novelraw Chapter 987: Compassion
Chapter 987: Compassion
Wang Xiaojiu, who hadn't been seen for a long time, stood like a statue at the entrance of the airship.
The wind rushing in through the doorway whipped her clothes, but she remained completely still.
Wang Xiaojiu turned to look at the Fifth Princess behind her: "You brought me along, hiding in the royal air force fleet, lying in a golden coffin to avoid being targeted by God's perspective, and you went through all this trouble to come here just to kill your father? Is the father-daughter relationship in your Western Continent so... so touching?"
The Fifth Princess smiled slightly: "I've wanted to kill him for a long time, and he's wanted to kill me for a long time too."
In fact, Wang Xiaojiu was one of the leaders of the Western Continent's resistance army, which was why the Fifth Princess initially suspected Qing Chen was part of the resistance army but didn't pay much attention to it, because she had always cooperated with the resistance army. She and Wang Xiaojiu were even teammates in the Superconductor World.
The two had explored the No. 001 multi-dimensional world together, and were both trapped inside. Wang Xiaojiu chose to continue exploring, while the Fifth Princess chose to commit suicide and restart.
Wang Xiaojiu mused, "Now that the Western Continent is undefended and vulnerable, why don't you simply become the queen there?"
The Fifth Princess smiled slightly: "I won't be at peace until my father is dead."
Wang Xiaojiu sighed, "What a truly loving father and filial daughter! What kind of forbidden item does he possess?"
The Fifth Princess replied, "Ten Thousand Snakes." "Understood."
Before the airship had even fully landed, Wang Xiaojiu retied her ponytail at the entrance of the ship's cabin, and then leaped down from the airship!
King Roosevelt looked up at Wang Xiaojiu, who was descending from the sky, and his daughter, who was standing at the entrance of the cabin, smiling and looking down at him. The aging old king calmly smiled, "The troubles left over from the struggle for the crown have indeed led to a great disaster."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaojiu clenched her hand in the air, drawing a gray long sword from the void. The blade of the sword was like a guillotine, even longer than her height, and that was just the blade; the hilt was another 1.2 meters long.
Breath!
The flame patterns of the Knight's Breathing Technique bloomed on her cheeks! The girl, holding the enormous guillotine-like sword, looked incredibly bizarre. Her slender figure combined with this violent long sword gave her a frail appearance, yet no one dared to confront her directly! King Roosevelt no longer had his previous composure. He no longer simply dodged to the side, but instead retreated dozens of meters backward.
Ye Wan tried to block his path, but in the instant they met, the king kicked her away, sending her crashing into a tree.
A loud crash! The sound of Ye Wan hitting the tree mixed perfectly with the sound of Wang Xiaojiu's sword striking, making it impossible to tell which sound was louder.
A cracking sound rang out again, and the towering tree that Ye Wan had crashed into broke from its roots.
Ye Wan coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The body of the Fate Weaver was stronger than imagined. Even Princess Vera, facing the attack of the demigod Yu, only suffered a slight disadvantage. This lineage was inherently favored by the world. Wang Xiaojiu lifted her long sword and rested it on her shoulder, glancing around. "Li Dongze, Ye Wan, Lin Xiaoxiao, you've all grown so big!"
Lin Xiaoxiao muttered, "You're only one year older than me, and one year younger than Li Dongze and Ye Wan. What's with this old-fashioned tone..."
Wang Xiaojiu smirked, "Still daring to talk back? I didn't beat you enough when you were little."
Lin Xiaoxiao: "Uh..."
Wang Xiaojiu had always been the most ferocious one since childhood, leading Li Dongze and the others in all sorts of mischief, from stealing chickens to chasing dogs. After disappearing for more than ten years, she hadn't changed at all.
King Roosevelt looked at Wang Xiaojiu, "The kingdom launched 11 capture attempts, but none of them succeeded in catching you. It turns out there was a traitor within the Fate Weaver organization."
Wang Xiaojiu didn't care, "If I hadn't been careful, wouldn't you have tricked me to my death long ago? Let's fight. I've always wanted to meet a Fate Weaver demigod, but you've been hiding in the palace, which is really boring."
