Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 2296 - 1027: Hundred Monks One Poem

Corpses littered the battlefield, chaos everywhere.

Lin Baici unleashed a Dragon Fist, breaking through the cavalry’s encirclement, then immediately pressed his feet down hard, urging his horse forward.

The warhorse neighed long and galloped away!

The four hooves with iron shoes struck the ground, sending dirt flying.

"Eri!"

Lin Baici saw that although San Miyairi had seized a horse, she was surrounded by cavalry and couldn’t break out.

Swish! Swish!

Arrows pierced the air, striking her.

Lin Baici grabbed a long spear stuck in the ground and charged forward.

Bodhi Messenger’s Cassock activated,

Muscle Buddha appeared.

Its over three-meter tall frame towered above soldiers on horseback, let alone the fact it had two huge fists, swinging its arms wide in both directions, each punch capable of sending several flying.

Muscle Buddha’s strength was immense; cavalry hit by it flew more than ten meters, causing them to collide like human cannonballs, crashing into large groups.

Lin Baici followed behind Muscle Buddha, who sprinted with giant strides, passing through the overturned cavalry formation.

"Eri, let’s go!"

Lin Baici urged.

The cavalry couldn’t be fully dispatched, even with Lin Baici’s Divine Grace at his disposal.

There were simply too many monsters.

"Grab another horse!"

San Miyairi reminded; she not only mounted one horse but also clutched the reins of another.

With two horses, there was a chance to escape.

Muscle Buddha stayed behind to fend off the enemy, while Lin Baici and San Miyairi seized the opportunity to gallop away.

Both were shrewd individuals, choosing the strongest warhorses, clearly exceptional steeds that ran exceptionally fast, leaving the cavalry far behind in no time.

To pass through this rule pollution, one must either capture the enemy’s famous general’s head, or flee all the way.

If choosing the latter, a key move is to counterattack a group of cavalry and seize a swift steed!

Otherwise, riding the kind of horse first picked, there’s simply no chance of escape.

Hyah! Hyah!

Lin Baici used the Bronze Sword as a whip, vigorously striking the horse’s rump to speed it up. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Once it was too exhausted to run, they switched horses.

The two dashed for half an hour until finally, they saw a sparse forest ahead.

"Finally, we’re leaving this damned plain!"

San Miyairi glanced back.

The cavalry continued their relentless pursuit, but clearly couldn’t keep up with Lin Baici and San Miyairi, each riding two horses.

However, they didn’t feel good either; this way of riding not only hurt their backs, displacing internal organs into chaos, but the pain from their inner thighs rubbing was unbearable.

No wonder ancient scouts, rushing eight hundred miles, could lose half their lives.

These horses aren’t for ordinary people to ride.

The pair charged into the forest.

On the ground lay decaying leaves and twigs, moist soil where hooves sank an inch deep, coupled with thick trees intertwining, they couldn’t speed up even if they wanted to.

Lin Baici glanced over his shoulder.

"Abandon the horses!"

Lin Baici decisively dismounted.

San Miyairi swiftly followed suit; given their stamina, running in such a forest was faster than riding.

"What rule pollution do we face next?"

Lin Baici wanted to prepare in advance.

"Hundred Monks One Poem!"

San Miyairi knew but had never experienced it.

As Dayao’s Snow Princess, her status was relatively noble, without barging into the Dragon Palace, she wouldn’t encounter such rule pollution similar to Guardian Palace Formation.

"What is that?"

Lin Baici didn’t understand.

"It’s just monks singing!"

San Miyairi explained, "A spiritual kind of pollution!"

"I think with your willpower, you’ll withstand it!"

San Miyairi gave a faint compliment.

The pair spared no effort, rampaging all the way.

Huff! Huff!

San Miyairi gasped heavily, feeling like her lungs were burning, her throat dry, mouth sticky, desperately wanting a sip to soothe her throat.

But with Lin Baici still running ahead, she felt shy to stop.

She had to endure!

But it was extremely uncomfortable!

San Miyairi had practiced long-distance running since childhood; she was an athlete and a champion of the famous Hakone Ekiden — the collegiate relay race between Tokyo and Hakone — before becoming a God Hunter.

After becoming a God Hunter, San Miyairi didn’t slacken, instead doubling her training.

Despite appearing delicate, this Sakura girl would reveal finely-toned muscles if she disrobed.

In Dayao, San Miyairi’s physical strength ranked in the top three, yet now Lin Baici seemed unaffected, while she was almost coughing up her lungs.

"What a terrifying stamina monster!"

San Miyairi thought Lin Baici, fully charged, would certainly exhaust his girlfriend in bed.

At least three would be needed to handle him.

"Tired?"

Lin Baici’s voice suddenly sounded, and he started to slow down.

"Still... still okay!"

San Miyairi panted heavily, wiping sweat from her forehead.

"Seems like no one’s chasing us now?"

Lin Baici heard no sound.

"Even if someone is chasing us, they’ve fallen far behind!"

San Miyairi retorted, "Even a wild horse trying to catch us would probably bleed from exhaustion."

"How much longer to get out of here?"

Lin Baici hadn’t asked San Miyairi before, but could infer from the term ’Hundred Monks One Poem.’

There must be a temple ahead.

Otherwise, where would so many monks come from?

"I don’t know!"

San Miyairi smiled apologetically, "I’ve never encountered this!"

The next rule pollution didn’t delay for long. Ten minutes later, Lin Baici and San Miyairi burst from the forest into the open.