Dawn of a New Era-Chapter 420 - 395: Ambushed

The night was pitch black.

In a desolate, unfinished building.

In the corner, several stray dog carcasses, disemboweled, cut into large chunks of meat.

Six barbarians silently tore into the raw flesh, blood splattering from their mouths.

The environment dictates the customs; in the strange world, under normal conditions, it’s hard to light a fire, and eating raw food has become a habit.

At this moment, an unusually strong barbarian cautiously and respectfully asked a massive shadow in the distance, "Respected master, Luo Ba, Heishan, and Majiao have not returned yet. Could they be dead?"

These barbarians were formidable warriors summoned from various tribes, but they dared not offend this vicious and fearsome master.

When they first arrived, a tribal leader from a small tribe, oblivious to the height of the heavens, spoke disrespectfully. However, the master only gave him a glance, and the man immediately froze, completely stiff, and was eventually eaten alive from head to toe.

The massive shadow, gorging beside them, lifted its head, revealing a ferocious face. It smiled bloodthirstily, sharp teeth dripping with blood and tendrils of flesh, and rasped, "Are you asking me?"

"Y-Yes, respected master," the barbarian couldn’t help but swallow, replying.

"I don’t know about the others, but Majiao is down to just one leg!" He extended a pale, large hand, lifting a leg, gesturing slightly towards the nearby barbarians. The leg, over a meter long, looked like a lamb’s leg in his hand.

The surroundings suddenly went quiet.

"Y-You killed him? He was a devout follower of the Lord. Aren’t you afraid of the great Lord’s wrath?"

"Wrath, no, never! I would never anger a True God. I’m just eating his corpse; I don’t think He would mind." The shadow said calmly.

Hearing it was a corpse, all the barbarians breathed a sigh of relief.

Cannibalism is quite common in the strange world. Many tribes never waste the corpses of their clan members after death. Unlike humans, they don’t feel much discomfort about eating corpses. To them, a corpse is merely a vessel for the soul. Once the soul leaves, it becomes just a pile of flesh, no different from other meat.

"Respected master, do you know how Majiao died?"

"He was killed by a strong human!" the shadow said calmly, then began gnawing on the remaining leg, flesh and bone, the sound of cracking resonating eerily in the silent building.

"Humans have strong ones too? Aren’t humans at most just like our ordinary warriors? We’ve killed so many these days," a barbarian said incredulously. He had just arrived on Earth recently and hadn’t encountered any strong ones, though the humans’ weapons were quite formidable.

"Humans do have strong ones, just very, very few!" another barbarian said gravely, then looked towards the shadow. "Respected master, why didn’t you kill him? Is that human stronger than you?"

The shadow, busy feasting on the corpse, paused, then smiled bloodthirstily and said, "No, to me, you’re all no different. I just don’t like wasting food. One corpse is enough to eat; any more would have to be left for tomorrow, and it wouldn’t be fresh."

...

Having finished practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Horizontal Training, Chen Shouyi sat on the bed, checking his attribute panel:

"Finally, my willpower increased by 0.1 points!"

He exhaled, rested for a while, let his strength recover a bit, poured himself a cup of hot water, drank it in two or three gulps without minding the heat, and picked up his sword, "Let’s see how the sword qi is!"

He tested the length of the sword qi against the wall.

"It’s already 25 centimeters!"

Then, Chen Shouyi tested the weight he could manipulate.

He found he had made significant progress in this area and could lift up to fifty kilograms.

He became a bit excited.

Fifty kilograms, which is about the weight of a woman.

In theory, he could already make most women fly.

Of course, in reality, his strength was still slightly lacking.

Chen Shouyi had long noticed that living beings and non-living entities were different; living beings emitted a spiritual field all over (where perception and will combine into spiritual power, two sides of the same coin), and although an ordinary person’s spiritual field was too weak to be noteworthy, it could still interfere with his willpower to some extent.

If his willpower could be fully unleashed on a corpse, it could only exert seventy percent on an ordinary person.

And the stronger the spiritual field, the greater the interference.

As for a peak martial artist like Luo Jingwen, whose perception and will were extremely strong, his willpower had virtually no effect.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no restrictions when applied to himself.

Chen Shouyi felt that when his willpower acted on himself, he felt significantly lighter.

Unfortunately, he weighed 150 kilograms; even minus fifty, he was still 100 kilograms.

"However, at this rate of improvement, once my willpower reaches seventeen points, I should be able to fly!" Thinking about flying through the air like a bird, Chen Shouyi couldn’t help but smile faintly.

"Alas, I just don’t know how long I’ll have to wait." He sighed, sheathed his sword, and went to the bathroom to shower.

...

The news of killing three barbarians yesterday quickly spread.

Early in the morning, a deputy commander from the local garrison personally came to the door with a group of people, warmly expressing gratitude and specifically arranging personnel to continue the entrapment operation.

Unlike yesterday’s hasty setup, to make it more convincing, the local garrison provided a set of Major General’s military attire, an armored vehicle, and the bait was no longer ordinary soldiers, each one was a military martial artist.

Chen Shouyi initially thought more would be attracted this time once the barbarians discovered it, they would definitely swarm in.

However, a whole morning passed, and after running around a district, not a single barbarian appeared.

"Chief Advisor, perhaps we should eat first!" proposed a military martial artist.

"Alright," Chen Shouyi checked the time and saw it was already noon and said helplessly.

The meal was single-ration military food they carried.

Chen Shouyi tore open a packet of beef jerky, putting it in his mouth to chew, glanced at the armored vehicle a dozen meters behind, and asked, "Do you think it could be because of that big fellow that the barbarians dare not come?"

"It shouldn’t be, those barbarians are powerful and bold, daring even to attack a military camp; such an armored vehicle is nothing in their eyes," said another military martial artist.

Half a day’s interaction had made the military martial artists significantly more relaxed, not as tense as they initially were.

"Well, that’s strange!" Chen Shouyi joked, "Could it be that they’re afraid because I killed them?"

"I think it could be possible!" the military officer immediately complimented.

"Definitely scared!" another martial artist tactfully added.

...

After lunch and a short rest, they continued moving.

Passing a tall building, Chen Shouyi suddenly sensed a strong feeling of being watched, an inkling of danger, his face changed slightly, and he abruptly halted: "Everyone, retreat."

Just as he finished speaking, a massive chunk of concrete plunged rapidly from above, whistling like a shell.

The next moment, it crashed heavily onto the armored vehicle behind them.

The ten-ton armored vehicle was smashed airborne, rolling and shattering the opposite building’s wall.

An adjacent military martial artist could not dodge in time and was hit in the head by a piece of debris, vibrating his whole body, his skull shattered, dead on the spot.

The sudden attack left Chen Shouyi with barely enough time to shield nearby martial artists from debris, unable to save everyone.

The next moment, he witnessed a massive figure leap from the building, landing on the ground.