Saying this, she lowered her shoulder and swung the guillotine to the ground, dragging it as she charged towards the old king. "Everyone else, get out of the way."
The old king retreated, and Wang Xiaojiu chased him into the forest.
The two figures weaved back and forth through the mountains, and the once relatively flat canopy of trees fell in rows. The first clash between the Knight Demigod and the Fate Weaver Demigod shook the very earth.
The two demigods were like two ferocious main battle tanks; everything in their path was leveled.
Wang Xiaojiu's fighting style was reckless. She swung ninety-nine times, and the old king dodged ninety-nine times.
But she didn't care at all, simply swinging another ninety-nine times. The terrifying guillotine, swinging like the rotor of an attack helicopter, was unstoppable. No one knew where she had acquired this forbidden artifact, but her small body wielded it with the ferocity of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Even the old king could only temporarily retreat before her onslaught.
Wang Xiaojiu's idea was simple: while the Fate Weaver could foresee and dodge attacks, they would eventually tire and their strength would fail. "I can fail 999 times, but you only need to fail once to die."
As the saying goes, youth triumphs over age. Even a demigod Fate Weaver, in their old age, is no longer at their peak, while Wang Xiaojiu was still young, possessing an overwhelming, earth-shattering power.
The king was too old; even at the demigod level, he couldn't maintain his full strength indefinitely. His organs were rapidly deteriorating with age.
He was no longer at the peak of his powers as a Fate Weaver; his speed and precision were gradually failing to keep up with the young knight's pace.
Lin Xiaoxiao watched the trees collapsing one after another and sighed, "She's a demigod now. I'll never be able to beat her in this lifetime."
Li Dongze said expressionlessly, "She was already B-class when she ran away from home. It's normal for her to have completed two more life-or-death trials in over ten years."
"Hey? Where's San Yue?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked, "Wasn't she just here?"
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Wang Xiaojiu swung the three-meter-long guillotine, making a whistling sound. Any tree that was touched immediately exploded into splinters.
The onlookers felt that this was no longer a human being, but a walking, humanoid weapon.
Strangely, even as a knight, she shouldn't be able to fight at full strength for so long. As time passed, Wang Xiaojiu showed no signs of fatigue. The Fifth Princess stood at the entrance of the ship's cabin, watching the scene unfold, and sighed, "Thankfully I didn't lie to her, otherwise it would have been troublesome."
Marquis Bolton's weak voice came from behind, "Aren't you two friends? Would she really kill you?"
The Fifth Princess said, "Do you know how excited she looked when she obtained the A-grade Plague Box? I thought she would keep the Plague Box, but instead, she went to the multiverse and used the Plague Box in the main city of the superconducting world to massacre all the players... In my opinion, this person is far more insane than Qing Chen."
At this moment, Wang Xiaojiu chased after the old king, relentlessly pursuing him for thirty kilometers. The old king's breathing was no longer even, and his black robe was covered with hundreds of sword slashes.
Unfortunately, none of the blows managed to injure the old king's body.
The next moment, the old king finally saw a weakness in Wang Xiaojiu through the threads of fate. This attack was one she hadn't prepared any counter-attack for, and couldn't counter.
This blow was guaranteed to hit!
A short sword fell from his sleeve, passing through the gaps in the guillotine-like long sword, and stabbed into Wang Xiaojiu's abdomen!
However, the sword didn't penetrate at all! The short sword cut through the hem of Wang Xiaojiu's combat uniform, revealing her slender waist wrapped in layers of white bandages. The bandages made her waist appear even more slender, but the strong abdominal muscles beneath the bandages were still visible! The old king's pupils constricted. A forbidden item! Wang Xiaojiu had been chasing him for so long, as if she knew the Fate Weaver's preemptive strike mechanism, deliberately setting a trap in her continuous attacks, taking a direct hit, but blocking it with a forbidden item!
