Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 783: Time is gone and it is difficult to return to the corpse disaster

As soon as Amemiya Haruki opened his paper umbrella, Wang Mian stopped at the threshold.

The time scar on the back of his neck was like a red-hot charcoal, burning his skin even through his coarse shirt.

This was the seventh time he touched the scar. As soon as his fingertips touched the raised lines, he pulled them back in pain.

"Grandpa Wang," Yurina's voice suddenly softened, and her hand holding the old man's arm trembled slightly.

"Brother Wu said that Mr. Lin Qiye cut off the beast tide's retreat in the Far North Snowfield. Have you... have you met him?"

Wang Mian's cloudy eyes moved.

He recalled the fragments of memory that were torn apart by the turbulence in the vortex of time and space three days ago.

Indeed, a figure wrapped in a black windbreaker flashed by—that person was followed by dozens of Ice Soul Wolves.

Every step he took broke the half-foot-thick snow, and the saber in his hand chopped on the beast core, and the sparks that flew out were brighter than the snow.

"He's alive." Wang Mian said hoarsely, his Adam's apple rolling like a broken piece of porcelain.

"Even more brutal than when I killed that Nine Infants in Wuyin Mountain three years ago."

The corners of Yurina's eyes suddenly curved.

She let go of Wang Mian's arm, turned around and rushed into the warm room.

When he came out again, he was holding a celadon tea tray with candied cherry blossom cakes piled on it.

"I knew it! Brother Wu always said that Mr. Qiye was a piece of fine iron that had been tempered nine times, and it couldn't be burned or smashed!"

She handed the tea tray to Amamiya Haruki and ran to the eaves to pick a bunch of weeping crabapples.

"Try this. I made it this morning. I put less sugar in it. Grandpa, you have bad teeth..."

Wang Mian looked at her fluttering skirt and suddenly remembered the spring night seventy years ago.

The old brother's granddaughter did the same, holding a sugar man and running after him.

He reached out to take the cherry blossom cake, rubbing the age spots on his knuckles against the porcelain plate. "Sweet."

"Of course!" Yurina squatted down and straightened his trouser legs, the silver bells in her hair rang softly with her movements.

"When we get back to the boathouse, I'll make you some rice dumplings with fermented rice wine. Brother Wu said you love this the most..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A muffled thunder-like roar exploded overhead.

The porcelain plate in Wang Mian's hand cracked with a "crack".

When he looked up, he saw half of the dark cloud was torn apart.

There were tiny drops of blood floating in the light that leaked through the sky—it wasn’t rain, but the blood of animals shattered in the air.

The ground began to shake.

Yurina staggered and held onto the pillar, the silver bells in her hair tinkling incoherently;

Haruki Amemiya's paper umbrella was blown away by the wind, revealing his clenched right hand - blood was oozing from between his fingers, and he was pinching his palm with his nails to suppress the trembling.

"Corpse Qi." Wang Mian suddenly stood up straight.

The time scar on the back of his neck no longer burned, but instead felt piercingly cold, as if an icicle were drilling down his spine into his brain.

“It’s a corpse beast.”

Yurina's sword is already unsheathed.

It was a Tang sword wrapped in talisman paper. She held the scabbard with her backhand and knocked it against her palm.

The talisman paper burst into flames, and the blade transformed into a translucent paper crane, flapping its wings and soaring into the sky.

"I'll go see!" She stepped on the pillar and jumped out of the eaves, a string of cherry blossoms falling from the hem of her skirt.

"You and Mr. Haruki—"

"Follow me." Wang Mian interrupted her.

He grabbed the bamboo stick at his feet and clenched it tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I won't live for seven days, but I can still block three of your swords."

Amamiya Haruki suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The boy's palm was burning hot, like a piece of red-hot charcoal. "Mr. Wu once said that your life is more valuable than the secret treasures of ten Demon Suppression Pavilions."

Wang Mian said nothing.

He looked in the direction where Yurina disappeared, and the sky there was turning red.

