Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 23 The Bad Metaphor of the Stand

The method of enhancing physical endurance is not as good as Zhan Lan's Word of Endurance. Wen Lie refuses to feel fear, and the only things he can use are Anubis's Demon Sword Curse and Death Servant Cloak.

After Zheng Zha chanted the spell for eleven seconds, twenty percent of the blood clan's energy poured into the Black Scripture of the Undead. The Black Scripture of the Undead shot a ball of black mist towards the blade of the substitute god Anubis. The black mist wrapped around the blade and merged into it, turning the blade, which was as clear as a cold spring, into a shiny black light.

Wen Lie drew his sword and immediately heard the howling of the substitute god Anubis.

“Ahh! So good! So good! It’s coming in! The thick stuff is coming in!”

Wen Lie's hand trembled and he almost dropped the long sword.

"It feels like stuffing bitter watermelon and beaver oil into your butthole after being constipated for three days and three nights."

Wen Lie's arm trembled again.

"Hey, partner, you know what? Constipation is very painful. The Egyptians used to use bitter watermelon and beaver oil to make colon lubricants to treat constipation. The pharaohs also had professional anal shepherds. They would go to the river regularly and let the anal shepherds use hollow reeds to guide the water into the rectum..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"

Wen Lie couldn't hold it in any longer and threw the long sword to the ground.

He knew that his Stand Anubis would inadvertently say very misleading things, and he also knew that people in the JOJO worldview were good at using wonderful metaphors, but he didn't expect that the combination of the two would be so destructive.

Zheng Zha covered his face and turned his head to the side.

Using vampire energy, he can also see the substitute god Anubis and hear the voice of the substitute god Anubis.

Zhao Yingkong asked impatiently, "What on earth are you messing with?"

Wen Lie rubbed his cheek and picked up the substitute, God Anubis.

"Nothing. I was wondering, who is the target? This knife has been strengthened, so it needs a target to attack, right?"

Wen Lie found a reasonable reason.

Even he didn't want to talk about constipation.

"Ahem! We really need a suitable target. My Stand, Anubis, can easily cut through alloys. Chopping stone or iron won't show the effect of the spell." Zheng Zha covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Then, an idea struck him. He turned to Qi Tengyi and asked, "Is there any spell that can strengthen the summoned creature?"

"Let me see. Infernal Vitality? Injecting raw malice into a large number of undead creatures, making them move swiftly. Furthermore, they will become more skilled in using weapons. This seems to be what will be useful."

Qi Tengyi carefully pondered the meaning of the spell and pointed to one to show Zheng Zha.

Zheng Zha recited the spell awkwardly, and the blood energy in his body flowed into the Black Sutra of the Undead continuously.

Not until the remaining 40% of the energy in the body flowed into the Black Scripture of the Undead did the suction force from the Black Scripture of the Undead disappear.

Zheng Zha slumped on the sand, his face pale. He gasped and said, "This spell consumes a lot of energy... I feel like it absorbs as much energy as I have."

Wen Lie held the long sword in front of him and said calmly, "I see."

The ancient corpse's shriveled eyes lit up with faint ghostly fire. He twisted his neck and shook his arms, as if he was exercising his body.

Wen Lie's legs shook, the sand sank, and he had rushed out dozens of meters, the black blade slashing towards the ancient corpse's throat.

The ancient corpse raised his arm and swung an uppercut at the blade.

"clang!"

A sound like hammering iron was heard, and the demon sword rose up. Wen Lie's strength was not enough to suppress the attacked demon sword.

The ancient corpse suddenly took a step forward, instantly erasing the distance between them, and swung a straight jab towards Wen Lie's chest. Wen Lie keenly noticed that the surface of the jab was coated with a faint black light.

What the hell? Energy release?
Realizing the changes in the ancient corpse, Wen Lie kicked his heels and fell backwards, while the ancient corpse's fist passed in front of Wen Lie, and the pressure of the fist was like a hurricane, knocking Wen Lie's body to the ground.

What a heavy fist!
Wen Lie's face changed slightly. He pressed his left hand hard on the ground, twisted his body, and rolled over along the ground.

Just as the body moved half a meter away, the ancient corpse raised its right foot and slammed down like a battle axe.

"boom!"

A two-meter-deep pit exploded on the ground, and gushing yellow sand splashed in all directions. The sand hit Wen Lie's body like military BB bullets, and the strong shock wave knocked Wen Lie away.

Wen Lie fell more than ten meters away. If he hadn't had the reinforcement of his substitute, the god Anubis, he would have lost the ability to continue moving after this fall.

"hiss……"

Wen Lie took a breath in pain and ended up sucking sand into his mouth.

There was no time to spit it out, because the ancient corpse had already caught up with him, as if it had teleported. A gust of wind blew the surrounding yellow sand several meters high, and the wind pressure made Wen Lie breathless. He closed his mouth and held his breath. Seeing that the ancient corpse's raised right leg was about to fall again, Wen Lie had no time to dodge, so he held the knife in both hands and swung it horizontally at the ancient corpse's right leg.

The demon sword swung out with both arms split the layer of black light, and the force of the head-on confrontation pressed on Wen Lie like a dump truck. When the blade cut through the legs of the ancient corpse, Wen Lie's body sank into the sand. The heavy pressure made the sound of bones rubbing against each other in his body, and the yellow sand within a hundred meters radius was shaken and jumped up.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Wen Lie felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, yellow sand choked his mouth and nose, and his eyelashes were covered with sand and dust, forcing Wen Lie to squint his eyes.

The ancient corpse's calf flew up and then fell into the sand pit next to it.

After losing the calf, the ancient corpse lost its balance and fell forward, but it stretched out its hands to support the ground and jumped over Wen Lie.

Standing next to Wen Lie, the ancient corpse stopped moving.

Zheng Zha stood beside the sand pit and called out to Wen Lie in the pit, "Are you okay? Wen Lie."

"It's okay," Wen Lie said weakly while lying on the ground, "I just feel like it's dislocated."

When he tried to get up, he found that his arms hurt whenever he moved.

Zhao Yingkong jumped down, squatted beside Wen Lie, grabbed the dislocated shoulder bone, and pushed it upward with force.

"what!"

A severe pain arose in his shoulder, and Wen Lie couldn't help but scream.

However, the dislocated bone was pushed back to its original position. Wen Lie tried to move his arm. It still hurt a little, but it did not hinder his movement.

Seeing that Wen Lie was fine, Zheng Zha stood up and looked at the ancient corpse next to him. He patted the ancient corpse's body with his palm, feeling the recoil, and said with satisfaction: "The ancient corpse strengthened with Hell Vitality is very strong. It's almost as strong as me without the second-level gene lock."

Xiao Honglu asked, "Full strength? How strong is that? How much is it?"

Zheng Zha said, "About two or three tons of force, right? As for speed, I remember feeling the sound barrier in Alien 1. The maximum force of a second-order gene lock is about twelve times, dozens of tons? The maximum speed is about twice that, Mach ? That's about right."

"Ok?"

Wen Lie suddenly turned his head and looked at Zheng Zha.

This strength doesn't quite match his impression of Zheng Zha.

(End of this chapter)