The forbidden item: the High Priest's Bandages. The wielder of this bandage must be a patient with a penetrating abdominal wound. After applying the bandage, the wound heals in 3 minutes, and the wielder gains double the strength and stamina, lasting for 24 hours.
To wield this bandage, the user must endure pain every day, inflicting new penetrating wounds upon themselves.
Those who can wield this bandage are the most ruthless of the ruthless.
At this point, forbidden artifacts, once rarely seen in the mortal world, began to surface one after another, becoming the trump cards of the superhumans.
No wonder Wang Xiaojiu's stamina was so astonishing, not only because of her knightly heritage, but also because she possessed this forbidden artifact!
The reason knights are disliked by other superhumans in the Eastern Continent is: firstly, their lifespan is extremely long; they can outlast you even without fighting; secondly, their speed is extremely fast; for example, the speed of the shikigami of Onmyoji and Chen family painters cannot keep up with the speed of knights; thirdly, knights have extremely strong stamina, often engaging in prolonged battles, exhausting you after three hours while they remain seemingly unaffected; fourthly, knights like to fight in groups, and you never know where their hidden messengers will suddenly appear from.
At this moment, Wang Xiaojiu had pushed the knights' greatest strength—stamina—to its absolute limit! In an instant, Wang Xiaojiu flicked her wrist, and a sword handle over a meter long split from the massive guillotine, revealing a slender short sword! It was as if the heavy and bulky guillotine was merely the scabbard for this short sword.
The old king saw in his vision of fate his neck gushing blood after being slashed by the short sword. He wanted to retreat frantically, but found himself completely exhausted.
Even though he had foreseen everything, he couldn't escape!
The world fell silent. Wang Xiaojiu swiftly drew his sword, the short blade flashing from the guillotine, slicing across the old king's neck, then circling back and reinserting itself into the guillotine.
The movement was fluid and effortless.
Wang Xiaojiu stood before the old king, carrying the guillotine, his swaying ponytail and neatly wrapped white bandages at his waist giving him an air of decisive efficiency: "He's dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, crimson blood spurted from the old king's neck.
"Step back!" the Fifth Princess shouted from the airship, "Beware of the Myriad Snakes!"
The old king remained standing, but countless lines were writhing wildly beneath his skin.
The Myriad Snakes, an extremely rare S-class forbidden artifact, were contained by sacrificing the lives of his wife and twelve children. Upon the host's death, the Myriad Snakes would attack all creatures that had attacked the host within the past 12 hours, relentlessly until death.
The old king couldn't foresee his fate after encountering Li Dongze and the others, because that was beyond the scope of his divine vision. He didn't know he would definitely die here, but if someone beyond the reach of his divine vision tried to ambush him, he would sacrifice all those involved in the battle to the Myriad Snakes.
This was why he told the Duke of Storms that he would help the Fate Weaver family resolve their last remaining threat, because his most conservative estimate for this battle was to capture Shen Daiyunluo alive. Even if he failed, he would kill Shen Daiyunluo and the demigods who participated in the ambush with him.
Dragging two demigods to hell with him was a worthwhile trade.
Wang Xiaojiu calmly retreated. A venomous snake emerged from the old king's mouth, and two more crawled out of his eyes... who knew how many black venomous snakes were still being born beneath his skin.
The snake from the old king's mouth leaped like lightning towards Wang Xiaojiu's face. Wang Xiaojiu raised the guillotine to block it. Clang! The venomous snake landed on the ground unharmed, but Wang Xiaojiu felt a sudden numbness in his arm. The snake's speed was comparable to that of a demigod.
Most importantly, this snake was a forbidden object. If it couldn't be harmed, it would chase its target to the ends of the earth and couldn't be contained.
However, at that moment, a flash of black light appeared from the side, and a sword struck the venomous snake, splitting it in two! Wang Xiaojiu looked at San Yue beside him: "The sword from the fire pit?"
"No, it's Qing Chen's sword," San Yue shook her head.
Before Qing Chen left for the Western Continent, he left all the forbidden objects at Ginkgo Mountain, to be managed and given to the most suitable people by the old man.
