes had reached 50,000, she couldn't possibly shatter the frozen cube with a single strike.
Unless…
Song Yin looked directly down into the rift valley. He touched the space between his eyebrows, and with a thought, he controlled a spirit light shuttle, transforming it into several chains that shot down into the chasm. But no matter how fast it was, it was already too late.
Because a shrill wail had already echoed from the bottom of the rift.
The Icebound Undead Beasts had been slain.
Simultaneously, all of them. A total of eleven Icebound Undead Beasts were killed (there were originally twelve, but Shen Wan's team had taken one out earlier).
The moment of their death was when the frozen cube was at its most unstable, and it was at this precise point in time.
The flying blade… Bang!
It struck the frozen cube.
It split open, shattered, like a glass dome struck by a flying axe. It was a pulverization, a complete and utter rout.
The people trapped inside the frozen cube, fighting and shivering, were dumbfounded, but also ecstatic. Liu Wuren, having already received a private message from Wang Jiu, immediately commanded his forces to charge out.
With this greatest obstacle broken, their combat strength could recover by at least half!
"Lord Liu, did you send several other teams?" The Shanghai Old Lady and the others, in their surprise, assumed Liu Wuren had masterminded this and arranged for other forces. But he replied, "No."
No?
Then what was it?
The key wasn't Wang Jiu's flying blade, but the forces in the rift valley that had simultaneously slain the Icebound Undead Beasts.
Could it have been Shen Wan's team? Impossible. They were only a ten-person squad. Not only could a single person not kill an Icebound Undead Beast with average attributes over 15,000, but they also didn't have enough people.
At that moment, the spirit stream controlled by Song Yin flowed down the rift and saw the place where the Icebound Undead Beasts had been slain. There were eleven sections. One section was occupied by Shen Wan's team, but in the other ten sections, there was another dark shadow. After that shadow swiftly killed the Icebound Undead Beast before it, amidst the endlessly spreading frosty air, it raised its face. In that world where darkness and icy cold merged, it glanced at the descending spirit stream, then its mouth opened. The skeletal face split into a grin and let out a roar. Then, white bone wings sprouted from its back, and it charged toward the spirit stream with its blade, howling.
The roars from the bottom of the rift, the responding roars of ten White Bone Bodies, surged and echoed throughout the entire valley.
Luo Sheng and the others were shocked. They were undoubtedly bewildered; all their actions had been under Shen Wan's command, but it was clear that Shen Wan was also taking orders from someone else.
That person had contacted her, and she had then relayed the prophesied locations of the Icebound Undead Beasts to them, set a coordinated time for the kill, and notified Liu Wuren in advance to complete this wave of attacks.
"We should get out. The situation outside is still bad." They had all felt it when the Frost Bone Dragon King emerged from underground, and they had despaired at the time. Even though the crisis of the frozen cube was now resolved, the situation still heavily favored the Undead.
Shen Wan knew this was not the time to discuss the mysteries behind the scenes. The group immediately flew out of the rift. On their way, they encountered the White Bone Bodies fighting the spirit stream and were greatly surprised.
What were these things? Another type of Undead?
However, the spirit stream seemed unwilling to get entangled with these White Bone Bodies and suddenly retreated up along the rift wall.
It was probably returning to the surface.
What they didn't know was that on the surface, Song Yin had recalled the spirit stream because he was unwilling to be distracted by these White Bone Bodies, which he couldn't identify at the moment but knew for certain came from Wang Jiu.
She was too unfathomable. The longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He had to cut this Gordian knot!
Song Yin decisively clasped his hands together, forcing blood essence from his ten fingers to form a seal. This was a witchcraft technique from the pre-apocalypse Black Witch Organization, a method he had created himself by fusing it with the game's Witch Dao skills.
It was as if another creature was breathing within his body. The moment he looked up, his state descended upon him. This time, he released a witch power that was purer and more powerful than that of the Four Demon Kings.
They howled like a tornado. Twelve thick, chaotic streams of witch power coiled around Song Yin, making him look like a terrifying evil king. His once neat and handsome short hair grew bizarrely long, reaching his waist, and even his face changed, as if it had undergone a fine-tuning.
Every subtle change brought about a monumental transformation, like a butterfly crossing the vast sea.
Liu Wuren, leading his people out, saw this scene from a distance, across a sea of enemies, and took a deep breath.
