LWGP - Chapter 215
Chapter 215: Sacrifice
Facing Song Yin's question, Wang Jiu frowned and gave an answer, "Originally, I wanted to create a slave similar to it."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed forward, both indicating the massive Frost Bone Dragon King and giving a command.
Under her command, nearly ten thousand Spirit Bodies, like her slaves, roared as they slaughtered all enemies.
They were even more ferocious than the Undead Race.
The Undead Race at least had thoughts.
But they did not. To Wang Jiu, they were slaves that could be controlled at will.
"I know why Great-Grandma was never willing to take me as a pet." Bai Bai couldn't help but complain in the small group chat while fighting.
Dao Dao, who had established a revolutionary bond of mutual complaining with her, couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Bai Bai: "She wants slaves that can be sacrificed and controlled at will at any time. But she cares for me, likes me, so she couldn't bear to have me as her pet."
Dao Dao: "???"
This logic… actually sounded quite reasonable.
Seeing that his master had turned the tables with such domineering flair, Wang Shu immediately relaxed and showed a big-brotherly gentleness: "As long as you're happy, Little Bai Bai. What I care about is when you'll turn white again."
Bai Bai: "…"
Fatty, you must be looking for death. I'll kill you after this war is over!
"But who is that person?" Liao Luo, having just dispatched a Golden BOSS with his dagger, took a moment to ask Xie Lu.
The expert in the floral shirt who had teleported in was still high in the sky. He had arrived just in time to see the Frost Bone Dragon King fall. Even though it hadn't been boxed yet, the meaning was about the same.
He was still stunned.
Xie Lu probably knew him. The man had a strange expression high in the sky, reporting back to the central high command. His ears were sharp; after hearing Liao Luo's words, he glanced over, then suddenly flew down. He casually slaughtered a large swath of the Undead Race, even kicking a Purple Gold BOSS away. However, he didn't fight the other experts for the BOSS loot. Instead, he asked Xie Lu.
"Holy shit, Ah Lu, Old Man Song spammed me with over a hundred messages, urging me on. I rushed like hell to finish the war in the northeast. Did I teleport here for nothing?"
Xie Lu didn't seem to care much for this person, even though he was a childhood friend. He gave him a look and said sarcastically, "Seeing how your eyes are wandering, you don't seem very lonely."
He had noticed it the moment the man teleported in. After staring in shock at the Frost Bone Dragon King for a moment, this scumbag's eyes hadn't stopped moving. He didn't dare look at Wang Jiu, but he hadn't missed anyone else.
Qiao Xuejing, Shen Wan, Lin Guiwan, Luo Sheng, and all the movie stars and celebrities from Snow Sea Forest Stream—he hadn't missed a single one.
And yet, this guy's talent was astonishingly high, earning him the title of a peerless genius.
The military had a love-hate relationship with him. His daily education wasn't tactical guidance, but lessons on the code of a moral model.
It was truly exasperating.
Fortunately, though, the man had some self-awareness and didn't dare look at Wang Jiu.
Xie Lu felt inexplicably relieved.
With the Frost Bone Dragon King's bones broken here, the morale of the Undead Race was cut in half. Coupled with such a terrifying army of slaughtering Spirit Bodies, what the Sichuan allied forces saw now was not hope, but victory.
Since victory was assured, it was time to fight for the spoils of war, wasn't it?!
Indeed, there was no greater temptation than profit. The people who had been struggling to survive, driven by a stream-of-consciousness desire to "protect" Sichuan, were now fighting with explosive energy, their combat power off the charts.
However, leaders like Liu Wuren remained calm. They quickly reined in their subordinates, who were like runaway horses, and maximized tactical monster-clearing to minimize losses. After all, the number of undead was still in the millions. With a destructive force like Wang Jiu not participating further, the outcome was still uncertain.
"Motherfucker, the shield is at only 8% HP! There are over a million civilians inside. How many of them can withstand being devoured by these undead? Even if we wipe them out in the end, how many can we save in time? That gate cannot fall! Everyone, fucking hold the line for me! The sky and ground defense lines cannot break! Whoever messes up, I'll deal with them by military law!!"
The upper echelons of the great Bashu Territory were mostly officials. Many had already been sacrificed in this battle. The survivors had held on until the very end with great difficulty. With victory in sight, they could not tolerate even the slightest mistake that might lead to the territory's gates being breached and the people inside slaughtered. Thus, their stern attitude managed to suppress the overeager crowd.
After the tide of battle was turned by the unorthodox tactics of Wang Jiu and her group, the situation stabilized. Now, they had to proceed steadily and surely. This was the orthodox art of war.
Liu Wuren, the Shanghai Old Lady, and the others maintained their command standards. As expected, the million-strong undead army did not rout immediately. On the contrary, realizing their king had been slain and their future was hopeless, their only hope now was to breach that territory and slaughter the humans inside.
This was the meaning of their battle.
Kill!
The battlefield remained a scene of bloody slaughter, but Wang Jiu was in no hurry to enter. Her army of Spirit Bodies had already appeared, and the ten White Bone Bodies had reached the ground, charging madly into the ranks of the undead.
Hearing her answer, Song Yin was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the ten White Bone Bodies.
"Them?"
If their judgment was correct, these ten were no ordinary Spirit Bodies. They must be the high-level Spirit Bodies she had created some time ago and had been cultivating for a while. They were likely the prototype for her plan. Next…
"Next, you would have them continuously slaughter and devour the undead, eventually evolving into the strongest corpse kings, just like the Frost Bone Dragon King. Your skills are sufficient to guarantee their success one hundred percent. If you were lucky, you might have been able to cultivate more than one, because the number of undead here is sufficient."