It was not the sunset glow, but the mist formed by the rotten blood that seeped out of the pores of corpse beasts when they ate living things.

"Let's go." He shook off Yu Gong's hand and tapped the bamboo stick on the blue brick, making a crisp "thump thump" sound.

"It's easier for you to protect me than for me to protect you."

As the three of them walked through the corridor covered with fallen cherry blossoms, paper cranes swooped down from overhead.

Yurina's voice, wrapped in the cry of the paper crane, was as sharp as tearing silk: "Southeast!"

"Three first-level corpse kings, twelve second-level corpse generals, and... one wearing armor!"

The bamboo stick on Wangmian stopped.

He remembered the record in the ancient books of Daxia: the corpse beast wearing armor,

He must be a general who had received orders from the emperor during his lifetime. He was filled with resentment and was invulnerable to swords and spears.

"Run." He suddenly pushed Amemiya.

"Go to the boathouse to find Wu Hen and bring him here—"

"Need not."

New voices emerged from the blood mist.

It was a male voice that sounded like it was immersed in ice water, and every word carried the sharp sound of a knife scraping across bones.

When Wang Mian looked up, he saw a black shadow falling from the top of the blood mist.

In his hand was a saber with a chain wrapped around its handle - the blade was reflected in the blood mist, like a red-hot iron rod.

The moment the black shadow landed, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground.

Wang Mian staggered and held onto the pillar, and saw seven ancient bronze coins hanging behind the man.

Black blood seeped out of the holes in each coin, and they were the "Seven-Star Soul-Locking Coins" that could suppress corpse qi.

"Yurina Takishiro." Yurina's voice trembled as she came back from the blood mist, and the knife solidified into a solid body again.

“How come you are…”

"Come to you." The man didn't look at her.

His gaze was like two poisoned knives, piercing directly into the time scar on the back of Wang's neck. "A time traveler?"

Cold sweat instantly broke out on the back of Wang Mian's neck.

He could feel that the other person's gaze was following the scar of time into his soul, as if counting the number of days left in his life.

Suddenly, the sound of bones rubbing against each other came from the blood mist.

When Wang Mian turned around, he saw three blue-gray corpses crawling out of the fog.

Their nails were half a foot long, with bits of unrotten flesh hanging between their fingers;

The one in front was wearing rusty armor, and half of his face under the helmet was rotten, revealing his white gums.

Yuuri Takishiro's saber suddenly began to buzz.

He swung the chain, and seven copper coins were nailed into the eaves of the surrounding houses with a "ding" sound. The blood mist was immediately torn open, and in the leaking skylight,

You can see the sea in the distance - the waves are surging with black foam, as if some huge monster is crawling towards the shore.

"Protect him." Yuuri Takishiro said half a sentence to Yurina, turned around and rushed into the blood mist.

The moment the saber was swung, Wang Mian heard the sound of bones cracking mixed with a muffled roar.

Then there was a loud "bang" as a heavy object hit the ground - the first corpse king's head was completely cut off.

Wang Mian looked at his back, and the time scar on the back of his neck began to burn again.

He took out the compass from his pocket, and the needle was spinning wildly, pointing to the direction where the blood mist was thickest.

There, something more dangerous than the Corpse King is awakening.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other in the blood mist suddenly became more intense.

Yuuri Takishiro's saber whipped up a fishy wind, and the seven copper coins at the end of the chain vibrated hummingly under the eaves.

Tear the spreading corpse qi into pieces.

When the head of the first corpse king rolled to the king's feet,

He could even see the ferocity frozen on that rotten face—a half-broken rusty arrow was stuck in his left eye socket, with the words "Zhenbei Army" engraved on the arrow shaft.

"Second-level corpse general, break the armor." Yuuri Takishiro's voice was like a blade tempered by ice. He drew out the short blade from his waist and threw it to the left.

The short blade was wrapped in dark blue flames and accurately pierced into the gap in the chain mail of the second corpse king.

