LWGP - Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Tool

Before he could land on them, Wang Jiu and the Eternal Night Overlord—who had just been locked in a life-or-death struggle—tacitly shifted aside. The Eternal Night Overlord decisively grabbed Wang Jiu's arm and rolled away.

Bang!

Long Aotian face-planted right where they had been, eating a mouthful of dirt.

The height was too great, and the potential energy converted into a terrifying impact force. Moreover, the ground at this sixty-thousand-meter depth was mostly covered in incredibly hard, sharp spikes. The crash was like an ordinary person being pierced by ten thousand arrows…

Long Aotian's body twitched, and he was in so much pain that tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

Wang Jiu, who had endured being flayed and tortured since childhood without uttering a sound, witnessed this. This time, she couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust.

Most people are drawn to the strong, but they also possess empathy—that's what makes them ordinary. Wang Jiu, however, had no empathy, nor was she drawn to the strong, because she herself was powerful enough and feared no existence. But she did have a capacity for appreciation.

Whether it was Lin Guiwan, Qiao Xuejing, Liao Luo, or Xie Lu—those she had kept by her side from the start—they all shared one fundamental trait: mental fortitude.

When in pain, they wouldn't make a fuss or cry. But Long Aotian did. He still had the impressive title of Primordial War God, yet he got scared at the drop of a hat and was always running away. His strongest move was releasing an "aphrodisiac-like poison gas." Now, with just a few holes poked in his body, he was squealing like a pig being slaughtered.

Wang Jiu's expression was probably so obvious that even Long Aotian noticed. However, driven by the instinct of an enslaved being, he couldn't retaliate even if he was unhappy. Besides, his attention was drawn to something else.

"Uh, what are you two doing?!!"

Only then did Wang Jiu realize the Eternal Night Overlord was on top of her. He was very weak now, however, completely unable to exert any strength, and his gaze was somewhat dazed.

The position was just a bit awkward, nothing more.

Right, something else.

Wang Jiu glanced down at the Eternal Night Overlord's lower body but saw no signs of anything amiss.

It was very calm.

Hmm…

Wang Jiu's expression was slightly peculiar, and the Eternal Night Overlord noticed. He had assumed she wanted to kill him, but that didn't seem to be it. This gaze was full of disdain.

Even more disdainful than her look for Long Aotian.

Wang Jiu's own physical condition was about the same as his, so she naturally lacked the strength to break through his defenses and couldn't do much. However…

"You, come here!" At her command, Long Aotian had to scramble up obediently. He took the Gilded Abyss she offered, which had already transformed into an axe. Then, Wang Jiu pointed to the Eternal Night Overlord's neck—which was more than halfway severed, held on only by some metallic tendons and vessels—and pressed his head down.

"Chop."

Such a goddamn calm command. Long Aotian trembled in fear and quickly brought the axe down.

The Eternal Night Overlord's eyes were open, fixed on Wang Jiu. His gaze held none of the resentment typical of a villain facing death. Instead, it was incredibly steady, possessing a profound, aristocratic air.

Wang Jiu lowered her eyes to meet his, her thin lips curling slightly. "Your Eternal Night Race is quite impressive," she said lightly, "but I'm curious about something."

The Eternal Night Overlord remained silent.

Wang Jiu continued in a calm, leisurely tone, "Don't you people have sex lives? I've observed you many times and noticed you really don't have the… tool."

The damage wasn't high, but the insult was off the charts.

The Eternal Night Overlord froze for a moment. His expression wasn't fierce, just conflicted. He probably didn't understand her meaning at first, but as a member of a top-tier cosmic race with extremely high intelligence, it only took him a few seconds to grasp it.

The expression on his face was priceless, and the look he gave Wang Jiu became far more terrifying.

As a member of the Primordial Spirit Race who had fought in the war of destruction, Long Aotian knew how his people had been brutally crushed to near extinction by the Eternal Night Race. He harbored an immense, innate fear of them. So, when he heard Wang Jiu's words, his hand trembled so badly he nearly brought the axe down on her wrist.

Wang Jiu shot him a cold glance, and Long Aotian, terrified once more, tightened his grip on the axe, about to resume his task.

But Wang Jiu, now the target of the Eternal Night Overlord's terrifying glare, never allowed herself to be at a disadvantage. She continued in a leisurely tone, "I really envy you. You're fine even after being hit with such a potent aphrodisiac. Unlike a lower species like me, I almost lost control just now. Aotian, are you having a hard time too?"

The Eternal Night Overlord narrowed his eyes and stared at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian was truly terrified of the Eternal Night Race, and his hand slipped again. Wang Jiu gave him a look as cold as the rustling autumn wind, as biting as the dead of winter.

Long Aotian: "!"

Wuwuwu, this is terrifying! My ally and my enemy are both demon kings!

Just then, the Eternal Night Overlord seized the opportunity. He flipped over, and a sharp blade materialized in his palm, thrusting toward the space between Wang Jiu's eyebrows.

Swish! As if she had predicted it, Wang Jiu tilted her head to dodge, catching the slipping axe. Having recovered some strength thanks to the Book of Immortality, she raised the weapon and brought it down directly on the Eternal Night Overlord's neck.

Crack!

The head hit the ground, spraying blood all over Long Aotian's face.

Long Aotian clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, striking the classic pose of a collapsing concubine from a bygone era. He was clearly terrified.

Even the System couldn't resist commenting: 【This ancient Primordial War God persona is so damn over-the-top. It's even worse than Lao Wang's 'perfect wife' act back in the day.】

【After all, no matter how much Lao Wang's inner self didn't fit the part, her performance was at least perfect. But this Long Aotian… words fail me.】

Wang Jiu ignored Long Aotian. She picked up the Eternal Night Overlord's head, intending to pry it open and retrieve the chip inside. But even after transforming the Gilded Abyss into an awl and digging for a good while, she couldn't penetrate its carapace.

