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—Don't forget, there's still a whole bunch of poisonous insect skewers steaming outside!

He flicked his peachwood staff, striking it heavily against the "spine" of the massive, dark blade, while simultaneously chanting:

"The Supreme Lord Laozi is all-pervading, his Dao is all-encompassing. Within the Three Realms and the Six Directions, those who follow him will be blessed, those who oppose him will be cursed..."

With his current cultivation level, when he casts the Laozi Divine Spell, which is adept at suppressing all kinds of alien magic, the effect is not much different from the advanced dispel spells in D&D.

As the pure energy formed from the curse swept over, the hideous weapon constructed from witchcraft shattered and dissipated into nothingness.

He flung out a cinnabar-bound rope, aiming it at the head of the nearest shaman, and casually used his long-dormant art appraisal skills:

"This shape should be a variant of the ancient Aztec's unique weapon—the Maquawit. They used hardwood planks as swords, with grooves on both sides, and then used tortoise dung as glue to embed polished obsidian pieces inside. Although it was defeated by the colonists' tin cans, its lethality against lightly armored units was still quite exaggerated..."

Before he could finish his pedantic chatter, he heard Zoe point with her little finger and whisper in confusion:

"Their physical condition seems a bit strange; they're not living beings!"

Following her gaze, several natives emerged nonchalantly from the holes in the spiderweb, letting the sharp weapons stuck to it cut into their wounds.

Strangely, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound; all that could be seen was a dense darkness!

Zhu Mingyao raised his eyebrows, his five fingers flashing with lightning, and struck the head of the shaman who had been captured by the Evil-Binding Rope, shattering his magical shield. Strands of true qi rushed out, breaking the restriction and carefully probing his body.

"Sigh... There's no need for everyone to hold back in capturing prisoners anymore. We won't get any information out of them. I know what they are!"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhu Mingyao activated the talisman on the cinnabar rope, shattering the old shaman's bones and leaving him silent. Zhu Mingyao looked at the enemy who was still charging forward fearlessly, let out a sigh, and the sword pellet transformed into a white rainbow and shot out, beginning a fierce slaughter.

Having already joined forces again, even without understanding what was going on, the girls still chose to trust their comrades and immediately went all out, with fireballs and lightning flying together and all sorts of witchcraft raining down. In a short while, there was no one left standing on the field.

The peachwood staff gently tapped the fallen earthman's corpse, from which specks of dark, luminous dust drifted out. Most of them immediately merged into the air, with only a few of the brightest specks rising slowly and drifting rapidly into the distance.

Gazing at the numerous native corpses on the battlefield, rapidly shriveling and weathering as they drifted away in the dust, Madison asked, puzzled:

"They are almost immune to curses and poisons, and have a high resistance to elemental magic. What is the origin of these people?"

Zhu Mingyao squinted, gazing into the distance at the large expanse of stone buildings that were already faintly visible a dozen miles away. That was the destination of the many points of light.

"If I'm not mistaken, they're not human..."

He opened the system, glanced at the feedback after slaying the enemy, exhaled, and said with a sigh:

"They are the inhabitants of the divine realm, whom we have long heard of in occult texts, but whom no one has ever seen in person in the last few hundred years."

—The one who prays!

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"call!"

The obsidian battle axe, as large as a cartwheel, was raised high and then crashed down with a breathtaking roar!

Before the blade even arrived, the strong wind blew the grass and leaves on both sides down in a rustling sound.

Despite its primitive and rough appearance, its weight, combined with the user's wild and monstrous strength, is enough to turn any normal human into a puddle of minced meat the moment they come into contact with it.

Unfortunately, the opponents it faces today are clearly beyond the scope of the word "normal" no matter how you look at it.

A staff, gleaming with a pale yellow metallic sheen, was raised and casually extended, striking the center of the stone axe's strongest point, without any attempt to dodge.

One was as thick as a tire, while the other was only as thick as a duck egg. At first glance, the difference in strength seemed vast, but when the axes and clubs clashed, the seemingly weaker side ultimately prevailed.

"Bang!" The large, blood-stained stone axe shattered with a crash. The remaining axe handle, along with half of the muscular forearm, swung backward and slammed heavily into its owner's chest, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds.

Use strength to overcome strength, and power to defeat power!

With a casual strike, he sent the three-meter-tall native giant rolling on the ground. Then, with a flick of his long, slender fingers, smooth and delicate as ivory, he sent the seven-foot-long staff spinning in his palm. As if it had eyes in the back of its head, he smashed two thick spears, each as thick as a wrist, into four pieces.

