A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 302 Long have I waited before the Buddha, yet all have flowed eastward beneath the blade.

The deafening sounds of mechanical objects shattering echoed one after another.

Whether it's a power transmission device shaped like a Buddha statue or the most basic tracked chariot, these massive intelligent machines will immediately shatter into pieces and explode into clusters of fireworks as soon as they get close to the main road running north to south through the center of the city.

Boom!!

Guan Luoyang swung his sword and flew past a huge figure at the crossroads.

This large intelligent machine, "Naga," has a silver-white snake tail composed of tens of thousands of tiny gears and blades in its lower body, and a high, beautifully shaped chest in its upper body, resembling a banshee. However, the chest cavity is slightly larger than normal, which is actually just to facilitate the installation of the energy furnace.

Once the energy furnace was penetrated, this Naga robot became the next giant firework to bloom on the ground.

Black and red fiery clouds scattered, accompanied by gleaming silver fragments.

This crossroads is located in an area where the city-state's two main east-west and north-south thoroughfares intersect.

The open area at the intersection was about the size of a plaza. His appearance there immediately provided all the Eight-Leaf Warriors in the vicinity with the best opportunity to focus their fire.

The few remaining flying golden discs spun down from all directions in the high sky.

The "Lightweight Ghost" unit, skilled at injecting nanomachine solutions to destroy enemy bodies, is shaped like a palm-sized shuttle. It has a stealth coating that combines optical, thermal, and electromagnetic properties, allowing it to fly close to the ground from the streets and alleys, converging and impaling itself on Guanluoyang.

Among the intelligent machine troops, those that are larger in size are inevitably slower in their movements. Those that are fast enough, besides these small intelligent machines, are left with... modified warriors with bionic prosthetic bodies.

The buildings along the roadside were of varying heights. Dozens of Arhats, who were supervising the battle, appeared on the top floors of these buildings. With their bodies almost overloaded, their eyes were red as they unleashed their spiritual energy and controlled the magnetic fluid prayer beads to attack Guan Luoyang.

The gleaming alloy longsword, in a flash, transformed into a dazzling blade of light, encircling Guan Luoyang.

The magnetic fluid prayer beads emitted by the dozens of Arhats disappeared into the ball of white light, as if they had been shot into a bottomless abyss, without even causing a ripple.

The Golden Disc of Perfect Enlightenment, which spun down from the sky, was the opposite; it was shattered into pieces the moment it was touched by these blades.

The stealthy flying shuttles on the ground could not escape the detection of the blade light. Like swarms of mosquitoes, they were all shattered and scattered when they were swept by the suddenly extended, snow-white blade light.

The shuttle has a stealth coating on its surface, but there is no stealth effect inside. Once it breaks, the internal crystal components and nano solution will appear like shining raindrops out of thin air.

As the blade flashed, the shimmering "torrential rain" was blown high into the sky and scattered in all directions.

The relatively slow-moving large intelligent machines were already covered in craters from these "raindrops" on their way there.

The six-armed Buddha statue, which was sitting cross-legged and suspended, and the "Naga," whose upper body was upright and whose snake tail swam across the ground, were riddled with holes by the sword energy contained in the raindrops.

Although the hole was small, the blade energy seeped in and transformed into a blue light that quickly destroyed their intelligent operating system.

The Buddha statues surrounding the eight directions crashed to the ground one after another, and the snake-men convulsed and collapsed one after another.

Guan Luoyang slowed his movements, the tip of his knife pointing diagonally at the ground. Thousands of tiny black beads, each the size of a bird's eye, circled around him, following circular paths of varying sizes, with his position as the central axis.

That was the magnetofluid emitted by the many overseeing Arhats. As soon as it approached Guan Luoyang, it was compressed and shrunk, and then driven by the sword energy, completely changing its trajectory.

Upon seeing this scene, the Arhats on the high-rise building were all alarmed and immediately turned and leaped away.

Guan Luoyang flicked his wrist, the blade flipped, and he slashed diagonally upwards, immediately breaking the balance of the surrounding magnetic field. All the compressed magnetofluid prayer beads returned along their original paths.

