Dimensional Codex System: I'm really not a cultist!-Chapter 249 - 248: Sorry, This Road is Blocked
Chapter 249: Chapter 248: Sorry, This Road is Blocked
The battle was still ongoing.
Although the Followers of the Crimson Realm had already demonstrated enough courage, this time the Fire Mist Warriors who came here were elite fighters, each worth a thousand in battle. No matter how hard the Followers of the Crimson Realm tried, their barely established defensive line began to gradually wobble. After all, they were too few in number, and having misjudged the mode of attack by the Fire Mist Warriors, the defensive position was situated on the periphery which rendered them virtually unable to withstand the attacks.
It was then that Decarabia finally took action.
“Boom———!”
The earth trembled, and the next moment, several enormous shapes, akin to barracudas, burst forth from the ground, resembling monsters from myths, eyeing the invaders in front of them.
“That’s… Decarabia! Attack now, attack!”
Seeing the King of the Crimson Realm suddenly appear, the Fire Mist Warriors hastily initiated their attacks. However, to their surprise, no matter the type of attack, it caused no damage to him. Not only that, but with the appearance of Decarabia, those Follower of the Crimson Realm whom they could easily eliminate before had also become significantly stronger, not only faster than before but even their defenses had greatly increased, so much so that many times, the Fire Mist Warriors’ attacks could not even break through!
“The Free Method of transferring damage and buffing the whole team, huh? No wonder he’s the Commander.”
Standing on the walls and watching this scene unfold, Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction. Decarabia’s capacity to act as the King of the Crimson Realm and the Commander of the eastern and western fronts was not just because of his strategic wisdom, but also due to this large-scale buffing ability of the Free Method. On reflection, his own troops becoming impervious to firearms and their combat strength being massively boosted was indeed a significant headache for their enemies.
To be honest, if these Fire Mist Warriors had attacked from the periphery, Decarabia alone would have been enough to ensure they had no return. Who could have predicted they would employ a battlefield airdrop!
Even so… the number of Followers of the Crimson Realm defending the Hall of the Star Dawn was still too few…
“Go for a focused breakthrough! Build up a bridge!”
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Accompanied by a roar, the Fire Mist Warrior in black military uniform advanced once more, coldly staring at the Hall of the Star Dawn floating not far in the air. Then he suddenly raised both his hands and powerfully slapped them down on the ground!
“Thunderous rumblings—————!!”
The Free Method unfolded at that moment, the earth cracked, and rocks and soil seemingly drawn upwards floated off the ground. They then quickly solidified to form a thick and robust bridge, extending all the way across the battlefield and connecting directly to the Hall of the Star Dawn.
“Thud!!”
“Master of the Alliance.”
Feeling the intense collision beneath his feet, Fang Zheng also furrowed his brows, while at the same time, Feckoru’s voice also rose in his ears.
“The enemy has restricted the movement of the Hall of the Star Dawn, we can’t move temporarily!”
“It doesn’t matter, we couldn’t move anyway.”
Fang Zheng was not concerned about this, as the entire Hall of the Star Dawn was being used to maintain the existence of the Divine Gate and simply could not move. However, it wasn’t a problem for him.
“Leave the next to me.”
After saying this, Fang Zheng leaped from the walls and soared down, with Tilia also chuckled softly and followed closely behind him.
“All forces ready, adjust pace! Charge!!”
Following the command, the Fire Mist Warriors quickly lined up, rushing toward the City in the Sky via the bridge that spanned the battlefield.
“Not good!”
“Those damned tools!”
Seeing this scene, the surrounding Followers of the Crimson Realm were also taken aback, hastily trying to stop them but were tightly entangled by other Fire Mist Warriors, unable to move.
Now is the moment!
Clenching his fists, Zamiel led the other Fire Mist Warriors racing along the bridge. Now was the time when the personnel at the Hall of the Star Dawn was most sparse. According to “Bold Mama” Sophie Sabelishu, even if they were to call back Fire Mist Warriors from the eastern and western fronts for reinforcements, it would take at least a day. Although he didn’t know how long it would take for the return of the God of Creation, they had to seize every minute… Hmm?
“Whoosh——!”
Just then, Zamiel suddenly saw a black shadow mixed with a whooshing sound of wind coming straight towards him.
This was an attack!
“Defense, guard, isolate!”
As a battle-hardened Fire Mist Warrior, Zamiel immediately reacted. Accompanied by his thunderous roar, the next moment a sturdy wall of earth rose up from the bridge’s surface, blocking in front of Zamiel. Simultaneously, he quickly jumped backwards, retreating.
