Chapter 222 My Lords, It's Up to You!
Chapter 222 My Lords, It's Up to You!
The stargate is slowly expanding.
The edges of the crack emitted a milky white halo, and with each inch it expanded, the surrounding space emitted a muffled sound, like the sound of bones being broken.
The black lotus phantom above Lu Yan's head began to tremble.
The flow of runes on the twelve petals became disordered, and cracks appeared at the edges of two petals, from which black energy leaked out.
"Lu Yan! Give up! Retreat immediately!"
Qin Wangshan's voice was so loud it sounded like he was shouting into the microphone, but the alarm sounding behind him drowned out the rest of his words.
"The seabed mass in the southern region is exceeding its limit, and satellite signals have begun to drift—"
"That thing is a living stargate, not a monster!"
Lu Yan pressed the communicator to his ear without saying a word.
The Void Disc spun rapidly in his palm, the sound of its rotation causing the blood foam on the sea surface to fly wildly.
The stomach law of the higher-dimensional mother is peeling away his soul layer by layer, like peeling an onion, until the rotten part inside smells terrible.
The skin on his neck had been torn open in three places, and blood was dripping down his collar onto the tattered deck.
Two drops fell, and the third drop evaporated before it even hit the ground.
"Brother Yan."
Xiao Qianyu called out to him from a hundred meters in the air, her voice carried away by the sea breeze, but Lu Yan heard it clearly.
He didn't turn around.
"Wait."
Zhao Leiguang held the Taotie Shield on the edge of the deck, his legs rooted to the spot like screws screwed into a wooden board.
The newly grown flesh on his chest was still warm under the amplification effect, looking just like a freshly baked meat bun.
"Captain, what are you going to do?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hold him down."
Lu Yan tossed the Void Disc high into the air, clasped his hands together, and began to draw out his own life force.
Using this stuff too much can kill people.
Of course he knew.
But if the stargate expands by another 20%, the Red Sea will no longer be the Red Sea at all, but a living, high-dimensional entrance and exit.
What will we use to block it then? Even if we asked the Primordial Celestial Venerable to block it, it might not be enough.
When your magic power is depleted, draw blood energy.
My blood and energy have run out. What comes next? I've never experienced anything like it in my life.
Let's try it today.
The Void Disc stopped high in the sky and began to absorb the surrounding laws, deflecting towards the mother's white pupils.
Deep within the white pupils, the cracks in the stargate stirred, revealing countless dense black compound eyes within.
The will of the higher-dimensional mother body sensed the danger.
Holy light tentacles rose from the vortex, bending towards Lu Yan, preparing to launch a final interception.
Just then.
The lead-gray clouds were burned through right in the middle.
It was neither thunder nor light.
It's fire.
Pure, sulfurous fire poured down from the cloud cave, blotting out the sun and turning half the sky orange-red.
【Samadhi Fire】.
When the dark red seawater came into contact with the fire, it skipped the boiling process and disappeared through steaming.
The white expanse spread outwards from the center of the sea, drenching the remains of three six-winged angels that were in the process of rebuilding.
Saying "pour" is inaccurate; it should be "refine".
The higher-dimensional divinity didn't even have a chance to float before the Samadhi True Fire; it was directly refined into white vapor and dissipated.
When the tentacles touched the overflowing flames, the frantically writhing flesh at the cut was instantly charred, turning into a black, brittle shell.
Fire wall formation.
A wall of Samadhi True Fire, stretching from the clouds straight to the seabed, forcefully severed the tentacles in mid-air.
Then came the loud shout.
There wasn't a single word, just a loud shout.
But the sound echoed in the clouds, completely silencing all the high-dimensional murmurs that Lu Yan was hearing.
The clouds were torn apart.
The golden light arrived first, followed by the shadow of the axe.
A phantom image of a giant axe, wielding a beam of golden light, crashed down from the cloud cave, so large that it blocked out the light source of the entire sea area.
The wind pressure from the axe blade arrived first, flattening all the tentacles struggling in the vortex.
Next comes the axe.
It slammed into the mother's white pupils.
That strike had no fancy tricks; it was simply a mountain-splitting attack.
The water in the entire sea area exploded outwards, and the waves rose to a hundred meters, tossing the wrecked fishing boats up thirty meters, only to bounce back up again.
The crack in the white pupil closed a third of its length.
The expansion of the stargate has stopped.
The heartbeat on the seabed was out of rhythm, skipping a beat after two, like a clockwork with a loose screw.
Lu Yan retrieved the Void Disc, clenched it in his palm, and let out a breath.
