Chapter 1032 - 657: Slaying Rahu Again (Part 2)
Chapter 1032: Chapter 657: Slaying Rahu Again (Part 2)
Conis suddenly stopped in his tracks, sharply turning to face the path they came from, his gaze resolute.
"Even if I die, I want to see who killed me!"
"Pa——"
Liang He also immediately halted, turning around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Conis.
His gaze was equally resolute.
Yes, since death was inevitable, they might as well die knowing why.
Soon, a figure completely enveloped in dark red flames appeared.
When the night vision scan of their armed armor revealed the face of their opponent, both Liang He and Conis couldn’t help but show even more bitter and desperate expressions.
That distinctive ugly visage—ashen gray skin, protruding forehead, sunken eyes, thick lips turned outward, jagged sharp teeth.
It’s the Luohou Clan, without a doubt.
Who would have thought their end would come at the hands of the Holy Blood Clan.
Quite the..."honor," indeed.
If only it could have been a different Holy Blood, I really don’t want to die at the hands of this freak.
"You two little bugs, whose subordinates are you? And where did you come in from?"
The dark red flames quickly receded, revealing the burly and hideous form of Amen Luohou.
His blood-red eyes were fixed on the two, his voice deep and hoarse like rusted iron scraping together, carrying a terrifying pressure and undisguised killing intent.
Under the shroud of this killing intent, Liang He and Conis felt their whole bodies turn cold, their souls trembling, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Yet, despite the intense fear in their hearts, both of them bit their lips hard, unwilling to utter a single word.
"Unwilling to talk?" Amen’s voice grew colder, his lips curling into a cruel arc, "I have ways to make you tell me."
Killing these two would be as easy as turning a hand over — he wouldn’t even need to use Spiritual Energy, just sheer physical strength could tear them to shreds.
But what he wanted to know more was: whose men were these two? And crucially, how did they get in? Has the secret here been leaked?
"Swish——"
A flash of dark red light, and Amen’s figure instantly vanished from Liang He and Conis’ sight.
The next moment.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
With two crashing thuds, Liang He and Conis were hit head-on by a charging bull-like force, flung into the air, spinning several times before crashing heavily to the ground.
Their armored suits, under such terrifying power, shattered into countless metal fragments, clattering to the ground like toys.
Both coughed up blood, bright red staining their visors, dripping down through the gaps.
Within their bodies, bones crackled and snapped—ribs, shoulder blades, collarbones, with an unknown number fractured.
The pain surged like a tide, causing waves of blackness before their eyes, nearly making them faint on the spot.
"Hmph!"
Amen smirked coldly, bent down, grabbing the two by their ankles, proceeding to drag them toward the Pillar Monument like two sacks of garbage.
The rough ground, protruding rocks, sharp debris — Liang He and Conis’ faces scraped the earth, skin peeling off in layers, bleeding profusely.
The intense pain made them gasp, yet they had no strength left to scream.
Amen, naturally, noticed this.
Yet he didn’t stop, but rather quickened his pace, intensifying the scraping.
These two pests had cost him valuable time under the Pillar Stele Light.
Though he chose to leave on his own, he must make the culprits pay.
They needed to remember: this is the fate of those who dare to provoke the Luohou Clan.
Amen sprinted ahead, already sensing the power fluctuations from the Pillar Monument ahead—the pure energy, that warm golden light, was not far now.
However, at this moment——
A massive sense of danger suddenly descended.
Without any warning.
Amen’s hair stood on end, temples throbbing, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.
This was the sense of crisis passed down through generations of the Luohou Clan, honed through countless brushes with death, an instinctual intuition.
Bad!
Amen’s face blanched, swiftly channelling Spiritual Energy to shield himself, tightening every muscle, the Asura Battle Physique on the verge of activation—his last resort, once activated, his body’s defense power would surge several times over.
Yet, before he could fully react—
A slash of blade light entered his vision.
That blade light was like moonlight, bright and clear, cold and sharp;
Like thunder and lightning, swift beyond compare, too fast for the mind to follow.
Amen’s pupils reflected the blade light, not even giving him time to blink or fear, nor think of anything.
"Tear——"
A crisp tearing sound echoed by his ears.
The next moment, Amen’s consciousness sank completely into endless darkness.
"Thud."
A head dropped to the ground.
The head, ruined by the ravages of thunder, was unrecognizable — skin charred and curled, features indistinct, the entire head singed to a blackened pulp, emanating a foul burnt stench.
The headless corpse initially stiffened, the cut at its neck smooth and flat, dark red blood spurting forth, before it toppled backward with a crash, rising dust from the ground.
"Swish——"
A figure appeared beside the headless corpse.
Qin Tian looked down at the two gripped tightly by the headless corpse’s hands — Liang He and Conis were covered in blood, their armored suits reduced to debris, their faces under the visors a ghastly mess.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Glad I made it in time."
If he had come even a bit later, even by a few breaths, these two might truly have met their end here.
Qin Tian knelt down, raising his hand to cast two gentle green lights, meticulously over the duo.
As the green light surrounded them, their wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye — torn skin regrowing, broken bones rejoining, damaged organs enveloped in a soothing power slowly mending.
Soon, their breathing steadied, eyelids trembling slightly, showing signs of waking.
Qin Tian watched them, his gaze ultimately landing on Liang He, his eyes carrying a hint of reflection.
Indeed, this young man was the "lucky one" mentioned in the Bright Moon Dream Realm.
When Dongfang Haoyue mentioned this lucky one, he briefly recalled, feeling that there seemed to be no particularly lucky person around him.
But later, a name surfaced in his mind—
Liang He.
A new Tier Five cadre in the Azure Dragon Army.
Logically, a mere new Tier Five cadre shouldn’t have caught the attention of the Legion Commander.
However, the scene when Liang He and Conis resolutely fought to the death against Beastmen, a whole Tier higher, to protect civilians, left a deep impression on him.
Later, he rewarded the two young men handsomely and learned from Conis that — Liang He’s luck had always been good, opportunities abound. This was a crucial factor in Liang He reaching Tier Five Peak without bloodline support.
Considering this, he subtly adjusted the tasks of Liang He’s team, granting them more autonomy and room to explore.
In simple terms, he let Liang He try his luck.
Of course, luck was beyond control, so he didn’t always keep his eyes on Liang He.
Still, this young man truly lived up to the "lucky one" title - in just a few days, he found this place of opportunity.
However, they also paid the price of severe injuries.
Qin Tian stood up, with a sweep of his hand, drawing Liang He and Conis into Yang Space.
In Yang Space, Spiritual Energy was abundant, and the environment was safe, perfect for the injured to recuperate.
When they returned, he would let them recover well for a while, perhaps leading to another breakthrough opportunity.
Qin Tian turned, his eyes locking onto the depths of the tunnel—the direction where the Pillar Monument’s power waves emanated.
His gaze turned cold and piercing.
Luohou Clan.
It seems our paths are destined to cross.
For those who wounded my people, this time, the old debts shall be settled thoroughly!