boyutpedia Chapter 297 The Riot Comes
Chapter 297 The Riot Comes
Looking at the fearless expression of the twelfth seat, the fourth seat frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.
Then, his gaze slowly turned to the sixth seat, with a hint of hint in his eyes.
The sixth seat seemed to have already understood what the fourth seat meant. There was no hesitation in his eyes, and he just nodded slightly.
He slowly picked up a sharp machete from the toolbox. The blade flashed coldly in the dim light, like a lightning that was about to cut through the darkness.
His actions were swift and decisive, without any delay.
The sixth seat walked in front of the twelfth seat. There was no fear or struggle on the twelfth seat's face. He just closed his eyes calmly, as if he had been prepared for it.
The sixth seat's breathing was a little rapid, but he quickly adjusted himself, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
He raised the machete high, and the blade flashed like lightning, instantly cutting through the air with a crisp sound.
"Whoosh-"
The machete landed precisely on the twelfth seat's neck, cutting his throat instantly.
Blood gushed out, forming a brief blood mist that was particularly dazzling in the night.
The twelfth seat's body trembled slightly, and then slowly fell down. His life ended at this moment without a struggle or a groan.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Sixth Seat moved swiftly and calmly. He raised his machete again, and with a single blow, he slashed through the Twelfth Seat's chest and abdomen.
The blade cut through the skin and muscles, making a slight tearing sound, and blood instantly dyed his hands red.
There was no hesitation in his movements, as if all this was just to complete a task.
As the sixth seat moved, a bead stained with blood and gastric juice rolled out of the body of the twelfth seat.
The bead is the size of a pebble, with a smooth and round surface, but it looks particularly strange against the backdrop of blood.
It rolled slightly on the ground and finally came to rest in the weeds.
The fourth seat's eyes were fixed on the bead that rolled to the ground. A cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated the secret hidden in the bead.
Without any hesitation, he quickly swung the hammer in his hand. It was a heavy and sturdy tool, and the hammer face gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the light.
With a low roar, the Fourth Seat concentrated all his strength on his arms, and the hammer drew a perfect arc and hit the bead heavily.
The originally smooth and round bead suddenly endured a huge impact force and made a crisp "click" sound.
In an instant, countless cracks appeared on the bead, spreading rapidly across the entire surface like a spider web.
Immediately afterwards, the bead shattered with a slight "bang", and the fragments flew everywhere, splashing a bloody splash of water.
Amidst the broken beads, a bronze blade about five or six centimeters long slowly emerged.
The surface of the blade emitted a faint green light, which flowed unsteadily, flickering in the darkness as if it had life.
Its shape is simple and exquisite, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, but it has a chilling sharpness.
The handle of the knife was engraved with intricate patterns, like some ancient runes, exuding a mysterious and peculiar aura.
The fourth seat's breathing quickened slightly, and a hint of excitement and anticipation flashed in his eyes.
He slowly squatted down and picked up the bronze blade carefully, as if afraid of disturbing it.
The blade trembled slightly in his hand, as if responding to his touch. As the green light flowed, an ancient and powerful aura emanated from the blade, making the surrounding air become solemn.
The fourth seat moved with extreme caution, as if the bronze blade in his hand was a priceless treasure.
He slowly squatted down, his knees lightly touching the ground, making a slight "creaking" sound.
His eyes were fixed on the blade, a hint of awe in them.
He stretched out his fingers and gently pinched the handle of the knife, applying a little pressure with his fingertips to ensure a firm grip, but he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of disturbing this mysterious weapon.
The runes on the hilt trembled slightly under his fingertips, as if responding to his touch.
The fourth seat took a deep breath and slowly stood up. His movements were so light that they were almost inaudible.
He came to the center of the clearing, and the weeds around him swayed gently in the breeze, as if accompanying his actions.
He raised the blade, his arm slightly bent, and the blade, with its flowing green light, flashed a cold light in the night.
His eyes were focused and determined, as if he was looking for some invisible target.
With a deep growl, he thrust the blade into the air.
"Crack." A crisp sound echoed in the silent night sky, as if it was the sound of space being torn apart.
Although the green knife was small, it seemed to contain endless power.
The tip of the knife pierced into the invisible and intangible space, instantly creating a small hole in the void.
The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this force, forming a tiny ripple, as if space itself was pierced by this mysterious blade.
Through this punctured gap in space, the night sky seemed to be torn open by a tiny crack.
A faint light flickered at the edge of the crack, as if it was the entrance to another world.
Deep in this crack, one can vaguely see a huge, towering black rune monument.
The outline of the long monument is faintly visible at the other end of the crack. It towers into the clouds, as if piercing the sky, giving people an incomparable solemnity and mystery.