This woman was ruthless. From the very beginning, she hadn't seen the Undead Race as a disaster, but had been planning to use them as a resource.
Originally, there was nothing wrong with this path, but now an accident had occurred.
The appearance of the Frost Bone Dragon King had forced her to expend nearly all her Spirit Power, essence, and spirit. Now, she could no longer seize the opportunity to create her own half-legendary corpse king slave.
Originally, if this plan had succeeded, she would have had a terrifying trump card to easily handle the upcoming rescue of the Old Lady. But now, that was impossible. At most, she had obtained a large amount of resources and the fruits of victory from this war?
It was hard to say whether the gains outweighed the losses. After all, every effort yields a return. One could only say that this woman did not like others disrupting her rhythm.
Geniuses are mostly obsessive.
In her vision, this battle was never supposed to be lost, and her personal gains were supposed to include a half-legendary corpse king slave.
Regarding the rescue of the Old Lady, her calculations were bone-deep. She would not tolerate such a deviation, which was why she had been displeased and irritable before.
"Why are you asking so clearly? Stalling for time?"
Song Yin: "I just wanted to confirm if you've been severely wounded. That would give me some comfort, so I don't feel like all my scheming has been for nothing."
Wang Jiu glanced at him, not hiding the fact that the Book of Immortality was constantly repairing her body. To reverse such a massive amount of Witch Drain, she had expended more than just Spirit Power.
It was a kind of depletion.
She was exhausted now, but Song Yin smiled and said, "You're about to die, just like me."
"Because the excessive consumption will make you unable to suppress its sacrifice. The time will be moved up."
His words were calm and composed, as if he were scheming until death.
It was also like a curse.
The curse… it formed.
Wang Jiu's brow furrowed, and she pressed her lips together tightly. She was enduring, but her body did indeed release a cloud of gray gas.
It was just a small cloud at first, but it made everyone's hair stand on end and caused all the undead to scream in terror.
The playboy who had "teleported for nothing" was still hitting on Qiao Xuejing while fighting. Suddenly sensing this aura, his dissolute smile vanished, and his expression instantly turned grave. He slew a Purple Gold BOSS in one strike, then turned and shot into the sky, watching the ferocious gray phantom that was growing wildly behind Wang Jiu.
Its presence wasn't grand, but it seemed even more terrifying than the Frost Bone Dragon King.
He knew full well how terrifying it was and contacted the central command immediately.
At this moment, Song Yuanqiao and the others, who had been rejoicing that the Sichuan crisis was temporarily resolved, were shocked to suddenly receive this news.
"A Witch Dao vortex? That's impossible! A witch's sacrifice has always required an altar. How could it form out of thin air?"
"What did you say! It came from Wang Jiu's body?"
In his alarm, the teacup in Song Yuanqiao's hand shattered. He shot to his feet.
His face was filled with shock, and it seemed he had thought of something.
Perhaps he recalled some of Lin Zi's past overprotective behaviors toward Wang Jiu. And how, after adopting Wang Jiu, she had changed her will and insisted on giving the potion to Wang Jiu. Even when her superiors disagreed, she lobbied ceaselessly. She, a person who hated nagging others, had spared no effort to pull strings to get the agreement passed. And even though she had been extremely resistant to research because of Jiong Jiong's disappearance, she later participated with such fervor that she forgot to eat or sleep.
In truth, all the clues had been there.
Song Yuanqiao's eyes suddenly reddened with pain and despair.
It had appeared, and it was early.
Like an inescapable fate, its terror was evident from how the once-raging battlefield was instantly stunned into silence.
Everyone stared in terror at the gray, gaseous phantom behind Wang Jiu. It twisted as if it could devour spacetime, yet it also seemed to connect to another dimension.
An ancient, terrifying burial ground where gods and demons dwelled.
Desolate, and filled with a desire for flesh and blood.
Its desire fell upon Wang Jiu. Or rather, it condensed a claw and reached out toward Wang Jiu's back.
For some people, Wang Jiu's "back" seemed to hold a mysterious and dangerous meaning.
For example, Wen Juanzhi, Shen Wan, and others who had some fragmented understanding of Wang Jiu.
Xie Jiang had once caught a fleeting glimpse of her bathing, and she had nearly killed him that day.
That kind of viciousness, that kind of hidden, inviolable killing intent.
It stemmed from her untouchable back.
Today, it had finally appeared.
Song Yin was smiling, waiting, pious and wistful.
Meanwhile, Wang Jiu frowned, enduring the tearing pain in her back. Finally, she raised her hand. Myriad green tendrils burst from the ground, grabbing some corpses and entangling all the believers and little demon kings.
Yes, those people. In their terror, they were dragged away before they could react.
This scene was a bit terrifying, just like in a fantasy novel where a demon sweeps in on a demonic wind to abduct living people… to eat them raw?
No, she didn't eat them. But she strung them up and offered them directly to the phantom.
Flesh and blood… whose flesh and blood isn't flesh and blood?
If the amount required could be satisfied by one sacrifice, and it could also be satisfied by others, then couldn't that one sacrifice escape its fate?
This scene was simply insane, horrifying, and even violated the moral principles of human civilization.
But Wang Jiu did it without batting an eye, not caring in the least about the reactions of others on the battlefield.
Of course, after the shock and terror, many people also had a moment of realization.
Some mysteries were finally solved.
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