Twilight Boundary-Chapter 401 - 397 The Best Way to Kill the Witch God
"Wuya, hold the gu, worship the Witch!"
The Wugong Clan Chief, in his determination to recklessly rush into the mine, ended up with a bump, and the situation took an unexpected turn.
The current him, or rather this treasured gu insect, was outside the Gu Bowl and could not enter the mine. He was suddenly caught in a vulnerable situation, unprotected from all sides, his heart filled with fear and despair as he desperately began to shout.
Just like the Golden Silkworm, though powerful, it was inherently weak and could be eaten by a chicken. The current gu insect was even more so. Its insect chirps could captivate the soul and control energy flow, possessing uncanny powers, but without protection, it could be squashed with a single step.
And now, whether it was the Wu Song incarnation nearby, Hu Ma approaching from behind, or even the Meat Cutting Craftsmen and Shousui apprentices, any of them could crush him into a pulp with a single step if they wished.
In a panic, he could no longer hold back. Suddenly, he raised his voice, letting out a series of strange and obscure yells.
With his desperate screams, Wuya nearby and the Witch God outside both had intense reactions, seemingly sensing the danger of this gu insect.
Wuya, who was being gripped by the three incarnations of Wu Song and had countless gu insects crawling into her body, had become extremely quiet, seemingly showing signs of awakening.
Yet with the Clan Chief’s shout, she suddenly awoke. Strange black patterns appeared on her body like living things, and as they trembled outward, the three Witch incarnations, from which all the gu insects had emerged, began to show signs of collapse.
Outside, the Witch God, who had tried multiple times to enter the valley, seemed to react to this warning. The endless black shadow suddenly split to either side, flowing like water over the rocky slopes, through flowers and tall trees, surging from afar into the valley.
Even Hu Ma’s expression darkened momentarily at this moment...
This thing actually admitted defeat?
In essence, it was like I myself had set up an altar and was dueling with the thing the Witch had summoned. Of course, when it came to Mana, I was far inferior. The two of us were not on the same level at all.
Personal skill could never compare to the resources of clans. Their very existences were fundamentally different.
However, Hu Ma borrowed the abilities of Shousui to harness the altar’s Mana and used the altar’s Mana to strengthen Shousui’s body. This allowed him to have the ability to contend with the other side. Simply put, I might not necessarily defeat you, but I can injure you.
You want to break my Magic Altar, but it’s not that easy.
Such beings often couldn’t endure such great humiliation.
But now, a crisis suddenly appeared. This imposing Evil God actually retreated in front of the altar, dispersing its shadow, attempting to bypass the Red Lantern and enter the valley from elsewhere.
Ironically, this was working. After all, Hu Ma’s Mana was limited. His setup altar wasn’t big enough; it could at most protect Zhou Datong and the miners behind him within the Magic Altar’s range, but not the entire valley.
With a slightly cold gaze, Hu Ma only glanced into the depths of the valley. It’s time to see what that madman can do.
I’ve done my best. This thing seems more like a collection of countless Divine Souls and sinister entities—scattered and impossible to hold. Because it’s scattered, the Chains Curse can’t be applied. It’s like trying to tie up a pool of water or lock up a handful of sand. Even killing it is difficult.
I used the Dispel Curse from the Age Suppressing Book to destroy nearly half of its Mana. That was already reaching the limit. No one could say I haven’t done well...
As for you, as a fellow Reincarnator, you should at least hand in an answer sheet, right?
BOOM...
As the eerie shadow flowed into the valley, Wu Song’s incarnations suddenly collapsed completely, releasing a swarm of black Corpse Nourishing Bees, which were instantly engulfed and consumed by part of the Witch God’s Mana.
"Wuya, quickly..."
The Wugong Clan Chief was overjoyed at the sight and shouted, "Now it’s all up to you. The lives of the entire clan are in your hands..."
With the Clan Chief’s desperate plea, Wuya, who had shattered Wu Song’s three incarnations and seemed slightly softened in expression, slowly raised her head.
A crystal tear seemed to roll down from the corner of her eye. She turned to glance at her father, who had become a gu insect, and slowly kneeled on the ground, her hands clasped together in a silent prayer pose like the Witches outside the valley.
At that moment, part of the Witch God’s Mana entering the valley surged towards Wuya, creating circles of strange black patterns on her arms, waist, and legs.
The distorted and eerie power filled the entire valley, even causing Hu Ma beneath the archway to frown slightly.
He could see that Wuya was being killed by something inside her, completely killed. If earlier Wuya was only influenced by something and going mad, then now she was disappearing entirely from this world.
And then, suddenly, another flute sound echoed from the distant forest.
This flute sound was different from the previous incarnation’s playing, more elegant and pleasant, clearer to everyone’s ears.
