kingnovel Chapter 676: Psychic Decapitation of the Beast Tide
Chapter 676: Psychic Decapitation of the Beast Tide
"Who!" Shen Changqing turned around suddenly and shouted sternly.
Dust danced in the flickering light, but the room remained empty.
A chill ran up his spine, colder than the chill in this ancient room.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
He was absolutely certain, even though it made no sense, that he was not alone.
He grabbed the lamp, and the flame cast strange shadows that danced like ghosts mocking him.
At the same time, thousands of miles away, a low roar cut through the air, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield.
The white tiger that was supposed to be dead was actually still alive.
Its fur shimmered with a sinister energy, and its eyes burned with an angry, almost insane light.
The seven lightning pillars that once trapped it now looked like toothpicks, nothing more than fragile barriers in the face of its resurrected rage.
"Damn, this is impossible..." Bu Li muttered to himself in the shadow of his hood, his voice tense with disbelief.
He stared at the resurrected beast, a grim realization slowly forming in his eyes.
This is more than just a monster, it is a force of nature, reborn from the ashes of failure.
High up, seven men in black stood on top of the lightning pillar, watching the scene before them.
"Get started!" someone shouted, his voice echoing across the devastated landscape.
Others followed suit, a chorus of unwavering resolve.
The seven lightning pillars burst out with power again, the thunder and lightning became more violent, weaving a tighter cage around the angry tiger.
The air was thick with raw energy, the smell of ozone thick and pungent.
The tiger struggled in the cage, its roars shaking the ground.
"You think this can trap me?" it roared, its voice a chilling mixture of anger and contempt.
Its huge wings, spread out dozens of feet, slammed violently into the power grid.
Sparks flew and the air shimmered with twisted energy.
The tiger stumbled back, its fur singed and blackened, but its eyes blazed brighter than ever.
"This... is just the beginning!" Baihu staggered back, letting out a low growl from his throat.
The electric cage didn't break, but the beast's rage didn't diminish in the slightest.
The charred hair smoked and gave off a pungent smell of burnt hair.
"You... you think this can trap me?" it roared, its voice hoarse with anger and pain.
Its eyes flickered like glowing embers in the darkness, scanning for a weakness in the cage of light.
It felt…trapped and humiliated.
A creature of such power reduced to a caged beast.
This feeling of humiliation burned in its belly like a fire, hotter than the lightning that singed its hair.
That's not how it should be.
It should be ruling the land, not fighting for survival with these... ants!
"Go!" A voice sounded clearly and sharply amid the crackling sound of energy.
Seven figures leaped from their precarious perch atop the lightning column and pounced on the trapped tiger like avenging angels.
Their movements were chillingly graceful, their bodies a blur against the backdrop of the turbulent sky.
They are not just warriors, but predators, tempered by countless battles, and every move is filled with deadly intent.
The blade gleamed, catching the flickering light.
It wasn't just lightning that crackled in the air; a pungent metallic smell filled the air as the seven men unleashed a flurry of attacks.
The blade whistled and a strange light flashed on the blade.
Lightning flashed between them, weaving intricate patterns of destructive energy.
The battlefield became a vortex of light and shadow, a chaotic dance of death.
The tiger roared again, desperately resisting the overwhelming attack.
It pounced with claws and teeth, its raw strength still strong,
But the seven warriors showed no mercy, their attacks precise and relentless.
Lin Qiye watched the battle from the side, his expression full of awe and thoughtfulness.
Beside him, Wuhen and his chattering system observed the battle with detached curiosity.
"They have become stronger." Lin Qiye muttered to himself, his voice almost inaudible in the clamor of the battle.
"Indeed." Wuhen replied with a slight smile on his face.
"Those guys really know how to put on a show, don't they, System?"
"That's right!" the system squeaked.
"Their synchronized attack pattern shows a significant improvement in efficiency. The probability of success has increased by 37.5%!"
"So, what brilliant plan do you have this time, system?" Wuhen asked with a playful sarcasm in his tone.
"Deploy Chaos Chickens! And Flash Bomb Gnomes!" the system announced proudly.
"Are you serious?"
Wuhen sighed. "These again?"
"These improvements will definitely increase the entertainment value!" the system retorted, its electronic voice filled with almost childish enthusiasm.
