dognovel Chapter 343 A Festive Red Coffin! (Page 12)
Chapter 343 A Festive Red Coffin! (Page 12)
The moment Lin Qiye stepped into the city, a chilling, biting wind rushed towards him, making his robes flutter loudly.
The sudden scene unfolding before his eyes caused his pupils to contract sharply—countless majestic palace complexes loomed in and out of the thick darkness, their black eaves piercing the gray sky like sharp swords.
Each palace was larger than imagined, with thick chains wrapped around towering columns, the ends of which hung rusty bronze bells that jingled eerily in the cold wind.
He instinctively took a half step back, his boot crushing a piece of unknown white bone.
At this moment, he felt as insignificant as a speck of dust, gazing up at these colossal creatures that seemed to have existed since time immemorial.
The shadows cast by the palace complex completely engulfed him, and countless eerie green lanterns could be vaguely seen floating in mid-air in the darkness, like countless pairs of prying eyes.
"This is the Luo Feng Six Heavens Palace in the Underworld!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly spoke in my ear, his voice carrying a hint of mockery.
Lin Qiye turned his head sharply and saw the other person leaning against a broken stone pillar. The black robe and shadows were almost one with him, only the faint smile on his lips was particularly glaring.
"What did you say? This is the underworld?" Lin Qiye's voice unconsciously rose, echoing through the empty palace complex.
His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat.
Those names, which I had only seen in ancient books, exploded in my mind like thunder:
The Yin Heaven Palace of Zhoujue, the Heaven Palace of Taisha Liangshizong, the Heaven Palace of Mingchen Naifanwucheng... each palace represents the most terrifying power of the underworld.
He could almost see the indistinct Yin King Ghost Emperor sitting behind those dark palace doors, scrutinizing the intruder with icy eyes.
"You didn't say something wrong, did you?" Lin Qiye's voice trembled slightly as he stared intently at Zhang Yun in black, trying to find a trace of joking on the other's face.
But the only response he received was the sound of chains dragging on the ground suddenly coming from afar, and a chilling, low sigh emanating from the depths of some palace.
A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple.
In the midst of this deathly silence, two blood-red lanterns suddenly lit up in the nearest palace—they were clearly a pair of eyes slowly opening!
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly spread his arms wide in an exaggerated manner, his black robe fluttering in the cold wind, a mocking smile on his face:
"It's just the underworld, right? Look how scared you are~" He deliberately dragged out the last syllable and made an exaggerated bowing gesture. "Look, Qi Ye has a little cutie to greet you!"
As he spoke, he actually started clapping, the sound of his applause particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the underworld.
Each clapping reverberated in an eerie echo, as if countless unseen beings in the shadows were also clapping along.
Lin Qiye's neck hairs stood on end instantly, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He turned his head stiffly, only to see a bronze-colored "wave" suddenly rising on the distant horizon—
Those were thousands of bronze-armored ghost soldiers!
Each ghostly soldier wore a grotesque bronze helmet, from which a chilling red light emanated.
The bronze warhorses they rode had eerie green flames burning in their eye sockets, and their hooves kicked up sparks as they trod the ground.
The most terrifying thing is that each of the spears held high by these ghost soldiers has a struggling vengeful spirit impaled on its tip!
"Rumble--"
The entire army of ghost soldiers charged forward with the force of thunder, and the ground began to tremble violently.
Lin Qiye could even clearly see the distorted bronze mask of the Yin soldier charging at the forefront—it wasn't a forged mask at all, but a living human face cast from bronze!
His face was frozen in an expression of extreme pain, and black mist kept spewing from his wide-open mouth.
"Fuck!!!"
Lin Qiye's face turned deathly pale instantly. He instinctively took several steps back, almost tripping over his own foot.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
This is no "cute little thing," it's clearly a deadly soul-reaper!
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, was still whistling gleefully on the sidelines, and even pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere and started cracking them open: "Don't be afraid, they're so enthusiastic~ Look, they're even lining up to welcome you!"
Just as the army of ghost soldiers charged to within a hundred meters, Lin Qiye suddenly discovered something even more terrifying—the dust raised by the ghost soldiers as they charged was not dust at all, but countless painful and distorted human faces!
These faces wailed in the air, forming a wall of death that pressed down on them!
Lin Qiye's forehead veins bulged, his eyes almost spitting fire, and he cursed loudly:
"You son of a bitch Zhang Yun, go to hell, you little darling!" His voice exploded in the cold wind, causing the floating will-o'-the-wisps around him to shake violently.
"Chong-"
A clear, resonant clang of a blade echoed through the netherworld, and the jet-black straight sword was drawn from its sheath.
Countless tiny golden pupils suddenly opened on the surface of the blade, each one spinning wildly, reflecting the charging army of ghost soldiers.
As the blade sliced through the air, it created a series of fine, black spatial cracks.
Lin Qiye's eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light, and the whites of his eyes were instantly covered with dark lines.
Golden flames began to rise from his body, each wisp twisting and writhing like a living thing.
The ground beneath their feet cracked inch by inch under the immense pressure, and the rubble slowly rose up against gravity.
"kill--!"
With a loud shout, Lin Qiye's figure instantly transformed into a golden lightning bolt and charged into the Yin army formation.
The moment the black straight blade slashed out, all the golden pupils on the blade contracted simultaneously, and a blade beam that stretched for a hundred meters roared out!
