kingnovel Chapter 791 Memories
Chapter 791 Memories
The moment the red fog exploded, the blue light of the God-Slaying Sword in Wu Hen's hand pierced the sky.
He could feel the vibration coming from the blade - it was the eagerness to go towards Takama-ga-hara.
Like a ferocious beast that has been chained for too long finally smelling the scent of its prey.
Lin Qiye stood beside him, the golden patterns in his palms swirling into a vortex, casting a warm glow on the eyebrows and eyes of both of them.
"It's Merlin." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his voice lower than usual.
He looked at the silver edge in the red mist. The golden lines extended along his fingertips, outlining a vague talisman in the air.
Wu Hen only then noticed that
The knife light was wrapped in the familiar smell of old book pages - the scent of the "Ancient God's Notebook" that Merlin always kept in his arms.
When the curtain was blown up by the wind, Merlin was walking towards them in the red mist.
His black windbreaker was stained with blood, his hair was dripping with water, and he held a rusty short knife in his hand.
The blade was engraved with the ancient divine characters that Wu Hen had seen in "The Demon-Suppressing Records".
Wang Mian quickly stood up to help, but the old man waved his hand and pushed him away.
Merlin's eyes first swept over Wu Xiangnan's still blue wrist,
It then fell on the God-Slaying Sword on Wu Hen's waist, and finally stopped at the golden pattern on Lin Qiye's palm.
"Sit down." Merlin pulled over a straw mat and sat down. The short knife fell to the ground with a clang, making the copper bell at the corner of the tent ring slightly.
He fished out a clay pot from his bosom, tilted his head back and took a sip. The smell of wine mixed with the smell of blood spread throughout the tent: "You want to ask Takama-hara, I know.
But let me make it clear first - there are some things that you can’t get rid of once you know them.
Wu Hen sat upright with the God-Slaying Sword resting on his knees.
He could hear his own heartbeat, which was even faster than when he was chopping the corpse king in the mass grave.
Lin Qiye reached out and pressed the back of his hand, and the warmth of his palm seeped in through the calluses.
This is their code - hold on, I'm here.
"On the day the crimson moon first shone over Takamagahara, cracks appeared in Susanoo's shrine."
Merlin's voice was like sandpaper grinding against stone. "The gods panicked and used a triple barrier to block the moonlight."
"guess what?"
"The red moon is not light, it is..." He suddenly stopped and tapped the pot with his knuckles.
"It's pollution."
"The moonlight is wrapped in Cthulhu's saliva. The thicker the barrier, the more saliva accumulates."
Wu Hen frowned: "What happened next?"
"Later?" Merlin took another sip of wine.
"Then the barrier exploded."
"It exploded into millions of pieces, each stained with the red moon's pollution, and fell into the human world."
"Nine out of ten of the cursed monsters captured by your Demon Suppression Division were hit by these fragments."
Lin Qiye interrupted: "What about 'whale fall'?"
His golden pattern suddenly became brighter, and it was obvious that he remembered the few words he had read in the classics before.
Merlin's fingers scratched a deep groove in the straw mat. "The enemy is clever."
"Knowing that directly spreading the pollution would be too slow, we found a whale."
"That thing is so big it can swallow clouds, it's in the divine realm itself, and it can even enter Takama-ga-hara—it's a ready-made 'pollution bomb.'"
He raised his eyes, and his pupils reflected the red mist swirling outside the tent.
"They poured three hundred years of Red Moon pollution into the whale's stomach, and then..."
"Let it self-destruct in Takama-ga-hara." Wu Hen interjected.
He suddenly remembered Susanoo's cloudy eyes in the mirror.
Thinking of Merlin's words about "Cthulhu's belly", a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.
The God-Slaying Sword rang softly on his knees, as if responding to the chill in his heart.
Merlin nodded at him, as if to acknowledge him: "Yes."
"When the whale exploded, half of the Takama-ga-hara shrine collapsed, and pollution leaked into the human world through the cracks."
"Susanoo tried his best to block it, but how could Cthulhu's saliva be wiped away so easily?"
"His eyes were contaminated at that time - now that I think about it, it's a miracle that he didn't go crazy until now."
The tent was so quiet that one could hear Wu Xiangnan's breathing.
Wang Mian squatted in the corner, forgetting to move the pestle in his hand, and the medicine paste flowed out from between his fingers.
Lin Qiye's golden pattern dimmed, and he took out his handkerchief.
He gently wiped the sweat off Wu Hen's palm - he had used too much force just now, and the calluses on the God-Slaying Sword had turned white.
“So Wu Xiangnan’s curse…” Wu Hen’s voice fell silent.
"It's the pollution leaking from Takamagahara," Merlin said.
"Susanoo's divine blood can suppress it, but it can't suppress the root."
"To break her curse, you must go to Takamagahara, find the source of Cthulhu's saliva, and cut it off."
Suddenly there was a muffled sound outside the tent.
