LWGP - Chapter 253
Chapter 253: Carrying the Lantern
What was the reminder for?
Only the person being reminded would know.
The old lady knew she had absolutely no ability to forcibly open the Red Copper Ghost Gate. Even though the barrier was now far weaker than before, that gate was still terrifying. She could only resort to the worst-case scenario she had originally anticipated.
That child… could she feel it?
The old lady had originally thought that every second would feel like a year, that her mental power wouldn't even last that long. She was just about to drain her resources to buy a batch of recovery potions, but then!
Just three seconds.
The mental threads she had merged with the Red Copper Ghost Gate sensed another kind of thread… even if it was just a microscopic fraction, a sensation across a drastic change in temperature.
Was it her? Was it that girl? She was here!
The old lady suppressed her excitement and immediately conveyed two key pieces of information.
1. Come out.
2. Go to Gobi.
She hadn't let success go to her head. Saving Wang Jiu wasn't the only goal, nor was it an objective to be achieved by exhausting everything and sacrificing others.
Sustainability was the best future.
So she told Wang Jiu that if she returned… she should descend directly upon Gobi!
She didn't know if Wang Jiu had received the message.
Soon, the old lady had her answer, because the Red Copper Ghost Gate opened.
The old lady's heart relaxed. Her head throbbed from the depletion of her mental power, so she sat down to rest. As for everything else…
She would leave it to the young people.
On the battlefield, thanks to Wang Shu's loud voice, when that Eternal Night Overlord turned his head, many people couldn't help but get distracted and pay attention. Meanwhile, the more sensitive young men and women had already noticed the change.
The Eternal Night Race was already here. If something else strange was happening, did that mean the old lady had succeeded?!
Qing He, Xie Lu, and the others exchanged glances (only Wang Shu and those who couldn't keep up mentally were unaware), all feeling a restless surprise.
Is it her?
Is it?
Roy wasn't part of it, but she was watching Qing He and the others. Her heart skipped a beat. Just as she suppressed the urge to ask them in a private message, the expression on her snow-white, exquisite, and coldly beautiful face faltered slightly. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong with the ground beneath her feet.
There was no tremor, but particles were rolling.
Dust particles were unconsciously rolling forward, as if being pulled by some force. The temperature in the air was also dropping crazily, plunging to below minus twenty degrees in just two or three seconds.
If not for the fact that basically everyone participating in the battle was extremely strong in all attributes, ordinary players would definitely be shivering from the cold.
But the elemental energy in the air was fundamentally affected. Because the temperature was too low, its activity decreased, and the elements became sluggish.
But it was also possible…
"Fear." Shen Wan made a prediction based on the elements. She saw a stretch of gray darkness, yet she also sensed something through the elements' emotions.
But her heart… was fluttering a little.
Could it be, could it be…
The Eternal Night Overlord tapped the air with his left hand. Hum. A silent frequency of mechanical code entered the air, instantly covering the tens of thousands of mechanical soldiers. With his right hand, he drew the saber from his waist, aiming diagonally forward.
The saber was drawn, the program activated, the terminal energy erupted, and space was torn asunder. The effect actually far surpassed the world-breaking power of Xing Yao's scepter, because it also came with a physical attack.
A streak of blade light tore through a segment of the river of space. A vast expanse of silver, the falling light like snow. After traversing ten li… the Red Copper Ghost Gate boomed open.
A monstrous force surged out, like water bursting through a colossal, broken dam—surging, clamoring, roaring, crashing into everything!
It was the characteristic of an environment.
The Third Spacetime had normal air; this was a dead sea.
When two realms clashed, the denser one would naturally dominate.
Everyone was affected by this shockwave.
To be honest, it was very uncomfortable, because it wasn't an aura that the living could withstand. Even though Wang Shu and the others felt a thrill like "My dad who became a CEO is coming home!" the moment they saw the Red Copper Ghost Gate, as soon as this aura arrived, the living felt terrible, as if their bodies had been hollowed out.