Each of the supervising Arhats was given forty-eight highly compressed prayer beads, which twitched in the air and then fell down like sparrows that had been shot.

Guan Luoyang's figure, flashing with the light of his sword, continued southward, attacking all the Bhikkhu warriors who blocked his path, whether in the sky or on the ground, between tall buildings or in the streets.

Wherever the blade flashed, things flew high and low, slicing through the sky and skimming the ground.

Covered in bionic skin but ultimately supported by metal, the severed limbs, sparking with metallic flecks and crackling with electric light, broke apart and scattered from mid-air.

The air in the city was trembling.

The egg-shaped sanatorium, which had fallen to the edge of the rooftop and was already teetering on the brink of collapse, was blown off the edge of the building by the tremors that were coming from afar.

Leopold flew in from the sky, grabbed the hook on the back of the egg-shaped capsule, glanced around to confirm that Dr. Jin Meng was lying inside, then kicked the building to the side to accelerate and fly south.

Huge spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the building, startling the Heavenly Ear Arhat who had fallen nearby.

He was about to give chase when he sensed something unusual coming from the north of the city and turned to look.

According to psychic perception, a sharp and powerful aura, soaring straight into the sky, is chasing after us from the north of the city.

It even gave the Arhat with Heavenly Ears a feeling of coldness between his brows, as if a knife tip was pressed against him, the moment he turned around.

Although Leopold was seriously injured, he was still flying at great speed. However, Tian'er Luohan could tell at a glance that Guan Luoyang's pursuit speed was no slower than Leopold's.

That one man, with a sword, after being intercepted by a swarm of enemies in the air, simply descended to the ground. Sometimes leaping, sometimes diving, moving up and down, he quickly thinned out the densely packed Eight Leaves Invasion army.

The effect of having so many intelligent machines and monk warriors to intercept and delay is negligible.

Before Tian'er Luohan could think any further, he saw that the figure was already five hundred meters away.

His golden sword fell hastily into his hand, pointing towards the sky.

Under the authority of the Heavenly Ear Arhat, the three Indra Divine Power Satellites were unlocked one by one, and the vast spiritual energy stored in the satellite constellation was mobilized, with a corner opened and poured down.

"For the sake of the great Eight Leaves Academy, and to sweep away all heretics who defy the Eight Leaves, Dr. Jinmeng must not fail!"

Although the Arhat with Heavenly Ears was known for his caution, when it came to such a crucial moment, a surge of fierce courage welled up within him.

"At this moment, in this place, only I can stop this person and buy enough time for Jin Meng to reach the territory of the Eight Leaves!"

This sense of honor in offering everything to Hachiyoin ignited all of Ten-Ear Arhat's spiritual energy, transforming it into golden flames that enveloped his entire body.

He gripped the sword with both hands, leaned forward, and plunged down from the rooftop of the high-rise building.

A fierce wind howled, golden flames surged and roared, and a sword with overwhelming power struck down at Guan Luoyang from above.

Mechanical parts and severed limbs were flying around Guan Luoyang, creating a chaotic environment. Yet, it seemed that Guan Luoyang had already sensed all of Tian'er Luohan's movements and, with uncanny foresight, raised his long sword to meet the sword strike.

The Arhat with Heavenly Ears spread his legs apart, twisted his waist, and his whole body spun in mid-air like a top.

Originally, the trajectory of the golden sword was a straight line, which was easy to predict. However, with this spin and the movement of his hands, the golden sword also made subtle adjustments and changes of direction from countless angles as his body rotated.

Just as the hilt of a sword is the root of a lotus, and the blade is the petals, in an instant, the golden lotus blooms with a thousand layers of petals.

Golden light illuminated Guan Luoyang's face, dazzlingly bright, and the radiant sword energy expanded in an instant, engulfing his entire body.

During the naming ceremony, the five Arhats were each given a unique combat ability that best suited them, personally crafted by Nichiren Setsume, the Grand Master of the Hachiyoin Temple.

