Isra felt sorry for him even from afar.
All of Omar's skills were broken the moment he was put up. The most humiliating thing was that the gunmen around him did not follow Lu Sheng's orders. They just kept destroying his skills without any intention of killing him.
Boom!!
Suddenly, the ground shook.
Isra hurriedly looked at the battlefield.
Lu Sheng was punching the dark gold swordsman's chest. It was a vicious punch from above.
The ground fiercely exploded, and layers of soil rippled like waves in the sea, shaking the surroundings. The ripples spread out more than ten meters away.
The swordsman's armor caved in. The sharp armor shattered and pierced through the swordsman's chest.
Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth as he lay on his back in the pit. His hands and feet trembled as if they were convulsing. He was about to die.
On the other side, the old man Kamil had already turned into a white line at some point in time, grabbing Omar and fleeing into the distance.
The concentrated gunfire continued to bombard the two of them, but due to the miscalculation of the other party's explosive speed, all the bombardment landed behind them. All he did was blow up a lot of soil.
Lu Sheng did not give chase. The old man had many life-saving methods. There were several times when he thought that the old man would definitely die, but the old man was actually able to use his life-saving ability to escape, forcibly breaking free from certain death situations.
The source of the old man's power was mysterious. He could not tell if the old man had any trump cards, so he did not bother to give chase.
After all, he was only here to protect Isra.
All the forces around him were trying to force him to give up on Isra. They even used all kinds of methods. Unfortunately, he, Lu Sheng, was only amenable to coaxing but not coercion. Those who dared to fight him head-on would be waiting to be hammered to death by him.
"You … will … regret …" The dark gold swordsman struggled to say his last words.
"Are you going to say something about fighting against the Black Void again? A bunch of trash! A bunch of trash who only know how to put their hopes on others, "Lu Sheng said coldly. "You can only control your own fate in your own hands. All those who placed their hopes on external objects have completely lost to themselves and to fate. "
Unfortunately, the swordsman had already breathed his last. He could no longer hear his words.
Pu.
Lu Sheng casually tossed the corpse aside.
"From today onwards, this will be our Illusory Fiend Sect's fourth base. Send some people to guard the place. "
"Understood." The two leaders of the Phantom Fists quickly approached and responded in unison.
The black-clothed men outside the castle all entered the castle.
The remnants of the battlefield made the people who entered gasp in admiration from time to time.
Previously, everyone knew that it was Isra who had rushed into the castle alone to save the girl, but now …
"Save someone? Wait … "Isra's expression changed drastically.
Where's Jasmine!?
He had actually forgotten the important matter in the middle of the fight!
"Jasmine!!" He hurriedly rushed in the direction of the half-collapsed castle ruins.
However, she was immediately pulled back by Jackson.
"Don't go. By the time you think of saving her, she'll already be dead." Jackson was speechless.
He pointed outside the castle. There was a thin girl covered in bandages lying on a stretcher.
The girl was currently being carried onto a medical van, and they were about to send her to Cyril's location for emergency treatment.
"Jasmine …" Isra's eyes were filled with shame. He had actually forgotten the true purpose of his trip in the middle of the fight.
"It's fine. You'll get used to it. This is the only flaw in practicing the Illusory Fiend Fist. It gets to your head as you fight. "Jackson felt the same way as he patted Isra's shoulder.
"Last time, when I was sparring with someone, I got so angry that I forgot everything. I almost died together with that guy."
"According to the sect master, this is called using most of your rationality to suppress your ability to control your senses. Naturally, there's not much left. It's normal for your self-control to decrease, "one of the Illusory Fiend Fist leaders said with a smile.
Isra covered his face in shame. He was about to go over and check on Jasmine's injuries. However, Jackson pulled him back.
"She's fine. She was just hit in the head by a rock and fainted. It's not even a concussion. The injuries on her body are just superficial wounds. You should worry about yourself first. "Jackson pressed on Isra's chest.
"Argh!"
Isra screamed in pain. A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. His vision darkened, and he finally fainted.
"You're still holding on despite your injuries. You don't want to live anymore. "Jackson was speechless.
He ordered someone to carry Isra away. He walked toward Lu Sheng.
"Isra and Jasmine are fine. Teacher, what's our next step? "
Lu Sheng retracted his gaze from the castle.
"Expand. I'm very interested in the mysterious technology of the Isis Church. And that Nightfall Church. They're the first to come into contact with the Book of Inception. That's how they developed all sorts of technology. "
"Teacher, what do you mean? The Book of Inception? "Jackson was confused.
"There are only seven pages in the Book of Inception. Isra once told me that anyone who fused with the pages would have a true undying body. Do you understand what that means? "Lu Sheng said in a low voice.
"Undying body? Both in the real world and the Sense of Pain? "Jackson's expression turned serious. He had recently passed the Pain Identification. He could enter and exit the World of Pain at will. Naturally, he had some understanding of this.
