plumnovel Chapter 65 : This Ends Here
Chapter 65 : This Ends Here
This Ends Here================================
Jiang Cheng frowned. Wasn't this a bit too easy? Could things really be this simple?
Sure enough, in the next second, countless waves of pitch-black sludge surged up from the ground like a raging sea.
The sludge formed a massive curtain of water, blocking out the glorious sky of the Spirit Realm.
The torrent smashed through the entire cathedral, turning it into fragments and parts that tumbled through the sea of sludge.
The faceless, inky figure of the false god stood high atop the waves of sludge, looking down upon the two of them.
And as for Lyle and Ferran, who had originally gotten close to the false god, they were swept far away, ending up back at Jiang Cheng's side.
"The plan failed,"
Jiang Cheng said darkly, her expression grim.
She pointed with her finger. The holy bead in Lyle's palm lit up as Jiang Cheng spoke.
"Since the ground has vanished and we can't smash it, I've engraved some magical circuits on it. When the time comes, just crush it."
"Alright,"
Lyle nodded. "I'll get close to him."
Next, Jiang Cheng turned to Ferran and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, the lock hasn't broken. If I calculate it like this, the target can be marked even more precisely."
With that, Jiang Cheng lifted her head, her pale golden eyes emotionless as she gazed at the false god drifting in the distant sky.
"Go. Quickly,"
Jiang Cheng said flatly.
He must die. Jiang Cheng would never give up this chance for revenge—she'd prepared too much for it.
This being, who had once indirectly caused Lyle's death, absolutely could not be allowed to live.
Thinking this, Jiang Cheng's body began to float.
In the next instant, her freshly healed skin split open once more, and Jiang Cheng used her divine magic to forcibly extract every bone from her own body!
"To ensure your death today, I'll have to resort to some truly disgusting divine arts."
"The spine sword and such are outdated now,"
Jiang Cheng said as every bone in her body rose up like a forest of swords, some large, some small.
"So this time, my new divine art, according to my preference, will be called... Ten Thousand Bones Return to Their Origin."
"Ha, what am I supposed to say next? Oh, right—Sword, come!"
As Jiang Cheng's words fell, hundreds of bone daggers formed from her skeleton swept forth like a galactic river, a furious sword stream rushing toward the false god.
The sword stream advanced, then split in two. The scattered bone daggers surged toward the false god like a river, while the longer bone longswords hovered protectively near Lyle and Ferran.
Among those bone longswords, the greatsword fashioned from her spine, shrouded in bloodlust, stood out most of all.
Lyle grabbed Ferran, and, with a swift tap on the sludge river beneath their feet, shot up into the air, dragging Ferran along.
Suddenly, countless sludge-formed arms shot out from the ground, grabbing for Lyle's ankles—but were promptly sliced off by Jiang Cheng's bone sword at his side.
The false god raised his hand, and the torrent of sludge condensed into a flowing spear, which he hurled at Lyle.
"Swish!"
A flash of silvery white flickered—Jiang Cheng's left arm, transformed into a longsword, instantly severed the spear of condensed sludge.
Meanwhile, a torrent of smaller bone-forged swords swept toward the false god as well.
"Hm?"
A puzzled sound escaped from the false god's mouth—well, he had no mouth, but it came from his bizarre, faceless visage nonetheless.
It was his first time making a sound. If not for that, Lyle would have assumed he was incapable of speech.
The next second, countless sludge spears shot towards the torrent formed by the bone daggers.
Yet, though the bone daggers looked dull, they exuded an intense aura of sharpness.
When the sludge spears collided with that torrent of swords, they were instantly shredded by that razor-sharp aura, reduced to blobs of goop falling to the ground.
The expression (or rather, the positions of the mechanical parts) on the false god's faceless visage changed.
The next instant, the flood of bone daggers engulfed him, razor-sharp energy bursting in all directions.
Unfortunately, with such formidable defenses, he had suffered little harm.
After all, no matter what, he was a god-level being—not someone a mere transcendent level divine magic user like Jiang Cheng could easily wound.
But the exoskeleton armor covering every inch of the false god's body was not so lucky.
The steel construct was utterly shredded by the short sword divine art formed from the condensed bones.
Iron filings rained to the ground, disappearing without a trace as they landed in the black sludge river.
Freed of the exoskeleton's restraint, the false god could no longer maintain his human form, collapsing instead into a giant, formless black mass of sludge—hardly different from the king of corrupted monsters.
Yet there was one difference: within that mass of sludge floated various technological components.
Basic gears and screws, as well as high-level chips and circuit boards, swirled within the mire.
"You will all die!" the false god roared in fury. In the next instant, from within the curtain of water, countless technological creations shot toward Lyle, who was leaping into the sky.
Vehicles, computers, ventilators, and all sorts of machines floated from the curtain, crashing toward Lyle.
Jiang Cheng found it hard to keep a straight face—she even spotted several actual container trucks in there. Was this joke never going to die? Were they really planning to smash people with these things?
No, wait—Jiang Cheng frowned. These were not ordinary steel products.
Just like the sludge spear, these were creations forged from the black mire of corrupted monsters and magic.
So, this false god was shaping things from mud—turns out he was a clay master too.
Compared to the earlier spears, these attacks were clearly deadlier.
Jiang Cheng, knowing that in the Spirit Realm the false god couldn't unleash his full power, realized this was probably the strongest attack he could muster here.
"Sword, rise!"
Following Jiang Cheng's command, every bone-forged longsword rose and slashed toward the approaching machines!
"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion rang out—Jiang Cheng's swords, formed from her own bones, shattered along with the machines spawned from the curtain of water.
As the divine art broke, Jiang Cheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, falling weakly from mid-air.
"Damn, my clothes are going to get filthy again,"
Jiang Cheng cursed, staring at the sludge below.
As long as Lyle and the others succeeded, that was all that mattered, she thought, glancing over at Lyle—only to have her eyes narrow with alarm.
Beneath the false god's feet, countless massive tentacles of sludge lashed out at them.
"Careful!"
Jiang Cheng cried out in warning.
Lyle, who had been watching her condition all along, immediately noticed Jiang Cheng was wounded and knew he had to take matters into his own hands.
Holding Ferran tightly, Lyle gripped the Sword in the Stone.
In the next instant, dazzling holy light burst forth from the Sword in the Stone!
This was the Hero's Sword, shining with the intense will to protect others—a light that appeared only when a true hero's heart awakened.
With its aid, the battle of a truly virtuous hero should not be lost.
And so it proved—a tremendous explosion resounded.
Amidst billowing black smoke and fire, the sludge tentacles were gone.
Lyle, injured and bleeding from the mouth but undaunted, now stood exhausted before the false god.
But none of that mattered, because he was now face-to-face with the false god—just a step away!
"This ends here,"
Lyle said calmly. In the next second, the pink bead was crushed in his hand.