piratefiction Chapter 109 Beast Sacrifice
Chapter 109 Beast Sacrifice
Chapter 109 Beast Sacrifice
Xia Tong did not take a single step back.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, actually gliding forward against the deadly cold light of the halberd blade!
With a "whoosh" sound!
The hound's long fangs, with their curved blades, precisely rose from below, rubbing against the hard shaft of the halberd, sending up a long string of dazzling sparks that were extremely piercing.
Then, using the momentum of his sliding step, the blade precisely slashed deeply under the armpit of the Night Cavalryman's vulnerable right arm.
The numerous cuts and massive blood loss had severely distorted the movements of the Night Rider, making him much slower than before.
The latter, enduring excruciating pain, barely managed to retract the halberd.
"Pfft!"
A chilling, terrifying sound, like a water-filled balloon bursting, suddenly rang out on the silent stone bridge.
The blood that originally flowed through the Night Riders seemed to be subjected to extreme pressure at this moment.
All his wounds burst open at once in an instant!
Dark red blood gushed out radially from every seam and wound in the armor!
The blood-red fountain filled the air within several meters with a pungent, rusty smell.
"ah--!"
The Night Rider let out a piercing scream.
His tall body instantly lost all strength, and the halberd slipped limply from his hand, falling into a pool of blood.
He then collapsed onto the bridge and fell silent.
A rich stream of runes flowed into Xia Tong's body.
It's over 3200 points.
"Just as I expected."
Xia Tong watched as the blood slowly dripped from the hound's long teeth, a flash of understanding appearing in her eyes.
"The bleeding effect associated with this weapon is more like a curse mechanism."
"As long as you keep attacking, the curse will accumulate inside the enemy."
"When the curse accumulates to a certain threshold, it will detonate instantly, causing massive bleeding damage!"
"Tong--Tong-ge! You're so strong! You didn't even summon the other big brothers!"
Burke ran out from behind the bunker at the edge of the stone bridge, his eyes filled with adoration.
"Big Brother" was a title Xia Tong taught him.
Previously, Burke was curious about who those powerful ashes were, and Xia Tong casually mentioned that they were all his older brothers and sisters who protected him.
"See? You'll have your chance to be as strong as me someday."
Xia Tong put away the hound's long teeth and patted Burke's thin shoulder encouragingly.
This one-on-one duel was an excellent testing ground for Xia Tong to examine his own strength.
When faced with formidable enemies, he has always relied on elite veterans to absorb damage while he launches sneak attacks from behind.
It looks like a spirit snail that only knows how to hide in the shadows and ring a bell.
This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate.
Now that he had taken down a vagrant elite leader with his own strength, Xia Tong felt a surge of pride.
He hasn't even fully unleashed his full potential.
He didn't enchant the greatsword or apply fire grease just now.
If you learn a top-tier enchantment like Bloodflame Blade later on, and then drink a potion made with Rock Spike Dewdrop to increase poise, combined with the power of Hound's Fang, you could probably take down the Night Riders in just a few combat skills!
So, putting aside the matter of his ashes, in terms of sheer individual strength, Xia Tong is already extremely powerful.
As for the Magic Surprise Attack on Magic Gravel, I learned it in the last two days.
Having obtained the Source Stone from Teacher Seren from the Sobbing Peninsula, Xia Tong discovered the corresponding scroll in the secret room. After handing it over to Teacher Seren, with the teacher's help, Xia Tong quickly mastered the magic.
The Surprise Attack Gravel spell is cast covertly and specifically targets the enemy's back, making it an extremely useful spell in combat.
Two days later.
Marika Third Church.
Carrying a huge bundle, Xia Tong walked along the hidden river behind the church to its end.
Hidden beneath the dense vegetation, the teleportation array lies atop the stone platform.
It was filled with a slightly swirling, dark blue vortex, emitting a quiet glow in the depths of the dark pool.
Xia Tong took a deep breath and gently placed her hand on it.
The moment my fingers touched the dark blue vortex, an extremely strong sense of detachment suddenly struck me.
His vision was instantly taken away, and he felt as if his body had been stretched into a thin thread, traversing through the endless void at an incredible speed.
The intense feeling of weightlessness made it almost impossible for Xia Tong to breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of weightlessness abruptly stopped.
boom!
Xia Tong fell heavily onto a hard, cold stone surface, feeling completely disoriented.
He lay on the ground, panting heavily, when a strange smell, a mixture of heavy rust and decay, violently rushed into his nostrils.
He slightly raised his head and saw that the sky above was filled with oppressive dark red clouds.
There were almost no healthy green plants on the ground, only twisted and deformed black charred wood, and visible red spores floated in the air.
Galid!
A place utterly contaminated by crimson corruption!
Xia Tong had previously gazed at this blood-red sky from afar at the border of Ninmugefu.
Now, he has been teleported directly to the heart of Galid.
Then, Xia Tong saw something extremely terrifying. She immediately lay down on the ground, pressing her body low and even holding her breath.
Not far ahead, on a huge set of steps, stood an extremely large, pitch-black monster that resembled a giant gargoyle.
Black Sword Kin!
It held a huge, black iron double-headed sword in its hand, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Even more terrifying was that, even from a distance of tens of meters, the deathly pressure emanating from it, befitting a divine being, made Xia Tong's hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down his back.
"Fuck you!" Xia Tong cursed inwardly.
