Chapter 492
Chapter 492
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 492
>Chapter Title: Dharma Cult
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“Ha!”
>Gao Zhijian, shirtless, swung his massive halberd at the village entrance, single-handedly holding off a horde.
Veins bulged across his body, and rising blood qi enveloped him like swirling smoke and fog.
The enemies before him were men, women, and children draped in black cloth. By their looks alone, they were nothing more than ordinary villagers.
Yet at this moment, they were unnaturally frenzied, clutching farm tools as they charged at Gao Zhijian with reckless abandon.
“Don’t fear this giant! Charge!! We live as the Child God’s people and die as the Child God’s ghosts! Even in death, we’ll reincarnate as emperors!!”
With a flash of cold steel, three men before Gao Zhijian were sliced in half at the waist, their entrails and blood splattering onto the white wall nearby.
But gradually, there were just too many of them—Gao Zhijian was starting to struggle.
On top of that, they’d launched a sudden night raid, leaving no time for him to don Peng Longteng’s armor.
“Swish!” A sharp stone flew from afar, striking Gao Zhijian’s forehead and drawing a line of blood.
“Aaah!!” Gao Zhijian arched his lower back, crouching slightly as his hands gripped the halberd and hurled it toward the stone’s origin with all his might.
The thousand-jin halberd spun through the air with a whooshing roar, carving through the crowd like a scythe through dry grass, flesh and bone blooming like flowers in midair.
Gao Zhijian waded through the gore, chasing after his blood-smeared halberd.
These people fought like madmen, utterly unfazed by the soldier’s baleful aura, their eyes burning with fanaticism as they swung their weapons wildly at Gao Zhijian.
Amid the chaos, a needle tipped with white fur shot over and embedded itself in the face of a man wielding a hoe.
In his panicked cries, his facial features melted like liquid, sliding down his skin into his clothes—he could hear nothing, see nothing.
“Fool!! Hold on! We’re here to help!” Gouwa’s voice drew the Dharma Cult followers’ gazes toward the dirt road into Oxheart Village.
When they spotted the motley crew charging over, they erupted in laughter.
Seeing the corpses on the ground ignited an uncontrollable rage in Chun Xiaoman’s heart. She immediately pulled out the Dao bell Li Huowang had given her and shook it violently.
She took a bite of the mud from the ground and bellowed to the Wandering Lords hovering above, “Descend and devour them!”
The overlapping Wandering Lords in the sky nodded faintly and swooped down like phantoms, passing through the cultists’ bodies. Each one struck rigid and collapsed.
But that wasn’t enough. Chun Xiaoman tucked the bell into her waistband, tore off her top to reveal the yellow paper bellyband beneath, and drew a jagged shortsword. She tapped her brow with it while chanting.
“My disciple opens his eyes to the green sky. Fellow Masters at my side! My body turns to copper skin and iron bones, helmet of iron with twelve layers. Iron armor twelvefold. Copper wraps three turns. Iron encases three layers.”
Behind her, Lv Xiucai and the other four mimicked her exactly. The jagged swords split their scalps, blood streaming down their faces and dripping from their jaws to the ground.
“The dragging saber turns to goose feather. The iron ruler to lamp wick. Heart-stone to water bubble! Fellow Masters. Mother of No Birth! Please empower this disciple for swift spirit combat!!”
With the final incantation, Chun Xiaoman, Lv Xiucai, and the others’ eyes bulged wide, unblinking. They raised their jagged shortswords and charged the rabble.
“Clang clang clang!!” Sickle and pitchfork struck their bodies with crisp rings. Lv Xiucai and Chun Xiaoman’s confidence soared as they swung back with their blades.
Their swords pierced flesh, but the enemies’ weapons couldn’t harm them—this was one-sided slaughter.
With these spirit-possessed fighters joining, Gao Zhijian’s pressure eased dramatically. A mere handful now dominated the vast cult horde.
Under their lead, the Oxheart villagers mustered their courage, grabbing weapons to fight back.
In an instant, the village entrance became a battlefield.
As the cultists fell in droves, a ragged-robed, dwarfish old woman suddenly emerged from Gao Zhijian’s shadow. She plunged a black jade dagger deep into his waist.
Gao Zhijian gritted his teeth against the pain and looked down, spotting her face covered by a black rag emblazoned with a large purple “Shaman” character.
A whistling, eerie old voice leaked from beneath the cloth. “Heh heh heh, turn paper money to ash, burn gold and silver, offer wine and incense. This year ends, next year new spring aye.”
Gouwa, peeking nearby, whipped out a rotten-wood ruyi from his robes and flung it at the hag.
But she was tiny and quick; she yanked her weapon free and vanished into the chaotic melee.
“Clang clang... clang. Watch out!! There’s... there’s...”
Before Gao Zhijian could finish, the old woman reappeared behind a spirit-possessed girl. With a slash of her black jade dagger across the neck—
The supposedly invulnerable body split open. In her incredulous stare, she collapsed, clutching her gushing throat with gurgling gasps.
“Hahaha!! With the Child God, all is well! Gold bricks three feet thick on the ground, jewels hanging from money trees!”
“Nan’er!” Chun Xiaoman cried out in heartbroken anguish. But then she felt a chill at her nape—someone behind her!
Just as Chun Xiaoman seemed doomed, a Wandering Lord dove from the sky, forcing the elusive hag back.
But it was only a repulsion. The tide turned in an instant. Facing the phantom-like old woman, Chun Xiaoman and the others huddled back-to-back, no longer charging freely.
“This won’t do! At this rate, all of Oxheart Village is done for. No matter the cost, I have to kill that old witch!”
Chun Xiaoman resolutely shook the Dao bell again. Following Li Shixiong’s instructions, she jerked her head hard—the single Wandering Lord multiplied into ten. “Seek and devour!”
At her command, a gale of a baleful gale swept Oxheart Village. The Wandering Lords scoured heaven and earth for the hidden hag.
The three full years of lifespan Chun Xiaoman had burned weren’t wasted. Amid their relentless pursuit, the old woman was soon flushed from the crowd.
As she darted toward a patch of dark shadow, Gouwa flung his rotten-wood ruyi once more. The heart-element tongue flicked lightly, flooding her mind with bewilderment.
The massive halberd whistled down from the sky, smashing into the hag with crushing force. The thousand-jin impact pulped her mortal flesh into mud.
(End of chapter)