The corpse king let out a shrill scream, and the rotten flesh fell off from the wound, revealing the black bone stumps underneath.

Yurina's Tang sword has solidified into a solid form again.

She stepped on the corridor column and leaped to the edge of the blood mist. The talisman paper on the blade burned into red gold.

The wind created by the sword swing dispersed half of the blood mist, revealing the hunched figures of three second-level corpse generals. "Grandpa! Mr. Haruki!"

"Get behind the screen!" She turned around and shouted, the silver bell in her hair almost shattered by the corpse's aura.

"These corpse beasts can devour the souls of living people!"

The king's face did not move.

He stared at the armored corpse king—the one whose half body had been chopped off by Yuuri Takishiro just now.

At this moment, it was twitching on the ground, and black blood was oozing out of its broken spine, corroding the blue bricks and leaving charred marks.

The time scar on the back of my neck suddenly started burning again.

It felt like someone was poking him with a red-hot iron skewer—a sign that his ability to go back in time was about to run out.

But the pain now was worse than before, almost ripping the back of his neck.

"Be careful!" Haruki Amamiya suddenly grabbed his arm and threw him to the side.

Wang Mian's bamboo stick snapped into two pieces.

The place where he had just stood was scratched by the corpse general's sharp claws, leaving five deep grooves, and brick chips mixed with rotten green juice splashed everywhere.

The young man stood in front of him, holding a poisoned short blade in his right hand.

——It was the "emergency life-saving item" that Wu Hen stuffed into him before leaving.

Amidst the blood mist came the muffled sound of a saber piercing flesh.

Yuri Takishiro's chain wrapped around the neck of the third corpse king and pulled hard.

The corpse king's cervical vertebrae were broken on the spot, and his head was twisted 180 degrees, with his dark eye sockets facing the king's face.

Wang Mian saw half a broken jade token rolling out of its throat.

The words "Zhenbei Army Food Supervisor" were engraved on it - exactly the same as the words on the arrow shaft just now.

"When Qiye cut off the retreat of the beast tide in the Far North Snowfield, the remnants of the Zhenbei Army were retreating to the southeastern sea."

Wang Mian suddenly murmured, his voice like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, "These corpse beasts... are the defeated soldiers of the Zhenbei Army."

Yurina's knife flashed past his side.

She backhandedly parried the sharp claws of the corpse general that was charging towards Amemiya, and the Tang sword and bone claws collided, sparks flying. "Grandpa, what did you say?"

"The Zhenbei Army was completely wiped out in the Canglan Sea three years ago."

The king stared at the armored corpse king - its remains began to wriggle.

The broken ribs emerged from the rotten flesh like living creatures, and reassembled into a complete body.

"Their resentment should have been sealed at the bottom of the ocean by the Demon Suppression Division using the 'Soul-Suppressing Nail'... unless someone pulled it out."

"Is there anyone here?" Yu Gong's short blade cut the corpse general's wrist, and the rotten blood splashed on the back of his hand, immediately causing a series of blisters.

He gritted his teeth and took two steps back. "Who would do such a thing?"

"The one who can pull out the soul-soothing nail..." Wang Mian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw Yuuri Takishiro's saber stuck in the chest of the armored corpse king.

Black mist rose around the blade, and the corpse king's mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

Indistinct syllables rolled out of his throat - like some ancient spell.

"Retreat!" Yuuri Takibai suddenly shouted.

He threw off the chain on the hilt, and seven copper coins burst out with dazzling golden light at the same time, blasting the blood mist into a circle with a diameter of ten feet.

The king's face was blown against the screen wall by the gust of wind, and he vaguely saw the rotten flesh of the armored corpse king falling off.

Revealing the bronze armor underneath that was shimmering with light—it was no ordinary armor.

The armor plates were engraved with runes to suppress evil spirits, but now they all collapsed and thick black blood oozed out.

