bookbashuk Chapter 44 is fake! The path to liberation couldn't possibly be this smooth!
Chapter 44 is fake! The path to liberation couldn't possibly be this smooth!
God's health has dropped to the 50% mark.
The massive body ceased all movement. Large sections of its grayish-white energy shell peeled away, shattering into powder upon impact with the stone slab. The ten-meter-tall skeleton contracted inward, the bones creaking and grinding together with a teeth-grinding sound.
The whole process was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, the extremely oppressive regional lord disappeared.
Only a thin, bony old man remained in the spot.
The old man was hunched over, skin and bones, with tattered strips of cloth hanging from his shoulders; he looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
The system panel data is updated synchronously.
[The Broken Body of God]
【Lv.60】
[Status: Weak/Nightmare]
Zhao Lei slammed the Earth Pulse Twin Shields into the ground and let out a long breath: "What is this? Back to square one?"
He took a step forward.
The old man raised his head.
The hollow swirls on that wrinkled face were gone, replaced by a pair of cloudy eyes.
His dry, shriveled lips opened and closed.
No sound came out.
But at the same time, a whisper echoed in everyone's mind.
The sounds were chaotic, a jumble of men, women, young and old, with no discernible words, yet they possessed an extremely penetrating power, piercing straight into the brain.
Lu Yan felt his vision blur for a moment.
The dome of the stone hall, the floor tiles underfoot, and the teammates around me all faded in my field of vision.
Sight was deprived, and hearing was cut off.
By the time he regained his senses, the environment had completely changed.
There was no dampness like in an underground palace, nor the stench of decay from a monster.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of fried chicken.
Lu Yan looked down and realized he was sitting in that familiar gaming chair.
On the computer desk in front of him was a 27-inch high refresh rate monitor. The screen was running a game he had been playing for a while, the graphics were extremely realistic, and there was no lag at all.
The ergonomic mouse in my right hand feels great, and the mechanical keyboard with my left hand rests on the blue switches, providing very clear tactile feedback.
On the left is a glass of cola with ice, and water droplets still cling to the glass.
The takeout box was open, and the golden-brown fried chicken was steaming hot.
The whisper in her ear softened and became seductive: "This is what you wanted... to stay... to have eternal peace, without strife, without death..."
Lu Yan leaned back in his gaming chair, picked up the glass of chilled cola, and took a big gulp.
The liquid flowed down my throat, and the carbon dioxide bubbles churned on my tongue.
The taste feedback was perfect.
He put down his cup, looked at the game screen, and let out a soft chuckle.
"That's ridiculous. It's impossible for a certain game to be smooth without lag, even on the lowest graphics settings."
He moved his wrist around and found that everything felt normal.
"If I hadn't transmigrated from another world, I might have actually been fooled."
Before the cataclysmic event on Earth, he was a homebody whose daily routine consisted of playing video games and ordering takeout. This illusion accurately read his subconscious and materialized his most comfortable environment.
Initially, when faced with this kind of mind control skill, explorers usually choose to resist it forcefully. However, further analysis reveals that this illusion reads into the surface subconscious; the more one resists, the deeper one sinks.
Frankly, this place is really attractive.
The problem is that he has memories from two lifetimes in his mind. The existence of the system panel and the real equipment attributes have long since reshaped his cognitive system.
This level of hallucination wouldn't fool him.
Lu Yan raised his hands to his cheeks.
"Slap! Slap!"
He slapped her hard with both hands, delivering two resounding blows.
The pain reaches directly to the nerves.
The computer screen, gaming chair, and fried chicken takeout in front of me are peeling off like shattered glass.
The cracks spread rapidly, and the entire room disintegrated into countless fragments.
Lu Yan opened his eyes.
He returned to the stone hall.
The golden halo projected by the Eternal Scepter still shone beneath his feet.
A dozen meters ahead, the remains of God sat cross-legged on the ground, hands clasped together, muttering incantations.
The rest of the first squad were all infected.
The scene was quite bizarre at one point.
Zhao Leiguang tossed his two shields aside, hugged a thick stone pillar with both hands, rubbed his face against it, and drooled: "Hehe... braised pork hock... save it all for me, no one can take it..."
Lin Chuxue's dueling staff fell to her feet. She cupped the air in her hands, grinning from ear to ear: "First place in the whole school... scholarship... I'm rich..."
Wen Yue sat on the ground, her crossbow lying across her lap, her fingers randomly strumming the string, humming an unknown tune.