The tightness in my chest eased, and the buzzing in my head lessened a bit.
Two figures landed behind the deck.
As I stepped onto the wooden plank, the boat sank a bit.
It's not a phantom.
Lu Yan glanced at it and felt a very unfamiliar sensation in his soul, so unfamiliar that he was stunned for a moment before he could confirm it.
The life force of these two people is real.
It is not a remnant soul borrowing a body, nor a projection of laws; it is a real, tangible body.
Golden armor, red robe, and the whirlwind wheels still carried the warmth of the clouds. A three-pointed, double-edged sword was slung diagonally over his shoulder, the blade facing the sea.
Neither of them spoke.
Nezha moved first.
With its three heads and six arms outstretched, the fire wheels behind its head suddenly swelled up, and the fire-tipped spear pointed diagonally at the white fleshy ball still on the sea surface, sneering.
"This ugly thing covered in tumors dares to call it a blood sacrifice?"
Nezha looked around, his tone as if he were complaining about a not-so-fresh crab at the market.
"Grandpa will bake some for you to feed the dog today."
Zhao Leiguang opened his mouth as if to say something, but then didn't.
Su Yunqing stood there, still holding her staff, forgetting to put away the healing aura.
Wen Yue leaned against the mast, her face displaying an unusually naive and unsophisticated expression.
She subconsciously poked Shen Xinglin next to her.
"Really?"
Shen Xinglin glanced at the newcomer, then at the broken lance in his hand, and remained silent for two seconds.
"……real."
Yang Jian ignored the noise around him.
A slit opened in the third eye between his eyebrows, and golden light shone through the slit, locking tightly onto the mother body in the sea.
The three-pointed double-edged sword was taken off the shoulder, and the patterns on the blade became visible.
"China's sea areas".
"No entry without permission".
"Those who cross the line will have their soul and body destroyed."
The sound wasn't loud, but everything in the sea made way for him, even the waves calmed down.
Lu Yan glanced at the armor of the two ancient gods with his divine sense.
Gold thread.
The fine lines flowing through the seams of the armor are formed by the power of faith.
In the heart of China, a temple for worshipping incense was built.
The incense offerings of hundreds of millions of people have completely nourished the true body. It is not a temporary body that is amplified and extended by him, but the complete original body has descended.
This variable, Amaterasu's trap, was not taken into account.
The higher-dimensional mother body sensed Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye locking onto it and let out a hiss from the seabed, the frequency of which was so high that it could shatter glass.
The severed tentacles began to regenerate at their roots, this time not targeting the first squad, but sweeping across the two golden figures.
Nezha scoffed.
The Wind and Fire Wheels spun across the water, and the Hun Tian Ling (a type of ribbon) was flung out from the waist. The ribbon, still warm from the Samadhi True Fire, wrapped around the tentacles and pulled them outwards. With a crisp sound, it snapped three ribbons.
The severed tentacle did not wriggle this time.
The scorching residue of the Samadhi True Fire still lingers, and the higher-dimensional granulation tissue cannot grow in the face of the extreme yang fire.
But the higher-dimensional mother body then did something that alerted Lu Yan.
The massive, fleshy mountain range behind it began to disintegrate on its own.
It's not a collapse, it's controlled.
Like taking off a suit of armor, peeling away the outer shell to reveal the real parts inside.
The mountain of flesh split open, and something slowly emerged from the blood mist.
Irregular geometric shapes.
Black and transparent, each facet cuts through the light, making it impossible to see its complete shape.
Lu Yan probed with his spiritual sense, but was bounced back.
He froze for a moment.
This was the first time the soul probe had been bounced back.
That thing has a natural aversion to the soul and cannot be penetrated.
Frankly speaking, this isn't meant for fighting, it's meant for clearing out.
Destructive methods specifically designed to target gods.
When Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye's golden light touched the geometric fold, it veered slightly to the side, causing a deviation in accuracy.
Nezha's three heads all glanced in the direction of that thing, and the expressions on their three faces changed.
"They've learned a trick."
Nezha switched the Fire-Tipped Spear to the other hand.
"Grandpa hasn't come out for seven hundred years, and the other side has learned new tricks."
Lu Yan tossed the Void Disc to Xiao Qianyu.
"Catch it."
Xiao Qianyu subconsciously reached out to catch it, but before she could ask, she heard Lu Yan say something.
"If you can't break through it, just wipe it off."
"What?"
Lu Yan turned to Yang Jian and Nezha.
The two ancient gods looked over at the same time.
He raised his hand, and the God-level War Aura icon on the panel lit up.
"My lords."
"It's up to you guys."
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