"This is... the 'Evil Locking Armor' of the Demon Suppression Division." Wang Mian's voice trembled.

He finally understood why the back of his neck was burning with pain—the resentment of this corpse king.

It was older than any evil spirit he had ever seen, and even mixed with the aura of "time and space turbulence" that only time travelers would have.

Yurina stumbled over and held his shoulder with the back of her knife: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

The ends of her hair were stained with corpse blood, and the silver bells were shaken so much that they were tilted behind her ears.

"Mr. Takishiro said there's something wrong with these corpses. It's like they were ripened... using a time spell!"

"Time spell..." Wang Mian's gaze passed over her and fell on Yuuri Takishiro who was inserting the saber into the ground.

The man's back was stretched like a bow, and the chains were wrapped around his feet in the shape of the Big Dipper.

Black blood was oozing out of each copper coin—it was forcibly suppressing the resentment within the Corpse King's body.

When his gaze swept across the time scar on the back of Wang's neck, a flash of vigilance appeared in his eyes, as if he suddenly understood something.

"Nana." Yuuri Takishiro's voice was even colder than before.

"come over."

Just as Yurina was about to take a step, the Armored Corpse King suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar.

Its bronze armor completely shattered, revealing the white skeleton inside - the skeleton was three times taller than a living person.

There were seven blue animal cores strung on the spine, each of which was oozing corpse qi, dyeing the surrounding blood mist into black.

"It's... the Seven Evils Soul-Locking Formation!" Wang Mian's time scar hurt so much that he almost fainted.

He finally saw clearly - the positions of the seven beast cores completely coincided with the Seven-Star Soul-Locking Coin under Yuuri Takishiro's feet.

Someone used the skeleton of a corpse king as the center of the formation, and used time magic to forcibly overlap the soul-locking formations of the seven demon-suppressing divisions, just to draw out...

"Hurry up!" Yuuri Takishiro suddenly grabbed Yurina's wrist and pushed her towards Wang Mian.

His saber suddenly emitted a blinding white light, and the blade began to crack.

It was a weapon refined with the demon soul of his own life, and it was now burning out its last bit of strength.

Wang Mian saw that the sea surface at the deepest part of the blood mist was surging even more violently.

A half-broken bronze pillar emerged from the waves, its body engraved with corroded runes.

It is the "Soul-Calming Pillar" at the bottom of the Canglan Sea that suppresses the resentment of the Zhenbei Army.

At the top of the bronze pillar, a dark shadow slowly stood up.

The outline is very similar to the appearance of the Armored Corpse King when he was alive - except that on its head, there is a crown inlaid with seven beast cores.

"Grandpa?" Yurina waved her hand in front of him.

“Why are you crying?”

Only then did Wang Mian realize that his old face was already wet with tears.

He looked at the gradually clearer black shadow, and the time scar on the back of his neck suddenly stopped burning.

Instead, it was chilling to the bone—a sign that he was about to use his ability to rewind time for the last time.

He took out the compass from his pocket, and the needle was spinning wildly.

Finally, it pointed to the heart of the black shadow - there, there was a mark with the same pattern as his time scar.

"Nana." Wang Mian grabbed her hand and stuffed the broken bamboo stick into her palm.

"Go to the boathouse and find Wu Hen... Tell him that someone is resurrecting a dead body. The one being resurrected is... the life of the person who went back in time."

A roar like bones breaking came from the blood mist.

Yuuri Takishiro's saber completely shattered.

He knelt on one knee, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but still used his body to block Yurina's direction.

Wang Mian looked at his bloody back and suddenly remembered the spring night seventy years ago.

He did the same, using his body to block the monster's claws for his brother's granddaughter.

"It's my turn." he said softly.

The time scar on the back of my neck started to feel hot, this time the temperature was higher than ever before.

It was as if he was going to burn his entire body to ashes.

He looked at the dark shadow's raised arm, revealing a palm covered with corpse spots—

The mark on his palm and the time scar on the back of his neck were beating in sync.