A thought couldn't help but surface in his mind—A fine young master of the capital, a demon king in a sullied world.
This scene was also transmitted back to the central high command in the capital via Liu Wuren's constant video recording.
Song Yuanqiao watched this, his face expressionless, but his jaw was clenched tight.
Seeing him like this, the others remained silent. Only an old man wearing glasses pushed up his presbyopic spectacles and said, "We have news from the ancient dao department. He should be one of the three Holy Sons of the Black Witch. We can't tell which one from his current abilities, but according to our spies, if the Four Demon Kings are killing machines created by the Black Witch Organization through a 'gu' breeding process, then the three Holy Sons are the naturally selected, predestined talents. They undergo a special kind of nurturing to further deviate from human genes. We don't know the specifics of this nurturing yet, but I think it's definitely related to gene evolution. Perhaps that's why they are so desperate to obtain our gene evolution research results."
"That's right," Song Yuanqiao said hoarsely. "The enemy often breaks through from within. And my Song family has been breached twice."
His tone was hard to read—was it self-mockery, or bitterness?
Lin Zi had been right all those years ago.
The Song family was not innocent. He had suspected many of his brothers and even his uncles, but he had never suspected his own nephew. After all, when Jiong Jiong disappeared, Song Yin hadn't even been born.
But what about later?
Song Yuanqiao had no mind to ponder Song Yin's backstory. Right now, the most important thing was the Sichuan battlefield.
The entire country was besieged, but no battlefield was more tragic or more terrifying than Sichuan!
He lowered his head and contacted someone.
"Are you done over there?"
"Almost."
Song Yin had unleashed his ultimate move, revealing his true Black Witch abilities. Without wasting any more words on Wang Jiu, he gestured with both hands, and the raindrops in the sky suddenly gathered, transforming into countless water pythons. With a point of his finger, they came.
The swarm of water pythons roared toward her.
She raised her left hand, and thousands of green silk tentacles rose like a tide, crisscrossing and directly entangling the water pythons. A vast net, a thousand square meters across, strangulation!
Countless streams of water were torn apart, falling from the sky like a waterfall. Meanwhile, Song Yin swiped a finger, and his body suddenly split into three terrifying ice-bone spikes. They shot out, their speed rivaling wind and thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they pierced ferociously toward Wang Jiu's body!
The white bone longblade had already flown across the sky. Catching it, Wang Jiu parried with a flick of her wrist.
The bone blade, combined with a level 9 barrier, created an explosive burst of air at that instant. The bone blade trembled, and cracks appeared on the barrier. Under the powerful shockwave, Wang Jiu was sent flying backward, blade and all. Was she heavily injured?
But there were no wounds on her body; her physique had completely absorbed the impact. On the ground, Song Yin was already preparing his next attack. A vicious, curved bone spike spiraled in his palm. With each rotation, it drew in blood from the battlefield—a blood sacrifice, a top-tier killing amplification technique!
It was growing stronger, but Song Yin saw Wang Jiu, still in mid-air, raise her hand. With a slight crook of her index finger, two items appeared, floating on either side of her.
The Great Witch's Soul Compass, and the Innocent Token.
In her other hand, the simple white bone longblade changed, transforming into a white bone witch staff.
It was strange. "Gilded Abyss," as her created weapon, was the highest-aptitude weapon to appear in the game of this spacetime. Yet, its white bone blade form was still within the specifications of a Purple Gold grade weapon. But when it transformed into a witch's white bone staff, its aura changed completely.
Why?
Because it was a growth-type weapon, capable of evolving, and Wang Jiu had already poured enormous resources into developing it.
But it needed time to evolve.
So, she hadn't just been stalling for time to recover from her injuries; she had also been waiting for Gilded Abyss to devour energy.
"You didn't completely devour the spirit vein?!" Song Yin suddenly understood. Although Wang Jiu's average attributes had jumped to the 50,000 level, only she and Yan Hui knew the total amount of energy in the Jiuzhaigou spirit veins. If the total amount was high, and adding the gene evolution potion, her average of 50,000 was actually on the low side. If her physique could handle it, pushing to an average of 80,000 would have been no problem. But she had only gone to 50,000. Where had the rest of the spirit vein energy gone?
It went to Gilded Abyss!
She hadn't expected Song Yin to help the Undead cultivate a half-legendary Frost Bone Dragon King, but he also hadn't expected her to cultivate a half-legendary weapon.