The reason San Yue appeared on this battlefield was precisely because she was entrusted by the old man to bring the forbidden object ACE-001, the God's Sword, to destroy these countless snakes.
This God's Sword could even cut through forbidden objects.
The venomous snakes in the old king's body gushed out like a spring, scattering to attack San Yue, Li Dongze, Ye Wan, Kamishiro Yunluo, and Wang Xiaojiu.
San Yue swung her sword eighteen times in succession, slicing the snakes that had just emerged, and the old king's body, into pieces. All the venomous snakes inside were also completely destroyed.
The Fate Weavers rarely lose, simply because they calculate too much, even using death to create opportunities and benefits for their family.
But this time, the Fate Weaver's calculations lost to the Ginkgo Mountain's cosmic chessboard. March picked up the old king's hand and head from the ground and put them into a canvas bag. Lin Xiaoxiao, who had just arrived, frowned: "You have this kind of fetish?"
March gave him a cold glance: "These are all useful."
"Useful for what?"
"The wooden fish at Fayun Temple needs the head to interrogate him," March explained. "King Roosevelt must know many secrets."
"What about his right hand?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked.
"That's what the old man from Ginkgo Mountain wanted. I don't know what he plans to use it for," March shook her head.
Wang Xiaojiu looked up. The Fifth Princess stood at the hatch of the airship, waving goodbye to her. This Fifth Princess, who had betrayed her own father, was about to leave the Eastern Continent and return to the Western Continent to seize power in the kingdom.
She didn't intend to continue fighting in the Eastern Continent, nor did she intend to help the Eastern Continent defeat the family.
"Goodbye, NO.9, good luck!" The Fifth Princess smiled and wished them well as the airship ascended.
Wang Xiaojiu watched her leave coldly: "Aren't you going to stay for a meal before you go? Since you're already here."
The Fifth Princess smiled sweetly: "If I stayed, you would kill me next, wouldn't you? A final friendly reminder, the royal air force fleet is not that simple. As far as I know, they are hiding even more ferocious weapons. You must be careful!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Xiaojiu frowned.
The Fifth Princess laughed: "The Hundred-Eyed Demon cut the air fortress like a cake, but she only cut one side. The other side, like the far side of the moon that you can never see, is the most dangerous place."
The airship gradually moved away until it became a black dot in the sky. Wang Xiaojiu looked towards the direction of the airborne fortress. After chasing for thirty kilometers, their current position allowed them to see the other half of the airborne fortress.
Behind the royal airborne fortress, in the areas not attacked by the Hundred-Eyed Demon, the protective plating opened up like scales, revealing rows of nuclear-powered war robots standing behind the deck! There were tens of thousands of them! In an instant, the eyes of the previously silent war robots simultaneously lit up with icy blue light!
These were the weapons the Roosevelt Kingdom intended to deploy to the battlefield, more agile than airships, yet possessing aerial strike capabilities comparable to airships! …
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The main firepower of the airborne fortress was so powerful that people gradually forgot that its primary purpose at its inception was not aerial strike.
Instead... it's transportation.
Now, the Western Continent has transported the most powerful nuclear-powered war robots here.
It seems that as long as they arrive successfully, the scales of victory will be completely tipped.
Qing Chen once judged that a single nuclear-powered war robot had the combat capability of an A-level transcendent. Now, with twelve thousand war robots appearing here, it's absolutely impossible for Wang Xiaojiu and the others to stop them, not even Hyakume-Oni could.
Moreover, Hyakume-Oni was already surrounded by the remaining more than three hundred airships and tens of thousands of drones.
Wang Xiaojiu, carrying her guillotine-like long sword, shouted, "I wondered why all the war robots from the Western Continent had disappeared, so they're all here! Run, run, run! Run quickly!"
She had lost her previous ferocity and instantly surrendered.
"Uh, are we just going to run away like that?" Lin Xiaoxiao was astonished.
Wang Xiaojiu said, "You haven't fought against these things, but I have. If these things are all top-of-the-line nuclear-powered models, all of us together wouldn't be enough to withstand even one pulse bombardment from them. Run quickly!"
