The Law of Heaven

Chapter 33 Happy Little Qi
The moment the screams echoed through the canyon, Izawa, as the team captain, reacted, clenching his right fist into a scorching fist and throwing a punch.

This punch was like a cannon firing, blasting away the monster that was pouncing on and tearing at the team member with a single blow.

The fireworks flashed and faded in the air, illuminating the teammates' night vision goggles with their own light, and they secretly marveled at the sight.

This is the strength of a captain-level member of the third combat sequence.

Flame Fist, Izawa!
The monster crashed into the boulder with a chilling howl. It was a pale, withered humanoid creature with a charred hole in its emaciated body. Its long limbs were curled up, trembling and convulsing.

Just as the team members were about to rush in to finish off the enemy, Izawa shouted, "Don't go over there, be careful!"

With a soft "poof," a tentacle emerged from the humanoid creature's mouth, spewing out a thick, fishy acidic liquid.

The acid spilled onto the ground, instantly corroding the soil and causing the flowers and plants to wither and melt into liquid.

The entire team was terrified. If their captain hadn't warned them, they might have been seriously injured or even killed on the spot!
Jiang Youqing frowned slightly. It was the first time for everyone to enter the other side of the Misty Mountain, and she didn't know why only the captain was able to predict the monster's attack in advance.

But she didn't say anything, and casually summoned a thick steel bar, which pierced the monster's head like an arrow.

With a snap, blood and brain matter splattered out.

The monster is dead.

Everyone turned around and saw that a piece of flesh had been torn from the neck of the attacked teammate, and blood was gushing out. He looked like he was about to die.

Seeing this, Izawa quickly took out his medical kit, took out a pure white slug, and placed it on the injured person's neck, saying, "Relax, take a deep breath."

The slug secreted fluids that temporarily stopped the bleeding, and the wound began to heal slowly.

"It still has to be the captain's life slug. I wonder when I'll be able to find a biological living creature."

One person exclaimed, "But this thing can bite a person's neck in one bite, what is it?"

The team crowded around to examine the monster's corpse. The organ that could spew acid looked like a mutated tongue, wet and slimy like a tentacle, and could secrete liquid.

"It's disgusting."

"It looks like she's female."

"No, I'm going to throw up."

"This is a Dead Apostle, and it has evolved more than once. The reason it grew that tentacle is because its evolutionary direction was aberration, and it has been trapped here for too long without being able to get fresh flesh and blood, which is why it is so emaciated."

After Captain Izawa finished treating the wounded, he reminded them, "Some of you may not have seen a Dead Apostle after they have completed their evolution. Their bodies undergo a certain mutation, exhibiting inhuman characteristics, which is extremely dangerous."

Someone squatted in the grass and stared for a long time before suddenly muttering, "With such a flexible tongue, wouldn't it be great if this monster had a husband?"

The entire team was stunned, their scalps tingling: "No, buddy, this guy shouldn't, at least not..."

Izawa pointed helplessly at the monster and said, "These tentacles probably have teeth too. One bite and you'll lose three pounds of flesh. Do you want to try it?"

"Yes, without the Life Slug, Brother Li wouldn't have been saved. This monster seems to have abandoned its abilities and fully enhanced its physical attributes; it's so fast I can't even see it clearly."

"Only the one with a big appetite among us can handle it. If it really comes down to it, let her go first. She can take a beating."

At the back of the squad was an overweight guy, who looked to be over 400 pounds. He silently carried the equipment like a giant, chewing on chocolate.

Normally, someone of her size wouldn't be selected for combat, but she had special abilities and was exceptionally chosen.

"Xiao Li, come here."

Jiang Youqing waved: "Follow me, ignore them."

At that very moment, a dense rustling sound suddenly rang out from the dark and silent grass, as if countless giant pythons were winding their way through the grass, sending chills down one's spine.

But if it really is a giant python, that would be wonderful.

But unfortunately it is not.

Countless scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness.

A pale, withered monster could be vaguely seen moving in the darkness, as agile as an ape, yet as ferocious as a lion or tiger.

"Something's wrong here!"

Izawa's expression changed drastically: "All units on alert! Formation number five! It seems we've stumbled upon the Dead Apostles' lair. We must evacuate as quickly as possible!"

With a deafening roar, gunfire erupted.

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Aihara also realized that something was wrong.

At first, he was personally testing the attack mechanisms of the zombies, but he soon discovered that a pale, withered humanoid creature was lurking in the dense forest, as agile and brutal as the alien in science fiction movies.

At first glance, it's quite terrifying, but its aura is very similar to that of the Dead Apostles, only more insane and cruel.

