novelhk Chapter 89: Prelude to Ragnarok
Chapter 89: Prelude to Ragnarok
The colors began to flow, like ink spreading into clear water.
The frozen scene outside the window gradually disintegrates, the suspended dust begins to dance again, and the stagnant wind howls once more, foreshadowing that the pause button is about to be pressed.
3, 2, 1.
Lu Dan silently counted down: "See you at the summit, everyone."
Just as time returned to normal, Lu Dan braced himself against the window frame with one hand, curled up, leaped up, smashed through the tattered window paper, and disappeared into the deep night of the backyard.
He moved so fast that the flame of the kerosene lamp in the room didn't even have time to flicker.
Now that you've obtained half of the "eye" and know the mission of your body, hesitation is the greatest form of suicide.
He had to traverse the entire shady side of the village alone, breaking through the boundary between life and death, to invite the red-clad, two-headed god who was basking in the sun on the sunny side.
This is undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble, with everyone's lives at stake.
……
Ye Jianguo stood in the center of the gate, stretched his neck, and his spine cracked repeatedly.
"Comrade Da Lu, take stock of the equipment. Don't let us down at a critical moment."
"Don't worry, team leader, everyone's here!"
Da Lu frantically patted the backpack at his waist, inside which all the equipment was neatly stacked: death traps, smoke grenades, corrosive acid...
"Comrade Chen Hua, how are you?"
"Very good, you can hold the stick and smash skulls."
Chen Hua coldly flicked the stick with a flourish.
"Zhang Min, you're at the end."
Ye Jianguo's gaze swept over the woman with a resolute look in her eyes. "That slingshot, aim carefully before you shoot."
Zhang Min gripped the seemingly ordinary wooden slingshot tightly, her palms sweating, and nodded.
Ye Jianguo took a deep breath and kicked the already deformed door bolt.
"Clang!"
The heavy wooden door swung open with a crash, as if the curtain of a hellish stage had been drawn back.
A strong wind, carrying a pungent smell of blood and the stench of corpses, swept over them, making their clothes rustle.
Outside the door lay a deathly wasteland, a mixture of stark white and pitch black.
The headless god in white did not launch an attack immediately. He was like a majestic snow mountain, looking down at a few ants crawling out of the cave.
Behind Him stood hundreds of village ghosts, densely packed together.
They remained eerily still, their eyes fixed intently on the four people.
The sense of oppression is more suffocating than a loud, desperate roar.
"Wow, what a grand welcoming ceremony!"
Ye Jianguo stepped over the threshold and stood on the steps.
"Still not asleep this late, holding an illegal assembly, and blocking the doorsteps of law-abiding citizens." He pointed his right hand, clad in red and black demon boxing gloves, at the headless god high above. "Hey headless comrade, your ideology is seriously flawed."
His response was a chilling whisper that came from all directions.
"Meat, fresh meat..."
The headless god in white slightly turned his body, raised the wide sleeves of his opera robe, and gently waved them at Ye Jianguo and the others.
"Aww—"
The horde of ghosts instantly erupted into chaos. The villagers, using their ghostly hands and feet, charged up the steps like a pack of mad black dogs, roaring and threatening to completely engulf the four people.
"Let's do it!"
Ye Jianguo roared and advanced instead of retreating.
He was like a heavy tank, crashing directly into the front row of ghost waves.
"Bad elements, attack!" The red and black gauntlets left afterimages in the air.
"Bang!"
The old man with the rotten face who was at the very front had his head explode into a cloud of blood mist, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer on a watermelon.
Ye Jianguo's punch was powerful and heavy, not only knocking the old ghost to pieces, but the shockwave from the punch also knocked the three little devils following behind to the ground.
"Da Lu, block the road!"
"Coming right up!"
Da Lu stood inside the threshold, his fat face trembling spasmodically from a mixture of excitement and fear.
He pulled two ceramic jars painted with red skulls from his bag, aimed at the densest part of the ghost horde, and smashed them hard.
"Clang, clang."
The earthenware jar shattered, and two thick plumes of yellowish-green smoke rose up, spreading rapidly like two venomous snakes.
Where the smoke enveloped the area, the charging village ghosts suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, a female ghost clutching her head suddenly turned around and opened her blood-red mouth to bite the thigh of her companion behind her.
"Meat, this is meat too!"
"Get out of my way, this is mine!"
The horde of ghosts instantly descended into chaos, tearing at and attacking each other amidst the smoke.
"pretty!"
With a shout, Chen Huajiao moved with lightning speed, cutting into the battlefield from the flank. The Soul-Slaying Staff in her hand was entirely black, faintly exuding a murderous aura.
"Clap clap clap!"
Chen Hua specifically targeted those who slipped through the net, his movements swift and ruthless, each strike aimed directly at the joints and neck. Every blow was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering and the wailing of a vengeful ghost.
The three worked together seamlessly, managing to build a blood and flesh dam against the surging tide of ghosts.
But this is just the appetizer.
The headless god in white robes lost patience with the rabble's behavior. He leaned forward slightly, his snow-white, shimmering robes fluttering even without wind.
"hiss!"
A soft sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
The water sleeves hanging on both sides suddenly swelled up, transforming into a giant white python more than ten meters long. With a sharp whistling sound, it passed through the chaotic ghost horde and went straight for Ye Jianguo, who was charging at the forefront.
"Watch out!" Zhang Min, who had been keeping a close eye on the battle, shouted a warning.
Ye Jianguo had just punched a ghost away when he felt his scalp tingle. Before he could turn around, relying on his years of fighting instincts, he crossed his arms to protect his chest. The ghost gauntlets glowed brightly red as he forcefully blocked the attack.
