novelODS Chapter 111 The Return of the Sacred Martial Arts
Chapter 111 The Return of the Sacred Martial Arts
Chapter 111 The Return of the Sacred Weapon
"My lord, what should I do?"
For Xinwu, he never had a choice.
The blood of the King of Men, and the memories passed down through that blood, constantly urged him on.
I have to do something to prove my existence.
"Do you remember what you did in the Zerg swarm?"
"Remember."
"Then do as you wish. Let your cloned memories process the information, and remember to protect your integrity."
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"Leave the rest to the throne; it will help you suppress those wandering thoughts."
Xin Wu unsheathed the long sword from his waist.
Place the five weapons, including the sword, horizontally in front of the throne.
He then turned around and bowed solemnly.
As he truly sat on the throne.
All the surrounding noise faded away.
Immediately following, a massive wave of sound and visuals surged forth simultaneously.
The sounds of swords clashing, firewood burning in the kitchen, children crying, and warriors roaring.
The wind blew across the towering city walls, and the iron hooves of warhorses trampled the scorched earth, crushing the bones of the invading enemy. The entire image of the Xin Clan surged through his consciousness.
Like a raging flood flowing across a wide riverbed.
The anticipated pain and loss of control did not occur.
As he became aware that his clone was being released little by little, a red crystal ignited in his heart, spreading towards the throne and gradually making contact with it.
Information was transmitted to the throne along with the copies of memories, and the throne corrected the direction of the copies according to the template of the weapon.
Xinwu clearly sensed that the chaotic flow of information was being rapidly organized, categorized, and archived, and then reconnected with everyone.
It was at this moment that he noticed something was wrong.
Liang Jiu's figure in front became blurry, as if seen through a shimmering layer of water. The outline of the god's body flickered constantly, as if it were enduring some unimaginable pressure, and could dissipate completely at any moment.
Xinwu was greatly shocked and instinctively wanted to get up to help him: "My lord, your divine body—"
Liang Jiu waved his hand, interrupting him: "It's not a big problem."
"I was just a little distracted."
Liang Jiu glanced at him: "Alright, your family is going crazy with worry."
"Alright, your family is very worried about you now, especially your sister who has been asking my messenger about you ever since you went missing."
Xin Wu subconsciously shrank his neck.
Liang Jiu laughed and raised his hand.
White mist slowly rolled in from all around.
"We'll learn the rest later."
"Let's go home first."
A foul stench filled the air.
The barbed fangs snapped shut, and the giant jaws of the wyvern were just a hair's breadth away from Jane's body.
Jane tumbled through the air, dodging the deadly bite.
"Don't eat me! Metal is really hard to digest! (>人<;)"
A holographic white flag popped out from the top of the machine and swayed in the gale.
"I surrender, okay?! You big idiot, if you don't come soon I'm really going to end up in its stomach! (T-T)"
Just as the wyvern opened its massive jaws, preparing to swallow the iron box whole...
A beam of light pierced through the clouds.
The beam of light grazed the edge of Jane's mech before slamming into the wyvern's head. The immense impact forced the second-tier behemoth to let out a mournful cry, its massive body losing its balance and tumbling backward.
Having narrowly escaped death, Jane drifted upwards with the airflow.
A beam of light pierced the sky, plummeted to the ground, and crashed onto the blazing plain.
The light faded.
Xin Wu stumbled out of there, a wave of dizziness washing over him.
He shook his head and noticed something was wrong with his body.
Once someone has sat on the throne, the Gestalt connection is essentially formed and imprinted deep within their consciousness.
The firelight on the plains, the bricks and stones of the distant city walls, the insects swooping past him. Multiple images flooded his mind uncontrollably; he could see the entire battlefield as seen through the eyes of his fellow warriors. Without the aid and suppression of the throne, the mortal mind simply could not process such a complex array of perspectives simultaneously.
With overlapping and intersecting visions, a strong sense of repulsion welled up inside me.
Xin Wu forcefully focused his mind and cut off any unnecessary sensory sharing.
A tremendous roar came from above the clouds, and the aftershocks of the battle tore the sky apart.
The phantom of a wild beast occupied a large part of the sky.
Su Cheng gained the upper hand in the direct confrontation and suppressed Liang Jiu.
As the will of the heavens descended, the black dire wolves on the ground, responsible for overseeing the battle, instantly changed direction. They ignored the scattered beasts and set their sights on the newly appeared Xinwu.
"Bring him back!"
Su Cheng's divine thoughts echoed across the plains.
Liang Jiu established Gestalt and connected one of his relatives with Gestalt.
Su Cheng only needed to see the dense lines of divine power connecting Xin Wu's body to his kin to guess the clue. He could roughly guess that the other party had taken a shortcut, using a transit station instead of a dense cluster network.
In contrast to the worm that is one and the many, and the many and the one, Liang Jiu's Gestalt system is a monarchical system.
One person receives all the information, and the same person issues all the commands.
An individual capable of integrating Gestalt concepts with a single consciousness.
If we can bring him back and study him thoroughly, we can make up for the chaotic and disordered flaws in the worm's retinue. Even losing today's divine war would be entirely worthwhile for the possibility of evolution.
The pack of dire wolves surged like a black tide, encircling the spot where the pillar of light had landed.
A heavily armored white-gray horse smashed through the obstacles along the way.
Xin'an charged alone into the pack of beasts. His spear, ignited with passion, deflected two black wolves that tried to block his way, and his warhorse spurred itself into the encirclement without hesitation.
She reached out, grabbed her brother's armor, and scooped him onto the horse's back.
The gray horse neighed and turned to gallop wildly towards the outer perimeter.
"You didn't lose your sword?" Xin An asked without turning his head, piercing through the monster that attacked from the side with his spear.
Xinwu sat in the back, and the connection that hadn't been completely shut down allowed him to catch the thoughts of the person next to him.
"The sword isn't lost, and besides, sister, you don't even care about the sword."
In the midst of his busy work, Xin'an, riding on his warhorse, swung a punch backhand and smashed it into his younger brother's head.
Don't try to read my mind.
"6
Xinwu took a punch and sat up straight.
"receive"
Xinwu closed his eyes, reopening a sliver of his senses.
I used my older sister's perspective to guide her.
Under Xinwu's coordination, the white moss and gray horse searched for gaps in the wolf pack to break through.
But the encirclement was too thick.
A hidden dire wolf darted out from the blind spot, its fangs biting into the warhorse's hind leg.
The gray horse lost its balance and fell forward. The siblings rolled over to dissipate the force and landed on the scorched earth.
The wolf pack quickly closed in, sealing off their escape route.
A familiar voice came from above.
"Stupid siblings! Grab them now! (Ten `A"")
Jane swayed as she descended from mid-air, two powerful tentacles extending from her fuselage.
Xin'an and Xinwu each grabbed one.
Jane struggled to gain altitude, the fuselage swaying wildly in the wind, its expression turning pained (××).
"How much do you guys actually eat?! You're overloaded! (亍亍)"
The two were suspended in the air, slowly rising as the iron box swayed, while the wolves below could only futilely bar their fangs.
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