These five combat supernatural abilities are extremely complex. They not only require the most advanced built-in intelligent programs to assist in calculations, but also the spiritual brain of the Arhat himself to make the most accurate perception and judgment of the outside world.

Finally, it may even require a touch of inexplicable intuition to provide a prophetic answer in order to successfully execute the plan.

With each turn of this lotus flower of sword energy, every subtle adjustment of the sword represents a different stage of calculation, causing the entire city's environment to interact and influence this golden sword.

If no one can withstand this divine power, then after this sword energy lotus flower completes its third cycle, the natural environment of this city-state will be filled with a storm that will cover the entire city.

Hearing the wind with the Heavenly Ear, the Great Brahma's sword of destruction!

Guan Luoyang's blade suddenly flicked upwards, like a dragon emerging from the sea, a beam of light piercing the sun, and stabbed into the lotus flower of sword energy.

The flashes of blades and swords clashed and collided, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds or even thousands of sounds were heard.

Guan Luoyang's swordplay wasn't based on calculation or complexity; it was all about speed.

He defied the effects of gravity and used his extremely sharp blade to unleash incredibly fast flashes of light.

After the knife pierced the lotus of sword energy, it only continued to slash in different directions within a small area.

The Heavenly Ear Arhat's sword could be struck with a single cut if it was slightly adjusted, but this effect was still within the margin of error of his supernatural powers. He even used this chaos to his advantage, thus amplifying the power of his supernatural abilities.

The entire neighborhood was slightly distorted in the faint golden light, and the tall buildings seemed to be bent over as if reflected in a funhouse mirror, sometimes straightening up and distorting in another direction.

All the machine wreckage, and even some of the Bhikkhu warriors, were swept up by this rotating force and spun off the ground.

But soon, the Heavenly Ear Arhat discovered that if he made a slight adjustment, he would be struck by three swords, and if he made another slight adjustment, he would be struck by five swords.

Even on a single sword shadow, there were six additional cutting marks.

Guan Luoyang's blade had already exceeded the control range of the Great Brahma Sword.

Just then, an egg-shaped capsule exploded in the distance.

The Dakini flew out from within, her hands forming a mudra, and an extremely cold chill emanated from her body. Suddenly, her mudra posture changed three times in succession, as if a peacock mother raised her neck, opened her sharp beak, and spat out a sword that could cut through Vajra.

In the Eight Cold Hells, flesh and blood crack and freeze like blue lotuses—the Blue Lotus Hell Sword!

She formed a hand seal like a sword, her figure flashed, leaving a long afterimage, and stabbed towards Guan Luoyang's back.

Seeing his opportunity, the Arhat with Heavenly Ears unleashed his supernatural powers, thrusting his sword down and shouting, "Kill!!"

Guan Luoyang's blade flashed in multiples, splitting apart and passing before the Heavenly Ear Arhat's eyes. Suddenly, they merged back into a single, bright beam of light. He stretched out his long arm and slashed backward with his backhand.

Before the Dakini's hand seals could be completed, the blade was already embedded in the center of her forehead, and her whole body suddenly stiffened.

The golden sword of the Heavenly Ear Arhat continued forward, piercing Guan Luoyang's throat.

The sword paused slightly, then suddenly shattered into a handful of fragments, which clattered and fell to the ground.

Golden dust flew from the hands of the Heavenly Ear Arhat, leaving his hands empty. Suddenly, his wrists broke off, and his hands fell to the ground.

He paused for a moment, a strange thought creeping into his mind: As someone who has been bestowed the name of an Arhat, I must have delayed much longer than the other monks...

Immediately, he collapsed like a pile of building blocks, not a single part of him intact, with metal debris scattered all over the ground and only a small patch of sticky blood.

The dakini's body stiffened, and she could only feel her brain growing cold.

Damage to a bionic prosthetic body is insignificant, but brain damage represents true death.

"You're too late. Today, no one can stop the Eight Leaves from obtaining..."

"No one can stop me from bringing a criminal back today."

Guan Luoyang flicked his wrist, the blade leaving the corpse, and took a step south, thus exiting the city-state.

The area where the five cities of Myanmar are located is a plain.

