From the end of the world

Chapter 522 Return of Death
The appearance of a pistol in such an occasion is like a balloon-made club appearing on a battlefield where two million-strong armies are fighting frantically. It is so out of place. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, a pistol can be said to be a symbol of killing and death, but in a battlefield between gods and demons, even taking out space-based weapons is a joke.

What could a mere pistol accomplish here? Moreover, from what I could see, this wasn't some magical weapon in the shape of a pistol, it was really just an ordinary revolver.

I didn't believe that the mysterious woman really intended to use this pistol to shoot the demon Xuanwu in the distance, but I was very curious about her purpose. Unlike me, the demon Xuanwu obviously didn't have the patience to wait for the mysterious woman to reveal the answer, and it fired another black water cannon.

Under this fatal blow, the mysterious woman seemed like a small fly that had unfortunately entered a factory and was stupidly suspended in mid-air, about to be exploded by an industrial water jet.

Whether I can escape or not, at least I can react to this attack by greatly speeding up my consciousness. In the subjective world that has accelerated to the point where time seems to have stopped, the mysterious woman once again demonstrated a speed that she could not have shown otherwise.

At the same time, she also taught me how to use this revolver through her actions.

She "slowly" raised the muzzle of the gun and then pressed it against her own temple.

Even at the Great Perfection stage, her body was still made of flesh. As long as she gave up all her mana-based defenses, or even actively used her mana to weaken her body, the bullet would be able to penetrate her head.

"Zhuang Cheng, if you want to return to your original time and space and want to know the truth about the 'Apocalypse Era'... then come to Tai Sui Army to find me."

After saying this, a mysterious yet familiar invisible wave burst out from her body.

She herself pulled the trigger of the revolver without hesitation.

I heard the sound of her head exploding, and at the same time, it was as if my own head was blown up by the bullet. The world in front of me was like a turned-off TV, flattened into a white flash line that went out in an instant, and all that was left in my field of vision was a pitch-black darkness.

Everything disappeared. Whether it was the surrounding scene or the mysterious woman, even the great demon Xuanwu that should have been attacking me from a distance and its mana fluctuations disappeared from my perception.

Or maybe it was actually me who disappeared, or more precisely, my consciousness. Because I was asleep, I couldn't observe the outside world - and when this jokey thought came to my mind, I "woke up".

When I came to my senses, I found myself in a sparse dark forest.

The mysterious woman and the great demon Xuanwu were not around, and there were no animals to be seen. Although it was a forest, the trees around were all dead. I tried to summon a fireball to illuminate the surroundings, but I couldn't find any green leaves or grass. At most, I could see a few dead leaves hanging on the branches. Most of the trees were still lying on the ground in a mess, as if they had just experienced an unimaginable terrifying storm. I was the only one standing here alone.

It may sound like this area is dry, but it is not. It seems that this area has just experienced a heavy rain for a day and a night. The ground is full of water that is ankle-deep and muddy, making people frown reflexively. In some sunken areas, there are ponds whose depth is unclear.

In addition, a large number of large and small reinforced concrete rubble fragments can be seen around. At first glance, it seems that some people who lack civic sense have used this dead wood forest as a place to dump messy construction waste.

After taking a quick look, I noticed that these construction wastes looked quite familiar to me. After careful inspection, I found that these seemed to be the remains of the abandoned Gospel House where I was before.

I see, the place I'm currently in is the area where the abandoned Gospel House was located before. These building fragments, the surrounding potholes and muddy ponds, and the crooked trees are all the result of the appearance of the Great Demon Black Tortoise. Although it only moved around a little in this area, it was enough to cause earth-shaking changes in this area.

It seems that the mysterious woman used her own special method to send me away from the battlefield just now. I guess she also withdrew from the battlefield in the same way, but I don’t know where she is now.

This is most likely not an ordinary space transfer, otherwise the Great Demon Xuanwu might come after me again, but I can't catch any similar signs at the moment.

At the moment when the mysterious woman pulled the trigger, the mysterious and familiar invisible fluctuations that appeared from her body were clearly the fluctuations of the power of the fragments of the divine seal. Perhaps only the power of this dimension can allow her, a character at the great success level, to play a role in turning the tide.

The fact that she was number seven was obvious, and just as she had declared, she had indeed ended the battle between me and the Great Demon Xuanwu.

