Above Destiny

Chapter 568 Blood and Arms (Thanks to the Alliance Leader, Destiny Raven)
The way of the white deer is to hide itself.

Unlike the magnificent displays of the Heavenly Origin Path, which often lurk in dark corners or even hide thousands of miles away, their sudden attacks are like a white rainbow piercing the sun, a comet striking the moon, or a hawk swooping down on the palace.

Even when on the verge of death, they can unleash unimaginable power.

Just as Ji Jue saw with his flying light, An Ning's attack, even in its weakest state, was enough to kill the wolf in the blood.

If the highest realm of the Heavenly Origin Way is to subdue the enemy without fighting, then the most exquisite aspect of the White Deer Way is also this kind of intimidation that makes all opponents shudder and dare not truly confront or oppose it.

Before a white deer is about to make a real move, no one knows when, where, or under what circumstances this thunderous strike will occur.

Similarly, this also means that when the Heavenly Origin Path had no choice but to engage in armed conflict, it had already fallen into a disadvantageous position. And the moment a white deer truly appeared in front of the enemy, it lost its most terrifying threat!

When the other party conceals their identity and hides in the shadows.

Ji Jue didn't even realize when he boarded the Prosperity, and he didn't even know the other party was there before using the Image Mirror.

However, there were some doubts about the number of enemies.

Only when Hibet charged straight toward him did he truly become suspicious. But the Great Path is not without ways to pinpoint the enemy's location. If one has techniques like Oath of Vengeance or Bloodlust, one can even sense the opponent's location across half of the mortal realm.

It wasn't until all of Hibbert's companions were dead, and Hibbert, instead of running away, continued to pester him, that he truly realized the other party's purpose.

The moment that secrecy is lost, the opponent has already lost half the battle.

When the other party didn't take this opportunity to escape, but instead became so arrogant that they launched a surprise attack, Ji Jue couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Such astonishing fighting spirit, such surprising secret weapon, such calm and resolute confidence—they must be the cream of the crop among wolves.

Unfortunately, it's not.

"So he's just a nobody."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, glancing at the sharp edge emanating from his chest, and sighed regretfully.

The attack, which had been building up and suppressing its power for so long, was able to penetrate the immovable defense, break through the chain of reinforcement and non-aggression blessings of the Earth and the Sea, pierce through the body, and affect the soul.

It will hit the target!

It has to be said that through countless trials and tribulations, his skill has reached a level of perfection!
At the moment the attack was launched, Ji Jue couldn't find a chance to defend or dodge. He even had the illusion that the attack was launched only after the blow had already struck him.

Almost turning time upside down.

The moment the opponent decided to strike, his enemy had already been pierced through by this attack!

The incomparably sharp iron light, existing between existence and non-existence, instantly pierced through the armor and heart, protruding from Ji Jue's chest. The power contained within it simultaneously nailed the soul and the body. As the iron light disintegrated and erupted, what spewed out was a pure and outrageous ferocity and murderous intent.

Just like the poisonous arrow that Ji Jue once hurled at Jian Yuan, the moment it touched its opponent, it penetrated into every crevice, annihilating all spiritual essence, shattering all souls, and disintegrating all consciousness.

Theoretically speaking, that is indeed the case.

Unfortunately, Jian Yuan was a master craftsman, while Ji Jue... the evil things in his soul were far more powerful than those of this little Karami!

Chun Jun merely trembled slightly, thus repelling the overwhelming impact that swept over his soul, as if blocking a negligible breeze, without even causing any damage.

The soul's reflection, adorned with a seven-pointed crown and engulfed in flames of mortal destruction, chewed up the wisp of malevolent killing intent that had invaded its soul like a snack.

It even felt a little bland.

As for the simultaneous destruction of the physical body, Ji Jue's heart was instantly pulverized, but before that, it had already turned into metal and severed its connection with the surrounding tissues.

It disintegrated in an instant, but then, under the control of the Triad Alchemy, it was reassembled and reforged, returning to its original form without even a scratch.

And if the first strike misses, then...

Now it's my turn!

In that instant, the white deer that had just made its strike didn't even have time to escape before it saw Ji Jue's body rapidly expand.

No, it's not Ji Jue who's expanding.

It was Longshan armor, which suddenly split apart as if it had exploded!
From helmet to armor, it unfolds like a carpet from top to bottom. Then, countless parts and machines, like living things, shoot out of Ji Jue's body and, with a roar, swallow the astonished white deer into its 'belly'!

