ca-book Chapter 26: Dragging it out
Chapter 26: Dragging it out
"A group of heretics and demons draped in black robes."
Huizhen lowered her head, probably recalling the scenery she had seen earlier, and seemed quite apprehensive.
"They used evil magic to desecrate the corpses of their fallen kin. Their souls were imprisoned in decaying bodies, creating mindless puppets that knew only how to kill."
"Although we monks can purify them with the Buddha's light, how can the ordinary people outside the temple, who are made of flesh and blood, withstand those painless and fearless creatures? We have already seen the corpses of our people on the battlefield."
"The northern defenses are under strain, which is why this humble monk urgently needs to travel south to seek Buddhist power and replenish his Dharma implements... It is of utmost urgency, therefore I beg Your Excellency to grant me passage."
The dead came back to life, and Liang Jiu seemed to be deep in thought.
The undead that have suddenly appeared recently.
Thinking of the girl who entered the divine realm with him, the last piece of the puzzle on the chessboard was finally put in place.
At this point, the background of the two companions had been thoroughly investigated.
However, these undead-type followers are indeed a bit difficult to deal with.
If this were a regular battlefield between two armies, a low-ranking undead under a god wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder against elite troops.
Even gods with undead minions cannot obtain the corpses of high-level creatures to create elite units in the early stages.
But it's different here.
This unclaimed divine realm has a huge mortal population. After thousands of years of reproduction, the kobolds here have long since reached the limit that the divine realm can accommodate.
For the Scourge, this place is nothing short of an endless incubation ground.
As long as we get her through the early stages and snowball her success, overwhelming her with sheer numbers is definitely not just wishful thinking.
She had a well-thought-out plan, and she knew that she wouldn't have much time left in the divine realm.
Patience will lead to missed opportunities for development.
only……
Liang Jiu's gaze fell on the magical artifacts that the Xin Clan had brought back as spoils of war.
In this divine realm that has been sustained by "Buddha's light" for thousands of years, all the local extraordinary beings here also follow the path of Buddhism.
Despite the home-field disadvantage that is their natural enemy, they are trying to forcefully unleash a sea of the dead?
Or does he really have a trump card...?
Liang Jiu looked down at the trembling fat monk at his feet.
I need some time to develop.
The fat monk in front of him could just happen to be the one he could win over.
"Evolutionary Hunter (Situation Progress 82%)"
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The sun was blazing overhead.
In the shadow of the city wall, several kobold guards leaned against the stone bricks, listless and bored.
As a nocturnal species, they are blinded by the bright daylight and have to hide in the shade.
Standing there was unbearable, so the guards started gossiping as usual.
"Do you think that long-legged guy can actually win five games and come out of the deepest hell alive?" a kobold mumbled indistinctly, a blade of grass between his teeth.
"What? Did you go to the arena with the master yesterday to join in the fun?"
"I just squatted outside and watched for a while, but they wouldn't let me in. I heard he smashed a minotaur to death yesterday... Damn it, that long-legged guy doesn't look much taller than us, how could he beat that kind of monster..."
"Alright, stop worrying about it. Guarding this goal has dried me out from the sun, I don't have time to worry about anything else..."
His companion waved impatiently, his gaze sweeping across the distant wilderness, his voice suddenly caught in his throat.
"Hey, wait a minute, look, isn't someone running towards us over there?"
In the distance, amidst the yellow sand, a dark figure stumbled and ran wildly toward the city gate.
When we got closer.
The guards then realized that it was actually a fat, dog-headed monk.
His monk's robes were tattered and covered in dust.
He ran with a limp, clearly having suffered greatly in the wilderness.
But the monk's robe that represented his class could not be faked.
The guards dared not be negligent, fearing that they might anger this down-on-his-luck extraordinary gentleman and lose their lives for nothing.
Several kobolds hurriedly moved aside the roadblocks, pushed open the city gate, and fawned over them.
Before they could even speak.
The fat monk grabbed the leather armor of the foremost guard and shouted:
"I am Huizhen, the Grand Master of the Northern Golden Light Temple!"
"It's extremely urgent! Take me to see the Abbot immediately!"
The title of Grand Master still carries considerable weight in the Nanbang region.
Although the dog-headed people in the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas are as numerous as hairs on a cow, only a very few can cultivate supernatural powers and don the red robes of monks. Moreover, in this southern land, the monks hold far greater power and status than their counterparts in the north.
With this identity, Huizhen entered the inner city without any hindrance.
He gazed into the distance at the towering arena, which resembled a colossal beast lying prone, and gasped for breath, muttering to himself:
"It's been years since I've been here, but the place hasn't changed. That old bald monk is probably still inside."
Having said that, he grabbed the hem of his monk's robe and hurried away, his two fat legs moving quickly.
Meanwhile, in the Avici Hell Arena.
Yellow sand flies, and a fierce battle for survival is raging.
Xin Cang raised the stone axe in his hand, and with a clang, parried the ruthless thrust of the drow elf in front of him.
Using the force of the deflection, he flicked his wrist and knocked the rapier from his opponent's hand.
"Oh? A powerful warrior, you remind me of my mother, who was also a powerful human warrior."
The drow female elf chuckled and retreated rapidly.
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly flicked her thick, long hair, and several tiny, poisoned darts shot out.
Xin Cang rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the poisoned dart, but his opponent picked up the rapier again.
The battle has once again reached a stalemate.
High up in the stands.
An old kobold mage draped in a brocade robe sat side by side with a burly kobold with dragonblood.
The dragon-blooded kobold looked down at Xin Zang, his eyes shifting between light and shadow: "Great Abbot, are that axe-wielding warrior and that pointed-eared one a race that recently appeared in this territory?"
"Amitabha." The old monk fiddled with his prayer beads, his eyelids slightly lowered. "Benefactor Monk, you are a divinely blessed and extraordinary person. Why are you so attached to a few untamed wild beasts?"
"I told you before," the dragonblood kobold known as Monk said solemnly, "My god sent down a divine decree, commanding me to find the alien race that has recently appeared here. They are the demons that are currently wreaking havoc on this land, and they are the great enemies we must eliminate."
"A formidable enemy?"
The old monk scoffed lightly, his fingers still fiddling with the prayer beads. "Our Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas is protected by the Buddha and has existed for a thousand years. How can there be any talk of a great enemy?"
He looked down at the slaves struggling in the sandpit, his inherent arrogance finally showing: "As for whether they've appeared recently, who can say for sure? Every few decades, some ignorant barbarians from beyond the borders will always intrude into this pure land. You can't take anything with you when you die; in the end, all that's left are blood-borne bastards who amuse this old monk in the arena. It's all fate, why should Benefactor Monk make such a fuss?"