"You can understand it that way. Neither the real world nor the World of Pain can kill them completely. The only way to defeat them is through psychological warfare, "Lu Sheng said calmly.
"That powerful?" Jackson was dumbfounded. Wouldn't someone who could not be killed be truly invincible?
"Not really." Lu Sheng shook his head. He walked slowly through the ruined castle garden. "Those who fused with the pages have an undying body, but their bodies are forever fixed in a fixed state."
"Fixed state?"
"Yes. They can't become stronger, but they won't become weaker either. Within a certain period of time, they'll return to their original state like a computer. It's useless even if they're turned into ashes. They'll be revived, "Lu Sheng said calmly.
"If that's the case … No wonder they said Isra is the most special one …" Jackson seemed to understand now.
"Because he doesn't have this limitation. He's the only undying who can freely become stronger, "Lu Sheng said with a nod.
"So, he's their hope."
"Indeed. If a completely undying person has absolute power, he'll be able to find the weakness of any monster." Jackson shuddered just thinking about it.
If such a powerful person had any evil thoughts, it would be a catastrophe for the entire world.
"Then that Orr, his blood control ability …" Jackson was still puzzled.
"It should be an ability from some equipment." Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes. Speaking of equipment.
His gaze drifted to the dark gold swordsman he'd just killed.
The swordsman's dark gold armor took a few rounds of his attacks before it was completely destroyed.
Lu Sheng walked over and picked up the corpse. He quickly started tearing off the armor.
In a few minutes, other than the damaged torso, the rest was torn off. Two leg plates, two arm plates, and a helmet. All four limbs were now intact.
Lu Sheng took off the White Knight's gloves and tried the arm plate. It was a little small.
"See if you can modify it." He handed the item to a Phantom Fist disciple who walked over.
"Yes." A few people came forward and carried the armor away. A corpse was left on the ground. Fortunately, the corpse was wearing an inner garment, so it wasn't considered naked.
"Now that we've killed someone from the Isis Church, we're like fire and water with the Isis Church. It's the same for the rest of the Night Church. We need to be more vigilant in this area, "Jackson said in a low voice.
"What's wrong? Are you afraid? "Lu Sheng glanced at him.
"Yes, I'm afraid." Jackson smiled bitterly. "Teacher, you know that I was just a normal person. I'm just a little smarter than you, you're a Grandmaster of Combat."
"If you're afraid, then make yourself stronger. Power can give you a sense of security. "Lu Sheng patted his shoulder.
"Don't look at those messy chicken soup. The heart that pursues power, no matter what reason you use. Be it justice, desire, evil, or even cruelty. The cruelest thing in the world is the survival of the fittest. Winning or losing decides everything. "
"Is that really right?" Jackson hesitated.
"Of course." Lu Sheng said slowly, "Only the strong have the right to make the rules. When you win everything, you can decide whether the world is good or evil."
"But I've studied history. Most of the chaos didn't last long, and most of the time, the law of the jungle only appeared occasionally. Most of the time, justice will triumph over evil. "Jackson said seriously.
"Do you want to know why?" Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows.
"Teacher, what do you think?" Jackson was unconvinced.
"Because the strong also hope for stability." Lu Sheng laughed. "If you're the strongest person in the world, do you want the people around you to be cruel and have no bottom line, or do you want them to be just and kind and abide by the rules?"
"Of course it's the latter." Jackson seemed to understand.
"Yes." Lu Sheng sighed as he watched the people from the Phantom Demon Sect clean up the mess. "Because humans naturally yearn for stability …"
"Yes. Those with a good heart would adhere to their own principles and bottom lines. They would not attack or sneak attack others because of their desires. They would leave a trail to follow and would be open and aboveboard. You don't have to be on guard at all times. "Jackson seemed to understand what his teacher meant.
"Go and practice more. This is your best time. I might not have such a good opportunity in the near future. "Lu Sheng retracted the smile on his face.
"Yes."
Jackson's heart skipped a beat. He guessed what Lu Sheng meant next.
…
…
"The Holy Light Knight Captain of the Dark Sanctuary is dead."
In a garden that was pure white like snow, a muscular man wearing a black iron mask sat quietly on a complicated white wheelchair. He listened to the report of the situation from a knight who knelt on one knee.
"I warned Sivan, but he never listened." The masked man's tone was gloomy.
"Your Holiness, the Dark Sanctuary suffered losses again in their second operation. They even lost a general. Should we force them to stop? "the knight asked in a low voice.
"No need. With Delsis' stubbornness, he won't admit defeat easily. It's difficult for us to split our forces to deal with King Cyril, "the masked man said in a low voice. "The Seventh Black Void is coming soon … If Cyril is still alive after the Void Tide, it won't be too late to discuss this then."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