Li Dongze turned his head to look behind him, where the Qing family fleet had just arrived on the battlefield.
Kamishiro Yunluo smiled, "You guys go, I'll stay here."
"Do you think you can stop them? This small Qing family fleet won't be able to stop them either," Wang Xiaojiu said disdainfully. Shindai Yunluo shook his head: "The Parents' Association is still 18 hours away from Jianmen Pass. If we can't stop them, and if the Qing family's fleet can't stop them either, the members of the Parents' Association will still die."
Lin Xiaoxiao asked in confusion, "Even if you want to control the Hyakume-Oni to stop those fleets and war robots, you can just leave the Hyakume-Oni behind, right? The control range of an Onmyoji is several kilometers. You can run away first."
Shindai Yunluo replied, "Kongyu and Yunxiu are also in the fleet. I can't leave alone."
The Qing family's fleet, which was supposed to be stationed at Jianmen Pass, had just arrived.
The war robots were much faster than the airships. At this time, the Qing family's fleet had no ground-to-air defenses, and complete annihilation was almost inevitable.
Wang Xiaojiu said, "Leave him behind, let's go."
Lin Xiaoxiao was startled: "Isn't that bad?"
Wang Xiaojiu said impatiently, "If you really feel sorry for him, then carry Shindai Yunluo and run. If we can't deal with the war robots, can't we at least deal with him?"
Just as Lin Xiaoxiao was about to carry Shindai Yunluo away, he saw Shindai Yunluo suddenly point his right finger to the sky and his left finger to the ground. On the backs of his two hands, a pair of eyes opened! Blood flowed from the eyes.
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In the Qing family's air fleet, Qing Kun had just arrived at the battlefield when he saw countless war robots flying out from behind the dilapidated air fortress. Yunxiu hesitated, "Why do I feel like I'm seeing tens of thousands of Iron Man, but they look a little different..."
Qing Kun also hesitated, "What is Iron Man?"
In the battlefield, the Hyakume-Oni was surrounded by drones and airships. The war robots bypassed that battlefield and flew directly towards the Qing family's fleet. They flew in the sky, as terrifying as an overwhelming sandstorm.
The vanguard troops encountered the war robots, and two Class A airships launched 12 tracking missiles, locking onto their targets.
But just as the missiles were launched, the armor on the backs of the front-row war robots extended, and with incredibly precise lasers, they destroyed the missiles!
The technological level of these war robots was already considered the strongest single-unit weapon in the field of aerial combat!
Qing Kun cursed, "Damn it, we've run into a ghost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kamishiro Kūya suddenly said, "Look at Hyakume-Oni!"
At this moment, Hyakume-Oni stood amidst tens of thousands of drones, her white cloak fluttering in the wind, her white hood covering her head, only her delicate chin visible to the outside world.
She slowly removed her hood, revealing two red eyes between her eyebrows. The red eyes slowly closed, and when they opened again, they had turned completely white!
Hyakume-Oni pointed her right finger to the sky and her left finger to the ground. The two eyes on the back of her hand, belonging to the Phoenix Duke, suddenly opened, and there was no white in her eyes, only pure black!
Ten Directions World!
This time, the spatial rift no longer only cut through the direction in front of her, but suddenly rippled outwards in a translucent wave, with her as the center.
Wherever the wave passed, in the sky and on the ground, the drones and airships were affected and immediately turned into dust! So this was the true Ten Directions World!
Complete silence!
"Wow, with this kind of ability, why didn't she use it earlier?" Lin Xiaoxiao exclaimed.
After the ripples dissipated, the eyes on the back of Hyakume-Oni's hand permanently closed, and her power level suddenly dropped. Shindai Yunluo explained, "Using the complete Ten Directions World comes at a price; it requires consuming a pair of demigod's eyes."
"What a pity!" Lin Xiaoxiao sighed.
"It's not a pity," Shindai Yunluo said with a smile, "Lady March, please help me gouge out the eyes of the Fate Weaver King. I'll give another pair to Hyakume-Oni. The wooden fish at Fayun Temple shouldn't require sacrificing eyes, right?"