The surface of the stele was engraved with complex runes, which glowed faintly in the dim light, as if some ancient and powerful power was flowing through them.
The lines of the runes are like flowing liquid, sometimes flickering, sometimes dimming, as if telling endless secrets.
The breath coming out of the cracks has an ancient and mysterious texture, as if it is a whisper from another time and space.
This breath contains an indescribable power that makes people feel awe unconsciously.
Seeing this scene, the fourth seat's face instantly blossomed with an unconcealable joy.
His eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had just made a major breakthrough.
He couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement in his voice:
"Haha, it really works. It really can break through the Master's 'mindscape'."
His laughter echoed in the night, sounding particularly hearty.
The sixth seat stood aside with a gratified smile on his face.
He nodded slightly, with a hint of pride and certainty in his tone:
"After all, it's a Sequence 035 [Blade of Delusion Breaking], specifically designed to deal with various sealed forbidden ruins. Breaking through the Master's 'Mindscape' shouldn't be a piece of cake."
His voice was low and powerful, as if endorsing the mysterious green knife.
His eyes were fixed on the knife, as if he saw the endless power hidden behind it.
The fourth seat did not stop his actions, he continued to swing the green knife in his hand.
The blade drew lines of green light in the night, as if they were sharp blades tearing through space.
He continued to thrust and stroke along the gap he had just made, his movements quick and powerful, like a woodpecker searching for insects hidden in a tree trunk.
Every swing of the blade was accompanied by a slight "click" sound, and the gap in space gradually widened with his efforts.
As time went by, the narrow gap continued to expand and eventually turned into a passage one person high.
A faint light flickered at the edge of the passage, as if it was the connecting point between two worlds.
Through the passage, the scene on the opposite side became clearer and clearer.
The ancient black town monument finally appeared completely before their eyes. Its outline was particularly clear at the other end of the passage, as if it was within reach.
The surface of the Zhenxu Monument is covered with traces of time, simple and solemn.
It stands there quietly, as if a guard of some ancient secret.
"I leave it to you." The fourth seat was panting, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, flickering faintly in the night.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, and it was obvious that the action of breaking through the space just now had consumed a lot of his physical strength.
He turned to look at the sixth seat, his eyes filled with trust and expectation, as if entrusting the next task to his most reliable companion.
The Sixth Seat nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and seriousness.
He bent down and picked up the heavy hammer from the ground.
The surface of the hammer looked particularly cold in the moonlight, as if it were an uncut stone.
The Sixth Seat gripped the hammer tightly, feeling its cold texture, and then slowly walked towards the body of the Twelfth Seat.
The body of the twelfth seat lay quietly on the ground, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding slightly.
The sixth seat squatted down, his movements were quick and decisive.
He used a hammer to gently cut the blood vessels of the twelfth seat. Suddenly, a stream of blood splashed out and splashed on the ground around it, making a slight "sizzling" sound.
The blood looked particularly glaring in the night, like a bunch of blooming red flowers.
The hammer seemed to have some strange suction power. When blood splashed onto its surface, it immediately began to absorb the blood.
In an instant, streams of blood-colored lines emerged from the surface of the hammer like winding streams.
These lines flashed with a strange red light, as if they were the blood vessels of a hammer, absorbing blood bit by bit.
The Sixth Seat gripped the hammer tightly, feeling the change in its surface temperature.
As the blood continued to be absorbed, the temperature of the hammer gradually increased, becoming warm and hot.
A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by concentration.
He continued to let the hammer absorb the blood of the Twelfth Seat until the last drop of blood was sucked away.
When the body of the Twelfth Seat became shriveled and no more blood flowed out, the hammer also completed its transformation.
The originally cold metal surface was now covered with a layer of blood-colored lines, as if it was dyed red by blood.
It was no longer an ordinary hammer, but a blood hammer that exuded a strange aura.
The sixth seat held the blood hammer tightly. The blood-colored patterns on the hammer flickered with a strange light in the night, as if telling of its power.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then took a big step and walked into the broken one-person-high passage.
The space inside the passage was narrow and depressing, and the air around it seemed to be distorted by some force, with a suffocating feeling of heaviness.
The footsteps of the Sixth Seat echoed in the corridor, and each step seemed particularly heavy, as if every step was fighting against invisible resistance.
His eyes were firm and focused, his gaze always fixed on the town ruins monument at the end of the passage.
As he walked in step by step, the light in the passage became dimmer and dimmer, and only the faint light coming in from the entrance could barely illuminate his way.
His figure cast a long shadow on the walls of the passage, which continued to lengthen and shorten as he moved forward, as if it was moving forward with him.
Finally, the sixth seat arrived under the Zhenxu Monument.
He stopped and looked up at the huge black ancient monument.