Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 965 - 762: Spare Him!

During the New Year, since we are already here, and the child is still young—

According to the process, the next line should involve someone dying...

Huai Shi stepped forward, instantly entering the Overload State. In a state close to boiling blood, the Yu Step received a terrifying boost, stirring up a hurricane.

——Salted Fish Backstab!

Though it was a spontaneous idea, it looked as if it had been planned for a long time, with experienced precision that was shocking. He caught the moment when Amada counterattacked, attacking from both front and back!

When Nagahara turned and saw the sword blade coming straight at him, his eyes almost popped out.

And Amada had already deflected Nagahara’s spear blade, stepping forward to deliver a sweeping blow at the waist.

Beheading!

It was as if Nagahara had eyes at the back of his head. In a critical moment, the key spear in his hand suddenly retracted. The cross-like key spear blocked Amada’s spirit-infused strike, and the pointed cone at the tail of the long spear suddenly lifted, aiming at Huai Shi’s throat.

It was as if Huai Shi intentionally lunged forward.

With a slight pause in movement, Huai Shi’s vision blurred, and he saw a shadow suddenly emerge from behind Nagahara. It transformed into a fierce blue visage, suddenly extending its arms, clasping them together to seize this opportunity, clamping down on Huai Shi’s sword blade.

With a thrust of the Blade of Resent, a void hand slashed open a cut, and the Source Substance inside quickly flowed out, devoured by the Crow Flock.

Facing Amada, Nagahara’s face also turned blue, different from the shadow that emerged from behind him, appearing as if one person had two heads and four arms.

If it weren’t for the different location and species, Huai Shi would have thought he was ambushing Nezha!

The Great Deity of the Sea Pillars of the Three Altars!

But in the Dongxia Genealogy, the three-headed six-armed ’Nezha’ originates from the Holy Spirit ’Nezha Jiboluo’ from India, manifesting on the land of Dongxia, the awe-inspiring Celestial Deity across the sea, land, and air among the altars, incapable of being recreated by the Miracle Imprint of the Stigmata.

Until now, except for a few ruins, it cannot be recreated, so how could it be casually claimed to be a god by the Yingzhou people?

In actuality, Nagahara distanced himself instantly, retreating tens of meters.

Pale-faced.

As if suffering a severe blow out of nowhere.

"Double Yoocha Holy Mark—"

Amada was the first to notice the clue and sneered, "Your New Sky Stream truly is lacking, possessing the heritage of the Mijikimond, yet now you’ve been reduced to going astray..."

Nagahara’s expression was indifferent, eyes blood-red. Together with his blue face and the same fierce phantom behind him, he looked increasingly inhuman.

The sword Huai Shi had unleashed earlier indeed caused severe damage.

Rather, it was his method of coping, causing his five years of hard work to go to waste.

The path of ascension passed down by the New Sky Stream was much too harsh.

And the Divine Nature related to Yoocha’s advancement was firmly held by major temples across Yingzhou. Even among their own people, it was scarcely enough, how would they possibly give it away to outsiders?

Did they really think East Secret was easy to deal with?

Since twelve years ago, Nagahara had already reached the Third Stage, but even after so many years, the Yoocha Holy Mark couldn’t find corresponding Divine Nature, making it impossible to reach the Fourth Stage. In desperation, he could only use the secret methods of the New Sky Stream to implant the Stigmata Relic: Military Tuojin Diamond Scepter into himself.

Through the dual existence of the Yoocha Holy Mark in the Stigmata Relic and the own Stigmata within, they catalyzed each other. Through long-term Source Substance communication and fusion, he integrated himself with the relic and its Stigmata into one.

To achieve the true Mijikimond by surpassing the boundary of the Fourth Stage with double the miracles... but if mistaken in combination, then immediately the Divine Nature would be lost, leaving only the path of the Ghost Demon ’Su Nu’.

Even the cherished Military Tuojin Diamond Scepter of the New Sky Stream would be ruined—by then, Nagahara would become the shame of New Sky Stream.

Stuck forever on the pillar of historical shame.

In these five years, Nagahara relied on the Iron King Party’s limitless cost in supplying treasures, progressing at an astonishing pace. Now, finally, the Divine Nature began to sprout, just barely stepping on the right path, only to be exposed by Huai Shi’s backstab...

"Scoundrel, prepare to die!"

Amidst the roars and shouts, the resonance of the double Yoocha Holy Marks trembled. The Guardian Yoocha phantom transitioned from void to reality, extending a hand to pull out a Vajra Pestle covered in incantations and reliefs from Nagahara’s spine, still stained with blood. The Vajra Pestle radiated light.

Ignoring Amada’s presence nearby, it charged straight at Huai Shi.

Are you seriously making that mistake?!

Huai Shi sneered disdainfully, instinctively reaching for his waist, and then again, only to realize he was wearing a vest right now, not carrying Beelzebub!

His face turned green in an instant as he madly retreated with the Yu Step, its vengeful strike brushing past his nose, the sharp gusts lifting Huai Shi off the ground.

Immediately afterward, the Wonderful Vision’s Spear, like a snake, traced a bizarre arc through the air, appearing in Huai Shi’s inevitable path of evasion.

"Why lose your temper with the young ones?"

Tenda Zhengren’s face showed a mocking smile, withdrawing the longsword into its sheath, taking a drawing sword stance.

And ten years of Sword Zen’s nurtured killing intent poured out with the thought of drawing the sword, an empty slash!