Icy cold, scorching heat, nausea, suffocation, weakness…
Soul-numbing paralysis.
Then, in this state of paralysis, they saw the streak of blade light get silently swallowed by the gap in the ghost gate that had been blasted open.
It was the mouth of a Taotie, devouring everything without a sound.
She would be next, right? She was coming back, right?
Wang Shu, Gun Gun, and Bai Bai were so excited they were about to stomp their feet on the spot.
But then… they saw graceful shadows.
Floating and enchanting.
Of course they were floating, and there were a fucking lot of them!
"Fuck!! It's them again!"
Ghostly energy crisscrossed the air as tens of thousands of ghosts howled out.
So familiar, a scene vivid in their memory.
They were here again. That's right, it was them.
Lin Guiwan and the others felt their scalps tingle, their faces pale. For a moment, they didn't know whether to be optimistic or…
But in the next second, they discovered that these howling ghosts were frantically charging toward the Eternal Night mechanical soldiers.
Something seemed to be on the verge of appearing.
"Ma… Ma… Master!! ter!!" Wang Shu couldn't help but call out from a distance, his voice cracking like a pubescent boy's.
Overly excited, his voice cracked and he stuttered.
Then the echo stretched out, leaving an empty resonance.
Long and faint.
While the Eternal Night Race was being frantically attacked by the Ghost Race, the battlefield was already in an uproar. The number of ghosts was terrifyingly overwhelming.
This was a face-to-face slaughter between Eternal Night and the Ghost Race.
It was extreme motion, but there was also a faint, graceful movement, like a slow-motion ink wash painting.
Amidst the gray ghostly energy, the massive Red Copper Ghost Gate, which had opened on the ground like a fissure in the earth, flowed like the waters of a dead sea. Its ripples were strange, alluring, and enchanting. A hazy shadow gradually emerged, like a corpse condensed from ink, detaching itself from the dead sea, step by step, breaking the surface of the water.
For some reason, the other ghosts had flown out as easily as drinking water, but this one was different. It was slow, arduous, as if breaking free from some kind of restraint. But in the end…
It broke free. The ink lost its texture, becoming wispy and indistinct, like a gas turning transparent upon ascension. It was a shadow.
Slippers, long black pants, a thin turtleneck sweater, and in her left hand, a lantern with an ancient charm.
The reason she carried a lantern was because… when she opened her eyes and looked out.
The entire one-hundred-thousand-kilometer area, with the battlefield and Gobi at its core, instantly entered the extremely evil and ominous state of a Red Yin Lunar Eclipse.
The Red Copper Ghost Gate, the Red Yin Lunar Eclipse, the souls of the dead.
Have returned.
Thus, she carried a lantern to illuminate the wilderness. An inch of light flowed through the mortal world; the road was both short and long.
Gods and Buddhas could not stand in her way.
Everyone was nearly stripped of their emotions by this scene, until they heard the cracking, empty cry.
Beneath the mecha's visor, a pair of eyes narrowed slightly. The Eternal Night Overlord was unaffected, directly raising his saber and shooting downward.
No frills, just a slash!!
The attacker was direct, and the one being attacked was direct as well.
The lantern remained in her right hand. Her left hand reached out, and thousands of threads shot out, thirsting for flesh and blood. They returned, filling her with flesh and blood.
The soul body was constructed.
Her body of flesh and blood had returned. She glanced at the Eternal Night Overlord and drew the blade from the small of her back.
All of this could be seen in slow motion, or in fast forward.
In any case, the result was… her with tens of thousands of ghosts, and him with tens of thousands of Eternal Night soldiers.
The two sides were like a tidal wave and a cliff. When they collided, there was bound to be a splash.
Neither had flesh and blood, so there was no attrition. It was… a shattering of mental power and energy.
Wang Shu and the others also joined the battle.
