High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 81 The Unborn Child Beneath the Farm! The Old Deacon's Conspiracy

Zhang Hao's words just now have revealed his true intentions.

He had a clear understanding of the situation.

With his current cheat system, as long as he flies planes and engages in actual combat, his proficiency will snowball.

Once combat power increases, hunting second-tier monsters to earn money and exchange for resources is just a matter of pulling the trigger a few times.

He doesn't lack the paltry "funding" from the tycoons at all.

Going to get a talent assessment was purely to use Wuhan University's reputation as a shield.

In this wasteland, those of commoner origin who can't offer any official endorsement will sooner or later fall prey to the dirty hands of those tycoons.

Getting a B or A rating and catching the eye of the school's higher-ups is like having an extra layer of physical protection.

Anyone who wants to touch him should first consider whether they can withstand the wrath of the military and Wuhan University.

At the same time, about fifteen kilometers northwest of Jinsui Farm.

This is a remote, secluded mountain valley with cliffs and ravines, rarely visited by humans. It is perpetually shrouded in a thin, gray-black mist, and even low-level demonic beasts are reluctant to approach this barren mountain where not a blade of grass grows.

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Deep within the valley, jumbled rocks and the ghastly white skeletons of several enormous monsters, each as large as a small hill, were piled up and artificially constructed into a crude altar that reeked of a foul stench.

The muddy ground around the altar was covered with twisted and eerie runes drawn with purplish-black blood.

A dozen or so figures, draped in wide black robes, stood lifelessly around the altar. No one spoke; even their breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

In the very center of the altar stood an old man with a hunched back.

The old man was wearing a tattered, dark red robe.

He held a staff in his hand, the material of which was extremely eerie. It was forcibly fused and spliced ​​together from a complete human thigh bone and the thigh bone of some kind of third-tier demon beast.

At the top of the staff was a murky crystal covered in blood vessels.

The old man had deep-set eyes, and his eyes gleamed with a sinister green light, like that of a wild beast.

His thin Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the sound like sandpaper being rubbed.

He Jiu is dead.

The old man's words sent a chill down the spines of the dozen or so men in black robes below, but none of them dared to respond.

He Jiu was the skinny man who had just been shot through the chest by Han Feng and then beheaded by Wang Defa at the farm.

In the area surrounding Donghai City, which is under the jurisdiction of the Blood Feeding Cult, He Jiu is a "Blood Fusionist" whose strength ranks among the top.

The old man slammed his bone cane down heavily, causing a dull thud to reverberate across the ground.

"That good-for-nothing idiot!"

The old man's facial muscles twitched violently as he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Headquarters went to great lengths to place him in the living quarters of Golden Harvest Farm, making him obediently work as a warehouse manager, lying low until the very last day. And what was the result?"

"That bastard is insatiable!"

The old man suddenly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the followers below. "What does he think he is?"

They actually dared to secretly extract the overflowing earth vein energy from that thing, intending to use it to feed their natal Gu and forcibly break through to a higher level!

"Now it's all right."

The old man laughed in anger, revealing a set of yellow, rotten teeth. "The Gu worms were stretched out of control and went berserk, thus exposing themselves prematurely."

He was killed by the people on the farm.

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The burly cultist standing at the very front finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, asking in a low voice, "Sir, with He Jiu dead on the farm, does that mean our original plan is completely ruined?"

"Is it ruined?"

The old man's bone cane suddenly slammed down, and a visible dark red blood-red light shot down the cane and crashed onto the muddy ground.

"Headquarters spent three whole years preparing for that [fetus] buried under the Golden Harvest Farm! And now you're telling me it's all for nothing?"

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[An unborn child].

Upon hearing those two words, all the men in black robes present held their breath for a moment.

The old man took a couple of deep breaths, his tone becoming extremely cold.

"This thing is buried directly beneath the core living area of ​​the farm, right next to the node of that miniature ley line."

He Jiu's original task was to use a little bit of living people's essence and blood every day to forcibly suppress the spiritual energy fluctuations emitted when the [Nether Embryo] was taking shape.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the night sky obscured by thick fog.

"Three days later. It will be the time when the amethyst wheat will be harvested on a large scale, and it will also be the time when the earth's spiritual energy tide is strongest on this full moon night."

That is the perfect time for the "postpartum fetus" to ripen and fully take shape.

The more the old man spoke, the uglier his face became.

"Now that He Jiu is dead, there is no one to use secret methods to guide and suppress him."

Three days later, the [ghost fetus] will be born. The terrifying energy surge it generates will be like the sun in the night, directly piercing through the farm's protective shield.

"If we alert the experts in the Awakening Realm or even the Spirit Gathering Realm in Donghai City, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The old man's gaze swept over everyone present like a knife. "Mission failed. We don't even need the city defense forces to come and wipe us out; the protectors from headquarters will be the first to strike, turning us all into sacrificial offerings!"

Upon hearing the words "blood offerings," the burly male believer who had just asked the question shuddered violently, his face contorted with groin.

He ripped off his hood, revealing a face covered in purplish-black veins.

"Sir! What are we waiting for?"

The burly man's face was full of ferocity. "Let's just charge straight in!"

With three days left until the full moon, I'll take my corpse puppets and blood slaves and raze that lousy farm to the ground!

We'll dig three feet into the ground to retrieve the [fetus]!

"Bang!"

The burly man hadn't finished speaking.

The old man's bone cane whistled as it struck the burly man squarely on the head.

The sound of bones cracking rang out. The burly man screamed in agony, his massive body being slammed back two or three steps, clutching his bleeding forehead, not daring to utter a sound.

"Do you have a pig's brain?!"

The old man was so angry that he pointed his bone cane at the burly man's nose and cursed him.

"Charge them head-on? With your abilities?"

The old man sneered with a gloomy expression: "The farm manager named Lei Zhen at Jinsui Farm is a veteran who retired from the heavy armored brigade of the city defense army."

His "Black Bear" armor is so formidable that even I, an old man, would avoid its sharp edge if I were to face it.

Silence fell once again around the altar.

Everyone understood that the old deacon was telling the truth.

Although the Blood Feeding Cult's methods are bizarre, a frontal assault against their overwhelming heavy firepower and regular army defenses would be suicidal.

"Then—sir, what should we do?"

A gaunt believer standing nearby mustered his courage and asked.

The old man did not answer immediately.

He walked to the edge of the altar and planted the bone staff in the rune-covered mud.

He looked in the direction of the farm, and a sinister smile slowly crept onto his withered face.

His exposed, large, yellow teeth looked particularly eerie in the dim night.

"It's true that Lei Zhen is a tough nut to crack, but he only has so many cards to play."

The old man held up three fingers, his voice extremely low.

"We have three whole days to set up."

On the night of the full moon, as the harvest of amethyst wheat was coming to an end, they were certainly in a hurry to transport the grain back to Donghai City.

That was when their defenses were stretched the longest and were also at their weakest.

A glint of mad calculation flashed in the old man's eyes.

"We don't need to go head-to-head with those steel lumps."

Those low-level demonic beasts on the outskirts have been hungry for a long time.

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The old man let out a sinister laugh, "Openly repair the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass."

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