Shen Xinglin's act was the most outrageous. He hadn't even summoned a warhorse, yet he was in a horse stance, gripping the air reins with both hands, his body bouncing up and down: "Giddy up! Charge! I'm the number one cavalryman in the world! Get out of my way!"
Xiao Qianyu stood ramrod straight, her Red Lotus Luoshen Spear resting on the ground. Her eyes were closed, her brows relaxed, and she murmured softly, "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Su Yunqing frantically waved the Gift of Yao Guang at the air, pouring out her mana like it was free: "Don't die! Don't die! I can heal you! All of you, live!"
Lu Yan looked at the group of people and sighed.
The conventional way to deal with illusions is to wait for the person affected to see through them on their own, or to forcibly remove them using mental purification skills.
Su Yunqing is busy nursing air right now, so we can't count on her.
It's worth noting that the incantation for the remnant of God hasn't finished yet, and no one knows what kind of amazing move the old man will unleash after he finishes chanting the incantation.
Time is tight.
"We'll have to resort to some physical methods."
Lu Yan picked up the Eternal Scepter and walked up to Zhao Leiguang.
Old Zhao is tough and resilient, with the best ability to withstand blows in the entire team.
Lu Yan swung his arm and punched Zhao Leiguang in the nose.
"Ouch!" Zhao Leiguang clutched his nose and took two steps back. Opening his eyes, he saw the braised pork hock was gone, replaced only by Lu Yan's expressionless face. "Brother Yan, why did you hit me!"
"Get your shield if you're awake, stop talking nonsense." Lu Yan ignored him and walked toward the next target.
Shen Xinglin was still practicing his horse stance, which was quite unsteady.
Lu Yan walked up behind him and kicked him in the butt.
Shen Xinglin lost his balance and fell flat on his face, his chin hitting the stone slab.
"Enemy attack!" He scrambled to his feet, grabbed the ever-changing spear, and stood frozen in place after taking in his surroundings.
Wen Yue was fiddling with the crossbow.
Lu Yan slapped her on the back of the head.
Wen Yue was knocked forward by the blow. When she came to her senses, she reached out to pull the trigger, but Lu Yan held the crossbow down.
"Don't let it go wrong."
Lin Chuxue was still counting her scholarship money.
Lu Yan reached out and pinched her cheeks, pulling them outwards.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Lin Chuxue slapped Lu Yan's hand away and rubbed her face to wake up.
He arrived in front of Xiao Qianyu.
Lu Yan looked at the usually stern-faced captain and paused for half a second.
Then he delivered a chop to the back of her neck.
Xiao Qianyu's eyes widened, and her body reacted instinctively, unleashing a sweeping attack with the Crimson Lotus Goddess Spear.
Lu Yan was prepared and took a half step back to avoid the spear tip.
"Look carefully before you hit."
Xiao Qianyu holstered her gun and looked at the mangled body of God in the distance, immediately understanding what had just happened.
Finally, it's Su Yunqing.
Lu Yan walked up to her and flicked her forehead.
"Ouch!" Su Yunqing covered her forehead and stopped the ineffective spellcasting.
Everyone is awake.
The physical awakening method is brutal in process but has excellent effects.
Zhao Lei rubbed his sore nose, picked up the double shields, and glared fiercely at the mangled body of God sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"That old bastard is playing dirty tricks."
"He's still loading." Lu Yan pointed ahead. "Interrupt him."
Without needing any further mobilization, the first squad, already seething with anger, immediately focused their fire.
Lin Chuxue conjured the largest fireball spell at the tip of her staff, which slammed down on the old man with a long trail of flame.
Wen Yue switched to high-explosive armor-piercing rounds, and the crossbow mechanism clicked repeatedly.
Shen Xinglin brandished his spear and charged forward.
Xiao Qianyu launched a flash attack, the dark red afterimage aimed straight at the back of God's mangled body.
The old man's ramblings were interrupted.
He opened his eyes, his cloudy pupils revealing terror. He hadn't expected these people to break free from their nightmare so quickly.
In his weakened state, God's remaining body had reached its lowest defensive capabilities.
The Fireball spell hit head-on, creating a sea of fire.
The armor-piercing bullet pierced his thin body.
The Red Lotus Goddess Spear pierced his heart from behind.
The old man didn't even have time to scream before his health bar was instantly reduced to zero.
The shriveled body turned into a pool of ashes.