Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 227 Forgotten (XIV)
Yang Jian saw it clearly: first, the spear on the other side grazed the surface of the statue, and when they made contact, the statue's remains were immediately split in two.

Then, he used the sword in his own hand to slash at it again through the medium.

In other words, at that instant, Yang Jian unleashed the effect of two strikes simultaneously.

This variant, which resembles a superimposed supernatural phenomenon, is an extremely terrifying method of attack.

If it's to this extent, and considering Yang Jian's own supernatural abilities...

His attack at that instant would then increase exponentially, reaching a terrifying number.

However, this also comes at a price.

The half of his body holding the spear immediately shattered, and at the same time, the side effects of the woodcutter's knife also occurred; the two backlashes happened simultaneously.

Yang Jian dared not be careless and immediately restarted himself, but this time the restart took longer than before.

That attack was indeed terrifying, but the price to pay was also extremely high.

Even in Yang Jian's current state, he absolutely wouldn't dare to strike twice in quick succession. Otherwise, if he encountered an opponent he couldn't kill with sword strikes, like Ye Zhen...

During the time he restarts himself, the opponent can kill him instantly.

"This stick has very strange properties; it can actually replicate the effects of supernatural objects... but if we want to launch simultaneous attacks, we must decide the outcome with a single strike..."

"We need to incorporate supernatural elements to make this one strike have the effect of dozens of strikes, otherwise I'll be unable to move for at least ten seconds after using it..."

Gradually, Yang Jian gained a clearer understanding of this brand-new supernatural weapon.

In certain special situations, Yang Jian may use only one of the weapons to launch an attack.

For example, when Yang Jian wields the long spear in his hand, he is actually attacking another one. This not only catches the opponent off guard, but also perfectly conceals the true method of using the woodcutter's knife, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

Moreover, if anyone tries to take this supernatural weapon directly from Yang Jian's hands, that person will be killed by another stick.

Holding the spear in his backhand, Yang Jian stood in this ghostly domain. The weight in his hand was extremely heavy. The originally pale spear shaft was stained with a scarlet red after the ghostly domain intervened, making it look as if it had just been pulled out of blood.

Yang Jian was pondering another question at that moment.

He looked at the long spear opposite him, which only he could see.

Perhaps it wasn't a phenomenon caused by supernatural properties, but rather by another ghost. The two ghosts were synchronized for some reason, which is why they were able to materialize a second wood-chopping knife.

His actions were adding pieces to the puzzle for the ghost. Once it reached a certain limit, the ghost would revive and kill Yang Jian.

But he had an even crazier idea.

"What if we added coffin nails too..."

Yang Jian was weighing his options. The coffin nail was very important; even if used alone, it could be the decisive factor in victory.

However, if one could fuse with this spear, the benefits would far outweigh the risks.

If successful, it would be like gaining an extra coffin nail out of nowhere, and under such a bizarre attack, no one would have time to react to the coffin nail...

But if I fail, I might be nailed to this spot forever…

Just as Yang Jian was pondering.

Above Dachuan City, in the sky obscured by the thick layer of smoke from Li Leping.

A beam of pure white holy light pierced through the churning clouds, like the finger of a god projecting down from above, illuminating the sky.

At the end of this radiance stands a massive and solemn sculpture of a human face.

The entire face seemed to be made up of countless tiny silver-white particles, with a surface that shimmered with a cold light, and the expression was serene and majestic.

The human face silently gazed down at the entire sky.

Looking in the direction the sculpture is gazing, one sees a vast aerial city, like a sanctuary suspended in mid-air, floating in a mist of light.

In the city, pristine white buildings are arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern. Soaring spires and arched church windows. The surface of each building is as smooth as porcelain, following the architectural style of medieval Europe.

But strangely, a faint stench of decay permeated the air, as if a corpse were hidden somewhere in the city.

Sunlight pierced through the white mist, creating an eerie tranquility in the city.

A few scattered people moved about, some dressed in suits, others in long skirts and hats, as if they had lived here for a long time.

Upon closer inspection, however, all the residents were pale, with stiff expressions and faint signs of lividity on their skin, mechanically repeating a certain action.

Someone was sitting on a roadside bench, their coffee cup already empty, but they kept making drinking motions.

Someone was standing next to the newsstand, flipping through the blank newspaper over and over again.

Some people walked to the intersection but then stiffly turned back.

There was no conversation, no noise.

The entire city was deathly silent, creating a chilling scene with the eerie crowd.

Beside a pool in the city center, a pale-faced little girl stood and gently tossed a coin into the water.

The coin splashed water and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, while the girl closed her eyes and prayed devoutly.

"I hope Uncle gets better soon."

The girl murmured softly.

“Annie.”

A warm and powerful voice sounded beside her.

A warm, large hand landed on the girl's head and gently rubbed it.

"Ah! Father!"

The little girl looked up at the middle-aged man in front of her, her clear eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

This is a man dressed in a black priest's robe. He has deep, sculpted features, a serious yet kind face, and exudes an approachable aura that makes people want to get close to him at first glance.

"Why are you running around everywhere again? If you don't behave, I'll have someone lock you up at home."

The man half-squatted down and spoke in a deliberately stern manner, but his eyes were full of kindness and his voice was full of affection.

"Hmph! The priest is lying! He clearly said that everyone would be alright!"

The little girl pouted, clutching the priest's black coat with her tiny hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes.

"Annie, everything will be alright after tonight. After tonight, everything will be alright. I will bring everyone back, I promise."

The man stood up and turned around.

In that instant, all the kindness on his face vanished.

On its lifeless face hung two lifeless eyeballs, staring blankly at the city before it.

"We need to speed things up; I'm almost forgetting that man's name."

“As long as I find his body, I can restore everyone’s consciousness… I can make everyone forget the fact that they are ghost slaves.”

Hold the cross tightly in your hands.

"At that time... I will truly build a heavenly kingdom where no evil spirits exist."

(End of this chapter)