Just two days ago, they triumphantly defeated the Night Cavalry, only to be taught a lesson today?
When Xia Tong stood dozens of meters away from this level of opponent, he couldn't even muster the courage to draw his sword.
However, the Black Sword's retinue possesses extremely keen senses.
Its massive body slowly twisted, producing a dull thud as it rubbed against the rocks. Its sharp, emotionless eyes, like those of an eagle, were fixed on Xia Tong, who was lying on the ground.
Xia Tong's heart jumped into her throat.
However, the black sword's companion glanced at him but did not show any hostility, nor did it draw its sword.
A booming voice, like muffled thunder, rang directly in Xia Tong's ears: "I can smell it—you have the aura of the Dead Root on you. Oh, are you here to see Gulang? Come in."
After it finished speaking, it turned its head back and continued to look down at the scarlet Galid Plains below like a real stone sculpture, ignoring Xia Tong.
Upon hearing this, Xia Tong's tightly clenched heart immediately settled. He let out a long breath, wiped away his cold sweat, and carefully stood up.
As Xia Tong walked step by step toward the entrance of the Beast Temple, the heavy door seemed to sense the presence of the Dead Root, and with a piercing metallic scraping sound, it automatically opened a crack inward.
Xia Tong stepped into the temple through the crack.
The temple's interior was devoid of any ornate decorations; only two rows of rough, towering stone pillars supported the dome, and the air was filled with a faint, pungent odor of wild animals.
As Xia Tong continued walking forward, she discovered a colossal object on a high platform ahead.
It resembled a mountain of flesh huddled in a dark corner, its size far exceeding that of the mountain demon pulling the cart.
He was wearing several extremely worn-out, stained linen robes haphazardly draped over his body.
The hood was pulled low, hiding the entire head in deep shadow.
His thick right hand braced against the cold stone floor, his fingernails sharp as knives.
In the empty temple, only its heavy breathing could be heard.
It seemed they could smell the dead roots on Xia Tong.
The enormous head that had been hanging low suddenly lifted up!
Beneath the tattered hood, two dark, blood-red eyes suddenly shone, locking onto Xia Tong.
"The faded one—the dead root—bring it here!"
Gulang's voice was hoarse and frantic, carrying a wild instinct that sent chills down your spine.
Despite the extreme discomfort and nausea in her stomach, Xia Tong quickly took off her backpack and pulled out the piece of dead root that looked nauseating.
Before he could hand it over, Deadroot shot out and hurtled toward Gulange's right claw, only to be caught tightly by the latter.
It eagerly stuffed the dead root into the huge mouth under the hood.
*Smack smack* — Tear! *Snap!*
A chilling chewing sound echoed clearly in the temple, making Xia Tong's scalp tingle.
In no time, the hard, twisted, dead root was completely devoured by it, skin and bone.
After swallowing the Deadroot, Gulang's violent aura calmed down slightly, and he let out a satisfied sigh: "Hoo—as long as you bring me the Deadroot—I will grant you—an equal return—."
Gulang's enormous claws groped around on the filthy cloak.
Two crisp clinking sounds rang out.
Two items were carelessly tossed onto the stone slab in front of Xia Tong.
Xia Tong quickly stepped forward and picked it up to examine it. The first item was a rough, dark red stone with deep animal claw marks engraved on its surface.
This should be the Claw Mark Holy Mark.
Xia Tong was overjoyed. With this, her power attribute could be transformed into the power of prayer.
The second item was a bizarre, bloodshot eyeball, no bigger than a fist. Most terrifyingly, when held in the hand, the eyeball's golden vertical pupil was actually moving slightly, as if it were alive!
The eyes of a wild beast.
Xia Tong stared at it, and it stared back at Xia Tong. They stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Take it with you—it can see the dead roots—" Gulang's weak, hoarse voice came again.
Then, seemingly having exhausted too much energy, it painfully buried its massive head deep between its arms, continuing to breathe heavily, and uttered no more words.
Xia Tong dared not linger in the oppressive temple for even a second longer, quickly put away the two treasures, and teleported away.
Another day has passed.
The beginning of the guidance is the blessing point.
Xia Tong slowly stepped out of the blessed light, looked around, and sure enough, there was no sign of that annoying white-masked Fan Lei.
On the ground, he was surprised to see the cracked pot he had given as a gift earlier.
"It seems that Vanley has already opened it; he must be quite satisfied with my specialty."
Xia Tong chuckled softly, then walked into the massive stone gate of the drifting cemetery.
After passing through a short passageway, a huge stone elevator appeared ahead. Xia Tong slowly walked up and stepped on the central mechanism.
With a sickening roar, the elevator slowly descended with Xia Tong. The sunlight overhead gradually dimmed, finally being swallowed completely by darkness.
"It really is a cemetery; the smell inside is quite awful."
Xia Tong chuckled to herself and continued walking forward in the dim light.
Sure enough, a warm golden light appeared in the drifting cemetery; it was a blessing.
Not far away, there was a grayish-white, constantly churning, misty seal.
On either side of the seal stood a hideous little demon statue.
This little devil statue was cast from two little devils.
Xia Tong immediately took out the two stone sword keys that she had prepared beforehand and inserted them into the holes in the statue's mouth.
With a slight ripple in the air, the white, misty seal finally dissipated slowly.
A dark green pool of poison, churning with disgusting bubbles, was laid bare before Xia Tong.