It must be a product of failed evolution.

This mutated Dead Apostle initially did not show any aggression towards him; they remained at peace, facing each other across the bushes. However, this peaceful atmosphere was completely shattered after he unintentionally unleashed his abilities.

The moment Aihara activated his Alaya consciousness and the dragon bone bracelet on his wrist materialized, countless mutated undead leaped out of the darkness, like a mountain of corpses and a horde of zombies.

The mutated Dead Apostles rushed towards him like ravenous ghouls, scaring him so much that he turned and ran.

"Holy crap, did I guess wrong? I thought the Dead Apostles and Walkers triggered their attack mechanisms because they felt fear, but my emotions were perfectly stable just now, so I shouldn't have been the target of the attack."

Could it be that these mutated Dead Apostles sensed my hostility and launched the attack? But that doesn't make sense either; I don't have the ability to fight back, I just wanted to observe.

Could it be because the ancient relic I fused with is the Alaya consciousness, and this is a Heavenly Principle level ancient relic…?

It turned out to be the case.

Aihara understood.

There is only one slumbering principle in this city.

Mirage Dragon!

The Dead Apostles became what they are today because they incorporated the genes of the Mirage Dragon, which caused them to mutate during evolution and turn them into beasts.

The artifacts that Aihara merged with were also ancient relics of the highest level.

"It's highly likely to be the aura of the Alaya consciousness, which is an irresistible temptation for the Dead Apostles. It's like a sweet-looking seductress suddenly appearing on the streets of Chengdu; it would be strange if she didn't swarm around her!"

Aihara sprinted along the bushes, easily leaping onto a crooked tree. Relying on the reaction force of the rapidly expanding mental field, he shot towards the cliff on the opposite bank like a cannonball.

In the instant he leaped, he saw the bottomless abyss filled with torrential rain and thick fog at the bottom of the cliff.

He landed lightly, rolled over to dissipate the momentum, and when he looked back, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The mutated Dead Apostles possessed extraordinary physical abilities, and were able to leap over the cliff to catch up with them with just a powerful bound.

They moved nimbly on all fours, deftly dodging the boulder obstacles on the ground, as agile as ghosts.

"Grass."

Seeing this, Aihara raised his hand, and the expanding field of his will shook the torrential rain. Like a powerful energy wave, it hit the Death Apostles who had leaped into the air and exploded with a bang!

The dead men screamed instinctively, stunned and disoriented, and fell off the cliff one after another.

But this is Aihara's maximum contribution so far.

This could only stop one wave of the Dead Apostles' attack; deep in the dense forest, an endless tide of dark shadows darted about.

Aihara had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly froze again.

A dense rustling sound came from the darkness.

Blood-red pupils lit up in the darkness.

Like being surrounded by wolves.

"I'll take care of your uncle!"

Aihara plunged headlong into the dense forest, rampaging wildly, his mental field constantly vibrating like a drumbeat.

The Dead Apostles crashed into the field of consciousness as if they had run into an impregnable wall, leaving them bloodied and battered.

Aihara was caught in a dilemma.

If he doesn't use the Alaya consciousness, he will be besieged. If he continues to use the Alaya consciousness, the number of his followers will only increase.

Aihara had no choice but to lead his henchmen on a marathon through the rugged, muddy mountain roads.

This run lasted a full four hours.

On the rain-soaked mountain road, the pale and withered dead followers gathered in increasing numbers, probably exceeding five hundred. They ran wildly on all fours, sometimes even trampling their own kind.

Aihara was the leader of this marathon team. He didn't know where he was running. He just heard the faint sound of gunfire ahead and rushed forward.

We ran down the mountain road and plunged into the canyon.

The area ahead is likely the company's battle formation.

Aihara could only hope that they were carrying weapons of mass destruction, such as rockets.

In the dim jungle, the firelight flickered as the combat units, relying on their powerful firepower, broke through the encirclement of the Dead Apostles. Each of them was disheveled and covered in mud.

He was clearly exhausted from being tormented by the Dead Apostles.

"Hold on a little longer. Once we break through the encirclement, we'll reach our destination. Then, once we plant the bomb, we can..." Izawa's roar abruptly stopped.

His expression changed, and he said breathlessly, "Did you hear any strange noises?"

The team members looked at each other, back to back, and turned to look at a rugged mountain road, muttering, "Holy crap."

Even Jiang Youqing was shocked at this moment.

Not long ago, the strange man captured by drones reappeared, but this time he was backed by a massive army of Dead Apostles, looking like a horde of rabid zombies capable of devouring all life in the mountains.