It carried a power that only gu people knew, and it was even stronger, causing even Wuya, who was praying on the ground, to be stunned. She slightly lifted her head, her seemingly lost eyes looking towards where the flute sound came from.
Amidst the misty Gu Bees, a figure slowly emerged. He wore a white robe, his hair disheveled, walking barefoot in the woods, eyes indifferent, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.
As he appeared on the slope beside the valley, an invisible force dispersed the eerie black mist and ever-changing shadows. Even Hu Ma sensed that the Witch God, currently contending with him, seemed to react with a slight tremor.
"Wuya can’t be saved. She has ingested too much Black Tai Sui..."
Approaching slowly, the man in the white robe looked deeply at Wuya without saying a word. His gaze fell on the gu insect with the face of the Wugong Clan Chief, filled with deep pain and disappointment, murmuring,
"So, Father, did you really harm everyone’s lives for the sake of this so-called Witch God?"
"It was you who harmed Wuya..."
The Wugong Clan Chief was equally furious, his voice thick with rage, "If you hadn’t stopped me, I would have entered the mine long ago! There would be no need to drag Wuya, no need to drag so many of our clan members from outside the valley!"
Now, he seemed to have gained confidence. The Insect Chirping Divine Power, just broken by Hu Ma, seemed vaguely to be reviving, its sharp cries causing the whole valley to resonate.
"Clanspeople?"
Unexpectedly, Wu Song, or rather Monkey Wine, on the slope, was particularly calm. He lightly waved the bamboo flute in his hand, and the wind blew through its holes, producing an ethereal sound that dispersed the insect chirps of the gu insect the Wugong Clan Chief embodied.
Then he looked at the Wugong Clan Chief, his face displaying a mix of crying and laughing, and said, "Father, do you really care so much about the clan?"
"In fact, I originally planned to let you into the mine. Only by allowing this so-called Witch God you worship to be truly born, and then killing it, would I protect Wuya and the clan."
"But now, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided to kill it in a different way..."
"Kill?"
It was the first time the Clan Chief had heard Wu Song explicitly say the word "kill," and he was momentarily stunned. Then he erupted into a crazed laughter, "You’re mad; you’re really mad..."
"You delude yourself into thinking you can kill the Witch God..."
"The Witch God is the god of the Witches. As long as one Witch still exists, the Witch God will never die..."
"He already suffered a setback at the valley entrance, right? If he can experience a setback, doesn’t that mean he can die?"
Monkey Wine listened to his words, a strange light in his eyes, speaking in a low tone, "What you say is true. If a Witch lives, he will not die. Then if I kill all these clanspeople, won’t it be over?"
"Kill all the clanspeople?"
Even the Wugong Clan Chief, in his current state, was momentarily stunned, not quite understanding what Wu Song meant. Even Hu Ma by the archway felt a sudden strangeness, unable to react.
"While you were here refining gu, I went back to the village."
The man in the white robe, holding the bamboo flute, slowly regarded the Clan Chief. "I knew you brought half the clan here to help, leaving some in the village. So I killed them all, to raise the bees."
"I wanted to see if the so-called Witch God you claim protects the clan would inform you of this."
"But it didn’t, which proves it’s not as you said, a God who watches over us. The lives of the villagers do not compare to the importance of the things in the mine."
As he spoke, he slowly looked up towards the valley entrance, where the other half of the village’s clanspeople were. He seemed to lose focus for a moment before slowly saying, "And now, I plan to borrow their lives to kill your Witch God."
"It has been parasitic on our village for too long, even merged with our dead villagers and gu insects..."
"So, theoretically, when the last Witch supporting him dies, shouldn’t he also die?"
"It’s just about killing more people, but to verify a hypothesis, it’s worth it..."
"How...how dare you?"
No wonder this madman disappeared for a while, his whereabouts unknown! I had assumed he’d had another fit of madness and hidden somewhere. But it turns out he simply used that chance to go back to the village.
And no wonder he suddenly had so many materials to feed his Corpse Nourishing Bees! And now... he...
The last remnants of consciousness attached to the insect form of the Wugong Clan Chief were shaken by this scene.
He was nearly on the brink of collapse.
He never expected Wu Song to do such a thing.
An indescribable fear and despair echoed throughout the valley in the form of insect chirps. This was the first time the Wugong Clan Chief felt such an overwhelming shock that he could only utter these words.
And not just him, but even outside, the Witch God who was clearly opposing Hu Ma, suddenly felt an indescribable tremor, an unmistakable fear.
Facing their fear, Wu Song remained lost in thought for a moment. Then, a vague smile appeared on his face. He said, "You wouldn’t dare?"
"But I’ve already started..."