After thoroughly confirming this, I finally relaxed my body and mind.

Perhaps because the appearance of the Great Demon Xuanwu was so sudden, I did not feel much disappointment when the battle ended in the same sudden way. From an objective point of view, it can also be explained that the mysterious woman saved my life. If the battle continued like that, I would be the loser. However, this is not a complete end, just a "half-time break". The Great Demon Xuanwu and I have already formed a bad relationship, and this degree of interruption will definitely not be the real end of our battle. Sooner or later, we will meet and collide again in the near future.

Taking advantage of this hard-earned breathing time, I should perhaps think carefully about how to turn defeat into victory the next time I fight.

Also, the "truth about the apocalypse" mentioned by the mysterious woman before they parted also piqued my interest.

Before figuring out these questions, I need to find the wandering soul and sandalwood first.

I summoned the Lantern of Blessing from my own flames, held it in my hand, and headed in a random direction.

I remember that I hurriedly teleported them to a place far from the original site of the abandoned Gospel Temple during the battle. As long as they stay where they are, I should be able to quickly reunite with them through the Blessed Lantern under the same conditions in the area. I just don't know how Tan Xiang is doing. The huge storm aftermath caused by the Great Demon Xuanwu moving at a thousand times the speed of sound will definitely not kill the immortal wandering soul, but it's hard to say for Tan Xiang.

Maybe it's because I've become too powerful, I now lack understanding of the survival ability of ordinary people, and I always feel that they can die easily.

Fortunately, facts soon proved to me how tenacious ordinary people are, or maybe it was the wandering souls who helped Tan Xiang. It didn't take me long to find the two people in a corner of the woods.

They were staying in a two-story building fragment, which contained a room in the abandoned Gospel House intact. The wandering soul found a tattered tarpaulin from somewhere, covered it on the wet floor, sat on the ground, and placed the blessing lantern beside him.

Tan Xiang sat on a chair not far away. Although he was soaked and looked disheveled, with bruises on his face, he had not suffered any injuries that were fatal or disabling.

He stared at the tip of his shoe in despair like a war refugee, his face full of doubts about life, as if he felt insignificant because he was involved in a battle of too large a scale. It's not that it's hard to understand, but the feeling of powerlessness like an ant at the mercy of fate is definitely not pleasant, and people who have experienced this kind of thing will easily fall into a vicious circle of thinking about the value of life.

Hearing my undisguised footsteps, he looked up quickly as if frightened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was me. He then hurriedly asked, "Zhuang Cheng, you're back... Where did the monster go just now? Did you kill it?"

"I'm sorry, I can't kill it. But it won't catch up with me for a while," I said.

"Even you have monsters that cannot be killed?" Tan Xiang asked in a daze.

The wandering soul came over and said, “That’s not just an ordinary monster, but the king of monsters, the gods and demons in myths and legends.

"You also heard what that woman said, right? She is one of the great demons standing at the pinnacle of the apocalypse. She is not from the same dimension as all the monsters we have encountered before..."

Tan Xiang murmured, "But... even so..."

I guess it was because he had seen me display my power so many times before that Tan Xiang had an inexplicable confidence in me. Now that he found out that there was an enemy that even a god like me could not resist, and that almost killed him, he probably felt as if his footing had been shaken violently.

"Now you understand, if you act with me, you are bound to encounter countless dangers. It's not just that you will encounter those weak doomsday monsters one after another. You will encounter scenes like the one just now more than once in the future. And next time, you may not be as lucky as before." I said, "It's not too late to leave me now."

After leaving me, Sandalwood should no longer encounter such frequent dangers.

Although he, as someone close to me, may also be infected with the bad luck of the Broom Star, I have had a lot of experience with the power of the Broom Star and have roughly figured out some of the operating rules of this power. First of all, people who have had direct communication and contact with Ma Zao will definitely be infected with bad luck, but whether "people close to me" are like this depends on the specific relationship.

If a close friend like Changan gets involved in a strange incident, it is very likely that I will be involved as well. Based on this logic, Changan will definitely become the target of bad luck. On the contrary, it is difficult for someone like Tanxiang, who I would not care much about even if he died outside, to be infected with such bad luck.

The more you invest your feelings in someone, the more likely they are to suffer. This is the viciousness of the power of an unlucky star.

(End of this chapter)