In an instant, the armor, which had been flipped inside out, turned into a cage.

Complete lockdown.

Immediately afterwards, bizarre structures resembling long nails wedgeed out from the outside in, penetrating into the armor, while a massive amount of mercury surged and solid alchemy froze.

After a series of shattering sounds, silence fell.

The second model is packaged and placed in a cabinet.

Next up is the third one in front of us...

Hibernate stood frozen in place, as if he were terrified, staring blankly at everything... The punch that was originally so close to Ji Jue's head could not even cross that last short gap.

It froze in mid-air.

Even though Ji Jue had already taken off his armor, he stood arrogantly in front of him. If that iron fist had only moved forward an inch further, it would have been enough to destroy him completely.

But now, the blood flames swirling around the iron fist are dissipating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

My body stiffened and stopped, no longer under my control.

Can't move!

Only their expressions remained, violently contorted, struggling again and again, gradually convulsing, gradually turning to terror...

Only after the connection with the priest was completely severed, the terrifying numerical value vanished without a trace, and they were completely reduced to their original state, did they finally feel the belated pain.

Head, arms, abdomen, and even...

heart!

Between the flesh torn apart by Pan Ying, a heart that had just healed was exposed, along with a bone knife that had somehow been inserted into the heart.

It was only because of the shockwave from Ji Jue's head-pressing strike that his consciousness and matrix lost control for a moment amidst the spiritual impact.

But in that instant, his future was decided.

Compassion sprang from Ji Jue's mechanized wrist, pierced his heart, and took over this exhausted body.

It forcibly severed the connection between the soul and the body, cut off all nerves, and even caused the ligaments and muscles to become completely ossified.

The outcome is already decided, but not now.

Rather, it was the very moment Ji Jue lost interest...

At this moment, amidst the lingering storm, the Prosperity was deathly silent, with only three Chosen One bodies, covered in mercury and vacuum-packed, placed before the craftsman.

Accept the selection.

"One, two, three... only three?"

Ji Jue habitually took out his calculator and started calculating: "One has been completely corrupted. If we disregard the blessing, it is somewhat useful as material. Let's say 1,200 yuan for 100 grams. With some nurturing, it should yield several hundred kilograms more."

A white deer... Oh, a white deer.

The white deer have been killed too many times, their bodies are no longer of any use, and their souls are left behind to be used as batteries. It would take a long time to extract the blessings and sell them off piecemeal, so the only option is to package them up and sell them to the Tianping Merchant Guild.

There's another large group of people who are just blank slates at the reborn rank, living off the priests. Even a dog would shake its head at them. How exactly do you three manage to survive?

That's it? "

Ji Jue frowned, glanced at the completely paralyzed Sibert, and suddenly asked, "Is there anything else?"

Hibbert stood there, stunned, his pupils trembling and contracting in terror.

"I'm asking you—"

Ji Jue impatiently moved closer, his cold face surveying the materials about to be disassembled:
"—Anything else?"

"..."

Hibbert's lips trembled, opening and closing with difficulty, but no sound came out.

Emerging from the shadows, he finally felt it...

What is called despair.

After working all night, Ji Jue finally cleaned up the mess these guys had made, and also sorted, disassembled, and stored the materials.

Time was of the essence, and preservation had to be done promptly, so the questioning process was automatically omitted.

Anyway, you won't get any answers from asking.

We are all Didi Chuxing agents, and we all take orders on the Huangji platform. It's not good for anyone to do this kind of business that involves lives face to face. Therefore, it is extremely rare for us to bypass the platform and contact the employer directly.

Even if you ask, you won't get any information.

The reason for asking is that the situation forces us to. Life in the Middle Kingdom is not easy. We are all trying our best to live, and it would be pointless to spoil our appetite.

Being ambushed and beaten before even entering the door is bad enough; there's no need to make things worse for yourself.

I'll make a note of this first, and look it up later!
It wasn't until dawn that Ji Jue finally managed to repair the Prosperity, which was almost unrecognizable.

If Isis were here, there would be no need for such trouble. With the Hand of Isis, the efficiency would be increased by dozens or even hundreds of times, and it would be done directly.