March: "No, the Phoenix Duke also had his eyes gouged out earlier."
Lin Xiaoxiao: "...These demigod eyes are like replenishable ammunition!?"
Seeing Hyakume-Oni unleash such terrifying power, the war robots stopped pressing towards the Qing family's air fleet and instead turned to surround and attack Hyakume-Oni!
Shindai Yunluo said, "Could someone please carry me? It's time to retreat!"
Lin Xiaoxiao muttered, "Still can't win?"
Shindai Yunluo explained, "We'll put on a show of force and then run. I'll use Hyakume-Oni to attract their attention, and everyone else should retreat quickly!"
"But Hyakume-Oni will die, won't she?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked.
"It's okay, she'll return to my life-bound divine bridge to recover. In 7 days, she'll be back in top form."
"The Onmyoji inheritance is a bit unfair!"
In the Qing family's air fleet, Qing Kun roared, "Quick, quick, run!"
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While the war robots were dealing with Hyakume-Oni, Shindai Yunluo, Wang Xiaojiu, and the Qing family's air fleet all made an emergency retreat. No one wanted to die in this desolate wilderness. The trump card that King Roosevelt brought with his life was absolutely not something they could defeat by simply shouting a few slogans. If they really stayed to fight to the end, they might not even have a single bone left.
A group of people quickly crossed the mountains and valleys, with Li Dongze using air currents to propel everyone, helping them speed up.
Kamishiro Yunluo cheered them on from Ye Wan's back, while San Yue took out a small hand drum and tapped it rhythmically.
Hearing the drumbeat, everyone ran incredibly fast, as if they had inexhaustible energy.
Wang Xiaojiu's eyes widened: "You guys from the Forbidden Tribunal have so many treasures! What are the containment conditions for this hand drum?"
"First, tell me, what are the containment conditions and effects of that guillotine-like sword?" San Yue retorted.
"There's nothing to hide about that. This thing is called the Blade of Judgment in the Western Continent," Wang Xiaojiu said. "The containment condition is that you must do one good deed every day. As for its effect... it's to judge guilty people. When it strikes an innocent person, it will turn into a phantom and avoid their body; when it strikes a wicked person, it will become incredibly sharp. However, the strange thing about this thing is that it judges not actions, but intentions, so basically everyone who is struck by it dies."
As the saying goes, judge by actions, not intentions; if you judge by intentions, no one is perfect. Who doesn't have a dark side in their heart? If this guillotine judges intentions, then everyone can be judged. March asked, "Has anyone ever escaped its judgment?"
"There is only one," Wang Xiaojiu said, "Legend has it that the first generation of giant prophets narrowly escaped death under its blade."
March said, "I got this hand drum from the fire pit. The conditions for using it are very simple; any woman can play it, and playing it will make anyone who hears it extremely excited."
Wang Xiaojiu: "Your drum is a bit unusual."
March pouted, "Have you ever judged yourself with the Blade of Judgment?"
"No, I'm not a good person," Wang Xiaojiu said honestly.
Slowly, everyone was running so hard that foam appeared at the corners of their mouths, falling far behind the Qing family's fleet. The war robots were about to catch up with them.
Lin Xiaoxiao shouted, "We can't outrun those robots like this!"
Shindai Yunluo interrupted, "Wait, I think I forgot something. I can fly!"
The next second, a white azure dragon materialized, and everyone jumped onto its back and soared into the air.
Lin Xiaoxiao, sitting on Bai Rongyi's back, cursed loudly, "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Why didn't you summon this Shikigami earlier?"
"Sorry, sorry, I've only been blind for a short time, my mind is a bit muddled, I forgot," Shindai Yunluo said with a smile.
The white azure dragon carried several people to the side of the Qing family's fleet, flying alongside the flagship.
Shindai Kongyu angrily shouted through the glass, "Shindai Yunluo, you scumbag, you've abandoned us again and acted alone, you..."
