HBWnovel 第182章 1人、1枪、1弓、1役
第182章 1人、1枪、1弓、1役
The bowstring was drawn into an arc.
The silver bullet was nocked, and the murderous aura on its surface was almost palpable.
I've got my eye on it.
For the first time, the six-winged archangel in the sky displayed a different expression on his face.
The sacred realm it constructed trembled, and the light at the edges dissipated.
"Stop it!"
My voice is hoarse.
Useless.
Yang Jian loosened his grip.
hum-
The bowstring was still vibrating, but the silver bullet was no longer on the string.
It didn't leave a trail of light, nor did it tear open a gap in space.
That's how we got there.
puff.
A muffled sound.
Golden blood gushed out from behind the shoulder blade of the archangel on the left.
The silver bullet pierced through its holy armor and body, leaving a fist-sized hole. The remaining Eastern divine power inside the hole was still churning wildly, tearing its body structure apart layer by layer.
It snorted, and its mountain-like body tilted in the air.
The archangel beside him moved quickly, raising his scepter, the fist-sized crystal at the top of the scepter blocking the path of the silver bullet as it flew forward.
when!
It rang.
The archangel, propelled by the force of the silver bullet, couldn't stop and slid backward for over a hundred meters. Dozens of lower-ranking angels he collided with along the way didn't even have time to dodge; they shattered upon contact, turning into scattered specks of light.
The angelic legion's carefully arranged formation was completely disrupted.
Zhao Leiguang stood below, his mouth agape.
Damn it, is this the effect of a hundredfold increase?
This is beyond judging whether it's strong or not; it's cheating.
Yang Jian hung the golden bow on his waist.
He didn't even glance at the two disheveled archangels in the sky.
He gripped the three-pointed, double-edged sword stuck in the ground with his right hand and strained his legs.
boom.
A crater exploded beneath my feet.
The person has already gone to the angels.
A crisp, clear voice drifted over from the front, every word distinct.
"Go to the bottom of that split lake and bring Nezha out."
"Leave this to me."
Lu Yan didn't waste a second.
Chong Xiaoqianyu and Ling Shuang made a hand gesture.
Everyone turned and ran.
The first and third squads plunged down the bottomless, sloping rock face cleaved by the blade's edge, towards the half-dried, deep blue lakebed.
high altitude.
The six-winged archangel, who had been hit by a bullet, clutched his shoulder and finally managed to steady himself.
Golden blood dripped down, landing on the purple rocks, causing them to sizzle and smoke, burning small pits into the stone.
It drew its holy sword from its waist, the tip pointing at the figure below who was chopping vegetables among the angels.
"The gods of the East should have all died long ago!"
"The power gained by overdrawing our very essence won't last long. Form the array and annihilate him!"
My throat is burning.
Upon receiving the order, dozens of four-winged angels immediately broke away from the main force and formed a diamond formation in the air. The spears were held horizontally, their tips forming a line, and the energy converged to form a huge wall of light, which crashed straight towards Yang Jian.
Yang Jian flipped his wrist.
The blade of the three-pointed double-edged sword circled in the air before sweeping horizontally.
The three four-winged angels at the front, each carrying a spear, were cut in half.
Golden entrails and shattered wings mingled together, slamming straight to the ground.
The wall of energy light looked like a piece of paper in front of this ancient divine weapon.
While the angels in the back row were still adjusting their formation, Yang Jian had already charged right up to them.
The blade flashed repeatedly.
There weren't any big, sweeping movements; the angle of the knife strike was very tricky, simple, and efficient.
If you don't slash, you stab.
With each movement, a four-winged angel falls from the sky.
The whole process was very clean. It was less of a fight and more of a slaughter.
The six-winged archangel on the right withdrew all his disdain.
It figured it out.
This Eastern deity isn't risking his life for damage output at all.
His current state is even more extreme than the peak of the ancient divine wars recorded in those ancient books.
Where does that constant force come from?
I don't understand.
But it knew that if it allowed lower-ranking angels to fill the ranks, it would be just throwing lives away.
He gripped the Holy Light Sword tightly, and his six wings flapped behind him.
It rushed down by itself.
……
"Watch your step, this slope is very slippery."
Lu Yan said something in the communication channel.
The group is moving downhill.
Yang Jian's sword cleaved the lake in two, revealing a huge V-shaped canyon at the bottom. The rock walls on both sides were steep and slippery, covered with a layer of sticky moss.
The girls in the third squad were seriously injured, and Su Yunqing's healing chain remained on them without breaking, causing their energy to burn up quite quickly.
"Old Zhao, you and Shen Xinglin lead the way and clear the path."
"Captain Ling Shuang, you guys stay in the middle and conserve your energy."
"Everyone else, keep an eye on both sides."
The formation was quickly adjusted.
Zhao Leiguang and Shen Xinglin rushed to the front, using their shields as slides against the rock face as they charged downhill, pushing aside the rubble that blocked their path.
Boom!
A stone the size of a millstone was smashed head-on by Zhao Leiguang.
"Damn it, this godforsaken place doesn't even have a single step."
He cursed, but his feet didn't slow down at all.
The deeper you go, the less light there is.
The sour, rotten smell in the air grew stronger with each passing moment.
Wen Yue stopped in her tracks, raised the World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow, and threw a flare into the dark area below.
The warhead, trailing a bright tail, plummeted downwards, illuminating the bottom of the abyss in a ghastly white light.
Everyone stopped.
The bottom of the lake is not mud or aquatic plants.
It was an outrageously large altar. The entire altar was made of bones and rotten weapons, covering most of the lakebed.
In the very center of the altar stood an unusually thick bronze pillar.
On the pillar, layer upon layer of chains engraved with Western runes bound a small, thin figure.
The figure was about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child, barefoot, wearing a nearly tattered red bellyband.
Her hair was very long and messy, completely covering her face.
Thick chains pierced through all four arms, legs, and collarbone, pinning the person to the bronze pillar in an absurdly twisted position.
There was a black dagger stuck in his chest, and it was being pulled out.
Around the altar were rings of corpses. Some were monsters from the West, while others were demons from Eastern mythology.
This place was the site of a major battle before, a very brutal one.
"That's... Nezha?"
Lin Chuxue's throat felt a little tight.
He's nothing like the mischievous child in mythology who wreaked havoc on the Dragon King's land and sea.
It's upsetting to look at.
Lu Yan frowned slightly.
He could sense that the figure on the pillar was almost gone.
It could be disconnected at any time.
"Get ready to go down."
Lu Yan had just finished speaking.
hum-
The entire altar lit up.
The patterns formed by the white bones on the ground began to emanate a dark red light.
Something sinister and filthy rose up from under the altar.
The corpses lying haphazardly around the altar, whether from the East or the West, all had crimson bright spots emanating from their eye sockets.
Click, click.
The sound of bones twisting and turning could be heard everywhere in the abyss.
Those things came to life.
Hundreds, even thousands, of the dead rose one by one from the ground, their necks stiffly twisted, their empty eye sockets neatly aligned with the canyon above.