The spearhead, forged from the bones of an unknown creature, was plunged into the ground, emitting a wisp of black smoke. The surrounding plants immediately withered and turned yellow, clearly bearing a powerful and malevolent curse.

Upon seeing this, the man wielding the stick frowned, stomped his foot, and a shockwave emanated from it. The two spearheads seemed to come alive, tumbling off the ground and piercing the hearts of two natives covered in withered human skin. The skill with which he used the force was simply divine.

"Hoo hoo... These are the last two, right?"

A hail of silver-plated shotgun shells rained down, delivering a final blow to the still-convulsing enemy. Dean Winchester, panting heavily, emerged from behind a large tree, a double-barreled shotgun enhanced with alchemy. At his feet lay a jumble of native monster corpses.

Looking at the Asian youth with long arms, a narrow waist, thick eyebrows, and long eyes in front of him, Dean rubbed his forehead and complained.

"These guys are impossible to communicate with, otherwise why would we kill them?"

"Hehe, just a moment, there's only one left..."

The Asian youth smiled gently, and with a flick of his wrist, dozens of large and small, foot-diameter stick flowers bloomed in the air, just in time to meet the figure that suddenly burst out of the native giant's body!

The afterimage flickered, and countless blows were made in the blink of an eye. By the time Dean could see clearly, the old shaman hiding inside the tribesman's body had turned into a soft, fleshy sack.

“Mr. Qi, no matter how many times I watch it, your ‘kung fu’ always amazes me. In this strange place where power can be suppressed, you can still maintain such strong fighting power.”

Dean, carrying his spear, took a swig from his flask, gave a thumbs-up, and praised him sincerely.

Just as Qi Yue was about to say a few words of humility, his expression suddenly changed slightly. He saw the corpses all over the ground shrinking and decaying, with yellowish-green specks of light, like corn kernels, floating up from them and flying in the same direction.

"What are those? Souls?" Dean hurriedly put down the water bottle, raised the gun, and was about to pull the trigger.

Qi Yue reached out and pressed down on the gun, gesturing for him to look ahead.

On the side of a hillside that stretches straight to the sea in the distance, a large number of ancient and rustic rock buildings come into view.

"That's where these people came from, where the light returned, and where the ley line energy we plan to deploy spatial locators condenses. There must be something strange about it. Let's go check it out first!"

Chapter 198 God of the North

"Huh? Aren't the supplicants supposed to be enjoying bliss in the divine kingdom? How come they're living in this doghouse... this godforsaken place?"

Madison raised her head higher and higher, her usual twin ponytails of bright blonde hair trembling and falling backward, her eyes filled with disbelief.

No wonder she looked doubtful; the scene before her was so different from the magnificent heavenly kingdom described in religious scriptures, with its gold and silver floors, flowers, and clear springs.

In the vast area adjacent to the sea, thousands of irregular, rough black rocks are piled up haphazardly, piecing together an ugly stone fortress, one end leaning against the cliff at the foot of the mountain, and the other end attached to the reefs on the beach as high as houses.

Judging by its architectural level alone, even a well-organized slum would be considered a high-end community compared to it, at most comparable to the Black Suli tribes in the southern Sahara.

"So you two girls, remember to keep your eyes open and don't believe unverified propaganda!" Zhu Mingyao threw out two small yellow paper figures, which were sent into the village by the convection of hot and cold air from the sea and the mountains.

"When they're proselytizing, they make all sorts of promises: complete facilities, elegant environment, subway access, prestigious schools—everything you could want. They just wait for devout believers to move in with their bags and enjoy their afterlife. They use fancy names like Eden and Valhalla, each one more impressive than the last. But once you're in, you find out it's all just unfinished buildings like these, and there's no way to back out!"

While earnestly imparting his bittersweet life experiences from the East to the two wealthy young ladies, he also manipulated the infiltrated ghost soldiers to conduct reconnaissance of the target area.

The ghostly soldiers concealed their forms, transforming into invisible, ethereal winds that wandered among the rugged buildings of varying sizes and shapes, searching for suspicious traces.

"Nobody's here...were they all dead just now?"

After wandering around for a long time, Zhu Mingyao couldn't find any trace of living creatures. He muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he hummed softly, scratched his chin, and looked thoughtful, as if he had discovered something. Then he snapped his fingers.

"go!"

