I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 886 - 886 885. A hundred martial skills this is a saturated

Chapter 886: 885. A hundred martial skills, this is a saturated attack. Chapter 886: 885. A hundred martial skills, this is a saturated attack. Seeing the rocket vanish in an instant, Plato felt an inexplicable sense of loss for a moment.

“Is it really not working…”

he thought to himself.

Although he didn’t know where Lu Ban had conjured the weapon from, it seemed, despite its flashy appearance, that within Urukluqqa’s spiritual world, all of these were false, fragile, and could be erased with a mere thought.

However, Lu Ban showed no signs of giving up.

In his rocket launcher, he immediately reloaded all the ammunition.

Then, without even checking the situation, Lu Ban fired the rockets again.

Moreover, the firings seemed continuous, as countless rockets burst from the launcher.

Urukluqqa sensed something was amiss.

With a thought, all the rockets vanished again, as if they had never existed.

But before he could relax, even more rockets appeared.

The rockets were as dense as raindrops, never-ending, and each time Urukluqqa erased one, more would immediately appear, growing more numerous, filling the sky and blocking the sun.

Urukluqqa felt a bit irritated. Although eliminating these rockets was but a matter of time, as easy as swatting a single mosquito, when there are too many mosquitoes, it becomes annoying.

The attack and defense continued for a while.

It wasn’t until perhaps the hundredth time erasing Lu Ban’s rockets that Urukluqqa noticed something wrong.

Now he needed intense focus to erase all of the rockets, and although the action was instantaneous, it still took time and attention.

As Lu Ban’s rockets increased in number, the activity demanded more energy.

Urukluqqa suddenly realized a terrifying fact: if the quantity of rocket launchers continued to grow, then after some time, he might truly not be able to completely defend against them.

Again, countless rockets ascended, this time engulfing the sky, even obscuring the subconscious void.

It was hard to imagine the destruction that would ensue if so many rockets were to fall.

This place was Urukluqqa’s spiritual world, which meant that the entire consciousness was Urukluqqa’s, and irreversible damage would wound him.

Most attacks were not threatening enough.

Who would have thought that one day, someone could set off fireworks in Urukluqqa’s brain?

Countless rockets fell from the sky, vanished immediately, and then reappeared just as fast.

These rockets were like a countdown, torturing Urukluqqa’s nerves bit by bit.

This feeling was like slicing bullets with a sharp knife; you must succeed every time, while your opponent only needs to succeed once to doom you.

As a veteran soldier accustomed to seeing everything in battle, Urukluqqa shouldn’t have feared facing this situation. After all, they were ultimate warriors who could campaign across alien and harsh worlds for decades. This little problem was nothing.

But unexpectedly, the opponent was using a Gatling gun!

And damn it, it was a triple-barrel Gatling spewing blue flames!!!

Urukluqqa didn’t anticipate that in such a short time, Lu Ban would be able to create so many weapons inside his own mind labyrinth!

How did he do it?

Within his thoughts, Urukluqqa realized he no longer had the ability to eliminate all the rocket launchers.

Some slipped through the net and fell into the Mind Labyrinth.

Mushroom clouds rose one after another.

Soon, the second wave, then the third wave of rockets descended, destroying the complex labyrinth with artillery fire. Amid the smoke, no traps or monsters could escape death, not even the Mimic.

Seeing this, Plato felt a shiver of terror.

After all, Lu Ban had materialized so many weapons in another’s Spiritual World, even overwhelming the owner.

This was like a character you concocted in your mind beginning to influence you in return, and you find that their existence can’t be erased, and they even start whispering in your ears.

To put it more plainly, you are on the verge of going insane.

As artillery roared, Lu Ban showed no sign of stopping.

Boom, boom, boom—

Countless rockets fell into the labyrinth, shattering all existence. On the scorched earth, not even ashes remained.

On the other side, Urukluqqa felt waves of pain. There was no doubt that the artillery was tearing at his will. As Lu Ban bombarded the area, Urukluqqa’s Sanity continuously decreased within his field of vision.

“You have suffered Indescribable destruction, Sanity -1”

The ghastly characters fell like a cascade, and Urukluqqa was no longer counting how much Sanity he had lost. He immediately split his will, completely segregating the area where Lu Ban was. Intense pain swept through Octopus Man’s brain, but he could not return directly to the real world.

If he were to awaken now, then Lu Ban and Plato would attack Urukluqqa’s brain more recklessly. By that time, even if he didn’t die, he would be driven to the brink of madness.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Urukluqqa decided to employ the most violent method.

A phantom shadow appeared above the Mind Labyrinth, which had been leveled.

The massive shadow resembled an octopus, with thick tentacles spreading in every direction, searching for Lu Ban.

Rockets fell on the tentacles, and the explosive flames engulfed them, but did not incinerate them. Their powerful self-healing abilities made the tentacles the most potent weapons, smashing down towards Lu Ban.

Plato had not yet lent a hand when the rocket launcher in Lu Ban’s hands began to deform.

It transformed from a shoulder-mounted individual combat weapon abruptly into a rocket launcher vehicle brimming with ammunition.

It then morphed from one vehicle to several, which majestically expanded into an entire military arsenal in the void.

The appearance of these vehicles varied. Some were dense box rocket launchers, intercontinental strategic missiles, Space-based Kinetic Weapons, and even the “Truth” that could rival most civilizations.

It was hard to imagine that such things would appear in the brain of a Foreign Domain’s octopus, and arranged so orderly at that.

Plato didn’t know how Lu Ban managed this, but he only saw Lu Ban wave his hand, and all the weapons launched at once toward that gigantic, monster-like octopus.

“Back in my hometown, there’s a saying,”

Lu Ban said.

“All fear stems from insufficient firepower.”

With his words, mushroom clouds ascended, explosions thundered one after another, and in the subconscious void, countless trajectories of light fell, like a classic poem passed down through the ages.

The east wind unfurls blooming flowers upon a thousand trees. To fly even more, star-like rain.

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