The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 851 - 405: Qilin! (Part 2)
Tang Ling silently gripped the sword, blood flowing from her palm, yet Extreme Thunder remained unmoved.
Gu Jianlin closed his eyes, the majestic ancient dragon in his mind fell asleep, replaced by an angry Qilin.
Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the demons, he opened his eyes, his golden gaze fierce and imposing!
·
·
Time seemed frozen in this moment, as resurrected corpses overwhelmed the stubborn couple like a wave; it felt as if two innocent lambs were surrounded by a pack of wolves, the ensuing brutality was palpable, one could almost hear the sounds of flesh being torn.
Even those as stubborn as Qilin and Thunder might howl in despair.
"This scene is truly beautiful."
Jiang Chuge, carrying a sword box, remarked indifferently: "Logically, they shouldn’t survive. Creatures assimilated within a domain are immortal. These monsters will tear apart all life, or turn you into one of them."
Jiang Ziyue shrugged with a smile, sighing: "According to the orders left by the Think Tank, there’s supposed to be a good show next, though even I don’t know what it is."
This ancient ruin holds strange secrets, shrouded by the spiritual domain of the Black Supreme.
Since the revival of the mysterious inverted pyramid, the spiritual domain reversing life and death has been relentlessly spreading, until it completely engulfed this ruin-like city, forcing us to abandon it.
Because this is the domain cast by the Black Supreme, the most terrifying aspect is that it can not only resurrect the dead but also turn the living into zombie corpses!
"A terrifying spiritual domain."
Ying Changsheng gazed solemnly at the ruins below the cliff, eyes heavy, voice raspy: "Undoubtedly from the Black Supreme, I simply cannot see the core of the domain, nor can I possibly decipher it."
"What should we do?"
Li Hanting instinctively reached for the sword box on his back, his expression vigilant.
Throughout, Mu Qingyou watched coldly, indifferent to her junior sister’s fate.
Cheng Youyu and Nie Xiangsi faced palely; everything happened too quickly.
It was simply too late.
Boom!
Fierce lightning shot skyward, accompanied by angry, ferocious roars!
The demon-like living corpses were scorched by blistering flames, shattering like charred debris, scattering into black embers on the wind, then blasted into the sky by violent shockwaves.
A monster formed of menacing bones rose from the ground, bearing noble, fierce Qilin horns, with a demonic visage made of Molten Lava, black eyes flickering with golden flames; its imposing, rugged form was ablaze with fierce light, like a giant walking the earth in Ancient Times, towering high.
It roared skyward, a howl like a hurricane, sending massive rocks crashing onto broken walls and ruins.
Golden Divine Sacrificial Fire ignited, turning the barren earth into scorched land.
The supposedly immortal living corpses were charred by flames, their Life Forces consumed in an instant.
Tang Ling silently lowered her right hand shielding her eyes, raising her gaze to behold this majestic Divine.
Someone stood faintly within the bones of the Divine.
Gu Jianlin looked up, the ebony Qilin Mask on his face was nobly wicked, fierce light flowing across his body like a splendid Divine Robe, covered in black spells.
His eyes were also stern, blazing golden, and the horn atop his head was striking.
This was the pressure from Ancient Times, power as grand as the Divine, an overwhelming, mysterious aura.
Life in such a form once walked the earth in ancient days, worshipped as gods by the people of that time.
They were later known by future generations as the Ancient God Clan!
"Oh my god."
Ying Changsheng murmured softly.
The Omega Sequence members were stunned, unable to comprehend the scene before them.
Jiang Chuge’s mind was a cacophony, struggling to stay calm, not losing composure.
"Lady..."
Jiang Ziyue murmured softly, for only the lady had previously shown such terrifying power.
The issue was, Skylark was clearly the vessel of the Blood-colored Supreme, so who was the Qilin?
"Detected ultra-high specifications of Ancient God’s Breath, suspected resurrection of Ancient God Clan!"
Taixu’s cold voice resounded: "Specific positions unknown, specific positions unknown, specific positions unknown!"
The military helicopter ascended to its maximum height, red alarms blaring throughout the cabin.
Nie, the Deacon, whose right hand was still trembling, the system self-activated.
The lone alchemy missile plummeted, aimed at the demonic, menacing giant.
Gu Jianlin merely glanced up, and thousands of arcs of electricity flickered within his right palm.
A Thunderbolt Spear, formed purely from Dark Energy, coalesced, piercing through the alchemy nuclear bomb descending from the sky, effortlessly dismantling the matrix engraved within, finally exploding into a shower of electric sparks.
Though an alchemy nuclear bomb sounds intimidating, it was merely a dud once damaged in advance.
Unless its scale is immense; then no life could survive within hundreds of kilometers.
Gu Jianlin turned to face the girl before him.
Tang Ling’s red hair fluttered in the wind, her rose-colored eyes reflecting his demon-like visage.
"Now, you know who I am."
Gu Jianlin explained no further, for he had yet to figure out what had happened to himself, knowing that once exposed in front of others, he’d be regarded as the Ancient God Clan.
Because the power he possessed was beyond specifications.
Even now, unable to harness it proficiently, it was nevertheless the power of the Ancient Supreme.
When the King of Qing enacted Primordial Return, it was already infinitely close to the domain of the Ancient Supreme.
At that time, Taixu merely declared its possible emergence.
But the power Gu Jianlin displayed was unmistakably genuine Ancient God Clan aura.
To take a step back.
Even if these people were too blind to recognize it, when he uses the Ancient Divine Language, they should realize.
Furthermore, even under such terrifying pressure, the mad living corpses trembled and knelt, then consumed by the raging Divine Sacrificial Fire, with Life Force converging, which he enjoyed alone.
Gu Jianlin’s golden gaze grew fiercer, his voice like swords clashing as thunderous.
Tang Ling silently gazed at him, possessing the Bai Ze Clan’s power, with the ability to understand everything; thus, she saw more in her eyes, such as a Qilin perched deep in the boy’s eyes.
There were many inexplicable things about Gu Jianlin.
She had many guesses before, yet never considered this one.
If her guess was correct, this was an Ancient God living in the reality world.
Peak City No. 2 Middle School, Underwater Ruins, Black Cloud City.
Including West Port.
He walked in the dark, howls piercing the night, yet never discovered.
He even entered the core of order, integrating deep within the Human World.
He could have continued to remain hidden.
"You shouldn’t have exposed this power."
Tang Ling said softly: "There is no place for you in this world anymore."
Gu Jianlin’s voice thundered, roaring like the Ancient Giant God’s: "The President told me, life is short, enjoy it while you can. Do whatever you want, protect whoever you care about, quickly confess to whoever you like. Kill whoever you want to kill, don’t wait for them to die of old age."
"I don’t want to accept their terms, as that means I’ll watch her die."
He paused: "Even if everyone in the world wants her dead, I want her alive."
This speech was to gain trust and was an invitation.
Because Gu Jianlin knew what his current form meant to humanity.
Tang Ling was a human.
Without her permission, he wouldn’t take a step closer.
Because what Gu Jianlin was about to do would drag her into an abyss of no return.
"Can you do it?"
Tang Ling chuckled, bathed in golden flames, more charming than ever.
"Of course."
Gu Jianlin lifted her, golden flames burning across the bones, trembling as they trampled the barren earth; where the demons bowed, like ancient subjects welcoming the descending King.
"This is my world."
He raised his golden gaze, looking at the enemies across the ridges: "I am, Qilin."
