Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 972 - 770-771: Singing to Wine, How Brief Is Life—Like Morning Dew, Days Gone Are Sorrowful
Suddenly, a bunch of terms incomprehensible to the natives began to pop up on the battlefield from time to time.
A strangely comforting scene unfolded on the battlefield.
More than forty thousand players demonstrated a combat style akin to a regular army’s, with measured advancements and retreats amid the chaotic battlefield.
One group fed poison to Wei Jinzhong.
Another group attacked with arrows and hidden weapons from a distance.
When Wei Jinzhong used his True Qi to sweep the hidden weapons and arrows back, a cross-training blood bull immediately stepped out with a shield to block them.
Even while attacking the BOSS, the players could maneuver around the battlefield and, under the commanders’ orders, eliminate the surrounding Divine Guard army.
As Wei Jinzhong swiftly infiltrated the group of players to deploy his absorption skills for regaining energy and blood, a large number of players rapidly retreated.
Players low on blood and energy would voluntarily step forward, leaving Wei Jinzhong to absorb nothing but emptiness.
Those with such poor qinggong that they couldn’t avoid it would quickly end the lives of those around them, creating a miraculous scene as if from a joke: "If you’re a brother, come chop me."
Players without brothers nearby to help them would decisively slit their own throats on the spot, denying Wei Jinzhong any chance to absorb their blood. Among them were mischievous players who went to great lengths, dropping their pants and farting at Wei Jinzhong before committing suicide.
Want to absorb from me? Absorb my fart!
Wei Jinzhong was about to go mad, feeling increasingly powerless, True Qi depleted, and blood loss causing his movements to slow.
"He’s almost done! Everyone hold on; don’t give him even a taste of milk until the end."
"Hey, don’t be like that. Actually, I have a good idea. If anyone gets caught by this old dog, just take the most potent poison yourself and let him absorb it. It’s called human poisoning, hahaha."
"Shit shit! That’s too insidious, but I like it. Everyone, be careful, don’t take the Detoxification Pills for now. Be ready for human poisoning at any moment."
The more the players fought, the more excited they became. Some crazies were willing to die just to try what human poisoning felt like.
Anyway, it looked like Wei Jinzhong was destined to die without escape.
As long as Wei Jinzhong died, any player who had inflicted damage on him could gain varying amounts of reputation, Cultivation Points, and Potential Points. As long as they didn’t die too many times, it was a guaranteed win.
The revelry escalated to a fever pitch.
Meanwhile,
Jiang Dali had already arrived over the imperial palace in Yingtianfu City, riding on Demon Hawk, and indeed found the chaotic grounds where a bloody battle was occurring within the palace.
However, his arrival was already a step too late.
The view below showed a massive encirclement of the courtyard by fully armed imperial guards, leaving no gaps.
The ground was littered with the bodies of inner palace experts and imperial guards, lying haphazardly.
However, at this moment, everyone’s hearts and minds were shattered, with their eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the emperor who had been struck down by Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi in the courtyard.
A vast dragon energy, invisible to ordinary people yet palpable, slowly dissipated from the emperor’s body, quickly drawn by the absorbing force emanating from Zhu Wushi standing in the courtyard.
This made Zhu Wushi’s stout figure increasingly imposing, commanding respect and fear without needing to show anger, so much so that the many imperial guards did not dare step over the Thunder Pond even a half step, their minds in chaos.
At this moment, there was indeed a familiar, tall, and strong silhouette in the courtyard, none other than the Fist Tao God.
"The Emperor of Ming Country died so quickly."
Jiang Dali stood up from the Ice Soul Jade Chair, with his eyes shining with divine light, taking a deep breath to quell the shock in his heart.
Although he had already predicted that the Emperor of Ming Country was likely to die before the great battle erupted, and he hoped for the man’s demise,
seeing the ruler of a nation perish so suddenly at the hands of this formidable enemy, Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi, and feeling the dragon energy dissipate, his heart remained extremely unsettled.
"Singing to wine, how much life can afford, like morning dew, past days are bitterly few..."
Zhu Wushi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly lowered, gazing at the emperor’s corpse, and softly chanted, "Since Brother Jiang has arrived, why not come down and have a drink with My Emperor?"