When she saw Shindai Yunluo looking at her with his eyes closed, and the two lines of dried blood tears on his cheeks still uncleaned,
Shindai Kongyu couldn't say anything more.
This noble young man from the north had become a disabled person. The little girl who used to follow the young master around the streets like a shadow felt a lump in her throat.
Shindai Yunluo seemed to guess what Kongyu was thinking and smiled, comforting her, "It's alright, you'll be my eyes from now on."
Shindai Kongyu couldn't hear what he was saying, but she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
The Qing family's fleet was moving at full speed, but the war robots behind them were getting closer and closer. Airships weren't known for their speed, and now they could only watch helplessly as the distance between them narrowed.
Hyakume-oni had already transformed into a stream of light and flown back to the Divine Bridge to recuperate. They no longer had any means to stop the enemy.
In the ship's control room, the副官 (adjutant) said, "Sir, let's use the vanguard to intercept them and buy us some time, and then we'll retreat!"
Qing Kun looked at him, "My son is still at Jianmen Pass. If we retreat, what will happen to him?"
In Qing Kun's view, in a critical situation, he could disregard everyone else, but what about Qing Yi? He knew that he might retreat, but as long as the Parent-Teacher Association hadn't successfully passed through Jianmen Pass, Qing Yi would definitely not retreat.
"Send a message to Jianmen Pass, tell them that the Western Continent has unleashed its ultimate weapon, and ask them to help the Parent-Teacher Association evacuate as quickly as possible," Qing Kun said.
The adjutant asked, "What about us?"
"We'll die here, what else can we do?" Qing Kun sat lazily in the command seat, even lighting a cigar for himself.
On the White Azure Dragon, everyone saw that the Qing family's fleet had changed direction, facing the cluster of war robots in the distance.
Not a single ship fled; they all remained there in perfect formation.
No one shouted any heroic slogans, but their unified actions were deeply moving. Lin Xiaoxiao said, "How about we stay too?"
Wang Xiaojiu rearranged her ponytail, gathering the loose strands of hair together: "The atmosphere is already like this, it wouldn't be right to run away now! Although this decision is stupid, since we're mixed up with you stupid people, it's normal to be a little stupid occasionally."
Lin Xiaoxiao: "There's no need to belittle us..."
"Let's just do it!" Wang Xiaojiu straightened up on the back of the Azure Dragon, pointing her long sword at the war robot. The sword in her hand was like a military flag fluttering in the wind.
At this moment, Qing Kun in the Qing family's fleet looked at the sand table. He saw several monks walking quickly in the mountains below and suddenly hesitated, "Zoom in on the picture, I feel like that monk looks familiar."
The picture zoomed in.
Qing Kun exclaimed, "Uncle Qing Tong!?"
That abbot was none other than a certain shadow of the Qing family who had disappeared for more than ten years.
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Luo Wanya dragged Mutou Ying and Takahashi Ryosuke, running frantically. Just when he felt like he was about to run out of strength, he looked up and saw the Qing family's fleet above and the war robots in the distance.
"Holy crap! What is this, so many of them," Luo Wanya was shocked: "How are we supposed to fight this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the forest. Luo Wanya looked up and saw the abbot of Cibei Temple leading a young monk along the mountain path: "Master, why are you walking in the opposite direction? Why aren't you following the main group?"
The abbot gestured with his hands, and the young monk translated: "We got lost."
Luo Wanya: "Do you think I believe that? Stop messing around and hurry up!"
The abbot gestured again, and the young monk translated: "My master said you can't handle the enemy, so he'll do it."
Luo Wanya was both amused and exasperated: "You're not a transcendent being, why are you getting involved?"
The abbot waved his hand casually.
The young monk translated: "He's about to become a transcendent being!"
"About to be one? Is that even possible?" Luo Wanya was completely bewildered: "Is sign language translation always this sloppy? Are you trying to fool someone who doesn't understand sign language? Are you two really proper monks?"
The young monk said: "My master and I have a telepathic connection, just listen to me. My master said on the way here that we originally thought the Parents' Association was just like the Mechanist Cult, only interested in fame and fortune, but after traveling with you for a while, we realized you are indeed different from the Mechanist Cult. The rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every citizen, and monks are no exception."