"boom!"
The soft white silk felt incredibly heavy. Ye Jianguo felt as if his arms had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. He slid backward for seven or eight meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the yellow earth, until his back hit the earthen wall and he barely came to a stop.
Ye Jianguo spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning red. If it weren't for the ghostly gauntlets possessing him, his arms would probably have been reduced to dust.
But that wasn't the end of it. The white ribbon didn't retract; instead, it seemed to have a life of its own, deftly circling in the air and wrapping around Ye Jianguo's waist.
A tremendous pulling force pulled him off the ground, sending him flying towards the headless god.
"Team Leader Ye!" Chen Hua exclaimed in alarm, wanting to help, but he was entangled by several ghosts around him and couldn't break free.
"Da Lu!" Ye Jianguo roared, hanging in the air.
"They're here."
Da Lu took out a ceramic jar from his bag, removed the fuse, and threw it at the white silk ribbon wrapped around Ye Jianguo.
"Boom—"
A dark blue lightning bolt exploded in the middle of the white silk, but this only caused the white silk to tremble slightly.
"What?"
Da Lu's eyes practically popped out of their sockets; this was outrageous.
Ye Jianguo was about to be dragged in front of the headless god.
"Boom!"
A crisp sound, like a snapping string, pierced the noisy battlefield.
A peanut-sized spot of light, shimmering with eerie blue inscriptions, shot towards the headless god's neck—it was Zhang Min.
She had been hiding behind the door and pulled the trigger at the last second.
The light bullet struck the edge of the headless god's neck cavity.
To the massive divine body, the bullet was like a mosquito bite, but the exorcism runes attached to it exploded instantly.
"Sizzle sizzle—"
A wisp of green smoke rose from the headless god's neck, and his movements faltered.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Jianguo struggled free from the white silk and fell heavily to the ground. Then, he sprang up with a somersault and ran away.
"Run! Run up the mountain first!"
The headless god was completely enraged. It no longer maintained its aloof sitting posture. The "horse" beneath it let out a scream and instantly shattered into pieces of flesh.
"Da Lu, Chen Hua, take Zhang Min and retreat!" Ye Jianguo commanded as he ran.
The four fought and retreated, running wildly towards the path behind the village that led to the mountaintop.
But how easy is it to get rid of the wrath of the gods? The headless god may have seemed to move slowly, but in reality, each step covered an enormous distance.
"Hiss!"
The white silk ribbon struck again like a venomous snake, this time even more swift and cunning.
Lu, who was running at the back, suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle. "Oh my god!" He was instantly lifted upside down and swayed wildly in the air.
"Let go of that fat guy!"
Chen Hua gritted her teeth and turned to save her. She leaped high into the air, her vengeful spirit staff slamming down on the white silk.
"Bang!"
The white silk ribbon didn't break; instead, Chen Hua was thrown back by a huge recoil force and crashed heavily into an earthen wall.
"Cough cough—"
Chen Hua coughed up blood and was about to get up when another white silk ribbon was wrapped around his left arm.
"Snap!"
With a sharp crack, her left arm bent down, the bone piercing through the flesh, revealing the raw, white bone.
"what!"
"Comrade Chen Hua!"
Ye Jianguo's eyes were bloodshot.
In just a moment, the team, which had been at full strength just moments before, suffered a devastating blow. Da Lu was captured, and Chen Hua lost an arm.
The headless god seemed to enjoy the thrill of cat and mouse, controlling the white silk to slowly tighten, cutting into the fat flesh of Da Lu, listening to the creaking sound of his bones.
"Help!"
Da Lu's face turned a purplish-red, and his tongue was about to stick out.
He loosened his grip on the backpack, and the priceless props scattered on the ground.
Ye Jianguo's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly stopped and ran towards the props that Da Lu had scattered.
found it!
He opened a can and threw it at Da Lu.
At the same time, he took out a red syringe from his pocket, injected it into his neck, and a visible stream of red steam gushed out from his pores. His temples, which were only gray, turned completely white in an instant, and the skin on his face quickly became dry and aged.
Da Lu was filled with purple smoke, his body swollen. He had the strength to resist and struggled to break through the white silk, but he was no match for it and was crushed into pieces of flesh.
But the Ghostly Fate Jar played a crucial role; it transformed into purple smoke and settled near Zhang Min.
Ye Jianguo appeared as if by teleportation beside the white silk that was binding Chen Hua.
The red and black demon gauntlets began to crack as they could not withstand the massive energy injection, revealing a crimson iron core inside.
He gripped the white silk ribbon tightly with both hands and roared, "Open!"
"Sizzle!"
The white silk was torn open, and he casually grabbed Chen Hua, whose arm was severed, and threw him forward: "You guys go first, I'll hold him off!"
Zhang Min hugged Chen Hua, who had been thrown over, and pulled Da Lu towards the back mountain.
Da Lu turned around and shouted, "Team leader!"
Ye Jianguo kept moving forward, desperately resisting the white silk ribbons of the headless white-robed god.
"roll!"
……
The three of them, supporting each other, stumbled and rushed toward the path leading to the top of the mountain.
Behind them, red light and white shadows intertwined, and Ye Jianguo ignited the final flames of war with his life.
This time, no one knows if this veteran cadre can create another miracle.
The wind at the mountaintop was even colder, making your bones ache.
When the scene of yin and yang dividing day and night finally appeared ahead, Da Lu knelt down with a thud and burst into tears.
They escaped, but at a terrible cost.
What's even more despairing is that at the end of the mountain road, a tall, pale figure is slowly and steadily catching up, stepping over Ye Jianguo's blood.