Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 487 Three Ancient Incantations
After exchanging brief pleasantries with everyone, Chu Tianshu first reminded them to go and rescue their comrade.

The overturned and detached carriages were severely deformed, and the doors were jammed.

However, Chu Tianshu had sensed before that the person inside was still alive.

After all, they were well-trained soldiers of the Fangfeng clan.

When the carriages were attacked, although they were powerless to resist, they did their best to avoid the attack and retreat to a safe place.

Although he was tumbled around and fell hard, getting bruised and battered, he at least survived.

Chu Tianshu grabbed a carriage with its door facing upwards, laid it flat, and helped them tear open the door.

The group immediately rescued their comrade and then sent others to pry open the other car doors.

"So they were transporting sand?"

Chu Tianshu stood at the door of the carriage and looked inside. Many burlap sacks inside had burst open, and what was flowing out was all black coarse sand.

"Is there anything special about this sand? Why would it warrant sending soldiers to escort it?"

He didn't even make any hand seals, but when he spoke, he secretly used the power of incantation, and his tone was extremely friendly.

Fang Liang felt an immediate connection with this benefactor and brave man, and casually said, "This sand is made by smelting cursed ore, mixing it with three kinds of powder, melting and stirring it together, and then cooling it again."

“In the past, when we built houses, we used to lay foundations and fill gaps. Now, we use this sand to build battlefield fortifications.”

"I heard that if there is a shortage of weapons or the delivery is not timely, these sands are melted down again to filter out the impurities."

"Add a few common feeds, put them into the iron shell, and twist them into a fuse with talismans, and it can be used temporarily as an Ironclad Thunder."

Can sand mixed with animal feed be used as gunpowder?
Chu Tianshu's brows twitched.

However, he suddenly remembered that his grandfather had told him that during the war, the guerrillas would mobilize the local people to continuously enrich the soil near the dry toilets, cattle pens, and pigsties, then filter and heat it, and secretly send the finished product to support the troops.

That seems to be the raw material for some kind of inferior gunpowder.

Everything produced around the latrine can be used as gunpowder; by comparison, using things melted from sand as gunpowder is much better.

It doesn't seem so strange anymore?

The soldiers have already gone into the overturned wagons and are hauling the sand out.

These carriages were severely damaged, and the couplings were also destroyed, so they could only be supported by other carriages.

Everyone needs to work together to push the first half of the train back onto the tracks.

"You guys are too slow, let me do it."

Chu Tianshu glanced at it, grabbed the hook of the tenth carriage with his right hand, and channeled his inner energy.

As he moved step by step, he dragged the first half of the train, which had been stuck in the wilderness, back onto the tracks.

Although the white ape could destroy the train, it did so by trickery. Each attack only destroyed one carriage, and later it relied on whipping the rails to make the train deviate from its course.

Chu Tianshu dragged the train across this rugged, rocky wilderness, demonstrating sheer strength.

None of the people who watched him fight the white ape had seen the process clearly.

When they saw him dragging ten carriages with one hand without blushing or panting, the soldiers were filled with amazement.

Fang Liang, Fang Zhen, and the others didn't waste any time and led people to drag the back half of the carriage over.

The latter dozen or so carriages, because they were still following the tracks, were much easier to pull, a far cry from the difficulty of pulling Chu Tianshu's carriages.

Despite their efforts to delay or push back, Fang Liang and the others were still sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Although the hook between the two car sections was damaged, the carriage was not severely deformed, so it was not difficult to replace. Fang Liang and Fang Zhen quickly replaced it with a spare, and everyone boarded the car again.

Chu Tianshu was invited to get into the front of the car.

Fang Xun had been trying to calm the front of the car, but when he saw people coming up, he stood up and bowed deeply to Chu Tianshu to express his gratitude.

The front of the car is very spacious. The front half of the space is flat except for Fang Xun's seat, where there are a few metal bars.

In the back half of the space, there was a boiler opening with flames blazing, and next to it was a pile of black blocks.

Chu Tianshu guessed that it was probably similar to the principle of the old coal-fired trains.

However, a coal-fired train can't run as fast as the mountain-climbing centipede.

"The train journey has been interrupted. We need to restart it before we can talk to you, my lord."

After apologizing, Fang Xun turned around and grabbed the metal lever controlling the car.

Fang Liang unbuttoned his outer robe, loosened his collar, picked up a shovel, and began shoveling the black cubes into the boiler.

With each shovelful, a rhythmic rustling sound filled the air, and the flames instantly intensified.

Fang Zhen sat cross-legged on the ground and rolled up his left sleeve.

On his left wrist, a row of tiny holes, which had been quiet and still, now emitted a faint, whistling sound as air flowed in and out.

He pressed the air holes with his right hand as if playing a flute, and began to sing a hymn.

