Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 945 Magical Artifacts Not Seen in the Original Work

Ma Xianhong rarely, if ever, encountered a situation where all the magical artifacts he had crafted would become ineffective.

The people surrounding and attacking him seemed to have specially cultivated techniques to target his magical artifacts; no matter what artifact he used, it was being targeted.

Although Ma Xianhong had never seen these people's strength, he had some idea of ​​what they were capable of. He didn't intend to defeat them with Ru Hua's army, but he should be able to create some opportunities.

According to Ma Xianhong's plan, under the cover of Ru Hua's army, he would launch attacks with his other magical weapons one by one, catching these besieging contestants off guard, or even directly rushing to their faces and breaking off one of their fingers first.

At that moment, Ma Xianhong was still sneering to himself. It seemed like a siege, but it was hard to say who was actually besieging whom.

Now it seems easy to talk about.

Even the magical artifacts he threw out were dealt with with ease, and Ma Xianhong himself was unable to break through the encirclement.

In the images transmitted back by his fly-like compound eyes, the four people were standing in one direction, dealing with his Ruhua in batches.

Feng Shayan, who had frozen herself in the Soul-Shaking Bell, then waved her hands, and a huge dimensional rift appeared, directly swallowing her Ruhua into some unknown dimension.

This was the skill He Songling had recently taught Feng Shayan: manipulating space to its extreme, elevating what was originally an innate ability to the level of a "miracle skill." The original Feng Shayan, at only a high-level talent, would never have possessed such ability.

Xia He from the north is alluring and seductive. Ma Xianhong also knows that the Quanxing Demoness, Gua Gu Dao, is a naturally gifted individual. But can a naturally gifted individual possess such powerful abilities?

After being enhanced by He Songling, this old woman's allure was so strong that she could even bewitch and control Qi and inanimate objects.

As the creator, Ma Xianhong could clearly sense the Qi and core control components he left inside the Ruhua doll, which were cheering and fawning over Xia He in front of him, like a sycophant.

The most insidious thing about Xia He was that he didn't sever the connection between Ma Xianhong and the Ruhua puppets, allowing Ma Xianhong to clearly perceive how these Ruhua puppets betrayed him.

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit. Ma Xianhong was like an incompetent husband, helplessly watching the mechanical puppets he had created serve others, even though they were still under his control.

The dolls bewitched by Xia He formed a human wall, blocking Ru Hua from rushing up from behind, and then, as Xia He moved forward, she controlled them.

One batch after another, like a snowball rolling downhill.

The situation was much simpler for the two sorcerers. They would use the Chaotic Golden Clapper to immobilize the puppet, and then use a spatial array to teleport it back and forth, keeping the puppet constantly on its toes.

Because the scene was so relaxed, there was no need to fight as desperately as Wang Ye did in the original work, directly using a large-scale Li character magic array to burn all the puppets to ashes—after all, Lao Ma is one of us now!

Ma Xianhong had never felt so helpless. Even when he regained his memories and saw Qu Tong massacre his entire family and forcibly abduct him, he was not so terrified.

These four people not only seemed to be handling the situation with ease, but they even had to hold back. They had agreed to split into four groups to deal with each other separately. If they didn't hold back, they might accidentally eliminate more than half of Ru Hua.

"Damn it, so what if you learn from a god?"

Just as Ma Xianhong was cursing through gritted teeth, he suddenly saw two figures appear before him under the cover of the chaotic handling of Ru Hua's army.

"Hmph, we've been waiting for you!"

Although Ma Xianhong was a little flustered, and although his "flowery army" was being dismantled like children's toys by those four, he was still firmly seated in his formation, unaffected by any attacks that would cause him to panic. The two men's ability to conceal themselves was, to the naked eye, superb; however, under the watchful eyes of countless compound-eyed flies in mid-air, their paths were as clear as ink dots on white paper.

"bass!"

Two sharp sword energies swept forward, attacking Ma Xianhong from different directions. At the same time, a black, viscous pool of lightning secretly extended from beneath Ma Xianhong's feet.

"go with!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Ma Xianhong unleashed a massive cloud of white mist from a trumpet-shaped magical artifact at Zhang Lingyu. Even from a great distance, Zhang Lingyu felt his soul tremble.

"Is this... blowing out a breath?"

Zhang Lingyu never expected that such a thing could be refined into a magic weapon. He quickly raised his golden light and dodged away.

"Kacha!"

As the sword energy struck, Ma Xianhong's arms turned black, with crimson nodes and patterns appearing on them. He stretched out his hands and crushed the sword energy head-on. He then took a deep breath and shouted, "Fu Rong!"

"what?"

At this moment, Fu Rong, using the sword energy as cover, leaped high from behind Ma Xianhong, about to bring her blade down on his head. Startled by Ma Xianhong's sudden shout, she instinctively responded, then felt a wave of dizziness and fell from mid-air.

"Ok?"

This change surprised He Songling. He looked up and saw that Ma Xianhong had a knot on his little finger, with a small doll hanging from it. Two barely visible characters appeared on the doll: "Fu Rong".

"What is this thing? A technique to dismount a horse by calling out a name?"

He Songling's eyes lit up; it was a method he had never seen before in the original work.

Perhaps it was because he was under too much pressure from the siege, and with the Soul-Shaking Bell already in use, there was no time or need to use something so obviously single-target; or perhaps it was because Feng Baobao ignored the Soul-Shaking Bell that Ma Xianhong dared not easily use something that attacked the soul, for fear of losing the initiative and losing the whole game.

Or perhaps it was because he had been in a relationship with Fu Rong for a long time, and it would take a long time for him to be able to inscribe her physiological information on this magical artifact.

In short, this was indeed novel to He Songling. However, it was not entirely unexpected. Given that there were the two generals who could vent their anger, and the Jia Family Village in the Northwest had the "Flying Knife that Slays Immortals," then Zhang Guifang's method of calling out names to bring someone down from their horse was quite reasonable.

However, in "Investiture of the Gods," the generals of the Shang Dynasty were far more than just Zhang Guifang, and their methods were far more sophisticated than simply calling out names to dismount horses. Moreover, the magical artifacts that could control people's souls by writing names on small figures also had a more advanced aspect.

He Songling chuckled; he had already thought of something to teach Ma Xianhong.

While He Songling was lost in thought, the battle continued. In the blink of an eye, Ma Xianhong had forced the two men back.

After Zhang Lingyu dodged the blowpipe, a Yang Thunder Talisman struck down the blowpipe. The Calling Name Falling Horse Technique wasn't so unsolvable in reality. After landing, Fu Rong rubbed her buttocks and stood up, preparing to continue her attack.

"We've been waiting for you!" Ma Xianhong sneered, and then two more figures sprang out of the food pouch.

(End of this chapter)