boyutpedia Chapter 378 Today, I, a mortal, challenge the gods with my sword!!! (Page 12)
Chapter 378 Today, I, a mortal, challenge the gods with my sword!!! (Page 12)
The thick, grayish-white fog writhed like a living thing, enveloping the entire city of Takai.
This once bustling city is now eerily silent, with overturned vehicles and broken shop windows scattered on the streets. A few newspapers flutter in the wind on the deserted streets, eventually sticking to the damp walls.
The glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers reflected an eerie gray light, like countless dull eyes staring at this isolated island forgotten by the world.
About 300 meters above the city, the air distorted and trembled, and three enormous figures floated above the thick fog.
Their presence caused minute cracks in the surrounding space, as if the world could not fully bear their divinity.
The wind god resides on the left, and when its six wings are fully spread, they blot out the sky and the sun, each wing being a hundred meters long.
Upon closer inspection, one can discover that those structures that resemble feathers are actually composed of countless tiny runes, each of which is constantly wriggling and changing, emitting a ghostly green light.
When it speaks, the sound seems to come from a superposition of millions of different times and spaces:
"This city will become the newest territory of our Egyptian divine kingdom, the Nile-Sun City." As it spoke, runes fell from several feathers, transforming into several eerie green birds that circled and flew towards various parts of the city.
In the center, the body of Set, the god of the yellow sand, constantly shifted and changed.
Its crown was woven from 999 dried skulls, with tiny flames dancing in each eye socket.
Its face was blurred, only a pair of eyes flowing with lava were clearly visible, and deep in the pupils were endless whirlpools of yellow sand.
When it opens its deep voice, the sound is like a storm deep in the desert:
“That’s true. But this city is protected by the laws of Fengdu, and we cannot enter directly.” As it spoke, some grains of sand peeled off its body, forming a miniature sandstorm in the air, each grain of sand emitting a faint whistling sound.
The three gods simultaneously turned their gaze to the outskirts of the city.
There, an almost transparent black light curtain appeared and disappeared, with ancient Fengdu runes flowing on it, each rune containing a chilling power from the Great Xia Underworld.
Ripples occasionally appeared on the surface of the light screen, traces left by the combined attack of the three gods—the cursed hurricane of the wind god Xiu, the lava torrent of the yellow sand god, and the mental shriek of the god Amon—none of them could break through it.
The god Amun on the right remained silent.
Its body was made of countless rusty chains, each with hundreds of tormented and contorted human faces hanging from it.
When it finally spoke, the voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss, a chorus of countless wails of souls:
"My goal is not to conquer this city, but to use the dragon vein within this section of the Great Xia city as a trigger to curse the entire Great Xia territory." As it spoke, several chains suddenly taut, and the faces on them emitted piercing screams.
Feng Shenxiu's six wings trembled slightly at the same time, causing thousands of runes to fall off and form a green rain of light in the air: "Under the protection of the laws of Fengdu, can you do it?"
The chains binding Amun's body suddenly tightened, emitting a sickening metallic scraping sound.
The countless human faces that make up its body simultaneously revealed eerie smiles, their grins stretching to their ears:
"Of course. It just requires a little...special technique." Its voice suddenly became clearer, as if it were resounding directly from the listener's mind. "The laws of Fengdu protect against external threats but not internal ones. As long as we find the node within the city that carries the dragon vein..."
Set, the god of the yellow sands, raised his scepter. The enormous eyeball embedded at the top of the scepter suddenly began to move, its pupil contracting into a thin slit, revealing a cruel anticipation:
"Then let me show you." As it spoke, dark red liquid suddenly seeped from the eyeball at the top of the scepter. The liquid condensed into blood beads in the air, hovering there without falling.
The air between the three gods began to distort, and an invisible pressure spread outwards from them.
The dense fog below was stirred up by this force, forming a vortex several kilometers in diameter.
The remaining glass windows in the city shattered under this pressure, and shards rained down on the deserted streets.
Just as the three gods were about to take action, a faint blue light suddenly appeared in the center of the city.
Although the light was small, it was incredibly pure, piercing through layers of mist and pointing straight to the sky.
The iron gates of the shelter in the center of the city creaked open slowly.
A tiny figure emerged from the darkness, his steps heavy yet firm, each step leaving a bloody footprint on the damp ground.
Zhou Ping's Night Watch uniform was already tattered, and dark red bloodstains had congealed into clumps on the fabric.
His left arm hung limply, clearly broken, while his right hand gripped the longsword that had been with him for many years—the blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes remained bright as stars, burning with an indomitable will.
"Look, a mortal." The voice of the wind god Xiu came from high above, and the curse runes on its six wings flashed with a vicious green light as it spoke.
A few feathers fluttered gently, and dozens of runes fell off, transforming into eerie green venomous snakes in the air, flicking their tongues at Zhou Ping. "Trying to fight against gods with the body of an ant?"
The eyeball at the tip of the God of Yellow Sands' scepter suddenly moved, its pupil shrinking to a thin line as it stared intently at the tiny figure on the ground.
Its deep laughter, like a heatwave in the desert, distorted the surrounding air.
