Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 137 Talisman Printing Machine

Explosive lightning bolts shot out in all directions.

Not far away, the camp gates of the military camp were blown open, and the fence of a military tent was torn apart, revealing several bewildered soldiers with pig bodies and eagle heads, their faces covered with white strips, sitting around a dominoes table.

What happened?

What happened?

The robust eagle-headed soldier was initially bewildered, then enraged at being interrupted. Several pig-bodied eagle-headed soldiers rummaged through the corner of the tent, pulled out their weapons, and walked out to teach these fools who dared to disturb them a lesson.

As soon as I stepped out of the camp gate, I saw a familiar figure huddled up in the dense lightning, convulsing and wailing softly.

Squinting to look closer, it seems to be our own garrison commander!

Although the dense and bright arcs of electricity affected their judgment, the tone of voice used when they were being scolded was not much different from the tone of voice used now when they were curled up in a ball.

They have the bodies of pigs, but at least they have the heads of eagles.

The answer was found with a little analysis.

Thinking to themselves that something was wrong, the pig soldiers instinctively stepped forward, but hesitated after only two steps. Then, after exchanging glances, they turned around and ran back to the camp, grabbed the card table and threw it out of the camp. They then ran into the camp and called out to their happy comrades who were playing cards in the house.

In an instant, the once orderly camp was thrown into chaos.

There were bundles of dominoes falling from the sky as they traced arcs in mid-air, there were scantily clad women running out of the house in a panic, and there were even pig soldiers who ran out with weapons in their hands without even pulling up their pants, only to have their comrades stuff them back in to put them on again.

It's impossible to describe the situation simply as chaos.

Despite the chaos, at least two pig soldiers hurriedly ran out of the tent after putting on their armor. As soon as the lightning subsided a little, they rushed to help their own comrades.

The action itself is easy to perform, but to walk through the aftershocks of thousands of Five Thunder Talismans exploding requires not only courage but also strength!

Even though the pig soldiers were tough and thick-skinned, after taking a few steps, their entire bodies were covered in patches of pinkish-brown from the electric shock, and the eagle feathers on their heads were charred black.

Five steps away from the guards, their armor was already red-hot from the intense lightning. Molten iron clung to the pigskin, scorching it black. The sweltering heat caused their intact sweat glands to secrete sweat continuously, with drops flowing through the gaps in the armor. The salt in the sweat dripped onto the wounds, causing excruciating pain.

Is it risking death to pull one's own family member out of the center of this inexplicable thunderstorm?

We should just let it go and pretend we didn't see anything. After all, although the garrison commander is strong, judging from its increasingly weak voice, it doesn't seem like it can hold on any longer.

But abandoning their leader means they have deserted, and if the court investigates in the future, they will still face death!

Fortunately, someone saw their dilemma and made a decision for them.

A gentle breeze swept by, and suddenly a figure appeared behind the two tangled pig soldiers. Before they could even turn around in shock, they felt a sharp pain in their backs, and then a pair of blood-stained hands burst out from the center of their chests, tearing through their breastplates.

Among the five fingers, two hearts, still connected by blood vessels, are still beating vigorously.

But the next moment, his claws clenched into fists, and shattered flesh mixed with spurting blood flowed from between his fingers.

Beneath the heavy armor, the two pig soldiers didn't even have time to say their final farewells. After a few convulsions, they collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless, as the arms were pulled away.

That's great, saves me from agonizing over it!

Meanwhile, seeing the wolf guard whose body was charred black in the lightning and whose original appearance was no longer recognizable, and whose howls were gradually fading, Zhang Wei silently raised his sleeves.

In an instant, thousands more Five Thunder Talismans flew out, as if throwing away a fortune, and were flung toward the center of the thunderstorm.

"What a cunning thief! So young, yet so wary!"

The next instant, the wolf guard, who had been lying on the ground barely breathing, suddenly rolled on the spot, leaving behind his charred fur and a layer of flesh that absorbed the incoming thunderstorm.

He himself appeared outside the damaged tent gate.

Compared to his previous armored, burly, and ferocious appearance, the current wolf guard looks like a wild dog that has been skinned and half-roasted and then jumped off the barbecue grill.

Half of its reddish-brown flesh was exposed, and the ordinary breeze now felt like steel knives scraping against its body, bringing endless pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei showed no emotion whatsoever, only flicking his sleeves again, and another thousand talismans burst forth.

However, this time, although it hadn't been properly calibrated before joining forces with its own troops, the blood and qi of the wolf that suddenly appeared due to the connection of their auras neutralized the power of the explosion of the thousands of Five Thunder Talismans. Even though the thousands of pig soldiers behind it had faint traces of blood spilling from their mouths and noses, it was still better than being enveloped by the Thunder Talismans again.

At this moment, it could no longer find a fur to replace itself.

"Have you brought out all the thunder talismans that your ancestors have accumulated in the sect?"

Although it was a life-or-death battle, Wolf Guard still had a lot of grievances he couldn't keep venting.

God knows what kind of torture it just suffered.

With a flick of his sleeve, he produced thousands of thunder talismans. Although they were just ordinary Five Thunder Talismans, the quantity led to the qualitative change, not to mention...

Even if one is not a Taoist, one knows that a talisman requires the combination of essence, energy, and spirit, with magical power as its foundation, favorable timing and location, complete rituals, and permission from the object represented by the talisman in order to create a talisman with a perfect effect.

But this is an evil path.

In just a short while, he produced enough material for a high-ranking Taoist priest to paint for a lifetime.

If this wasn't a package of all the talismans accumulated by the entire Taoist tradition, then it could only be from someone who owns a printing factory.

It had heard of paper printing factories and knew about printing ghost money, but could talismans also be printed?

In any case, having survived these three to five thousand thunder talismans, its tribulation is finally over. After all, even the Dragon Tiger Mountain, which has been passed down through generations, might not be able to produce such a large stockpile, let alone entrust a portion of the mountain's foundation to a single disciple... No, you really have it?

Watching the Taoist robe sleeves and the brocade pouch at his waist spraying out thunder talismans like a printing press, in just a few breaths, thousands of Five Thunder Talismans had already floated in front of the young evil Taoist. Even Wolf Guard, who had seen a lot, was a little overwhelmed.

"Not many left, only 35,000 units in stock. If you can hold out, that's your chance!"