jdhmnovel Chapter 598: Chaos Like Trampled Abacus Beads
Chapter 598: Chaos Like Trampled Abacus Beads
They did not attack the two people directly, but the moment they came into contact with the golden runes on the edge of the teleportation array, their bodies strangely melted and connected!
In just a blink of an eye, two chains made up of countless gray butterflies connected end to end, emitting a strong smell of decay and space interference, tightly wrapped around the ankles of Yu Wenshu and Qin Yi, making them unable to move at all!
The chains on my ankles felt piercingly cold, and this strange energy carried a strong sense of pollution and erosion, instantly interrupting the stable output of transmitted energy.
The light of the newly formed teleportation array flickered violently, and the runes began to twist. With a sharp "sizzle" sound, it was about to fail!
“It’s too late…”
“It’s too late…”
“It’s too late…”
The priest's distorted voice, uttered in Xuanyuan Shaoze's voice, seemed to emanate simultaneously from the mouthparts of every gray butterfly, and seemed to seep out from every grain of sand and every shadow in all directions. Layer upon layer, filled with malicious mockery and a suffocating sense of declaration—
"Urobuchi's tongue has awakened! And your god..." The voice paused, as if enjoying the prey's fear before despair. Then, with immense malice, it uttered the final judgment word by word:
"He has already become a prisoner!"
The cold voice fell word by word, piercing the ears of Yu Wenshu and Qin Yi.
The light of the teleportation array was completely extinguished by the entanglement of the gray butterfly chains and the impact of the sound. The desert night wind seemed to carry the sickening low-frequency vibrations from the depths of the abyss.
"Did the Contamination of the Graveyard imitate the divine power of the righteous God?" Qin Yi transformed into his wolf form, his cyan pupils erected, revealing a resolute look. "Interesting... Then let me see if the breath of war will drive you even crazier!"
"Return to the Ninth Heaven," Qin Yi used the war energy he had accumulated in the reincarnation cycle to throw Yu Wenshu into the vortex of time and space, "Tell His Highness that since I found Qi Mo last time, I will find him this time too..."
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Another node in time and space.
Shen Jia'an transformed into a fiery phantom, a Vermillion Bird, darting at high speed through the grotesque interstices of the plane. His scorching tail trailed a long trail through the icy void. You Fuyao followed closely behind, his nimble dragon form gliding through the chaotic energy stream, seemingly slicing through the eternal night.
Just as they passed through a special plane where steam and magical aura intertwined, You Fuyao suddenly let out a low dragon roar, and swung its huge dragon tail violently, accurately hooking the end of Shen Jiaan's Vermillion Bird tail feather!
"Wait!" You Fuyao's voice echoed directly in Shen Jia'an's mind, with a hint of solemnity, "The fluctuations of faith below... are as chaotic as stepped on abacus beads."
Shen Jia'an restrained the surging fire around him and exchanged a vigilant look with You Fuyao.
Without further ado, the two of them tacitly restrained their tremendous divine power, their figures twisted and fluctuated in the void, and instantly transformed into human form, hiding in the thick clouds that were surging with strange magical steam.
Parting the clouds and looking down, a huge city came into view.
This is a typical strange city that blends steampunk and magical civilization.
Towering chimneys spewed billowing white smoke, and huge gears exposed on the building's exterior slowly turned, emitting a dull roar. However, this "Gear City" that should have been full of vitality was now shrouded in a suffocating state of decay and terror.
Countless thick, slimy, dark purple mechanical tentacles that looked like living things coiled around the steel-framed buildings like giant pythons, digging deep into the metal shells.
The surface of the tentacles secreted disgusting, glowing mucus of the Cthulhu type, which was flowing along the cracks in the buildings, corroding the steel and magic runes.
The center of the city, once a bustling square, was now reduced to a vast ruin. Rubble piled high, and huge broken gears and twisted steam pipes lay scattered across the ground.
In the center of the ruins, the ancient sacred tree that originally symbolized the spiritual totem of the city had its huge and tough roots completely eroded and corrupted, showing a disgusting gray color, looking like... a giant python that had been dead for a long time.
In this ruin that symbolizes despair, a figure caught their attention—a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
One of her arms had been transformed into a crude but powerful mechanical prosthesis, with wisps of steam still rising from the joints. She was kneeling on a pile of broken bricks and twisted metal beams, holding something tightly in her arms.
It was a battered, mechanical object, vaguely humanoid in shape, made of gears, brass pipes, and some dark alloy.
Many parts had fallen off, and unstable sparks were faintly flickering among the exposed wires. There was even a large dent in the breastplate.
But the most striking thing was that the face of this mechanical body was actually carved to look like Xuanyuan Shaoze! Although the lines were stiff and the metal was severely worn, the outline between the eyebrows was still vaguely discernible.
The girl lowered her head, her mechanical arms tightly hugging the cold metal puppet, her body trembling slightly because of the cold... or fear.
Her lips moved silently, and an extremely weak but astonishingly pious power of faith emanated from her, like an invisible thread connecting to the puppet in her arms.
Shen Jia'an frowned, quietly withdrawing the wisp of Suzaku Lihuo (Vermillion Bird Fire) dancing at his fingertips into his palm. Just as the flames receded, his keen senses caught the girl's silent prayer, like the subtlest electric current, passing through his consciousness:
"Great...Xuanyuan God...please...please grant me the power...the power to destroy those tentacles...I beg you..."
This weak plea was filled with a desperate gamble.
"What she's holding in her arms," You Fuyao's voice echoed beside Shen Jia'an, "is a puppet of a false god. A corrupted creature created in Xuanyuan's image, absorbing faith."
The shadow of a dragon's body appeared and disappeared behind him, and the powerful dragon's might naturally spread out, forming an invisible protective barrier, isolating the two from the strange and filthy faith fluctuations below.
"Look at the interface of the puppet. Her faith is being transformed and is feeding the tentacles of the system that are entangled with the city!" You Fuyao narrowed his eyes and spoke seriously.
"But she was calling out for Xuanyuan." Shen Jia'an's voice was low, his gaze fixed on the girl and the puppet in her arms. An indescribable complex emotion surged within him.
He violently shook off You Fuyao's hand that subconsciously tried to stop him, and the Suzaku Fire that had just been retracted at his fingertips suddenly lit up again!
This time, the fire did not turn into a sky-burning flame, but condensed into an extremely condensed red-gold firebird phantom that was only the size of a sparrow!
The next second, the firebird let out a clear but penetrating cry, and suddenly dived towards the ground at an extremely fast speed!
The firebird was incredibly fast, and it passed over the thickest dark purple tentacle wrapped around the edge of the ruins in almost the blink of an eye!
"Fuck-"