vncnus Chapter 294 Scouts, Fierce Attack
Chapter 294 Scouts, Fierce Attack
Chapter 294 Scouts, Fierce Attack
"Are you really going to go in and find out?"
Amidst the hissing of the green snake, the weathered man nodded without the slightest hesitation.
"Aren't you afraid it's a trap inside?" it murmured.
"It was precisely because I was worried that there was a trap inside that I had to go. Someone always has to make sacrifices to pave the way for others."
This was something the cultivators had planned long ago: to use relatively low-level cultivators to probe and gather intelligence for higher-level cultivators, thereby reducing the loss of high-level combat power.
After all, in their minds, the value of a high-level combatant is far greater than that of a lower-level one.
The weathered man made a hand seal with his left hand and formed a sword shape with his right fingers, then slashed heavily in front of him.
Before him, the space was like a sheet of paper soaked in water, which could be torn in two with a single stroke.
A crack stretched across his path, revealing a gloomy and desolate scene, but the man showed no fear. Carrying his heavy iron spear, he resolutely stepped towards the crack.
"Qing Teng, if I don't return, I entrust my disciples to your care."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's figure disappeared into the crack.
"Tch, humans are such a nuisance." The green snake lowered its head, its voice low. "They just dump all their trouble on me. They're not my disciples, so why should I take care of them?"
After a moment of silence, the green snake raised its head.
"Fine, for the sake of our many years of friendship... However, I can only protect them for a while. If it really comes to a critical moment, don't blame me for abandoning them and escaping alone, Yunyi."
Yunyi trusted his old friend, who was always soft-hearted, otherwise he wouldn't have entrusted his junior to him.
But because of her friendship with it, Yunyi was unwilling to involve it and chose to face the unknown on her own.
At that moment, he was glad that it was he who stepped onto the Beach, and not his old friend.
"You have finally arrived, chosen one from another realm."
Standing guard on the other side of the passage was a tall, burly, bald man with a ruddy complexion. His voice was like the roar of a forge, and every word he uttered raised the temperature of the surrounding area.
The air quickly became distorted due to the high temperature, and even Yunyi, who had cultivated the Flowing Cloud Jueyin Body, could not withstand this terrifying heat.
"Judging from your attire, you must be a cultivator similar to those people from the Ancient Immortal Sect, right?" Hong Lu spoke again.
As the leader of the Brotherhood of the Crucible, his strength is enough to rank him among the top ten in Xuanxing, and he can guard a passage all by himself.
"But compared to those old men from the Ancient Immortal Sect, your strength is still far from sufficient."
Hong Lu was quite disappointed. He thought he could play a top-level match, but he didn't expect to play a baby cup match instead.
The undisguised contempt did not affect Yun Yi's mindset, because what the tall, imposing man said was true.
He became extremely vigilant, holding his heavy iron spear horizontally in front of him, and said coldly, "Senior's cultivation is profound, and I am ashamed to admit my inferiority. However, senior is far too confident. From the perspective of the chosen one, it is still uncertain who will emerge victorious."
The strength of a chosen one is not entirely linked to their cultivation level; items are an indispensable part of it, and often a chosen one will fail because of items.
"You're right, even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit." Hong Lu grinned, his bald head reflecting a blinding white light. "Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"7
Before Yun Yi could hear the last sentence clearly, a red figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.
boom!
An immense force spread through his chest, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long dent in the sand.
Barely managing to plant the heavy iron spear into the ground and steady himself, Yun Yi coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Without thinking, he swung the spear violently, attempting to force back the burly man who was attacking again.
To his surprise, the burly man not only did not retreat to avoid the attack, but instead quickly moved forward.
"Why didn't you avoid it?" Yunyi's pupils dilated.
"There's no need." Hong Lu grinned maliciously, gripping the spearhead tightly with one hand. High temperatures erupted from his palm, instantly melting the spearhead into molten iron.
With his other hand clenched into a fist, he slammed it into Yunyi's chest at an even faster speed.
Another loud bang, and Yunyi's chest was pierced by a steaming fist.
But he wasn't surprised; instead, he smiled with satisfaction at his successful scheme.
"You've been fooled," he stated, his voice trembling.