Although the roads between the five cities are no longer as bustling as they were more than fifty years ago, some main roads have been repaired to facilitate the trade of goods and the movement of people.

Leopold flew along the road, a cartoon face appearing on the surface screen of the egg-shaped capsule in his hand.

"Guan Luoyang has already broken through that city."

Jiushan's voice was both shocking and calm, "But he didn't receive any external spiritual energy support. Fighting you and killing his way here will definitely take a toll on him. If you follow this route, more people will be able to wear him down."

Leopold said, "What use are there if there are many of them? Have Sukhara come out to greet us."

"He was originally going out, but now... I've persuaded him to stay."

Jiushan said, "I now think that he can only be 100% sure of protecting Jinmeng in Indra Province. If he leaves, even if he can bring you back, Jinmeng may be killed by Guan Luoyang when he has a chance."

Leopold said, "I think Guan Luoyang wants to capture him alive."

Jiushan: "Everyone wants to capture him alive. But when it's impossible to capture him alive, killing him directly would only mean the Allied Powers lose a shortcut to curing the infected, which is much less of a loss than what we and Hachiyo suffered."

Leopold stopped talking and adjusted his direction according to the route on the screen.

He hadn't flown for long when he saw a three-way intersection where countless intelligent machine troops had gathered. The intelligent machines, large and small, in gold and silver, floated in the air, forming a thick iron curtain that cut off the heavens and the earth.

It seems that all the bhikkhu warriors and intelligent machine troops sent to the other four city-states of Burma have been mobilized here.

A gap appeared in the Iron Curtain, allowing Leopold to fly through, but he keenly sensed that within the seemingly ordinary intelligent machine force, four rather threatening auras were hidden, echoing the twelve psionic satellites overhead.

"Oh, so the remaining four Arhats who were given names have all come? They really don't care about the consequences or fear death."

Jiushan: "Fanatics are not afraid of death. Besides, without the four of them, those machines would have been passed through directly and wouldn't have been able to hold out for long."

After a while, Leopold finally flew over the area of ​​the five cities of Burma and saw the cityscape of Indra, a border fortress.

Although there are no ancient high walls around the entire metropolis, there are hundreds and thousands of signal towers standing in a circle.

Twenty kilometers outside the city, Leopold had already sensed mechanical flying insects the size of mung beans hidden in the air and was constantly scanning and probing them from all angles.

Satellites in the sky, flying insects in the air, and even underground can sense the operation of large psionic radars.

The entire city was solemn and dignified, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy here appeared deep and vast, like a giant lion beast that had mastered the true meaning of subduing demons, crouching on this land with its eyes half-closed.

Leopold soon spotted Sukhara on one of the signal towers.

He was a man with long, flowing hair, a thick beard, but a youthful appearance.

His clothing style was ancient and exaggerated; except for his head, palms, and soles, all other parts of his skin were wrapped in white cloth.

The excess fabric that covered the torso and limbs still had some length left, but it was not cut off and was allowed to hang down from the body, fluttering in the wind.

Leopold could sense the fluctuations in psionic energy around him, similar to his strongest state before, but far smoother and more stable.

Sukara, whose cultivation had already reached the eighth level of spiritual energy, could display the combat power of the ninth level of spiritual energy at any time in the territory of the Eight Leaves after receiving the spiritual energy blessing from the Indra Province.

Unlike Leopold, which relied on the conversion of urban electricity to create a bloated structure after its data was transmitted across the sea.

Sukhara was in his own territory, where the psychic energy was subservient to him and obeyed his every command.

Leopold crossed the signal tower, and Sukhara accompanied him, and together they drifted down into the city.

"Is this Dr. Jin Meng in the cabin?"

Sukhara glanced at the egg-shaped pod, his voice deep and powerful, "Mr. Leo, please come with me to the safest place in the city as soon as possible and settle him down. Once he's hidden, I should go out of the city to retrieve my men."

Although it wasn't outwardly apparent, Leopold could sense the barely concealed fury emanating from the man's words.