It was as if something had hit the protective barrier.
Wu Hen suddenly stood up, and the God-Slaying Sword was unsheathed three inches. The blue light made everyone's face in the tent turn a little pale.
Lin Qiye was already standing beside him, with golden patterns running down his arms and all over his body, as if he was wearing a flowing golden armor.
"Corpse," Merlin said, no surprise in his voice.
"Something raised by the Red Moon pollution."
"I smelled a living person and came over."
He bent down and picked up the dagger, the rust on it gleaming coldly in the blue light. "Let's go."
"On the road to Takama-ga-hara, we must first clear these stumbling blocks."
Wu Hen looked back at Wu Xiangnan who was still unconscious.
Wang Mian was applying the last bit of paste on her wound, and she looked up and made a "don't worry" gesture to him.
Lin Qiye patted his shoulder, and the golden pattern burned where the two of them touched - it meant "I'm guarding you".
Roars came one after another from the red fog outside the tent.
Wu Hen gripped the God-Slaying Sword tightly, and the sound of the sword was mixed with his low laugh: "Come as many as you can, I will chop them down."
Lin Qiye's golden pattern burned even brighter, like a ball of fire that was about to burn through the red fog.
Merlin had already walked out, his dagger drawing a silver line in the fog.
The shadows of the three people overlapped and walked towards the looming shrine of Takama-ga-hara, step by step.
The roar outside the tent suddenly changed its tone, as if something larger had woken up.
From the depths of the red fog, there was a "clicking" sound of dislocated bones - that was not the sound made by an ordinary corpse beast.
The sounds of dislocated bones in the red fog became more and more frequent, like someone beating a broken gong, making people's temples throb.
The blue light of Wu Hen's God-Slaying Sword suddenly increased by three inches, and the blade trembled so much that it almost slipped out of his hand - this was a sense of oppression he had never felt before.
Even when facing the Corpse King in the mass grave, the Sword Spirit had never been so anxious.
"Don't panic." Lin Qiye's golden pattern climbed up along the back of their clasped hands, wrapping around Wu Hen's wrist to form a warm golden bracelet.
"First, see clearly what's coming." He made a hand gesture with his other hand, and golden light exploded in the red mist, illuminating the scene twenty steps ahead.
Where is the ordinary corpse beast?
The half-human-high blue-gray monsters huddled together, their bony knuckles digging into the ground, with ghostly green fire burning in their eye sockets.
The necks of the people in the front row were twisted into strange arcs, their chins almost touching their backs, and they let out shrill cries like babies crying.
Behind them, a dark figure slowly straightened up—it was a skeleton at least ten meters tall.
Rotten flesh hung between his ribs, and a half-broken divine spear was stuck in his spine. The divine text on the spear shaft was still emitting black blood.
"The remains of the war gods."
Merlin's dagger suddenly hummed, and the rust fell off, revealing the dark blue blade underneath.
"The gods who died in the Takamagahara War were contaminated by the red moon for hundreds of years and became spirits."
He tugged at his black windbreaker, and the bloodstains fluttered in the wind like dark red flags.
"Xiao Wu, you chop the small ones; Xiao Lin, you focus on the big ones; I..."
The old man narrowed his eyes and twirled the dagger in his palm. "I'll help you clear the way."
Wu Hen's Adam's apple moved.
He looked at the red moon fragment swaying on the chest of the divine corpse - a fragment the size of a fingernail.
Red threads like snake tongues were oozing out and entwining the spines of the surrounding corpses.
This scene reminded him of the curse mark on Wu Xiangnan's wrist and the frown on Wang Mian's face when he was boiling the medicine.
"If this thing breaks into Daxia..."
He unconsciously tightened his grip on the knife handle, causing the calluses on the blade to turn white. "How long can the Demon Suppression Division's defenses hold out?"
"Those old brothers who have been guarding the border for ten years, will they end up like these dead beasts..."
"Wu Hen." Lin Qiye suddenly shouted.
His golden lines had spread to his eyes, and his pupils danced with a light like molten gold. "It's useless to think about this."
“First, cut off what is in front of you, and then think about what is behind you.”
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw it. The golden light condensed into a chain, accurately wrapping around the ankle of the divine corpse.
The divine skeleton felt pain, raised its head and let out a deafening roar, which dispersed the red mist. Only then did Wu Hen see that
In the clouds behind the divine skeleton, the eaves of Takama-ga-hara Shrine can be vaguely seen.
The copper bells hanging on the eaves had long been corroded by pollution and turned into black slag.
"The fishing village..." Merlin suddenly spoke, and chopped down three corpse beasts that rushed towards him with his short knife.
"Fifty years ago, the red moon first leaked into the human world, and the first to suffer were the small fishing villages on the coast of Daxia."
"There was an old man in a green shirt standing on a reef, tying a time lock, nailing the fishing village's time to before moonrise."
He kicked away the remains of the dead beast at his feet, and the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of blood sprayed on Wu Hen's face.