Sharp sword marks interweaved crisscross in the air, enshrouding Nagahara’s entire body, forcing him to halt his actions. Just as he was about to attack again, he saw Huai Shi suddenly retreat three steps and then bizarrely fall!

Tripped up?

Before Amada could react, Nagahara, filled with anger, ignored everything and swept with the Vajra Pestle, blocking the majority of the empty slashes, allowing the remaining sword marks to slash at his own body.

Exchanging injury for death!

Chanting the honorific name ’North Star Miao Jian Da Pu Sa’, the shooting technique transmitted by the God Skill bloomed with blazing brilliance, aimed at Huai Shi’s face to stab down.

The cold brilliance, akin to the shining of the North Star, illuminated the smile on Huai Shi’s face.

The falling momentum abruptly halted.

And Huai Shi’s hand, hidden behind him, had already drawn the tachi embedded in the basket, with the painful blackness emerging from the blade.

In an instant, a piercing wail surged from the edge of the sword.

——Harmony!

Dragon roared.

In the moment of stopped time, even Amada’s mind was seized by the brilliance of this moment, his eyes wide in disbelief, yet unable to see Huai Shi’s hand movements clearly.

Only glimpsing the black color and scarlet extending and intersecting from Huai Shi’s hands.

The precious long spear, reforged from Dragonfly fragments, trembled violently, broke at the waist, followed by blood spurting from Nagahara’s arms and even his chest.

The sound of steel breaking rang out.

That was Huai Shi’s hand flicking a tachi that disintegrated in the air.

And at the moment the tachi left his hand, Huai Shi had already pulled a dagger from his bosom.

Beheading!

The dagger collided with the Vajra Pestle, erupting a dazzling spark but disintegrating before it could pierce Nagahara’s throat.

And Nagahara’s terrified scream seemed to flow out prematurely from his throat like blood, after a monkey-like, strange cry, he backed away crazily.

Like he had seen a ghost.

Scared out of his wits by that saber, throwing down the remaining Iron King Party members wanting to escape—only unfortunately, it was too late.

As he turned around, he saw behind him Tenda Zhengren, already bent over, palm on the hilt of his sword...

Drawing Sword!

The sword blade leapt out of the sheath like a dragon, severing his left leg, then the edge rose against the momentum, swiftly cutting off his right arm.

Just as Tenda Zhengren was about to slice his heart with one sword, he heard Huai Shi’s hurried shout.

"Amada-senpai, leave one alive!"

Amada was stunned, then suddenly understood.

What a close call...

Almost killed too many, forgot to leave a living one.

Young people are thorough in doing things, older loners such as himself are already unable to keep up...

Before he could finish lamenting in his heart, he saw Huai Shi charge up with the cracked Rotten Rope Village and chop off Nagahara’s head with a jump!

Blood splattered everywhere.

"Whew... comfortable!"

Huai Shi exhaled deeply, raised his hand, wiped the sweat off his forehead, content and satisfied.

And Amada stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief.

Unbelievable.

Little brother, what’s wrong with you? So you just wanted to steal the kill?

"Didn’t you tell me to leave one alive?" Amada widened his eyes.

"Uh..."

Huai Shi’s expression stiffened for a moment, then squeezed out a flattering smile: "I just didn’t want you to get tired!"

Saying this, he bent over, picked up the Vajra Pestle on the ground, wiped it, then sneaked over with his eyes darting around, shoved the Vajra Pestle into Amada’s sleeve.

He failed to tuck it in properly the first time, it fell to the ground, he picked it up again and tried to tuck it once more.

Then he picked up the broken two-part spear, but this thing was too long to tuck into his sleeve, had to put it into his embrace.

"Please accept, accept, and don’t hold it against me."

Amada’s expression twitched.

As a guardian with a high status in the Alliance, it was the first time he had ever been bribed...

He ought to denounce Huaizhi for this, but seeing that enthusiastic and kind smile, his expression twitched, the initially unpleasant words softened, filled with helplessness.

"This better not happen again..."

There’s no helping it, young people with the ambition to build careers isn’t a bad thing. He doesn’t hold any position in the Alliance, giving a bit is nothing.

But before leaving, he recalled that amazing strike just now, and turned to ask: "Huaizhi-kun, that move just now... doesn’t seem like swordsmanship from Tengu Mountain, right?"

"Ah, oh, right right, I figured it out myself."

Huai Shi grinned, chuckling honestly: "I trained in sumo wrestling, have you heard of ’Shiko’? Let me show you... plus a tattoo story as a bonus!"

I don’t believe a word you’re saying!

Amada rolled his eyes, didn’t want to pay any more attention to him.

Two minutes later, the last struggling person was thrown into the bonfire by Ueno, screaming quickly disappeared.

The bonfire celebration thus concluded amid a harmonious atmosphere.

It’s a pity the atmosphere wasn’t right, couldn’t drink beer, sing songs, or dance hand in hand around the fire.

The Iron King Party’s attack squad was annihilated.

And the Huaizhi Gang’s cost was merely sixteen lightly injured, four seriously injured, with most affected by the fight between Amada and Nagahara, swiftly rushed to Kahara hospital. As for the rest, a band-aid settled it.

And between the gradually extinguishing flames, Huai Shi looked down at his hand.

Among spread fingers, a strand of gray-black color, like thick ink, silently danced.

This is the ’death’ manifested among the Sky’s Command.

After sacrificing the fallen Yoocha, the divine nature transformation of the Great Priestess advanced another step—just unsure how many more deaths are needed to achieve qualitative change?