The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 1037 - 487: Qilin Invasion (Part 3)
Cheng Youyu was greatly shocked, quickly turned to look at him, his voice trembling: "Brother Lin, are you crazy? Platinum is a Demigod. Even though you can kill those at the Holy Land Level now, you can’t defeat him."
Gu Jianlin leaned against the car door, hands in his pockets, expressionless, and said: "I don’t intend to defeat him, but I must make him know that I’ve arrived. Moreover, the President died from the Judgement Court’s betrayal. I also need to let them know what it feels like to be betrayed by the subordinate you once most trusted."
He walked around to the driver’s side window, took a sealed glass vial from his pocket, and threw it in.
Cheng Youyu hurriedly caught it, and before he could ask what it was, he saw him already turning away to leave.
In Fatty’s headphones, a hoarse laughter was heard.
It was the laughter of Old Master Si.
"Brother Cheng, since the boss has already left, shall we begin?"
Cheng Youyu lowered his head, his expression turning horrified, and his hands were trembling violently.
Because inside that vial floated ten whole drops of golden blood.
Ancient God’s Blood!
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At the Deep Space Headquarters, Platinum was sitting in the office drinking tea. He knew his two senior brothers had already arrived in the Magic City, but as a Commander, he must have the stability to remain unflustered in the face of the collapsing mountains. He is now the master of the Ether Association, wielding the immense might of the Extraordinary World, and he has the Bai Ze Clan backing him.
He feared nothing.
"It seems they are fighting with restraint."
Rhein sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, expressionless, and said: "There hasn’t been too much commotion."
Platinum responded with a hum. The secrecy of the Extraordinary World still needed to be ensured; for Demigod Level Ascenders, they have already achieved a return to the truth. If they wished, they could minimize the scope of the battle’s impact, even reduce it to the extent of an arena match that ordinary people wouldn’t even notice.
The frontline combat forces of the entire Magic City are now converging towards Hongqiao Airport, with the strategy distilled into one word.
Delay!
After all, the opponents this time are Qing and Chi. Besides delaying, there is no other recourse.
The reason Platinum wanted to delay was that his confidence came from the Bai Ze Clan.
The office was pitch black, and only the faint light of a projection screen was on.
On the light screen faintly reflected was a terrifying head like a demon god, flickering like a ghost shadow.
Sometimes it was like an incomparably handsome face, with deep blue glinting terrifyingly in its golden eyes.
A pale-faced man, wearing a helmet with cables connected to the projector, was twitching and trembling all over. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
As if enduring immense pressure.
This was Platinum’s private secretary, specifically responsible for communications with the Bai Ze Clan.
Holy Land Level Spirit Medium, extremely valuable.
"I thank you very much for still responding to my call."
Platinum said, with hands folded on the table, in a deep voice: "We need your help."
Rhein turned, gazing at the mysterious face in the light screen.
For a moment.
An utterly emotionless voice rang out.
"I’ve made it clear that I won’t provide any more assistance until the vessel is recovered."
Bai Ze!
That was Bai Ze’s voice!
"We’ve been recovering Pseudo Ancestors worldwide as much as possible and spreading out our eyes."
Platinum took a deep breath: "I need time. Qing and Chi have already arrived!"
"I’m not bargaining with you, but simply stating a fact. With the Lushu sealed, the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion has already lost the ability to mobilize the Pseudo Ancestors. The renovation plan for the Judgement Court Faction is also forcibly terminated. I am merely the fragmented human awareness, far from that White Supreme."
Bai Ze responded: "You should be quite aware."
Platinum was silent for a moment, raising a finger: "I hope to gain the help of the Kua Fu Ancestor."
The room fell into silence.
The private secretary’s seven orifices bled, nearly collapsing.
Platinum watched anxiously, not because he cared about human life, but because this was one of his very few assets. Every second of communication was extremely dear. If it were truly killed, it would be tough to find a replacement.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Destiny Pavilion simply did not care.
Long after, Bai Ze said mildly: "I need to consider, Kua Fu is currently in a dormant state, forcibly awakening Him will likely require paying some price. I know you’re anxious, but don’t be too hasty... Considering my foresight, what happens next should cause you a headache."
Platinum was momentarily stunned.
At this moment, Rhein’s gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly changed.
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With the air raid sirens resounding throughout the city, Gu Jianlin climbed to the top of the television tower, the howling night wind rushing against him, sweeping through his black hair and shirt, causing the fabric hem to flap wildly.
Just like those extreme sports enthusiasts who love urban climbing, he was now standing at a great height in the city, the changing lights of the television tower illuminating his expressionless face.
And the molten lava flowing in his eyes.
Amid the howling wind, the clouds in the night sky were also surging.
Vaguely like an angry Qilin.
Candle Light Law.
You Ying Law.
The Third Law!
Amid the murmurs unknown, the ancient forbidden curses appeared on his skin, intertwining and winding.
Gu Jianlin raised his right hand, his fingertips entwined with countless strands of black lightning, the Soul River already compressed to the extreme, the Spiritual Body already integrated within, a Black Qilin’s Original State flickering indistinctly in the darkness!
Boom!
Like a gunshot firing.
Amid the void’s rupture, the entire electrical system of the television tower abruptly short-circuited, the changing neon lights extinguished, the sudden descending darkness filled only with great rumbling, black flashes merging into the night!
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Boom!
The glass window in front of Rhein abruptly shattered, countless shattered fragments came crashing like a torrential rain.
He raised his head, his cold, stern face enveloped by the oncoming black flash!
With a thunderous bang, even though it was just a slender black flash, when it exploded, it was like a terrifying deluge, violent arcs of Dark Energy instantly engulfing the entire office, with thunder roaring like a monster’s growl.
Even Platinum was engulfed by this black flash, his eyes a mixture of shock and fury!
So fast!
Even as a Demigod, he hardly had any forewarning.
The issue was that the private secretary was not a Demigod.
Thus it was no surprise that he was blown apart in the violent arcs, disintegrating and collapsing inch by inch.
After the black flash poured out and dissipated, the entire office had become a ruin, even the ceiling had been blown off, and the light screen had long since gone out, leaving only vague laughter.
As for the private secretary, not even a bone remained.
Rhein was shrouded in scorching arcs of electricity, the upper half of his suit was already burned away, fortunately, his trousers remained intact, black smoke curled from his shoes, especially with faint scratch marks underfoot.
That was the trace left by his shoe soles friction with the ground.
The assailant’s attack made him take half a step back.
As for Platinum, he was already in tattered clothing, like a beggar, his hair electrified upright.
"Bastard!"
The office desk was smashed by his palm, a faint sword cry echoed.
As a battle-hardened Demigod, he only needed a moment to deduce the assailant’s direction, thus without hesitation, he flicked out a ballpoint pen, its tip vibrated like a sword edge, surging with terrifying Sword Qi.
The Sword Qi seemingly ordinary, yet concealing a world-ending might.
No matter who—death was inevitable!
The ballpoint pen skimmed past Rhein’s cheek, and the sword cry erupted explosively.
"Father..."
Yet at this moment, Rhein seemed to glimpse, within the depths of the clouds, an angry, ferocious Qilin.
"Detected Original Disaster..."
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"Hush."
Gu Jianlin raised his intense golden eyes, lifted his hand to his face, myriad strands of black light debris emerging, eventually coalescing into a stern and fearsome ink jade mask, noble and sinister dragon horns sprouting atop.
He placed a finger to his lips, gently exhaling a syllable.
Ancient Divine Language.