For a short time, the world went dark. No one knew who they were fighting; they only knew their ears were aching and numb. Meanwhile, Xing Yao and that Sword Cultivator used some unknown method to carry out a large-scale slaughter…
Most of the people from the Third Spacetime couldn't seize the opportunity to reap kills, because they could barely protect themselves.
Their heads throbbed with pain. By the time the numbing, stinging sensation passed, the battlefield had been razed to the ground.
The tens of thousands of Eternal Night soldiers had vanished.
The air still held that icy aura that made one feel death approaching inch by inch. All the attacks from outside the atmosphere were locked onto one person, while only three people floated in the sky.
To the south was the swordsman, a hundred sword phantoms shuttling around him. To the north was Xing Yao, standing calmly with no visible means of defense.
But in a higher position, the Eternal Night Overlord floated at the very top. The armor on his head was already shattered, revealing a head of silvery, silky long hair that flowed like light, dancing in the wind. It wasn't long, just a little past his shoulders.
His appearance was hard to describe. It was perhaps extremely similar to the desired structure of an animation character but lacked three-dimensionality, while a real three-dimensional form would lack the dreamlike quality of a manga character.
He embodied the extreme characteristics of both.
Those eyes were the color of the cosmic firmament.
He looked at Wang Jiu, just as he had when they first met during her weakest novice period, amidst a land of disgusting dead rats.
He was high above, delivering a dimension-lowering strike.
She stood on high, gazing calmly.
Now, she had knocked off his head armor, and he… had destroyed the flesh she had just reformed.
She unhurriedly extended her fingers, and it was unknown how many people had their flesh and blood siphoned away.
It was drawn randomly, not targeted.
Wang Shu: "…"
I was fucking included both times… Fuck!
As soon as the flesh and blood reached her, her ruined body instantly recovered.
Utterly terrifying.
The Eternal Night Overlord also seemed to be encountering a being like her for the first time. While everyone was extremely tense, he finally gave her one last deep look, turned, and shot upward as a streak of light. The starship above also ascended.
"He's… he's not fighting anymore?" Mei Qinghe had thought Lao Wang was really having an affair with this guy. Anyone with eyes could see that the opponent was completely unharmed, because his armor had perfectly re-formed over his head, indicating that the mecha as a whole was not malfunctioning.
Qiao Xuejing said thoughtfully, "It's probably because they've reached the limit of their descent. The longer they stay, the faster their combat power diminishes. Since his last strike failed to defeat Wang Jiu, he knew that if he kept fighting, he would definitely be the one to lose, so he left."
To be able to display such terrifying strength in a nascent spacetime like the Third Spacetime, which had such a strong weakening effect.
Compare that to the strength of their first descent.
What was the difference?
Probably the difference between tens of thousands in all attributes and three million in all attributes.
And in the future?
The longer it goes on, the stronger they'll become, and the longer they'll be able to slaughter.
The true apocalypse has not yet arrived.
But the greatest immediate crisis had been resolved.
Wang Shu had wanted to rush over and hug her thigh, but he suddenly sensed that the atmosphere wasn't quite right.
Subtle.
Very subtle.
Because the one who had returned was Wang Jiu, not someone else.
"I believe… you are the king of Huaxia's Gobi…" Sa Ge began to speak, polite and courteous, his voice soft and gentle, even more tactful and moving than when he was with the unforgettable North American goddess.
But he couldn't finish his words.
Threads pierced through, stretching out.
A giant, bloody spiderweb.
A slaughter.
Wang Shu and the others watched as leaders from various factions, including the Shenwu king, were instantly slaughtered, their mouths twitching.
Confirmed the visual style. It was Lao Wang, no doubt about it.
To stabilize the overall situation in the Third Spacetime and create a united front, there was no simpler path than to eliminate these ambitious leaders with their strong desire to rule who refused to face reality.
Pragmatic, ruthless, and a woman of few words.
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