The battle is still raging.
But this is not a long-term battle.
Less than ten seconds.
Ten seconds of pure, utter carnage.
Then, there was silence.
The lightning column flickered a few times before going out, and the chaotic energy dissipated into the night.
The white tiger, which once symbolized wild power, lay motionless, its huge body covered with wounds.
Its eyes, once ablaze with rage, were now dull and lifeless.
The body slowly began to sink into the churning waters below, swallowed by the depths.
The seven regrouped, not even bothering to check on their fallen enemy.
They knew it was dead.
They act with cold efficiency, their faces expressionless and their movements concise.
They exchanged a few brief words, their voices barely audible over the roar of the wind and waves.
Then, they all transformed into rays of light, shooting towards the distant coast, towards the center of the herd.
Only the lingering smell of ozone and the echoes of their victory remained in the air.
"They are going straight to Huanglong." Lin Qiye murmured, his eyes fixed on the light that was gradually fading away.
"This will change everything." Transmigration Becomes a God Slayer 0 Chapter 676: Psychic Beheads the Beast Tide, Phoenix Rush to Help, War Flames Ignite
Damn, that roar was deafening.
It felt like the ground was about to crack open and swallow us whole.
Bu Li's face was covered with dirt and something that might be monster slime. He spat on the ground.
"These damn furballs just keep coming!"
He was right.
The horde of strange, roaring creatures came like a river of teeth and claws.
The initial encounter with the "mysterious" beast at the peak of the "Klein" realm - the fat cat they called the White Tiger - had scattered the herd.
But now… they are back, and they are angry.
Bu Li, captain of the psychic team, raised his gleaming axe.
He was a big, heavyset man, as strong as a brick toilet, but even he looked tired.
Psychics are good at... well, they're good at unconventional warfare.
Don't count on brute force, but more on messing with your mind.
But when you're facing a tsunami of literal monsters, even psychological tactics have their limits.
Suddenly, a crimson light streaked across the sky.
A figure as swift and deadly as a venomous snake descended gracefully into the chaos.
It was Lin Qiye, the captain of the Night Squad.
Even if his ridiculously expensive-looking boots were splattered with monster entrails,
He also looked like he had stepped out of a fashion magazine.
"Bu Li, you look like you've fought a ball of slime mold... and lost." Lin Qiye joked with a smile on his face.
"Do you need help?"
Bu Li snorted and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"I thought you high-ranking Night Squad guys preferred to swoop in and take the credit after the dirty work is done."
"What's the point?" Lin Qiye chuckled and pulled out a pair of severely curved daggers.
"Besides, this big fat cat is making a mess of things. We need to work together."
At this moment, energy surged in the air.
A shimmering portal, like a tear in the fabric of reality, opened nearby.
The one who walked out was... Wuhen?
Our protagonist himself seems surprisingly calm considering the chaotic scene around him.
He looked at the oncoming herd of beasts, then at his wrist, where a faint light was emitting.
"System," he muttered to himself, "What's the best way to roast a thousand mutant squirrels?"
A disembodied voice responded clearly and efficiently, "Project 72 is being deployed. Please wait for... uh... Penguin Troopers."
Before anyone could figure out what the "Penguin Troopers" were, a group of—you guessed it—penguins waddled out of the portal, each wearing miniature armor and armed with tiny spears.
They rushed towards the oncoming herd with astonishing ferocity.
This is absolutely ridiculous, but somehow...it works?
"What's going on...?" Bu Li stared in amazement, his jaw dropping.
Suddenly, the horizon was lit up by a flash of fire.
A fleet of heavily armed...wait for it...*flying* rickshaws descended from the sky,
Each vehicle is driven by a member of the Phoenix Squad.
Leading the charge was their captain, Xia Simeng, a whirlwind of fiery energy.
"It seems that the real reinforcements have arrived." Lin Qiye grinned, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Let this big fat cat see what happens when he messes with the good guys."
The battle intensified, and the roars, explosions and the strange cries of the armored penguins intertwined to form a chaotic symphony.
It was a chaotic battle, a beautiful and glorious mess.
And somewhere in all of this, the "mysterious" beast, the white tiger, was watching with narrowed eyes.
It underestimated these humans...and their penguins.
It's going to be a long night.