Following his gaze, Honglu looked at his arm and saw that a yellow talisman had been pasted on it at some point.
Coincidentally, Yunyi also had a matching yellow talisman affixed to his body.
"What's this for?"
Honglu opened his mouth, and a mouthful of hot blood gushed out, smearing Yunyi's face and burning his face with blisters.
But he didn't care. He quickly distanced himself from Honglu. The hole in his chest had healed, or rather, it had been transferred to Honglu's body.
The two yellow talismans, one main and one secondary, can transfer the injuries of the person with the main talisman to the person with the secondary talisman.
Before the yellow talisman could be removed, Yun Yi did not hesitate for a moment, took out a sword, and slashed at his own neck.
Seeing that the enemy was about to succeed, the magnanimous Honglu did not care about such things. He ignored the yellow talisman on his arm and instead guided the heat to his hands, kneading it into a ball like he was doing a Kamehameha.
At the same time, a device implanted in his body came into play.
"The purpose of creating an engine is to convert damage into heat," he smiled, "and I happen to be good at manipulating heat."
A line of blood appeared on his neck. At the same time, Hong Lu grasped the high-energy sphere in his hand and crushed it.
The gathered energy erupted instantly, engulfing the two of them.
Yunyi initially thought he could transfer the damage to the enemy by relying on the yellow talisman, but he overestimated his item and underestimated the enhanced attack of the furnace.
In the raging tide of heat, the yellow talisman lasted for less than a breath before it was completely reduced to ashes.
A massive energy tide swept over, and before Yunyi could put up any resistance, she met the same fate as Huang Fu.
When the light faded, only a robust figure remained on the field.
"As expected, it's a baby-slaying attack. It only forced out one of my items, and I couldn't even move my hands and feet properly."
Hong Lu shook his head, seemingly angry at his lack of ambition.
His wounds had healed completely, leaving no trace.
As someone who has mastered the furnace pathway, he can forge himself into iron at any time, and physical injuries have little effect on him.
"But he still had a trick up his sleeve, at least he fooled you." Modi appeared out of nowhere, raising his hand, seemingly clutching something in it.
"Sir," Hong Lu first bowed slightly to him in greeting, "what do you mean? He should have been reduced to ashes."
"Then let me ask you, why do you think he came here?" Mordy countered.
"Is it for...intelligence?" Hong Lu's expression changed slightly.
"Yes, he was just one of the spies. Fortunately, his intelligence was not passed on."
Modi loosened his clenched fist, and fragments leaked out from between his fingers—the very message the weathered man wanted to convey.
"It actually happened, but when did this happen? I didn't detect a single unusual fluctuation."
Hong Lu crossed his arms and looked serious.
He worried that if this method of communication had become widespread in the enemy's world, then the other chosen ones might also be unaware of the enemy's communications, just like him, leading to intelligence leaks.
"Even in his final moments, at such a critical time, he was still thinking about passing on the intelligence. That's a rare quality... It's a pity he wasn't one of us," Modi said regretfully.
He admired the other person, but before that, they were enemies.
One thing at a time, so he won't hold back, nor will he sit idly by and watch the other party achieve their goal.
"This method of communication is unique and difficult to defend against. I only managed to see through it because of my talent."
Modi was not yet clear about the principle behind this method. He only knew that he could use the field of vision of the dead point strike to see the dead point of the information transmission carrier and thus extinguish it.
His abilities were unreplicable, so he could only instruct him: "Next time we meet, make it quick and decisive. Don't give them a chance to pass on information. I'll have the intelligence team work overtime to try and crack their methods as soon as possible."
Now, this is the only way.
Two seconds of silence were observed for the intelligence department, who were about to work overtime, while Hong Lu continued his surveillance work.
Modi brought the bad news of overtime to the intelligence department, and incidentally took on the main role in research and development, since only a few people could see through this method, and he was one of them.
Before leaving, he took a special look at the passage across from where Honglu was stationed and found that it was an empty, abandoned base.
There were traces of non-human creature activity there, but the scent had been completely concealed, suggesting that the creature, which was most likely a snake, had long since disappeared.
I just don't know what its relationship is with that weathered man.
However, since it had already escaped, Modi did not intend to pursue it to the end.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Although it was only a short week, it felt like seven years to most of the chosen ones.