"Laughable courage. Mortal, kneel down and beg for mercy, and perhaps we can grant you a quick death." As it spoke, a few grains of yellow sand fell from its body, condensing in the air into a miniature sand blade, which whistled as it shot towards Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping didn't even look up; he just turned slightly to the side, and the sand blade grazed his cheek, leaving a bottomless hole in the wall behind him.
A strand of black hair was cut off and slowly drifted down.
The god Amun remained silent, but suddenly the countless human faces that made up his body opened their mouths at the same time, emitting a piercing, shrill laugh.
The sound was like a thousand steel needles piercing the mind, enough to drive any mortal insane instantly.
The windows of the shelter shattered under the impact of the sound waves, and shards rained down.
But Zhou Ping remained calm.
He raised his right hand and lightly slashed with his cracked longsword. The invisible sound waves were split in two, whistling past his sides and lifting his blood-stained robes.
“Noisy,” he said softly, his voice not loud, yet miraculously piercing through the god’s mockery.
Zhou Ping stopped, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and pointed the sword tip straight at the sky.
His movements were slow, as if the sword weighed an immense weight. As the longsword was raised, the pure and innocent heart within him suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.
"Zheng——"
A pure, azure-colored beam of light burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the sky!
The light was not like the eerie, malevolent light of a god, but rather incredibly pure, like the first rays of dawn or the clearest mountain spring, as if it could wash away all the filth in the world.
Within the beam of light, Zhou Ping's figure began to undergo subtle changes.
It wasn't a physical expansion, but a sublimation of his aura—his outline became blurred, and he was surrounded by tiny sword energies, each containing the will to sever everything.
He stood there, still a mortal, yet he exuded an aura that would make even the gods take notice.
That was the power of a half-step god!
Inside the shelter, Chen Han's one eye was wide open, and the scar looked particularly ferocious under the beam of light.
His voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent:
"Sword Saint...!" His fists clenched involuntarily, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.
Lu Yu held the three children tightly, the veins on his arms bulging.
Wang Jiaqi buried her face in his chest, while Li Ruodie stubbornly opened her eyes wide, and Li Xiaoyang clung tightly to Lu Yu's clothes.
Tears welled up in Lu Yu's eyes under the shimmering light of the glass:
"He can win... he definitely can win..." His voice was soft, yet firm as a vow.
Within the pillar of light, Zhou Ping slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing directly at the three gods. His lips parted slightly, his voice eerily calm:
"Today, I am but a mortal..."
"Ask the Sword God!"
The six wings of the Wind God Xiu suddenly spread out completely, and millions of curse runes on the sky-covering wings simultaneously lit up with a ghostly green light.
The runes writhed like living things, peeling off the feathers and weaving in the air into a green net that covered half the sky.
Each rune contained a malevolent curse powerful enough to corrupt the entire city, and the sizzling sound they made when they collided was chilling.
"Rot away, you ants!" Feng Shenxiu's voice was like the hiss of a thousand venomous snakes.
The green net descended upon Zhou Ping with an aura of annihilation, leaving black marks on the air wherever it passed.
The building debris on the ground instantly turned into a pus-like green liquid upon contact with the aftershocks of the net.
However, the moment this cursed net, powerful enough to destroy a nation, touched the pillar of glass light, an unbelievable scene unfolded—
The malevolent runes, like dewdrops in the sunlight, vaporized and dissipated.
The outermost runes collapsed first, turning into wisps of green smoke, followed by the inner runes, which dissolved layer by layer.
Where the beam of light touched the net, a blinding white light burst forth, illuminating the entire gloomy city.
"This is impossible!" Fengshen Xiu roared in disbelief, his six wings vibrating violently, unleashing a destructive storm powerful enough to tear steel apart.
The hurricane raged through the city, lifting the rubble of buildings along the entire street into the sky, yet it could not shake the seemingly fragile pillar of glass in the slightest.
Upon seeing this, Set, the god of the yellow sand, suddenly bulged out the eyeball at the top of his scepter, and his pupil contracted into a dangerous thin line.
It roared in a deep voice, and the scepter slammed heavily into the air with a deafening boom.
"Be reduced to ashes!"
A torrent of lava, more than ten meters in diameter, shot out from the eyeball, the molten lava mixed with countless sharp grains of sand.
Wherever the torrent passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and the ground instantly became glassy, forming a crystal-clear ravine that stretched for a kilometer.
Several high-rise buildings that had not yet completely collapsed were swept by the aftershocks and instantly melted into molten iron.
But when this destructive torrent collided with the glass pillar of light, it melted away as quickly as snowflakes encountering a raging fire.
The lava began to solidify several meters away from Zhou Ping, and sand grains fell and piled up on the ground to form a small sand dune.
Finally, the god Amun could no longer restrain himself. The chains binding his entire body suddenly taut, emitting a sickening metallic scraping sound.
The countless human faces that make up its body opened their mouths at the same time, emitting sharp shrieks of different frequencies. These sound waves intertwined in the air to form an invisible mental shockwave.
"Go mad! Collapse!"
This attack is invisible and intangible, yet it is more terrifying than any physical damage.
Wherever it passed, the ground remained undamaged, but countless tiny cracks appeared in the air, as if the space itself was trembling.
In the distance, a building that had not yet collapsed suddenly burst open from the inside, not because of a physical impact, but because of an energy burst caused by the instantaneous mental breakdown of all the remaining creatures inside.