Fortunately, the riot cats on board, ready for delivery, were intact. Otherwise, the prison guard who had just finished working overtime and sent seven or eight 60-second voice messages would probably be vomiting blood again. At this moment, Ji Jue finally had time to reach out and draw the Pan Ying sword from the secret artifact, examining the emblem on its spine.

The priest's branding marks were [bacteria] and [scars], and right after those two familiar symbols, there was actually half a new emblem, which immediately invigorated Ji Jue!

Shipped!
After killing so many big shots over half a year, I've finally run into one myself!
only……

Why half?

Ji Jue frowned, his fingers tracing the surface, and instantly, the sacrificial ritual inherited from the High Priest surged into his heart.

—The Six-Day Ghost: Bloodstained Wrist!
As one of the six priests who were once among the Six Evils, he is different from the bacteria that unifies and integrates everything, and he is also different from the scars that exchange wounds for wounds and grow stronger with each battle...

The blessing bestowed by Blood Arm perfectly matched Ji Jue's preconceived notion about the big bosses—numerical values, numerical values, and more numerical values.

Numbers are the only reason for large groups!

The Blood Arm works like this: it consumes one's own blood and spiritual energy to multiply one's power! The more blood consumed and the more spiritual energy burned, the more exaggerated the increase in power becomes, and it increases exponentially!

Double it! Double it! Double it again!
As long as your physique can withstand it, then the ability to "suppress mountains and rivers and shatter the heavens" is not just empty talk.

Even a blind man imprisoned for 100,000 years, upon receiving such a sacrificial inheritance, would likely exclaim: "So powerful..."

Unfortunately, the cost was quite high.

On the surface, the offerings are only one's own blood and spirit, but in the tradition of burnt offerings, they also represent life and soul.

In short, what's being deducted is the upper limit.

Each time it is used, a portion of life and soul is consumed. The more it is used, the more is deducted, and the deduction is also multiplied!
The more you get carried away, the more your rank will stagnate, and you might even drop in rank due to excessive consumption.

As for maintaining restraint... well, there's no such thing as a large group!

They've all formed large groups, and fighting is as common as eating and drinking; the concept of valuing peace doesn't even cross their minds.

The more one resonates with the priest, the more one becomes accustomed to and dependent on this power, and conversely, the more one overestimates oneself.

If you're not careful, you might overdo it and end up exploding.

Or perhaps, overconfidence leads to encountering an invincible opponent, resulting in a crushing defeat. Even if one wins, excessive exertion could lead to a premature death.

During the process of the blessing taking effect, the intense pain can cause the inheritor to lose their composure and become completely berserk.

Violence is part of this gift, inescapable, and extremely prone to turning into something vile.

It's useful, but it's also incredibly easy to die from!
So much so that after so many years... with everyone dying, the blood arm's legacy has long been completely severed!
As for the good-for-nothing in front of Ji Jue, he was just a sacrificial object that he happened to dig up when he was short of money. He was just a blind cat who stumbled upon a dead mouse. Without any guidance or instruction, he was a half-baked expert who didn't know the right way at all.

After losing the constant offerings and sacrifices, the last vestige of spirituality remaining in the High Goodness of the Priest's Blood Arm has almost been completely worn away, and it is currently in a state where it is just one breath away from being completely annihilated.

Even the emblem is now only half intact!

Upon sensing Pan Ying's presence, the wisp of spirituality, weakened to its limit, almost whimpered and nearly lunged forward to call him "godfather."

Dad, why are you only just getting back?!

I'm hungry, hurry up and get me something to eat!

Food? Go eat farts!
Ji Jue glanced at the tattered inscription on the spine of the sword and couldn't help but sigh: "You guys are all pushing yourselves to the brink of death... You guys really have something to do!"

It's definitely a good thing, but unfortunately, Ji Jue is just an ember, and he doesn't have the abnormal physique that Da Qun has!

His health and mana bars are both limited, but other people's health and mana are not recognized by Blood Arm. After all, 'sacrifice for gain' is the nature of the group, so there is no way to stack the values ​​without blinking.

However, on the other hand...

Nobody said that Pan Ying insisted on using it himself!
He stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then couldn't help but look at the calf and horse next to him, which were standing there dumbfounded with their bellies turned up.

Suddenly, he grinned.

The calf instinctively shuddered, tucked its tail between its legs, and tried to run away without looking back.

Too scary!

For many, the long night passed by in a flash.

Not only were the subjects on Ji Jue's dissection table feeling the ordeal, with each day feeling like an eternity, but alarms were also sounding at the military base in Zhongtu Tacheng.