The strange man was still waving his hand and shouting something through the torrential rain, probably demanding that they surrender.

The most terrifying scene in the misty mountain has appeared.

The squad stormed into Death's lair.

Now Death is leading his dark army, determined to wipe out the invaders!
"Captain, what should I do?"

Someone said with a sad face.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Izawa couldn't help but curse, then turned and ran, yelling, "What else can we do? Run!"

The entire team sprinted away, even the usually calm Jiang Youqing ran incredibly fast without looking back.

"Don't run away, holy crap!"

Aihara looked at this scene with despair. His clone was also nearing its limit, showing signs of disintegration. Even the donkeys in the production team didn't have this kind of endurance.

Countless dead men lurked in the rain-soaked jungle; countless scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, and their chilling breaths were as terrifying as those of wild beasts.

Originally, the battle formation was already exhausted, but Aihara's provocation unleashed their potential amidst fear, and they broke through the encirclement in one fell swoop.

OK OK.

But Aihara has no potential left!
He came here using a clone.

It seems his clone is going to meet its end here today.

pity.

He messed up his first heterocentric journey.

That is at this moment.

Suddenly, the misty mountain fell silent.

The torrential rain seemed to float in the dark sky, and the mist that filled the mountain streams surged violently, vaguely condensing into rugged outlines and shapes, like a god descending.

The silence was broken by the furious roar of a dragon!

The torrential rain caused tremors.

The mountains were also trembling.

The sand and stones rolled and tumbled, shaking and trembling countless lush, towering ancient trees, and swirling withered leaves into the air.

It was as if the fire of divine wrath was ignited in the darkness, and eyes flowing with molten gold pierced through the thick fog, exuding nobility and majesty!

"Oh, God."

Exhausted and out of breath, Izawa looked up at the miraculous scene and murmured, "If I had another chance, no matter how much I was offered, I wouldn't come to this godforsaken place again. Really, I want to go home and find my mother."

The team members also stopped in their tracks.

None of them are fools.

They all understood what was going on.

It is known that the ancient principle of Heaven has gone berserk due to some external stimulus, and is devouring his dead followers without regard for the cost, indulging in gluttony.

At this moment, with such a dense concentration of Dead Apostles, will the ancient principle of gluttony descend upon us?

The answer is obvious.

They've already arrived.

"What a little glutton."

Jiang Youqing rarely made a sarcastic remark, saying expressionlessly, "Even if it's not the real body descending, but just the manifestation of authority, it's enough to devour everything here."

"Who the hell did this despicable thing?"

Someone said in indignation, "Damn it!"

boom!
The fog swept in like a tsunami, and countless bronze-faced demons vaguely appeared in the surging thick fog, like giant dragons poking their heads out of the clouds and devouring everything.

The screams of the dead, the sounds of flesh being torn apart, and the cracking of bones mingled together in the deafening roar.

The mountains trembled. Aihara crouched in the grass, covering his head, cursing loudly, "Which damned bastard provoked the Mirage Dragon like this? I'll kill his grandpa!"

However, when the surging fog swept over Aihara's head like a tide, he was not swallowed up.

The oppressive aura swept across.

He seemed to sense that someone had glanced at him.

His eyes seemed to hold a hint of surprise.

Within the swirling mist, it seemed as if countless giant dragons with bronze demon masks were coiled and intertwined, roaring in unison.

A deep, abyss-like rift opened in the pitch-black night, resembling a vertical golden pupil flowing with molten gold, but the pupil reflected a slender, graceful shadow.

She hummed a cheerful tune softly, feeling happy inside.

"So there were so many dead agents hiding in the mountains. Were they really experimental subjects from a hundred years ago? If this group of experimental subjects hadn't escaped, I wouldn't have discovered them."

"The boss was right after all. With the incense of divine communication helping me stabilize my mind and will, the efficiency of forcibly devouring the dead is indeed the highest. I no longer need to distribute my power. This is the joy of getting something for free."

"Huh, Alaya-vijnana? Could it be a member of the boss's retinue? It doesn't seem to be the main body; it's actually infiltrated into the Deep Blue Alliance's ranks—is it doing espionage?"

Ruan Qi's phantom looked down at the devastated canyon, his gaze falling on the strange man crouching and defending himself with his head in his hands.

The smile on her lips was a little mischievous: "Heh, those bastards actually released so many experimental subjects to fight against the Deep Blue Alliance's combat sequence. In that case, I don't mind lending a hand."

She clenched her fist and slammed it into the ravine!
boom!
Dragons roared, and mist churned.

The torrential rain surged back into the sky.

With a tremendous roar, the mountain... collapsed!

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