However, a weapon was still just equipment. How could it compare to the Frost Bone Dragon King?
Unless… unless the weapon was just one component of her overall framework.
What if you added the Great Witch's Soul Compass and the Innocent Token?
Song Yin sensed that Wang Jiu was about to make a big move. He wanted to stop her, but he also knew that with a half-legendary weapon in hand, Wang Jiu could easily resist him. He might even be killed. So, he decisively contacted the Frost Bone Dragon King.
On the other side, the Frost Bone Dragon King was on a rampage. No one could withstand the sweep of its tail, and every hit was bloodthirsty—one touch meant instant death. To avoid such casualties, the Sichuan allied forces had to retreat on all fronts, allowing the Undead and Black Witch armies to continuously advance on the territory. The territory's protective shield now had less than 20% HP.
The situation was critical!
The Frost Bone Dragon King didn't actually need Song Yin's reminder; it had also sensed the threat from Wang Jiu's direction. It acted decisively, ordering its minions to continue their assault on the allied forces and break through the territory as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, it spread its dragon wings and flew toward Wang Jiu.
In mid-air, Wang Jiu saw the Frost Bone Dragon King. At the same time, she also saw a teleportation array appearing above her.
Many people saw it. Wang Shu and the others were filled with hope.
Reinforcements had arrived?
They must be from the central government!
Xie Lu's expression relaxed slightly. They were finally here. That person from the Song family was reliable after all. He just wondered if the newcomers could handle the enemy.
And if they would be in time.
The Frost Bone Dragon King's body was immense, its icy draconic might covering the sky. But Wang Jiu didn't panic, nor did she pin her hopes on the incoming reinforcements. She simply and methodically activated the Great Witch's Soul Compass to guide the spirits.
Why did she need a half-legendary staff? Because it amplified the power of witch-type skills and items several times over.
As a result, once the Great Witch's Soul Compass was activated, the entire battlefield—from the front of the great Bashu Territory to the area where Wang Jiu was located, a region of over ten thousand square meters—fell within its spirit-guiding range.
Spirits howled out from underground, the only trace left by the living.
Then, she activated the top-tier priest talent skill, 《Spirit Body》, drawing these spirits—whether they had just died or had been dead for a long time—into bodies. Whose bodies?
Were there not enough corpses on this battlefield?
Purple Gold grade, Gold grade—any powerful bodies that had been slain but not yet unlocked were directly commandeered. The spirits entered them, and then came the Heavenly Channeling Art.
What was this secret art? Wasn't it used for the technical control of spirit power?
From a distance, Wang Shu saw the skill activate and subconsciously recalled what Wang Jiu had mentioned to him.
So what was its use now?
The true purpose of the Heavenly Channeling Art was "channeling." Everyone saw Wang Jiu, holding the white bone staff, touch its tip to her own brow. This touch was a sacrifice, a form of self-channeling.
Boom!
A massive circular array appeared above her head—the Heavenly Seven Star Seal. That profound and extreme power channeled her own spirit power skills out and into these "corpses," then activated the Undead Mark.
Summon!
Crack, crack, crack. Countless spirit bodies rose from the corpse-strewn battlefield. Each one grew a white bone blade or a white bone staff. Each one could use skills like Witch Drain and Blood Wrath, because their skills had been channeled from Wang Jiu.
Finally, Wang Jiu glanced at the Innocent Token and hung it on her waist.
Innocent, a spirit sacrifice item, allowed all attacks from her slave spirit bodies to be bloodthirsty.
This process seemed complicated at first glance, but it was actually very fast. Even though it was the first time she had done something so insane, she moved as smoothly as if she had done it thousands of times. The entire sequence was completed in one fluid motion.
At the very end, just as the Frost Bone Dragon King flew over and a torrent of dragon's breath fell toward Wang Jiu, the nearly ten thousand terrifying spirit bodies also made their move.
But they didn't target the Undead. Instead, they madly swarmed and killed the army of believers and the little demon king's army. This wave of attacks was far more terrifying than the Frost Bone Dragon King's. At a glance, it was like ten thousand mid-tier versions of Lao Wang swarming them. Just imagine the effect.
Dao Dao: "Uh, ten thousand Kayakos or Sadakos?"
Bai Bai: "Ten thousand Kayakos or Sadakos using Witch Drain and then Blood Wrath?"