Due to the sudden storm, the cloud formations, which were completely out of the ordinary weather pattern, completely blocked the vital shipping lanes between the Central Plains and the Federation!

The chaotic electromagnetic field during the storm had completely blocked all communication and positioning methods, causing many ships fully loaded with phlogiston crude oil to stop and observe the situation.

Amidst rumors and speculation, the price of phlogiston fuel in China has begun to fluctuate – who knows which idiot came up with this, everyone's cursing!

At this critical juncture, the Federation is like a sensitive skin, reacting with extreme intensity to the slightest disturbance.

What are you doing?
I simply don’t know how to live or die!
The military base in Tacheng has entered a state of emergency, with all personnel returning to their posts immediately, and warships are being prepared for escort.

The pilots of fighter jets and airships had been on standby all night, ready to take off at any time.

"What a big event."

The burly major with a thick beard stood at the port, smoking a cigar and gazing at the thick fog that wouldn't dissipate in the distance: "I heard they came for your friend."
If you ask me, your friend is probably not very likable.

Beside him, Tong Shan shrugged, thinking hard for a moment.

Then, it was hard not to nod in agreement.

“Indeed, Ji Jue sometimes doesn’t really care about what others think.” He paused for a moment and sighed, “But most of the time he’s very reliable, and as a friend and companion, he’s reassuring.”

Major Liang Mo was slightly taken aback, raising his eyebrows. He hadn't expected to hear such a comment from Tong Shan, who was known for his composure.

"Is he more reliable than you?"

"Well, how should I put it..."

Tong Shan's expression grew increasingly complicated: "In Xiao Xue's words—if you find that some things have become so outrageous that you can hardly rely on me, then you should rely on him."

"Sounds like firefighters?"

"No, he actually prefers to add fuel to the fire. If you leave it alone, he'll blow the whole fire and all the problems to smithereens."

If we can't win, then we all lose together.

Tong Shan laughed as he spoke, his voice filled with delight: "That guy, that's just how he is."

"...It's too abstract, I can't even imagine it." Liang Mo glanced over: "On the contrary, I'm a little curious, how come you didn't react at all in this unexpected situation?"

"Because there's absolutely no need for it."

Tong Shan shook his head calmly: "That guy is probably secretly happy right now that he actually got material delivered to his door."

And actually, there's no need to make a big fuss; the storm will soon pass.

As if hearing his words, the persistent fog and thick clouds at the edge of the gray-black sea began to dissipate rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Satellite observations indicate that the unusual weather conditions are ending.

Only after the massive electromagnetic interference dissipated did the command center finally discover... the signal that had appeared on the base's radar at some unknown time.

Almost face-to-face!

In the instant you realize it, it's already almost within reach!
If it weren't for the military's identification signal and verification sequence code, the radar and fire control would probably have sounded the alarm, and the entire base would have had to enter a state of emergency combat readiness.

At this moment, amidst the boiling, spreading mist on both sides, a massive, dark silhouette was advancing majestically from the horizon!

"See, I told you so..."

Tong Shan sighed softly, patted his old friend on the shoulder, and walked towards the berth first.

Only Liang Mo remained, stunned in place.

He remained motionless for a long time.

Unable to resist any longer, I removed the cigar from my lips:
"Holy crap—"

The familiar stench and putrid smell gradually emerged in the sea breeze.

And above the gloomy sky and iron-gray sea after the storm, the cargo ship, which seemed to be moving silently like a nightmare, gradually grew larger until it revealed its true form.

The detached armor, the peeling paint, the slightly damaged hull, and even the piles of various monster remains on the deck... and even the three unrecognizable corpses hanging on the ropes at the bow!

A gentle breeze blew by, and the empty corpses swayed, collided, and drifted in the wind like bells.

Whenever a breeze blows through the wide-open skull, it makes a buzzing sound, like playing a flute.

Thick, sticky blood trickled down from the deck and the corpses, dripping into the sea like a sparse, cruel rain.

And so, the raindrops fell softly, leaving a scarlet trail on the sea wherever they went.

It's like a monster that just stepped out of a horror story...

It looked down disdainfully at all the prying eyes that came its way, and continued forward on its own.

And so it was filled with corpses and death.

Amidst the bloodshed and carnage, the Prosperity Ship arrived silently!

(End of this chapter)