The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 755 - 364: The Role of the Male Sacrifice (Part 2)
Not to mention the members of the Judgement Court and the Night Watchers.
His gaze swept over the crowd and fixed on the white-haired girl for a moment, eyes filled with admiration.
"They are just a bunch of nobodies. The only one who could destroy us all hasn’t matured yet. We’re safe for at least ten years. No matter what the Ether Association plans today, we won’t let them have their way. We must show them whose territory Tokyo truly is!" the Think Tank boasted confidently.
He seemed brimming with confidence, assured of his victory.
For a brief moment, rainwater was gently trodden over, rippling outward.
Someone walked indifferently across the devastated overpass. Her steps were so light, yet as heavy as thunder, and her deep brown trench coat flapped in the wild wind, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Her cold and stunning face bore no adornments, the corner of her eyes stained with a vivid crimson like blood.
Such majesty.
Such murderous intent.
Thud.
The Think Tank’s legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground.
Upon seeing the woman, even Netherworld’s pupils contracted slightly.
"Think Tank, why are you kneeling?"
Ghost Eye was shocked: "Weren’t you telling us to show them a thing or two?"
Xing Yun hurriedly tried to help him up, sincerely saying: "Think Tank, stand up, good luck!"
"Are you all blind or what?"
The Think Tank growled irritably, waving his hand to signal them to back off: "Forget it, leave me alone, let me kneel here. To be honest, I kind of miss Mother Earth’s embrace..."
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Bang!
A Toyota Alphard crashed onto the sidewalk, like a buffalo slamming into a lamppost.
"What a piece of junk, so hard to drive?"
Skylark angrily slapped the steering wheel, breaking its base.
"Luckily, due to the chaos from the experimental subjects yesterday, the city is already shut down. Otherwise, we’d have been caught by the traffic police by now, and the enemy would immediately know our movements." Gu Jianlin slumped in the passenger seat, his clothes soaked with blood, even staining the seat.
"Impressive."
He gave a thumbs-up: "You don’t even know how to drive?"
Skylark clutched the dislodged steering wheel, remaining silent.
"Do you think you’ve gotten overconfident after defeating a Holy Land Level Magician?"
After a long silence, Skylark glanced sideways at him coldly, her face frosted, and said icily, "Or do you think merging two Ancient Divine Languages is something incredible?"
Gu Jianlin laughed silently: "I just hope you drive carefully."
Skylark glared at him angrily: "I’m trying my best, if you can’t hold on, just take a nap."
Ordinarily, this task should be done by the Male Sacrifice, but considering his severe injuries, she’d stepped in.
Yet he still found reasons to complain.
Given the severe aftereffects of the Ancient God Transformation, he should have been unconscious by now.
Something must be keeping him going.
Just as Gu Jianlin was about to speak, he covered his mouth, coughing painfully again. With barely any blood left in his body, what he coughed up were blood-red fragments of his organs, staining his palm with a shocking red.
He breathed heavily, his vision tinged with a crimson edge, and pulled out a bottle of Healing Secret Medicine from the Qilin Wedge, tipping it into his throat, the cool liquid flowing into his body like spring water.
The aftereffects of the Ancient God Transformation are irreversible.
Especially after using the Ancient Divine Language, had it been his old self, he would have fallen asleep instantly. However, now that he’s at the Fifth Rank, both his body and soul have grown more resilient, allowing him to hold on.
Healing Secret Medicine can only provide temporary relief, not a cure.
"What happens if you forcefully transform into an Ancient God in the real world?"
Skylark asked softly, gazing at his profile.
Gu Jianlin leaned against the car window, panting, cold sweat soaking his entire body, his hoarse voice saying: "For a long time, you won’t be able to fight anyone, and your spirituality won’t recover. You’ll feel like every bone in your body is shattered, your organs will gradually fail, and every cell will be in pain. You won’t die, but it won’t be any better than being dead."
He murmured: "It should be called a fate worse than death."
Skylark casually tossed the steering wheel out the window and asked, "What about the soul?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Ripping pain."
Gu Jianlin slumped powerlessly against the seat, whispering: "And endless nightmares."
Skylark knew he was a boy trapped in dreams.
The burning sky, endless storms, oncoming trucks, the terrifying Vermilion Bird Clan.
They were his nightmares, still imprisoning him within.
That’s probably why he feared falling asleep.
"I must admit, you’re stronger than I imagined."
Skylark seldom praised: "Last night was dangerous, thanks to you."
Gu Jianlin’s breathing was a broken bellows sound. Though he glanced at the girl’s exceptional beauty in the rearview mirror, he wasn’t moved. Instead, he calmly said: "Dangerous, perhaps not? I don’t believe you were unaware of everything, falling into the trap set by The Order of the Hidden so easily."
"I’d rather believe you did it on purpose, searching the past while confirming your enemies."
His voice weakened further, softly saying: "You’re using me."
His final words grew faint, almost inaudible, yet devoid of any emotion.