Long Aotian watched as Lao Wang's expression grew increasingly frustrated, like someone who'd received a package but couldn't for the life of them get the box open. So infuriating!

He chickened out, silently shuffling over to squat by the side.

Smack. Wang Jiu tossed the head at him. "Watch this." Then she went back to examining the Eternal Night Overlord's body.

After some examination, her frustration turned into sullenness.

Because she still couldn't pry it open.

Squatting and watching from the side, Long Aotian gradually started to feel angry on her behalf.

The shell of this Eternal Night Race was just too damn tough.

"Master, the bodies of the top-tier nobles of the Eternal Night Race are specially made. I don't know how they reproduce, but in terms of physical durability, even a Spirit Emperor would have had a hard time destroying them directly back in the day."

Wang Jiu mused, "So in that war, you were just passively beaten to the brink of extinction without being able to take down a single top-tier noble?"

That's absolutely impossible. Master, you're being too harsh.

Wait, aren't you Yin Lao? How could you not know what happened back then?

"That's not entirely true. We did manage to take some of them down. The Eternal Night Race suffered considerable losses in that war, too. But they're strange. Those who died in battle could be recreated as long as their chip programs were backed up. And even without backups, a continuous stream of powerful mechanical warriors was born. The research and speculation of the Primordial Elder Council was that the Eternal Night Empress has the ability to create any individual of the mechanical race at will."

Wang Jiu thought for a moment, her mind working quickly. "Like an ant queen? Birthing an entire nest at once?"

System: "…"

Long Aotian's face turned green. He trembled in fear (once again). "Please, Master, don't say things like that! She's terrifying!"

Wang Jiu paused, thoughtful. "She joined the battle too?"

"I don't know if you could call it that. Even if she did participate, we never saw her physical form. All we knew was that the sky filled with a brilliant light, nothing but halos, and then all our elders and Spirit Emperors who were still high in the air fell in an instant."

Wang Jiu frowned.

"Soul annihilation?"

Long Aotian shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that their souls were completely extinguished in that moment. They vanished without a trace, like thin air. We were all terrified. Who would dare keep fighting? We burrowed underground and fled. Later… well, you probably know what happened. The war moved underground, with the battlefield largely concentrated at a depth of thirty thousand meters. We don't know what happened after that."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Wang Jiu was genuinely curious. Long Aotian thought for a moment. "At the time, almost all of us were severely injured and on the verge of death, fleeing downward. We hadn't gotten far when we sensed two auras appear in the earth above. Master, you might not know this, but when the supremely powerful appear, even beings like us who are revered as gods are reduced to ants. Our auras are suppressed into dust, and the entire world is filled with only their presence. I'm talking about… the Founder of our Primordial Race and that Eternal Night Empress. The two of them met. The level of their attacks must have been too high, because the moment they made a move, we all lost consciousness. By the time we could sense anything again, the thirty-thousand-meter depth had become our death line."

Wang Jiu asked, "So if you go above thirty thousand meters, your souls are annihilated?"

Long Aotian nodded. "Yes. So if we want to escape from underground, we need an absolutely suitable and powerful body. But even that is incredibly difficult. It's as if we've been branded by the era with the mark of the dead, doomed to be slain."

So, Wang Jiu thought, this Long Aotian must have deliberately created the ruins to lure people in. He needed to select a suitable body for his resurrection, but in the end…

Long Aotian shot a careful glance at Wang Jiu, his heart filled with endless regret. If I had fucking known I'd attract such a ferocious demon king, who terrified me from the moment she appeared only for me to end up as her slave anyway, I would have rather stayed hidden in those ruins for several more millennia.

He was just too pitiful.

Wang Jiu finally understood a few things about the Eternal Night Race. She knew there was a formidable and terrifying Eternal Night Empress far out in the cosmos, but she also knew it wouldn't be easy for such an existence to descend upon Earth.

The key was likely one thing—time.

"Right, I have one more question."

Long Aotian was very polite. "Please, Master, go ahead."

Wang Jiu was equally polite. "When I was inside your body, I saw your internal organs. I'm a bit curious—is your true form a pig or a dragon?"

Long Aotian: "…"

System: "…"

Are you even human? As always, she doesn't treat her slaves like people, just humiliates them to death.

Long Aotian desperately told himself that this was his master and he was the slave. Attacking her would bring heavenly retribution. Stay calm, I must stay calm!

"Master, I have the essence of two beast forms. I am both, and I possess the characteristics of both creatures."

Wang Jiu was surprised. She thought for a moment, then said with a hint of admiration, "Ah, I see. Factoring in your pink poison gas, your true form must be a pitcher plant."

Pig… Dragon… Plant!

So fucking perfect in both form and spirit, and so thoroughly profound.

So cultured!

Long Aotian's face was a mask of frustration. The System felt a strange sense of pity for him.

But after a moment, both Long Aotian and the System started to pity the Eternal Night Overlord again. Wang Jiu, having temporarily recovered her strength, hadn't given up her research. She was now having the Gilded Abyss transform into an electric drill.

She was using the drill to cut and grind a certain… indescribable area.

Clearly, the universally charming playgirl was quite bothered by the fact that a member of a certain race had no "reaction" to her.

It couldn't be helped. Her moral character leaned heavily toward the negative.

She could be a heartless, irresponsible flirt, but you were not allowed to be unresponsive to her or ignore her charms—especially not when you were poisoned.

It was unacceptable. She would not allow such a reality to exist.

She was just that wicked, that selfish, that unreasonable.

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