Light Fortress
Chapter 251 - 227: Undead (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 251: Chapter 227: Undead (Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Hoo..."

A long, weary sigh.

"It’s over."

Tie Wu looked down upon the scene on the ground.

A magnificent rain of iron had successfully leveled Lion Alley to the ground.

Innumerable iron objects fell from the sky, shattering the buildings below with irresistible force—it was a sweeping Divine Punishment... The old dwelling left by Lu Cheng was thoroughly destroyed, which also meant that all the documents, cases, and sealed items left by this unparalleled genius of the East Continent had turned to nothingness.

For Madam and Nan Jin... the greatest value of Lion Alley was the memories left by this old house.

But most of the spirit in this world is contained within the material.

When the material is destroyed,

The spirit... no longer exists.

The dense array of iron objects, following the will of "God," arrayed and suspended in formation, spreading out in a strange pattern of density—indeed, the original indiscriminate bombardment was simply due to the controller’s lack of strong spiritual power.

When your spiritual power is strong enough, you can control a thousand swords to strike a thousand different targets.

This iron rain, in fact, was for one person alone.

The collapsed old mansion turned into ruins, and the dense iron objects thrust into the earth, from outside to inside, from sparse to dense. In the central area, the swords were almost colliding back to front, with the latter piercing and shattering the former, showing the great density... After the iron rain ceased, the ground was gouged into a depression dozens of meters deep, with the smell of rust and fresh blood emanating from it.

The thin man sitting on the Iron Throne, his cloak already tattered, had a somewhat pale complexion. Indeed, there were "Divine Miracles" in this world, and the "Angel Envoys" who held the tokens could truly emit the radiant glow of a god.

Yet this world is still fair.

The appearance of Divine Miracles requires a price.

To become a god, one must also pay a price.

When one experiences the moment of "Extraordinary Awakening," even if it is a transformation, with muscles and bones cleansed by the Extraordinary Essence to evolve the so-called "Extraordinary Ability," to those unawakened ordinary people, the Transcendents are already like gods themselves.

And the power of the seed can be considered a second "rebirth."

The moment the will of the God of Wine descended, Tie Wu’s entire musculature and skeleton were scoured by the flood of consciousness; he became indestructible and irresistible, and the price he paid was... to bear the powerful will of the "Divine Throne" with his body as strong as steel.

This time, the use of the token lasted only a second.

But even if it was just for one second, it still put a strain on the body. How can mortals who covet Divine Power have a good end?

This is the second that will not be ignored... The lifespan of "Angel Envoys" is probably the cumulative time of these countless seconds.

As "Angel Envoys," being granted a thread of blessings by the Throne is already a tremendous enhancement.

Only in dire straits or in situations with no recourse, would one use the token—each use of the token is a burden, an overextension, and the result of overextension is only one thing.

And that is death.

But... what of it?

All mortals must die.

It’s only a matter of sooner or later.

Tie Wu leisurely, comfortably exhaled a breath of turbid air, savoring the soreness, weakness, and emptiness between his muscles and bones. In fact, the short second of using the token didn’t cause significant depletion to his body; this discomfort was not because his body couldn’t bear it, but because... the power of the Throne is indeed an addictive thing.

Once one has tasted the power of a god, one will not willingly go back to being a mortal.

Even if it’s just for a second.

In that second, he truly was a "god"; his muscles and bones were washed by Holy Light, his will shone brighter than the sun, he could dominate the life and death of everyone in this world.

There is a distinct discomfort in the body after stepping down from the Divine Altar.

But Tie Wu was in a good mood, he nearly whistled.

The Iron Throne descended slowly, hovering above the crater on the ground, and he looked down at the mangled corpse in the crater with satisfaction. His life had lost a mere "one second," whereas this man had lost everything.

Steam boiling with the heat of iron continually emanated from the crater.

Because of the Divine Power.

This rain of iron fell with tremendous heat, and now layers of rolling heatwaves still lingered on the ground. The searing iron swords had pierced through everything, including the chest of the man in the suit. Perhaps he had been a worthy opponent, but now, after having used the token, he was no more than a slightly larger ant.

Tie Wu chuckled softly, finding it a bit funny.

Even now, he didn’t know this man’s name.

But... it didn’t matter anymore.

It was time to kill Lu Nanzhi.

It was all because of this troublesome man that he had been forced to use the token, causing such a commotion. Counting the time, the Titled from the East Continent should be arriving soon... If he didn’t kill Lu Nanzhi now, the trouble to follow would be even greater.

Tie Wu silently repeated Qin Ye’s name twice in his mind, but received no response.

"Why is there no news from Old Qin..." he muttered, frowning as he stood up from the throne and began to walk forward. The Iron Throne automatically disassembled into extremely thin plates of iron that came together to form a makeshift bridge at his footsteps.

Had there been some kind of accident?

Tie Wu looked up, the Xumi above his head was still there, the domain had not been lifted... his worries should be unnecessary.

This was the East Continent Capital, who could be a threat to Qin Ye?

He couldn’t imagine who.

With a snap of his fingers, countless iron plates hurtled in all directions, as he spread his spiritual power throughout the Xumi domain in search of Lu Nanzhi’s presence.

"Hmm... found you."

He squinted his eyes.

A scene flashed into his mind; Lu Nanzhi was being carried on the back by a woman, racing towards the edge of the Xumi domain at high speed.

They were actually fleeing for their lives?

And... judging by their speed, the woman was about to leave the Xumi domain.

At the same time, the iron plates transmitted another image... in the damp and dark underground sewers of the old city, Qin Ye’s face was enveloped by a mass of inexplicable material, exuding a strong sense of death.

So that’s how it was.

It seemed that Qin Ye had also fallen into the vile trap of the East Continent people.

"Old Qin, Old Qin... you’ve met your match today?"

Tie Wu smiled, showing his white teeth.

He was about to step forward when his expression suddenly froze.

From the crater behind him... there seemed to be a faint sound.

He could not be mistaken; it was the trembling of iron.

Tie Wu frowned and turned back to look. The body, almost torn apart and nearly drained of blood, was now slowly stretching out a hand, grasping an iron sword that had pierced through its chest. Bit by bit, it was pulling it out.

Tie Wu’s expression turned very strange.

Not dead?

How could that be!