"Don't misuse idioms!" Luo Wanya felt that after traveling with these monks, he had also learned to complain. These monks were so full of things to complain about that he couldn't help but do so.
The young monk said: "My master particularly likes that saying from your Parents' Association: 'Others strive to be superior to others, but we strive so that no one will be inferior to others.' This saying deeply embodies the essence of Buddhism; you should become a monk, you have a Buddha nature."
Luo Wanya was half-convinced: "So I'm not married because I have a Buddha nature?"
The abbot gestured with his hands. The young monk hesitated for two seconds before saying, "...Your not being married is your problem, don't blame Buddha for it."
Luo Wanya: "...You're really down-to-earth."
The abbot smiled, left the young monk behind, and walked past Luo Wanya, patting him on the shoulder as he passed.
In an instant, Luo Wanya felt all his fatigue disappear.
At one point, he suddenly wondered if the parents' meeting's route was fixed, set by the old man on Ginkgo Mountain, so no matter how they walked, they would eventually pass by that Great Compassion Temple.
So, were these monks in the Great Compassion Temple also on that cosmic chessboard?
He saw the abbot, dressed in a gray monk's robe, walking step by step towards the mountains. As he walked, a brilliant rainbow suddenly appeared before him, stretching straight to the sky.
The rainbow transformation of a high-ranking monk upon his death!
Luo Wanya had only thought that rainbow transformation was a legend, but he never expected it to be real! The elderly abbot walked step by step onto the rainbow bridge towards the sky. With each step, a white lotus flower bloomed on the rainbow bridge, extending one after another to the end of the sky!
The abbot stopped suddenly on the rainbow bridge, sat down facing the enemy, twirled a flower between his fingers, and smiled.
This time, no translation was needed; the abbot's voice directly resounded in Luo Wanya's heart:
"May Buddha have mercy."
The abbot's head drooped, and he fell silent.
In an instant, a seven-colored light filled the heavens and the earth, freezing all twelve thousand war robots in mid-air, rendering them completely immobile! No one knew what level of power this was, or perhaps there was no level that could define this abbot.
The most widely circulated saying in the world of extraordinary beings was, "When disaster strikes, mental will is humanity's first line of defense against danger." This saying defined the source of power for extraordinary beings.
The old abbot's mental will had long since reached an unimaginable level. He wasn't an extraordinary being before because he felt he didn't need to be; now he had become one because the world needed him.
In the sky, the Qing family's fleet fired at the war robots frozen in mid-air, only to find that the missiles, upon entering the area of light, were also frozen, failing to explode. Everything was still.
That part of the world had become a barrier, completely unshakeable.
Qing Kun calmly watched the scene before him. To be honest, even he hadn't expected that after all this fighting, everything was still within the calculations of the person on Ginkgo Mountain: "I wonder how long Uncle Qing Tong can hold the enemy. We must evacuate quickly!" The sky brightened, then darkened again.
The remaining 210,000 members of the Parents' Association trudged through the wilderness, crossing streams and climbing over ridges.
They didn't know how long they had been fleeing, only that the journey was incredibly difficult.
They supported each other, unsure when the journey would end.
Their shoes were long gone, and their feet were covered in calluses.
There was no food left on the road; they could only barely survive on water, insects, and tree bark.
But among this group, refined by hardship, no one was lost; they knew where they were going and why.
As they walked, soldiers covered in camouflage suddenly rose from the trees ahead: "Are you brothers from the Parents' Association?"
Xiao Qi, at the front, nodded: "Yes."
One after another, figures rose from the forest to greet them: "You've worked hard. We've prepared supplies, food, clothing, and shoes for you ahead."
"How far are we from Jianmen Pass?" Xiao Qi asked.
"This is Jianmen Pass."
Xiao Qi felt like crying.
He looked back at the darkness behind him, feeling that everything would eventually pass. Those who had fallen would not be seen again, but those who had not fallen would continue to march forward together.