"The centipede, with its thousand legs, possesses the supernatural ability to traverse mountains, crossing ridges and valleys with the wind rushing from its sides..."

Chu Tianshu felt a surge of mental energy flow into the train, like water and milk merging together. The entire train seemed to become more agile, with the power from the engine flowing smoothly to the rear.

With Chu Tianshu's hearing, he could even hear it.

When the force reached the rear of the train, the metal of the last carriage trembled slightly and emitted a buzzing sound.

Following the hymn was a long string of ancient spirit world incantations.

“Zhenyeduoboyi, Anserajirang, Bona Bona Kuangkuangzhang…”

If Chu Tianshu tried to apply the modern language to the problem, he could only find words with similar sounds to substitute.

However, he could guess that these incantations must contain ancient texts used by his ancestors to chant about some kind of centipede.

Since ancient times, spells have been divided into three types.

One method involves self-cultivation, using mantras to align with the energy field of heaven and earth, regulate the mind and body, and better unleash the power of one's own mental energy.

A method that incorporates the true names of ghosts and spirits, using praise and prayers to enhance one's own magical abilities with various eulogies and requests.

The last type is to sing praises to the different groups of spirits and monsters in the spirit world.

Every spirit race that has existed for a long enough period and has a large enough population will leave a profound impact on the spirit world.

This influence is often similar to the effects of their innate supernatural abilities.

The ancient people created these spells by exchanging their own mental power or various spell-casting materials, borrowing the supernatural powers and mysteries of these spirit races.

In ancient times, when the spirit world and reality were deeply intertwined, the second and third types of spells were widely practiced, and both righteous and evil people were familiar with them.

The third method, in particular, is much safer because it draws upon the power of the entire community than communicating with spirits or deities.

For a time, the third type of incantation was even the mainstream of the righteous path.

Legend has it that Bai Ze once presented a book to the Yellow Emperor on behalf of many spirits and monsters. These were spells written by various races, hoping that the Yellow Emperor could use them.

When Yu the Great was controlling the floods, he also used incantations and spells from spirits to borrow power from all directions and sweep away evil spirits.

Later, due to the vast distance between the two realms, the second and third types of spells became largely ineffective in reality, with only some evil god sects still studying them.

In reality, almost 99% of spells these days are of the first type.

Changzhou Kingdom was originally part of the spirit world.

For these Windward Tribe people, the spell to borrow power from the spirit race should have always been effective and has been passed down to this day.

"The centipede, with its thousand legs, possesses the supernatural ability to traverse mountains and cross ridges, its sides generate wind, its snort sounds like a bell, and thunder shakes the sky!!"

The soldiers in each carriage lightly tapped the bottom of the carriage with the end of their spears and sang hymns.

Chu Tianshu vaguely sensed that a mysterious power seemed to have suddenly descended upon the world.

The raging flames and rising steam in the boiler were like offerings to this mysterious power, which in turn brought it the blessing of magical power.

The wind resistance experienced by the entire train was immediately reduced to a very low level, the speed increased, and the scenery outside the train doors appeared to be passing by rapidly.

Only ritual implements can preserve the effects of the incantation for a long time.

Otherwise, a massive amount of offerings and continuous incantations would be needed to maintain the incantation's power.

The black cubes in the train were few and far between, clearly indicating that they weren't following the path of sending massive amounts of offerings.

That is to say...

Chu Tianshu reached out and stroked the door frame: "Is this entire train considered a magical artifact?"

The white crane's voice drifted into his ears at that moment.

"It is not a ritual implement, but a ritual altar."

He Lai said, "For ritual implements to have the ability to store, transform, and release for a long time, the requirements for their quality are higher, and they generally do not have the function of setting up sacrifices."

"Altars can be used for offering sacrifices and prayers. They are larger in scale and volume, and the requirements for the quality of materials are not as high, but the ritual atmosphere needs to be more rigorous."

In the end, He Lai's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of admiration.

"This is truly the first time I've ever seen a mobile altar like this."

The strictness of the ritual's energy flow dictates that almost only one person can play a key role throughout the entire process of the ritual altar's operation.

If the person is changed, or if multiple people work together, the energy will become disharmonious, and the difficulty of the ritual will increase. If the altar is moved, the energy will also change.

The train, whose various components were clearly manufactured by different people, was still speeding along the tracks.

However, there is a unique technology that allows the magical energy of each component to flow smoothly and seamlessly, forming a unified, stable, and harmonious whole.

"This is probably also related to their unique cursed ore smelting technology."

Crane came high in the sky, flapping its wings and traveling with the train. Its tone was solemn. "With such strength as Cheung Chau, it was still defeated by the water demon and is now in dire straits."

"The situation here is far more complicated than we had anticipated."

Chu Tianshu transmitted his voice, "How's the intelligence regarding the water demons going?"

(End of this chapter)