"Where to?" The blonde witch tightened her grip on the bright red garnet bead necklace, glancing warily around. As the illusory sun in the sky gradually sank in the west, wisps of yin energy slowly rose from the jungle, the earth, and the ocean, a dark chill seeping in, making her, who was not particularly skilled in physical matters, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

“Of course it’s inside.” Zhu Mingyao pointed his peach staff diagonally at the fortress. “My summoned creature ‘saw’ something very interesting, worth studying.”

"Oh, right, besides taking precautions, add a few air filtration spells later. Don't blame me for not warning you, the place we're going to later will probably smell terrible!"

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"Why didn't you say that earlier? Besides the stench, it's disgusting! Ugh!"

Madison's pretty face scrunched up in a grimace. If she hadn't been quite used to learning witchcraft rituals, an ordinary girl wouldn't have been able to withstand the visual impact of the scene.

The three of them are now standing in the largest building in the walled city.

Inside this spacious temple, built of gray-black square stones, the carcasses of various animals were piled up like mountains!

The menacing monitor lizard, the agile jaguar, the monstrous fish with thorns on its back—these fierce creatures are now reduced to nothing more than a blood-stained, white skeleton.

Their flesh, fur, and internal organs were all removed and thrown into a deep pool, where they melted into a viscous, dark red liquid.

Hundreds of stone coffins, arranged in a sundial pattern around a deep pool, radiate outwards from the pool, channeling dark red viscous fluid into small holes at the bottom of each coffin.

Zhu Mingyao gave a slight push, unleashing his true qi, and lifted the lid of one of the objects. He watched as the flesh inside slowly coalesced, roughly forming a human-shaped mass, and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

"The priests' claim that those who pray can live forever in the realm of the gods is not entirely false..."

He curled his lip and threw in a ball of real fire, interrupting the process of the fleshy mass transforming into a human.

"But what's the difference between this so-called immortality and a walking corpse?"

Having lost almost all of its self-awareness, it could only act like a robot, obeying the instructions instilled by the original god, guarding the outer perimeter of the secret realm day after day for hundreds of years.

Even if they die, they will be dragged out and resurrected again and again until their last essence of soul is completely worn away, becoming nourishment for the secret realm.

Zhu Mingyao pretended to wipe away a tear for these wage slaves who toiled all year round without pay. With a wave of his hand, he called on the two girls to open the coffin together. Thunder, fire, ice, and frost blasted wildly, severing the miserable 007 life of the native corporate slaves that had lasted for thousands of years!

...Of course, we should also take the opportunity to plunder...check if they have any valuable items on them, purify them, and keep them safe so that they won't have any worries and be unable to rest in peace.

In this way, one is freed from suffering, and the other is made a fortune in his coffin. Everyone is happy, everyone is happy!

"Boom..."

He kicked over the last stone coffin and blocked the ground ditch, disrupting the ritual of the supplicant reshaping his body. Zhu Mingyao, still not satisfied, clutched a few gold amulets and cast a malicious glance at the main hall, his gaze sweeping over the statue adorned with various jewels.

With employees living in such poverty, it's only natural that the boss needs a thorough "interrogation."

The three-meter-tall statue is made entirely of black volcanic rock. Behind its emaciated skull-like head is a feathered crown, and its face is painted with strange black and yellow horizontal stripes, resembling strips of warning tape. One of its feet is made of polished obsidian.

Even among the Aztec gods, who are generally known for their bizarre appearances, this unique design is quite distinctive.

Therefore, not only Zhu Mingyao, who has a background in folk religion, but even the two little witches who had received intensive training in related knowledge beforehand, could easily identify him.

This is Tescatlipoca! One of the most important deities in the Aztec pantheon, symbolizing night, mystery, and the north.

"Wait, the north...?"

But before he could even begin his rampage, tearing down mountains and ruining temples, scraping gold from Buddha's face, Zoe suddenly spoke up, somewhat hesitantly:

Did any of you bring a compass?

Zhu Mingyao and Madison shook their heads. The official information mentioned that the magnetic field here was extremely chaotic, making it difficult to use similar instruments. Therefore, even though each organization had prepared storage equipment for the explorers, no one would waste precious space to carry that thing.

Seeing this, the timid girl hesitated for a moment, then twisted her waterfall-like golden-brown straight hair, ruthlessly plucked out a strand, held it between her palms while silently chanting a spell, and then tossed it upwards.

The long, slender hair defied gravity, floating in the air, twisting and turning into a rhombus pattern with raised characters at the four corners, one corner pointing precisely at the statue.