novelODS Chapter 45 Sea of Corpses
Chapter 45 Sea of Corpses
After several clashes between the gods, the turbulent flow of divine power on the plains gradually subsided.
Sun Lang's already meager pool of divine power finally ran dry.
He gasped for breath, the dragon scales on his body lost their power to hold them together, turned to ash and peeled off, and the state of divine nourishment faded from his body.
Li Qinggu dispelled the death god's phantom behind him and landed on the snow.
"If you had launched a divine war against me the moment you entered this unclaimed divine realm, relying on the divine backing you received, I might not have been able to defeat you." She looked at Sun Lang, who was kneeling on the ground, and mocked, "Now, where are your trump cards?"
As he spoke, Li Qinggu separated a wisp of his divine consciousness.
A hundred miles away, in the eye socket of a skull outside the Stonewood Fortress, a ghostly green flame suddenly lit up.
Through the skeleton's perspective, she saw the city gates of the fortress wide open.
Summoning courage and morale from who knows where, the Dragonblood Dogheads charged out of the city gates. Wielding torches and heavy hammers, they destroyed the zombies along the way and set ablaze the piles of corpses.
Following behind were ordinary soldiers who would deliver the final blow to those who refused to die.
"A defeated army, making a desperate last stand. Your plan with Liang Jiu isn't just a feint, is it? But since Liang Jiu knew my trump card, he still dared to attack my camp. It seems he's just like you, a reckless brute with no strategy."
"Oh."
Sun Lang sneered, but the emptiness from the depletion of his divine power left him feeling suffocated. Without another word, his figure twisted in the air and vanished from the spot.
Li Qinggu turned her head away and ignored him.
No one can stop a god who wants to escape. If you really want to harm a god, you have to start with his followers.
A ghostly light shone in her eyes, and immense divine power flowed from her center, overflowing and transforming into countless pale green array patterns that spread northward along the earth.
Northern valley.
The tremors came from deep within the permafrost, and the earth cracked.
One after another, pale arms broke through the ground.
Tens of thousands of corpses buried deep underground crawled out of the ground like ants.
Human civilians, broken beasts, dead kobolds, and the remains of many strangely skeletal, unidentified races.
Countless undead souls advanced toward the living outside the valley.
Outside the valley, Shinzo stood alone in the wind and snow.
Feeling the vibrations beneath his feet, his palms, gripping the axe handle, were damp with sweat.
"Can it really only teleport me?" he asked the metal cube floating behind him.
"Answer: My permissions are insufficient. The divine power I can mobilize for teleportation in a short time is only enough to deploy a single target." Jane's reply appeared on the screen.
"Hmm..." Shinzo didn't ask any further questions.
Recalling what had just happened at the camp, the war plan had just been finalized, and it was proposed that manpower be deployed at the forefront to hold off the enemy's main force. Before he could even mentally prepare himself, this divine creation directly descended a pillar of light, leaving him here alone.
A cold wind blows across the wasteland.
For some reason, Shinzo felt a little uncomfortable.
I've been with that half-drow elf for a while now, and suddenly I'm all alone. It feels so lonely, and it makes me feel a little uneasy.
Seemingly sensing his unease, Jane turned the screen in mid-air.
"Please do not worry too much. As support, I will convert all the divine power I currently have into Buddhist power to provide you with assistance."
"How many are there?" Xin Zang stared at the dark valley entrance, he could feel the monsters getting closer and closer.
His body was trembling, not just from fear of a powerful enemy.
A mixture of fear and excitement surged within him, as if all the battles he had experienced in the first half of his life had been subconsciously waiting for this moment to arrive.
"Tens of thousands."
Jian Ping unleashed his divine power, and blue light intertwined in mid-air to form a sand map. The dense points of light representing the enemy surged towards the location representing Xin Zang, like a black tide bursting its banks.
"The first victim will appear before you in about ten minutes. You can rest for a bit."
As Xin Zang stared at the dense cluster of lights, his breathing became rapid.
He grinned, a somewhat unpleasant smile: "I can't stop so many by myself; they'll just swerve around me. Even if I use up all my strength, dull my axe, and exhaust my life, I still won't be able to stop them."
"The calculations confirm this," text appeared on Jane's screen. "But this wasn't my decision; it's the place God has reserved for you."
Xin Zang paused for a moment, then silently gripped the axe handle and said nothing more.
High above the heavens.
Liang Jiu looked down at the battlefield below, and Jian's voice rang in his ears.
"Letting him stay here alone is useless. We can leave the blocking to the kobolds. It's better to send him to another battlefield."
"But King Wang must have his moment of becoming king." Liang Jiu said, looking at the tiny figure in the snow. "His father was the first Ninja to kill a troll, the hero who left behind the most stories. He too must have his own legend."
"For the sake of a sense of ritual?"
"For the sake of inheritance."
Every hero must have a legendary moment; this is the lesson Liang Jiu learned from the first person, Wang Xin.
Now, Shinzou treads on two extraordinary paths with even higher limits, possessing the characteristics of [Exceptional Talent] and [Sage King]. His growth rate will only be faster than his father's; he has a longer lifespan, a higher potential, and can see scenery that no one else can reach.
This is God's expectation of a human king.
Just like his expectations for Chang.
Liang Jiu's gaze swept across the valley and landed deep in the distant snowfield.
I wonder when Li Qinggu will finally realize what's happening.
Deep in the snowfield.
A silent procession trudged forward.
At the forefront of the group, Chang gripped his weapon tightly. Behind him stood fully armed Spirit Clan warriors, all extraordinary individuals, a force to be reckoned with wherever they went.
At the end of the march route, the landscape was abruptly divided in two.
The boundary of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
On one side of the boundary, a raging white snow and a biting wind swept across the land; on the other side, however, lay a depressing gloom and desolation. The gale-force winds, carrying snowflakes, mysteriously dissolved into the air as they crossed that invisible dividing line, unable to fall onto that dark land.
Two completely different divine realms collided here.
Through the gaps in the wind and snow, the view inside the boundary can be clearly seen.
Several necromancers dressed in black robes were hunched over, casually patrolling the border.
Beside them followed several mangled zombies.
The shriveled corpse sank into the hard, snow-free ground, its bones and joints grinding together with a sickening crunch.
These spellcasters were completely unaware that behind the snow curtain separated by a wall, pairs of eyes belonging to wilderness hunters had already set their sights on their throats.