novellk Chapter 46 Sea of Corpses
Chapter 46 Sea of Corpses
At the valley entrance, the deathly silence was shattered by the unwilling howls of souls.
The first rotting zombie stepped out of the shadows, followed by the second, the third... Tens of thousands of the dead surged towards the sole survivor in the snowstorm like a black tide.
Shinzo stood there, listening to his own heart pounding like a drum.
"They're here."
He muttered to himself.
The next moment, the "heart fire" within his body ignited along his meridians.
Crimson flame patterns emerged from his skin, clinging to the heavy axe blade. Xin Zang gripped the handle with both hands, facing the foremost horde of corpses, and unleashed a massive arc of fire.
boom--!
A raging wave of fire exploded out in a fan shape. The first few hundred zombies to be hit were instantly engulfed by the intense heat, their withered flesh burned to ashes. In the dark sea of corpses, a blank space was forcibly scorched out.
But this blank space was quickly filled again.
The undead behind showed no fear; they trampled over the remains of their own kind, shoving forward to fill the gap. Countless arms, covered in rotting flesh, reached out to grab Xin Zang.
Xin Zang took a deep breath of the cold air, which was mixed with the stench of decay. Immediately afterwards, a completely different color appeared in the raging crimson fire within him.
The golden light of Buddha formed the image of the wrathful Vajra.
The power from this Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas had long taken root within him. It surged from his bones and blood, intertwining with the crimson heartfire of the Fire Clan, and the myriad experiences of his life formed a series of scenes outlined by the flames.
In the largest blank space, strokes of ink gradually began to appear.
The death energy was instantly burned away upon contact with the golden light, turning into white smoke and dissipating.
"kill!"
Now that there are no more worries...
With his battle axe in hand, Xin Zang, like a ferocious beast that had broken free of its chains, crashed headlong into the desolate sea of corpses.
No extra moves are needed; you can defeat the enemy no matter how you move.
The battle axe cleaved down.
He smashed into the skull of a giant bone beast, and the massive skeleton instantly shattered into pieces. Using the momentum from swinging the axe, he swept it horizontally, cutting more than a dozen zombies that pounced on him in half at the waist, and purifying golden flames immediately ignited at the cut.
Limbs and broken bones flew through the air, and the black, foul blood was evaporated by the protective energy before it could even splatter onto him.
Xin Cang rampaged through the sea of corpses, completely abandoning any defense. Claws reaching out from all directions and pieces of scrap metal being chopped down were all blocked by the Buddha's light. With each step he took, swathes of the dead fell, and with each swing of his axe, a golden-red gap was forcefully torn open in the black tide.
But the valley entrance was simply too wide.
No matter how many people Xin Zang killed, one person couldn't form a defensive line. Corpses kept walking out from the side.
He can't possibly take care of everything on his own.
He doesn't need to consider everything.
Surrounded by a sea of corpses and amidst intense fighting, for some reason, Xin Zangyuan's thoughts gradually became more open.
The roars and sounds of bones breaking around him seemed distant, and his thoughts drifted amidst the blood and flesh.
He thought of the gods.
That was the first time he faced the gods directly.
At that time, he was a young man researching iron smelting.
He bears the empty title of the son of the King, but has no notable achievements.
He thought of Geng, the priest who had taught him, and Chang, who was now leading his people.
And... Liz.
One and a half drow elves.
"Is killing all you desire?" Her words echoed in my ears.
What is it that I truly crave deep down? Is it simply torn flesh apart? Or, like my father, to sever even more things?
In that brief moment of distraction...
A fierce wind came from the side.
A heavy iron sledgehammer pierced through the wind and snow, striking him hard on the side of his forehead.
It was a massive skeleton, its flesh still bearing the marks of hard, dark red scales—the remains of a transcendent-level dragon-blooded kobold. It had somehow blended into the ranks of ordinary zombies and crept up to Xin Zang's side.
boom!
The immense impact sent Shinzo flying.
I felt dizzy, had tinnitus, and my vision became blurred.
He crashed heavily onto the muddy, frozen ground, and the surrounding horde of corpses pounced on him like vicious dogs smelling blood, pinning him beneath them.
The stench, coldness, and darkness enveloped him instantly.
next moment.
A crimson fire erupted from the bottom of the pile of corpses, instantly burning the dozen or so zombies pressing down on him to charcoal, and the violent force sent the remains flying.
Shinzo swayed as he stood up again.
Crimson blood flowed down his forehead, slid over his brow bone, and dripped into his eyes, staining the entire world before him a bloody red.
Through the bloody light, he raised his head and looked at the dragon-blooded kobold corpse that was raising its heavy hammer once again.
My vision gradually blurred, and those memories buried deep in my blood flooded into my mind.
The father's memories, scenes he had never seen.
Roaring trolls, a desolate wilderness, routed enemies, and the father's resolute axe strike.
At this moment, the outline of the dragon-blooded kobold skeleton before him actually overlapped with the troll in his memory.
Xin Zang smiled.
He casually wiped the blood from his face and gripped the axe handle tightly again.
He mimicked his father's appearance from his memory, his legs slightly lowered, his back and waist exerting force. Crimson inner fire and dark golden Buddhist light flowed down his arm and into the cold axe blade.
On that legendary scroll outlined by flames, the most powerful stroke has fallen.
He took a step forward and swung his axe.
A dark golden arc of light tore through the wind and snow, cleanly shattering the falling hammer and splitting the dragon-blooded skeleton, along with the shadows in its memory, in two.
……
High above the heavens.
Liang Jiu looked down at the dazzling light that cleaved through the sea of corpses below, his expression calm.
"Jane," Liang Jiu said softly, "what do you think of him?"
"Suitable as a warrior, but not as a king."
"Oh?" Liang Jiu looked at the dark golden light slicing through the sea of corpses below and asked with interest, "What do you think he's lacking?"
"I haven't reviewed the data on the first-generation Human King that the Master mentioned, but based solely on his current behavioral patterns, Xin Zang is far from the leader you expect." Jane's words flowed rapidly in mid-air, stating the conclusion, "Deep in his heart, he may not have any reverence or respect for life."
"A fanatic, a monster without scruples, will destroy countless obstacles for you, and ultimately destroy himself."
"Master, he needs to be led by a rope. For the sake of your countless followers, and for his own good."
Hearing Jane's answer, Liang Jiu's smile deepened.
His gaze pierced through the wind and snow, looking into the distance.
Wasn't the rope already around his neck?