Yes, torture; they couldn't think of any other word to describe it.
Needless to say, those responsible for guarding the altar have seen their workload surge as more and more alien chosen ones discover ways to enter the Beach. They often need to enforce the law across regions and repel enemies that approach the altar.
As for the intelligence department, which had the most overtime work, it has been renamed the counterintelligence department by Modi, and is responsible for cracking communication methods with exotic features.
There is more than one foreign land, and their communication methods are all different, which are very obscure and difficult to understand for people who have not systematically studied the corresponding systems.
Even if every member of the counterintelligence department is a genius, each one comparable to a large quantum computer, they still can't withstand the relentless work and become almost oblivious to the world around them.
Their enemies, the Chosen Ones from another land, who caused them great distress, were in a similar mental state to them.
The seven-day-long, continuous probing and attack left most of them physically and mentally exhausted.
Even though the various foreign lands formed a temporary alliance, temporarily setting aside their animosity towards each other, and even formulated a detailed plan for alternating probing, they still gained very little.
"I think we need to come up with a new plan."
The speaker was a young man in a black robe with gold trim. He had long black hair that was pinned back with a wooden hairpin. His face looked unremarkable, but no one present dared to ignore him.
The moment he spoke, everyone's eyes turned to him, but apart from the two people sitting beside him, no one dared to speak.
"Indeed, dragging this out will only give them time to complete their preparations... But Xiangyang, what brilliant ideas do you have?"
The old man sitting to the left of the young man spoke up and threw the question back to the young man.
"Yes, the person making the suggestion must first come up with a plan themselves," the girl sitting to his right added. It's worth noting that she didn't cast a shadow.
"That's natural," Xiang Yang said without objection, raising his hand to summon a ball of black tar. "These are some samples I obtained from those black creatures on the Dark Beach. After studying them, I discovered something."
He snapped his fingers, and someone immediately got up and quickly returned with an insect.
She was a Zerg Chosen. After the death of the Swarm Queen, the Zerg world lost its right to be on the table. The remaining Zerg Chosen either had to rely on others or become prey.
"Look, everyone." Xiang Yang moved the insect into the air and flicked out the tar in his hand, causing it to adhere to the insect.
At first, nothing changed, until Xiang Yang made a hand seal, and the pool of tar finally started to move, gradually enveloping the entire insect.
The next moment, an explosion occurred without warning.
A sizable mushroom cloud slowly rose, but before the heat and impact could spread, it was pushed back by Xiang Yang's magic power, constantly consuming itself in the confined space.
"Will these things explode when they come into contact with living things?"
The old man saw through the essence of it all at a glance and said with certainty.
This was the first time he had discovered this property of tar. He had never had the chance to experiment with it before, since the tar-bearing creatures he encountered could not withstand a single blow and were usually crushed to death as soon as he met them.
Most of the others were the same; after all, they were all high-ranking chosen ones, and it was impossible for them to be troubled by mere stranded beings.
"I created a spell that only requires a little bit of living matter with spirituality, or rather, soul, and a small amount of tar, to cause a huge explosion."
Xiang Yang continued.
"I've investigated this phenomenon. It's called annihilation. According to theories, once the scale of annihilation reaches a certain level, it can trigger an even larger annihilation."
The girl, who stood motionless and exuded an eerie aura, looked up at him and asked, "You intend to use these things to launch a brute-force attack?"
The young man did not admit it, but said with a hint of deeper meaning, "We don't have much time left. We either need to finish this quickly, or we'll be dragged down by them."
The girl lowered her eyes, pondering the credibility of his words.
Undoubtedly, Xiang Yang is the one among them with the deepest attainment in the art of divination and divination; he would not speak without reason.
Given the current situation, she and the old man quickly made a decision.
"A fierce attack is needed immediately," the old man said.
"Just do it your way," the girl agreed.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang revealed a subtle smile.
"I will prepare the raw materials, whether it is spiritual flesh and blood or black tar. Once the plan is finalized, we can begin."
What few people know is that he is actually a fanatical explosion enthusiast who has created numerous explosions in his own world.
"I wonder how grand this final explosion will be," he murmured, a look of anticipation on his face.