"boom!!!"
The first dozen or so ghostly soldiers, along with their horses, were cut in half at the waist, but their broken bodies did not fall; instead, they mysteriously hovered in mid-air.
What gushed from those bronze armors was not blood, but countless screaming vengeful spirits!
Lin Qiye's golden eyes reflected this terrifying scene, but his sword strikes continued unabated, and he spun around like a top.
"Ding ding ding ding——"
A cacophony of metallic clanging sounds filled the air.
Each clash of swords and spears would unleash dazzling golden and black sparks.
Lin Qiye's figure moved swiftly left and right within the army formation, causing the Yin soldiers to crumble wherever he went.
But what's even more terrifying is that the shattered fragments of the Yin soldiers quickly reassembled and continued to charge forward fearlessly!
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had somehow already squatted on a dilapidated archway in the distance.
He was even holding a bronze wine vessel he'd somehow acquired, and as he drank, he shouted, "Beautiful! That counter-attack was brilliant!"
Lin Qiye spun around and shattered three Yin soldiers, bronze fragments scattering in all directions amidst mournful ghostly howls.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Yun in black, looking quite relaxed—this guy had somehow gotten up and was sitting on a broken stone tablet with his legs crossed.
He was still holding a bronze wine vessel that was emitting a cold aura. Water droplets condensed on the cup dripped down and corroded small pits in the ground.
"You damned Zhang Yun!" Lin Qiye was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He cleaved the head of a ghost horse in two with his straight sword, and eerie green flames splattered on his face.
"Aren't you going to help? Do you want to watch me get hacked to death?" His voice was hoarse from the intense fighting, and the last word was almost shouted out.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, slowly sipped his wine, his eyes squinting from the cold.
"Oops!"
He deliberately dragged out the sound, and swung his dangling feet.
"Don't be angry, Qi Ye~" she said, pointing around, "Look, it's eerie here..."
Indeed, as the battle continued, a thick gray fog filled the entire space.
The shattered remains of the Yin soldiers transformed into wisps of black mist, twisting into agonizing human shapes in the air.
In the distance, bronze bells hanging from the eaves of the palace rang out without wind, their sounds sending chills down one's spine.
"It's quite chilly~"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, rubbed his arms exaggeratedly, causing the ice crystals that had condensed on his black robe to fall off in a flurry.
"I just wanted to give you a chance to warm up!" he said, suddenly leaning back and perfectly dodging a flying bronze shard without spilling a drop of wine.
Lin Qiye almost laughed in anger, and with a side kick, sent the sneak-attacking Yin soldier flying:
"You—" Before he could finish speaking, three more ghostly soldiers thrust their spears at him.
He had to turn around to deal with it, as the flashing blades wove a dense, impenetrable net in front of him.
"You should know~" Zhang Yun's voice, shrouded in black, seemed to be toying with him, moving from left to right and then away.
"As soon as I make my move..." He suddenly appeared at the edge of the battlefield, his fingertip lightly touching a ghost soldier's helmet.
The ghostly soldiers instantly froze into ice sculptures, then exploded into countless ice crystals with a "bang".
"...you won't have a chance to show off!" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had returned to the broken monument at some point, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at the panting Lin Qiye, his eyes full of mischievous smiles.
He swirled the empty wine glass, then suddenly said seriously:
"What if you get frostbite!"
Seeing Lin Qiye's throbbing forehead veins and twitching eyes, Zhang Yun in black smiled knowingly.
He stretched lazily, and the sleeves of his black robe slipped down, revealing pale, slender fingers.
As the last note faded, a jet-black spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Om-"
As the spear trembled, a ferocious black dragon phantom emerged from the spear shaft, its scales gleaming with a cold, metallic light.
This was his favorite version of the Godslayer Spear, its tip constantly emitting a chilling black light that seemed capable of devouring even the light itself.
"Shh!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly blurred and appeared in the center of the Yin army formation in the next moment.
He held the gun in one hand and seemingly casually thrust it forward—
"boom!!!"
A black dragon-shaped spear beam roared out, distorting and shattering the space in its path.
The thousands of ghost soldiers didn't even have time to react before the bronze armor shattered like paper.
One by one, those hideous helmets exploded, and the red light inside was swallowed up by the black light before it could be extinguished.
The charging bronze warhorse, its forelegs still raised, was reduced to dust along with the rider on its back.
The entire army formation collapsed in swathes, like a wheat field swept by a hurricane.
The shattered bronze fragments hovered in the air, reflecting an eerie light. The ghostly soldiers didn't even have time to waile before they turned into black ash that filled the sky.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stood with his spear sheathed, the tip of which was still shrouded in lingering black mist.
He turned around, looked at the stunned Lin Qiye, and blinked:
"See? If I don't give you a chance to warm up, you won't have one." He added flippantly, "Someone will feel sorry for you if you get cold!"
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, but in the end only managed to utter a silent curse:
"You pervert, you're really strong!" His grip on the knife tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes suspiciously, a hint of wariness flashing in his golden pupils.
He slowly turned his head, the black straight sword humming uneasily in his hand: "You say you feel sorry for me? Who feels sorry for me? You?"
His voice was full of doubt, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Stop joking, you cunning pervert!" he added through gritted teeth, "You're just waiting to see me make a fool of myself!"