His voice was not loud, yet it spread like a gust of wind, reaching everyone’s ears clearly.
It even reached Jiang Dali, who was hovering a hundred or so feet above, fully showcasing his masterful use of powerful energy, not just the abundant True Qi he had absorbed.
Jiang Dali’s expression was grave as he looked back and watched the multitude of imperial guards who had been drawn in by his arrival at the palace, and shook his head slightly.
Now, the situation had truly become a face-off: king against king, general against general.
In Ming Country, only he had the ability and courage to take action against Zhu Wushi.
Among the officers in this city, who would dare act against Zhu Wushi, who had already gained supremacy?
It’s most likely that now, even Prince Yan Di and Imperial Grandson Yun have already suffered assassination.
At this moment, his only hope was for the Eight Desolate Disciples, who received the task near Jujiu Mountain, to rescue Imperial Grandson Yun and hold on until Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing arrived in time.
Otherwise, they could only rely on Prince Yan, protected in the shadows by Cihang Jingzhai.
However, supporting a Prince Yan backed by Cihang Jingzhai is not what he desired.
But in this moment, regardless of everything else, they must first deal with this formidable opponent, Zhu Wushi.
Jiang Dali pressed his foot on the Demon Hawk.
The Demon Hawk folded its wings and swooped down.
When still forty feet from the ground, Jiang Dali had a thought to prevent any hidden enemies from sniping Demon Hawk and leaped down first.
Whoosh——
The black cloak flashed in the air, like a dark cloud falling.
Jiang Dali stepped out with the Sky Dragon Seven Steps in midair, making several turns before landing in the courtyard with a thud, leaving two deep footprints.
"Brother Jiang is as cautious as ever, meticulous in roughness, but now My Emperor has reached this juncture. No need for tricks against you, rest assured."
Zhu Wushi smiled, picked up a wine jug on the stone table in the courtyard, removed the lid, and tossed it.
The clear wine transformed into golden rain in the sunlight, falling to the ground, around the emperor’s feet, as if toasting this emperor, or perhaps Gu Santong, and many others.
He set the wine jug aside, suddenly picking up another jug.
He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The fragrance of the wine filled the air.
"Ha!"
Zhu Wushi exhaled a breath of alcohol, looked at the jug, with a composed demeanor, and faintly smiled, "I could drink this imperial palace’s fine wine every year, but drinking it today, the taste has completely changed."
"Oh? Then I should also drink some, to see how the emperor’s wine differs from the common people’s wine?"
Jiang Dali took a bold step forward.
With a wave of the cloak behind him, he sat on the stone chair, leisurely grabbing another jug of wine, crushing the lid with two fingers, and poured the clear wine down his throat.
A hot and fiery sensation rapidly spread throughout his body like a fire line.
Jiang Dali’s eyes brightened, and he laughed, "Good wine, truly good wine! Unfortunately, the person drinking it today is wrong. If my brother Xiao Feng were here, I’d get utterly drunk!"
Zhu Wushi smiled as he gazed at Jiang Dali, then drank another mouthful of wine, his eyes showing sadness, "You’re right, life’s matters are full of such helplessness. I haven’t had a drink in a long time, yet when I finally raise a glass, I can’t find the right drinking companion. These words of helplessness may seem plain, but in truth, they hold life’s greatest sorrow, the deepest pain."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes gleamed as he slammed the wine jug into the stone table, causing a blast of wine to erupt, and the fragrance filled the entire courtyard, "Could it be that someone wants to become the emperor out of helplessness? Not out of rampant ambition?"
"Having ambition isn’t a bad thing, but I, as the village chief, have always preferred straightforward people, not those who hide their intentions. Ambition to become an emperor is not something shameful, so why claim it’s helplessness?"
Zhu Wushi chuckled wryly, shaking his head, "Brother Jiang has deeply misunderstood me. I do want to be an emperor, but mainly not for the throne itself. Sitting in this position today, I feel that everything I’ve sought is empty, and my heart is quite at peace.
If Brother Jiang decides to let bygones be bygones and turn foes to friends, I could accept you as a sworn brother of a different surname, seal you as a king.
I might even march troops to help Song Country fight Jin and Liao, showing my sincerity to you."
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