Alien Dust

Chapter 264 Shared War Memories
Wu Hen reached into his chest and pulled out the sword of death from his body.

The dark sword body was like a vigorous witch dragon, and its slender dragon tail was wrapped around Wu Hen's arm, merging with his blood. The slender and sharp dragon body turned into a cold sword, and the sword body was surrounded by red fantasy fibers, like sacred velvet, and more like ashes formed by the heat of the sword body...

The speed was so fast that it almost flashed by. The sword blade swept past like a dragon with great momentum. Under the suppression of the laws, the Mourning Sky Rhino could not see Wu Hen's movements clearly. He only felt that a living dragon opened its claws and pounced on him. The chill that pierced into the soul inexplicably spread to his body and froze his limbs and joints.

"Shhh!!"

A cold light flashed, and the two forearms of the Sangyi Tianxi were cut off, and a deep sword mark appeared on the neck.

Regardless of whether this mourning-clothed rhinoceros is still Liang Shou, he at least has some of Liang Shou's memories. He and Wu Hen had fought in Chigang, and at that time the opponent had never drawn his weapon.

Looking at the sword that could easily cut off his forearm, Sangyi Tianxi's face was full of surprise.

He even glanced in the direction of the Jade Mantis, and a question came to his mind: Wasn't it agreed that this high-dimensional body could not be destroyed by the Heavenly Mantis Realm? ?

Wu Hen's sword was sharp, and he slashed again and again. After swallowing the soul of the first-class Sky-Bright Burnt Candle, the sharpness of the Sword Spirit Dragon was raised to another level, especially the sword feathers around it, as if it was continuously heating a magic weapon that could already cut through iron like mud. The combination of high temperature and sharp blade made its cutting power equivalent to that of a laser blade. Even without Wu Hen's powerful slashing power, it could cut through all armor with just a touch.

The red feather embers were obviously an ability that Xiaoyi had evolved not long ago. This allowed the entire sword blade to always maintain a scorching red state during battle. Moreover, as Wu Hen continued to swing the sword, friction between the sword blade and the space occurred, causing its temperature to continue to rise. Gradually, every time Wu Hen swung the sword, a large amount of scorching red feather embers would be produced. They followed the trajectory of Wu Hen's sword, sometimes like a dragon emerging from the abyss, sometimes turning into a storm of migratory birds, and sometimes like wings hanging from the sky... extremely gorgeous, and like a disaster brought down by nature that made all living things fearful!

Wu Hen clearly felt the difference of the sword spirit, and even all of his moves followed some kind of ancient battle memory. He only needed to focus on the enemy's methods. As for how to kill the enemy, the shared soul memory contained sharp and powerful sword energy, guiding his body to complete the most lethal sword cut.

Everything became extremely calm and natural. Wu Hen even entered a state of sword enlightenment. A vast amount of combat knowledge poured into his mind. There were hundreds of ways on how to chop off the enemy's head, and hundreds of means of parrying the opponent's attack. If he mastered one or two of these ancient fighting techniques, he would be able to easily deal with the enemy in front of him.

No wonder Xiaoyi criticized the ominous bronze spear with a disdainful tone. A weapon that does not come with its own martial arts cannot be called a magic weapon.

He entered into an epiphany during the battle, and his thoughts seemed to have stepped into an ancient Martial God Altar. All the powerful sword techniques were engraved on the mottled ancient walls of the Martial God Altar. When the Sorrowful Sky Rhino attacked with a very terrifying killing move, a martial arts diagram would light up on the ancient wall of the Martial God Altar. The next moment, all the moves and methods in the martial arts diagram were imprinted into his body. He only needed absolute concentration, and the essence of the martial arts diagram would be displayed very skillfully to resolve the opponent's offensive!
The Mourning Sky Rhino is the ultimate evolved version of the Tyrant Tiger Armor. Its combat capability is absolutely perfect. Its speed, strength, burst, defense, and the aurora psychic power bestowed by the Mourning Horned Wings can allow it to possess destructive power that is not inferior to that of a real high-dimensional insect in an instant.

Even if it was suppressed by Nuwa's law, it was only the basic value of its body that was suppressed. With the mourning wings, it could still exert energy that was superior to this law...

The person in front of him should have been easily stepped on by him, first his dignity crushed and then his soul trampled out, but the reality was completely different from what he had imagined.

This made it fall into doubt again, and its eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of the Jade Mantis.

Is it that the body of this high-dimensional insect is not as strong as imagined, or is it that the opponent in front of him is actually no ordinary person?
In doubt, the Mourning Sky Rhino had another arm cut off. This was its left hand when it was a human. As the transformation was not complete, the cutting off of its arm caused it to bleed profusely and pain penetrated its whole body like a sharp snail.

Liang Shou clearly remembered that after being transformed into the Sangyi Tianxi, the pain would decrease proportionally.

In the eyes of high-dimensional insects, pain is meaningless. It will only turn a warrior into a coward. Even those red stinging adults are insensitive to pain...