But even so, he was still one step too late.
“Swish!!”
Just as that black shadow reached the barrier Zamiel had created, he saw it suddenly transform into dozens of phantoms that violently burst forth. The next moment, the barrier he had infused with the Free Method and was incredibly solid, immediately burst as if it was mere tofu, crumbling and shattering. Simultaneously, a black shadow like a venomous snake charged through the lingering smoke directly towards Zamiel.
“Bang!!”
With a loud boom, Zamiel’s burly body also shook slightly as he staggered backward two steps before coming to a stop. He lowered his head to look at his arm, where a deep lash mark was glaringly visible.
It was at this moment that a voice sounded.
“Sorry, this road is closed.”
“Hmm?”
Upon hearing this voice, Zamiel abruptly waved his hand, signaling the other Fire Mist Warriors to halt, then he lifted his head and looked forward.
The dust, driven by the howling cold wind, quickly dispersed. Soon after, Zamiel saw a young man, about twenty years old, dressed in a black suit covered by a pitch-black cloak, with a long whip emerging from beneath his cloak, slithering like a venomous snake before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
By the young man’s side was a girl in a pink dress, lovely and exquisite like a French doll, currently holding a parasol with a smile as she watched the Fire Mist Warriors before her.
Zamiel was naturally familiar with these two individuals.
“Voyager Fang Zheng? Aizenta Tilia? What are you doing here?”
Honestly, the appearance of these two indeed greatly surprised Zamiel; he hadn’t expected that these two calamities would also join the masquerade ball—and more importantly, by their looks, it was clear that they intended to become his enemies?
“Why are we here? It’s a long story, and I don’t think now is the time to explain it to you.”
In response to Zamiel’s inquiry, Fang Zheng shrugged his shoulders.
“In any case, I am here to stop you—the road is closed, find another way.”
“What did you say, you brat!”
“Go die!”
Before Fang Zheng’s words ended, accompanied by a roar, several Fire Mist Warriors leaped out from the crowd and rushed towards him. However, facing these Fire Mist Warriors charging at him, Fang Zheng showed no fear; instead, his lips curled into a slight, cold smile.
“Not good!”
Seeing Fang Zheng’s expression, Zamiel’s face suddenly turned pale; he hastily looked ahead and shouted loudly.
“Stop, come back!”
Unfortunately, it was too late.
“Swoosh!”
Just as the Fire Mist Warriors reached Fang Zheng, the pitch-black long whip reappeared out of thin air, instantly transforming into multiple whip shadows and lashing out in all directions. These warriors had not anticipated such a sudden and decisive counterattack, so much so that they could not even defend themselves and were struck by the mysterious whip, screaming as they fell to the ground.
“Bang!”
In the blink of an eye, the previously fierce Fire Mist Warriors were now lying before Fang Zheng, becoming corpses. Their eyes wide open, they seemed unaware of what had just happened, but the deep whip marks indented into their bodies, as if sliced open, told the entire story.
“It seems that the ‘Bouncy Ball’ professor’s invention is quite decent.”
Looking at this scene, Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction. The long whip in his hand was not his spoils of war from coming to the Hall of the Star Dawn but a Self-Disciplined Combat Artifact made for him by “Inquiry Seeking” Dantalian. Initially, that mad professor planned to attach it to Fang Zheng’s head in the form of a wig, but Fang Zheng had flatly refused.
The Qing Dynasty has been gone for so many years, who the hell still wears a queue!
Eventually, having no other choice, Dantalian had to turn this artifact into a long whip, and the original name “Dragon Tail” had been discarded by Fang Zheng, replaced with a new name—Forbidden Whip.
Now all I’m missing is an iron mask and the Black Qilin and then I would be invincible… Looking at the bodies of Fire Mist Warriors that turned into flames and vanished, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but remark. With everything so stable, how could I possibly lose? Even the Twelve Immortals of Taiyi would have to kneel!
“All together now!”
Watching the Fire Mist Warriors fall before him, Zamiel’s expression was grave. He remained silent for a moment, then decisively issued an order.
After all, there were only two of them. As long as he could entangle them, there was still a chance for the others to break through and enter the Hall of the Star Dawn!
“Truly won’t give up until reaching the Yellow River.”
Looking at the Fire Mist Warriors charging towards him, Fang Zheng snorted coldly.
If that’s the case, then let me send you all back home.
With that thought, Fang Zheng raised his right hand.
“Sealing.”
The cold wind surged, and snow and frost roared in, enveloping everything.