"I was watching from the top of the mountain, and the old man's hair turned from black to white, and then white to black again,"
"In the end, he became completely transparent—he used his own life to drag on the human world for fifty-three years."
Wu Hen paused.
He recalled the vague records in the Demon Suppression Bureau's books, and the four words "God of Time" exploded like fireworks in his memory.
“So now…”
"So now?" Merlin sneered, and the short knife flew towards Lin Qiye's bone blade.
"Destiny is a thing that, if you hold its head down, it will bite your hand."
"The fishing village was saved, but the Red Moon pollution drifted along the ocean currents to the South China Sea, sinking seventeen cargo ships in three months;"
"The day the time lock broke was exactly the day the Whale exploded—you see, what was meant to happen finally came after a detour."
Cold sweat broke out on Wu Hen's back.
He suddenly remembered that three days ago at the dock, the old man Wang Mian stuffed a bag of cinnabar into his luggage.
It says, "When you arrive at Takama-ga-hara, don't look back if you see anyone wearing white clothes."
At that time, Wang Mian's hands were shaking, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were full of water, as if he wanted to cry but didn't dare to.
“That old man…”
Just as he was about to speak, the divine corpse suddenly struggled violently, and Lin Qiye's gold chain snapped.
The fragments pierced his arm, and blood splattered in the red mist, instantly dyeing it into a strange purple.
"A traitor has emerged among the gods." Merlin wiped the blood from his face, his voice suddenly becoming as deep as iron.
"While Susanoo was guarding the crack, his left and right arms were stabbing him in the back."
"The shrine's barrier was torn down by their own people, and the divine blood was released by their own people—do you think Takama-ga-hara was defeated by Beniyue?"
"Wrong, it was eaten up by our own people."
Wu Hen stared at the red moon fragment on the chest of the God's Relic and suddenly understood.
Just like those demon exorcists in the Demon Suppression Bureau who are obsessed with desire, no matter how strong the city walls are, they are afraid of being eaten by termites inside.
He gripped the God-Slaying Sword tightly, and a low laugh mingled with the sound of the sword: "So Susanoo's eyes..."
"It was contaminated by my own people." Merlin's dagger suddenly burst out with a dazzling silver light.
"The traitor is now in the temple, drinking the divine wine with Cthulhu's saliva."
Before he finished speaking, the roar of the divine corpse suddenly rose higher.
Wu Hen looked up and saw in the clouds behind the divine skeleton,
Three or four more identical black figures emerged—the red moon fragments on their chests shone with different lights.
Some are as red as blood, and some are as purple as poison.
Lin Qiye's golden pattern began to flicker, which was a sign that he was using his original power.
Just as Wu Hen was about to speak, he saw Merlin suddenly freeze, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye's voice was filled with vigilance.
Merlin didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pointed at the clouds behind the divine corpse.
There, the eaves of the shrine, which were originally looming,
At this moment, the carvings on the eaves can be seen clearly - but that is not a flying eaves, it is... a larger skeleton.
The skeleton was coiled in the clouds, its head larger than the shrine, and the red moon fragments in its eye sockets looked like two small suns.
It was slowly pressing down, causing spider-web-like cracks to appear on the ground.
"That's..." Wu Hen's voice tightened.
"The supreme god who fell in the war of gods." Merlin's voice was hoarse.
"I thought his body was sealed in the deepest part of the shrine by Susanoo... It seems the red moon's pollution can even erode the seal of the gods."
He bent down to pick up the dagger, veins popping out on the back of his hand. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Lin, no matter what you see later..."
"Just chop it off." Wu Hen interrupted him.
He looked at the red mist swirling in the skeleton of the Supreme God,
He remembered the hand that Wu Xiangnan had grasped the corner of his clothes before he fell unconscious, and the stone tablet with the words "Guardian of the World" at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division.
The God-Slaying Sword suddenly let out a long, clear sound, and a blue light pierced through the red mist, leaving a charred mark on the skeleton.
Lin Qiye's golden pattern burned into substance, and he stood beside Wu Hen, their shadows overlapping in the red mist.
Merlin's dagger shone brightly with silver light, and the rust completely fell off, revealing the ancient divine text flowing on the blade - those were the patterns that could kill gods.
The head of the Supreme God's skeleton finally hit the ground, and the gust of air it created blew off the corners of the three people's clothes.
Wu Hen looked at the pair of eyes that could hold the entire Demon Suppression Bureau, and suddenly smiled: "Come on." He said,
"After I kill you, I'll kill the traitors in the temple."
Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but just held his hand tightly.
The golden patterns and the sword light intertwined together, burning a path to the temple in the red fog.
A drop of dark red saliva oozed from between the teeth of the Supreme God's skeleton.
The moment the saliva fell to the ground, a bottomless black hole appeared on the ground.
There was a crisp sound of chains breaking from inside - as if something that had been locked up for a long time had finally woken up.