But after its left hand was cut off, it felt more unbearable pain than before, forcing it to lower its head to check its wound.

The wound was surrounded by high-temperature embers, which were the source of the severe pain coming from the wound.

It waved its mourning wings, forming a brilliant aurora around itself, trying to disperse the feathers around it, but soon it discovered that these red-hot feathers were all around it. They were the sword marks left by Wu Hen, and as Wu Hen danced the tip of the sword in the air, these sword marks seemed to be awakened again, as if hundreds of divine swords were intertwined in a piece of space, forming various tracks of red-hot feathers that drew a picture of beheading souls!

The mourning rhino was horrified, still feeling annoyed by the pain brought by the tiny feather. Just like a traveler whose vision was blocked by a tiny feather, he raised his head and kept waving his hands away, not knowing that there was a huge death cliff in front of him.

The Soul-Severing Diagram was red in color, and was composed of countless feather ashes. Wu Hen, who was not far away, simply pointed the tip of his sword at the Sangyi Tianxi. Countless slashes broke through the air and attacked, like countless yellow autumn leaves swept by the sword wind. However, these yellow autumn leaves were extremely sharp, and they had a lag. The Soul-Severing Diagram formed after the many sword forces were intertwined was incredibly powerful.

In an instant, the armor of the Sangyi Tianxi was cut and shattered, and the pain brought by the feather embers penetrated into his body from every wound on his body and pierced his soul.

It wailed, accepting the torture-like punishment, and the high-dimensional armor that it cherished so much was stripped off, leaving only a human body. This body was full of holes, and was pierced with countless soft tissues like catheters. It was ugly like a biochemically modified human, completely different from the aesthetics of a real high-dimensional insect.

Wu Hen picked Liang Shou's body out of the high-dimensional shell, and looking at this high-dimensional insect's hawk, he couldn't help feeling pity.

If people do not realize that the soul is the essence of life, then what is the point of transforming the body, no matter how gorgeous it is? The soul is extremely lowly and enslaved in the shell, it is worse than the small creatures that are born and die in the same day. At least they are free and happy throughout their lives.

"What she gave you was nothing but a shell shed by a high-dimensional insect. This shell doesn't have any vitality at all. You picked it up and treated it as a treasure, sewed it to your own living flesh, and then weaved a decent tunic for you. Do you think you are a high-dimensional insect?" Wu Hen looked at the skinny Liang Shou, his eyes filled with pity instead of sympathy.

This is not the evolutionary chain of life at all, it is pure slavery transformation.

When I think about how a loyal lackey like Liang Shou ended up like this, how can we expect Chu Zhi to treat all human beings well?

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. This is a true saying.

Even if there are indeed good people in a camp and they have a truly kind heart, people with a kind heart can never control the highest power of the camp. They cannot be the absolute masters in their own camp, so how can they decide the lives of other races?

Relying on a higher-dimensional belief for one's survival is no different from deciding one's life by rolling dice.

A lovely and kind girl raised a nest of silkworms. She took good care of them and protected them carefully, but in the end, the silkworms turned into moths, which scared her, and she ended up throwing them into the sewer.

On the road ahead, we will surely encounter beings that deserve human admiration. They may also have good intentions, but just because of this, will we entrust the fate of our entire family and our entire family to such a high-dimensional life?
Wu Hen understood Li Feng's persistence and stubbornness more and more.

At the same time, Wu Hen also understood that the number of people who stick to this path will decrease, and among the billions of people in the world, only a few will be able to truly reach the holy realm on earth.

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On the other side, the earth's plates were split, and the Jade Mantis's Queen Blade treated this small planet as if it were a fruit, cutting it elegantly one by one.

A huge amount of magma and black gravel gushed out from underground, forming a vast ocean tsunami of fiery red and dark gray, which was gradually engulfing the fortress and Lunshan City.

Lunshan City, which could accommodate tens of millions of people, was buried like a pile of ashes. People smaller than ants continued to die in the huge pulse of force.

The Jade Lady Mantis's hatred of humans reached its peak.

It grabbed the Ksitigarbha Gecko from mid-air and threw the dying Ksitigarbha Gecko into Lunshan City like garbage.

The Ksitigarbha Guardian flattened a prosperous urban area, and some weaker awakened ones were not spared.

Only after smelling the scent of human death did the Jade Mantis reveal a hint of satisfaction. The resentment in the heart of any life needs to be vented, and the most direct means of venting is killing. The beauty of a mountain of corpses is no less than that of a mountain of jewels.

Cold-blooded animals are bloodthirsty by nature. Once the Jade Mantis starts killing, it becomes more obsessed and crazy.

However, she did not rush to attack Lunshan City, but instead captured the mechanical mouse hiding in the mountain ruins from dozens of kilometers away.

The Rat was pulled back to the Jade Mantis by some strange force, and then pierced by the Jade Mantis's claws.

(End of this chapter)