A grand scene, a grand effect, a grand slaughter.
It was a desolate ice plain, with cinnabar bones buried in the earth. The frozen dragon's roar echoed to the nine heavens. In the end, thousands of blood streams brushed past her. Then, under the dragon's tail, she lowered her head, her eyes downcast, letting her green silk hair sway in the wind. She raised a hand.
A roar, a dense roar of blood, forming the bright red veins of an umbrella's frame, all converging.
The core of the veins was in her hand.
It was thought that the nearly ten thousand spirit bodies were for slaughtering in all directions. But that wasn't it. What she wanted was nearly ten thousand Witch Drains. What she wanted was the reverse application of the Heavenly Channeling Art after the Witch Drains had drawn in so much blood.
The array reversed. Her Witch Drain was channeled to the nearly ten thousand spirit bodies, and the nearly ten thousand streams of blood they absorbed were reversed, flowing back to the tip of her staff.
With a casual wave, she cast a spell. The entire battlefield heard a sound of wind and thunder, as if the vast sky itself was being torn apart.
To hear the sound was to see the color.
That dark, blood-like streak of wind and thunder, amplified by the reversal of heaven and earth, instantly struck the Frost Bone Dragon King's ferociously sweeping tail.
The scene was deeply etched into everyone's eyes, leaving them stunned and bewildered.
Then they saw the Frost Bone Dragon King, which had dominated the scene upon its appearance, roar again—but this time in pain. That terrifying streak of wind and thunder had directly severed its tail, continued in a straight line to cut through three sections of its spine, pierced through its lower abdomen, penetrated its heart, and went straight to its head.
It burst out from the bone, reaching the other end of the sky, finally transforming into a breathtakingly soft and beautiful crimson color.
It scattered thinly, covering the heavens and the earth, landing on her body, and in people's eyes.
A graceful guest amidst the vast mortal world, bone-burning incense in a gilded abyss.
At the same moment, Luo Sheng and the others who had just flown out of the rift were stunned.
They were all thinking the same thing: when Wang Jiu had them cooperate to break the frozen cube and release the ten terrifying White Bone Bodies, although their goal was aligned, her true purpose wasn't to free Liu Wuren and the others. She wanted to release the Undead.
She needed ten thousand of the strongest Undead bodies.
As a great prophet, Shen Wan could not deny that the most stunning thing in the world was the reality before her eyes.
And the future was not unchangeable.
This was an ultimate systemic tactic of the weak overcoming the strong. How many resources, how many points had been gathered for this?
Without the spirit vein, it certainly wouldn't have been as much as the Seven Star Day Array. But if you counted the spirit vein, then it was far less.
But didn't the spirit vein's existence come from the explosion of the Seven Star Day Array?
The great prophet, barely hanging on, stared in shock at the blood-soaked Wang Jiu ahead.
This was no longer a matter of resources and points, but more importantly, a matter of strategy.
Her use of resources and the design of her own system path had always been extreme.
And ruthless.
She vaguely felt that the design she was once proud of, and the massive six-star resources she had obtained, were like dust compared to the blazing sun when measured against Wang Jiu's extreme tactic.
One was laughable, the other terrifying.
The confusion was soon broken as the heavy corpse of the Frost Bone Dragon King fell from the sky.
Its rise had been the rise of an era, signifying the throne of the Undead.
So what did its fall mean?
The purest meaning was that thunderous crash, and the billowing dust it kicked up.
Everyone finally came back to their senses. Just as they did, they saw thousands of green silk strands, carrying the second wave of spirit body Witch Drains, ruthlessly pierce through Song Yin, who was trying to escape.
Cruel, without hesitation.
This so-called engaged couple, ever since their acting honeymoon period ended, had never spared any effort in hurting each other.
It entangled him, dragging him like a pig or a dog to Wang Jiu's feet. She looked down at him. Her pale face, her weak demeanor, the frail aura around her—all became more apparent as her messy hair fell forward when she slightly lowered her head.
This time, was she heavily injured and weak again?
But the terrifying tip of the Gilded Abyss staff still slowly pressed against Song Yin's brow.
It was sharp, and terrifying.
It was the scepter of the victor.
She said nothing, her eyes just very still.
Song Yin's brow twitched. He asked a question: "All of this… it wasn't in your original plan, was it? That's why you're angry."
This terrifying tactic was actually improvised.
Her original plan must have been different.
But she won.
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