mtlumby2d Chapter 537 Trump Card
Chapter 537 Trump Card
"You don't want the entire Sishui City to be buried with you, do you?" The old man frowned at the big demon's words and asked in confusion, "Why?"
"I'm just giving you a choice now, agree or disagree. You don't need to know the reason."
"Can you really make this decision?" the old man looked at the great demon before him. He wasn't stupid. It seemed someone was behind these words, and that could only be the innate gods. These demons were the innate gods' dogs. But why bother? If the innate gods wanted to attack, they wouldn't be able to fight back.
However, no matter how much they talked, it was of little use. All they could do was take things one step at a time and focus on the present. The elders glanced at each other and burst into laughter. Watching these cheerfully laughing humans, the great demon was puzzled: "Why refuse? You clearly can survive."
He seemed to see the confusion in the demon's eyes. "Are you curious? Why did you choose to die when you could have lived? You won't understand. If you did, you would no longer be a demon."
Although the demon was puzzled and felt pity for the demon, he had nothing more to say since the demon was so stubborn. "My name is Cang, and I will kill your people."
"I remember! Let's fight!" Several elders were already prepared for death. As for why they refused, they didn't say, but their actions had already made it clear. It wasn't that they didn't want to live, but they wanted to live with dignity. If the price of life was servility, then Surabaya would no longer be Surabaya.
This great demon didn't know that everyone had already prepared for death. It wasn't a readiness to die, but rather a way to prove the truth through death. Perhaps many would humbly yearn for life, but not the men of Sishui City. Some might believe that a step back opens up a new horizon, that a little impatience can ruin a great plan, but not the men of Sishui City. Their spines never bend, preferring death to submission. This is character, and also spiritual faith.
The old man knew that if the city fell, the people within would naturally take up swords and resist. They weren't ants living under protection; they were human beings. We should strive to be strong, even if death is no object. The old man knew that Lin Yang's final fate was inevitable, and Lin Yang knew it too, yet he persisted. This was the pride of Sishui City.
Cang watched as the old man raised his long sword and roared in anger. He watched as this roar ignited responses from those on the ground, on the city walls, and even from everyone else. At this moment, everyone's spirits were united, their morale not weakened by the dire situation, but rather soared.
The men on the city walls raised their spears and roared, "Fight to the death!" Everyone in the city raised their weapons and roared, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death!" Even Lin Yang and the others in the battle seemed to be infected. Fight to the death! No cowards, rather die than surrender, fight to the death!
Cang took a step back, unable to comprehend what had happened to these people. But he knew that in the face of absolute power, any slogan was as fragile as shattered porcelain. Otherwise, the demon race would never have submitted to the innate gods. In their eyes, a moment of tolerance meant nothing. They would live in humiliation, waiting for an opportunity. If the opportunity arose, they would not hesitate to absolve themselves of their former hatred. Though their goals and methods differed, no one had forgotten the old hatred.
However, until he had the power to overthrow the enemy, he needed to be a good dog. His previous choice was already his biggest concession. Since he didn't know what was good for him, don't blame him for being rude. The human race and the demon race have had an unbreakable hatred since ancient times.
The moment the negotiations broke down, the behemoth flapped its wings and charged at the elders of Sishui City. This time, it was serious, determined to utterly annihilate these humans. The raging wind whipped up the drifting dust, allowing it to be completely eroded in the yellow sand. The behemoth roared to the heavens.
Elsewhere, a stone dice from the antlers of a gray deer appeared in his hand. With a resounding rumble, a towering tree rose from the ground, several times taller than the walls of Sishui City, towering into the clouds. Countless vines cascaded from the treetops and fiercely pierced the barrier. The already shaky barrier was completely pierced at this moment, shattering with a loud bang.
The inscriptions on the city wall completely dimmed. Fragments of the barrier scattered across the sky, but the people on the wall were already prepared. "Prepare for a counterattack!" someone shouted. This time, they would no longer face monsters, but also vines swooping down from the giant trees.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Vines pierced the soil, the walls, and the houses. Then, these thick, thorny vines split into even smaller ones. These tiny vines continuously preyed on the people in the city. But the people in the city were not completely defenseless. Some chopped the vines with knives, while others were pierced through by the vines, their blood sucked out and turned into mummies.
By now, the battlefield had been divided into four areas: the civilians within the city battling the vines, the people standing on the city walls resisting the monsters attempting to cross them, the advance team outside the city holding back most of the monsters, and finally the duel between the elders and the behemoth in the sky. Both sides had already made a fatal move.
Yet, so far, this war has not seen a clear-cut victory of the fittest. Sishui City certainly has its own hidden weapons. "The battle has just begun," a young man with crippled legs declared in a building in the heart of Sishui City. His body was covered in a variety of strange red, yellow, and white seal characters. These characters drifted erratically, rising and falling, yet each one seemed to hold a power capable of annihilating the world.
These are one of Sishui City's trump cards. The opportunity they stumbled upon initially wasn't limited to the defensive seal characters painted on the city walls, but also included numerous offensive ones. Sishui City had expended considerable effort to replicate these characters. A vast spiritual gathering array was established here, constantly channeling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish these characters. After decades of cultivation, their power can be imagined.
Now was the crucial moment. This trump card, of course, had to be revealed. The young man with crippled legs sat on a specially designed chair, raised his hand, and pinched a seal script with his fingers. The moment he grasped the seal script, strands of lightning raced through his fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through the young man's hand.
He threw the seal script in his hand into the sky, and the blue-purple seal script disappeared into the sky like a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the city, and lightning and thunder roared. "Thunder Tribulation."