The cartoon face on the surface of the egg-shaped capsule moved: "Strange, why haven't the Arhats of the Mountain Gate encountered Guan Luoyang yet..."

"Because I'm very good at stealth."

The seemingly real yet surreal, calm reply penetrated Leopold's heart, and a series of peacock-like, lightning-like flashes of light emerged from the ground, slashing continuously at his right arm.

He survived being stabbed seven times because he used all his spiritual energy to defend himself, not because his prosthetic body was that strong.

When these overlapping blades slashed down, even an arm forged from Martian alloy was easily cut off like a rolled-up sheet of paper.

Guan Luoyang's figure appeared with the flash of the blade, grabbing the intensive care unit with one hand.

"Leave!"

Sukhara reacted the fastest, glaring angrily, and with his five fingers spread, he pushed out his palm print.

The anger and worry in his heart, at the moment of his attack, burned and tempered with spiritual energy, becoming perfectly integrated, without any trace of weakness, transforming into an indestructible and majestic power that could shake Mount Sumeru, like a diamond or a Bodhi tree.

With this palm strike, it seemed as if all the buildings in the city that were above the ground were in sight, layer upon layer, merging together and transforming into five fingers of different lengths.

The Lion Subduing Demon Seal, with its giant paw pushing horizontally, is as if the weight of an entire border fortress is poured into it, to flatten all heretics and rebels.

Guan Luoyang's full head of black hair and robes were all stirred by the ferocity of this palm strike, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly, drawing his long sword from the lower left and slashing upwards.

I'll search the highest heavens and cleave the sky with my sword!

After he had slaughtered his way through a city, he calmed down and carefully savored the sharpness of his sword intent, which then erupted once more.

As the blade and palm collided, Sukara felt a jolt throughout his body, his feet leaving the ground, and he almost felt as if he were being thrown into the sky. Even the Lion Subduing Demon Seal could not suppress him.

Guan Luoyang's blade trembled, his internal organs churned, his heart seemed to be suddenly suppressed and unable to move, the flow of vital energy in his body paused for a beat, and a strong smell of blood immediately filled his mouth and nose.

Leopold unleashed a dazzling azure light, and the fragmented but still immense spiritual energy within him surged wildly through his left arm, striking towards Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang turned slightly, and with his right elbow he rammed backward to receive the palm strike. He then spun rapidly with the reaction force, his blade energy scattering wildly in all directions.

Su Jieluo pressed down with one palm, extinguishing all the sword energy. He was about to strike with his other palm when he suddenly felt a flash of sword light. Guan Luoyang's sword tip seemed to be pointing right at the space between his eyebrows.

He subconsciously tilted his head back slightly, his hand movements subtly shifting, only to see that the tip of the knife was merely pointing outwards.

Guan Luoyang brandished his sword, a splash of water beneath his feet, and disappeared with the recovery pod, leaving only a lingering laugh: "I've had my fill of killing today, no need to see me off."

Sukara raised his hands to the sky to form a mudra, then slammed his palms to the ground, and a vast amount of spiritual energy seeped into the earth.

He realized that Guan Luoyang had not broken through the strata, but had appeared in an area with deep groundwater.

But in an instant, the depth and distance where Guan Luoyang was located exceeded the range of his spiritual energy and the detection depth of the radar.

The Heavenly River Orthodox Method, the art of water escape.

Can't catch up.

Sukhara slowly stood up, his expression calm, but in the psionic vision, the lion that had been crouching in the border fortress stood up, raised its head to the sky, and roared repeatedly.

A cut appeared on his palm, and coolant leaked out along the crack.

"you……"

Sukhara took a breath. "What did you say his name was?"

Leopold glanced at him but did not answer.

Jiushan had already mentioned that name, and Sujieluo should have known about it long ago.

"Guan Luoyang!"

Sure enough, he didn't actually need anyone's answer; he just needed to calm down in this way.

He conquered five city-states, prepared border defenses, and mobilized a large army, Arhats, and mountain lords.

All the manpower and resources invested in this are like the coolant dripping from his fingertips right now.

Because of this one blow, all was lost.

(End of this chapter)