pjbooks Chapter 36 An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree
Chapter 36 An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree
"Damn it, what is this thing again?"
The oppressive atmosphere from above caused everyone present to hold their breath.
That blood-red eye swept across the wasteland, and across everyone present.
Its thirty-meter-tall form took a step, causing the ground to tremble and black frost to condense at its footprints, spreading outwards. Its speed wasn't fast, but each step felt like it was pounding on everyone's hearts.
"Everyone, scatter!" Shen Wanshan's voice boomed through the communication channel.
He didn't need to say anything more. Zhao Tiangang had already made his move.
"Thunder Emperor - Heavenly Punishment!"
A bolt of silver lightning, as thick as a bucket, struck down from the sky, hitting the apostle squarely on the head. The lightning exploded, arcs of electricity leaping wildly across its icy armor, emitting a piercing hiss.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The apostle stood motionless. Only a shallow scorch mark remained on its ice armor.
Zhao Tiangang's expression changed.
"Everyone, attack together!" Shen Wanshan shouted sharply, his hands forming a hand seal, "Wind's Descent—Heavenly Slash!"
A gigantic, bluish-white wind blade roared out, slashing at the apostle's knee. Simultaneously, Zhou Boyong slammed his palms into the ground, sending dozens of boulders rising from the earth and crashing down on the apostle's chest and abdomen like meteorites. Wu Shichang's figure vanished into the darkness, reappearing behind the apostle the next second, his hands pressed against the back of its neck, dark spiritual energy surging into it.
Zhao Tiangang gritted his teeth, ignoring the injury on his left shoulder, and once again activated his lightning spiritual power. This time, he didn't use heavenly lightning, but instead concentrated all his power in his palm, transforming it into a golden lightning spear, which he hurled towards the apostle's blood-red eye!
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Four S-rank full-force attacks hit the target simultaneously!
boom!!!
With a deafening roar, the apostle's body shook violently. A large chunk of its ice armor shattered on its knees, several cracks appeared on its chest and abdomen from the impact of the boulder, and a large patch of gray skin on the back of its neck turned into black powder under the corrosive influence of dark spiritual energy. And Zhao Tiangang's golden lightning spear had struck it squarely in the eye!
The blood-red eyeball was pierced by the lightning spear, and black liquid gushed from the wound, turning into black mist in the air. The apostle let out a silent roar.
Several B-level Awakened Ones collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and bleeding from their seven orifices.
"It's injured! Keep going!" Shen Wanshan roared.
The second wave of attacks followed immediately. Wind blades, boulders, dark erosion, and lightning spears—the four patriarchs unleashed all their power, leaving no room for retreat. Under the continuous assault, the apostle's body began to disintegrate. His left arm snapped off at the shoulder, his right leg was cleaved in two below the knee by wind blades, and large chunks of his ice armor peeled away, revealing a dark red structure beneath that resembled muscle tissue.
Finally, Zhao Tiangang used all his strength to pierce the wound on the apostle's head with the last thunder spear.
The apostle's body froze.
Three seconds later, its thirty-meter-tall body collapsed with a roar, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust. Black liquid gushed from every crack in its body, pooling into black lakes on the ground. Its body melted, disintegrated, and finally turned into a pile of black slag.
The wasteland fell silent.
Zhao Tiangang collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood was still flowing from his left shoulder, and his lightning spiritual energy was completely depleted. Zhou Boyong rested his hands on his knees, drenched in sweat and pale-faced. Wu Shichang leaned against a nearby boulder, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. Shen Wanshan was in no better shape; his left arm, injured in the previous battle, was now completely numb.
But at least, they won.
"Finally..." Zhao Tiangang gave a wry smile, "This thing is really hard to deal with."
Before he could finish speaking, another loud bang came from the sky.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
Before he could finish speaking, another loud bang came from the sky.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
The crack—was widening. Not slowly, but as if it were being violently forced open from the inside by something! Countless black ice shards broke off from the crack's edges and flew in all directions.
A foot stepped out from the crack.
Then the other foot.
Then come the legs, torso, arms, and head.
Another apostle, thirty meters tall, emerged from the crack and landed on the wasteland. Its blood-red eyes swept over the pile of black debris on the ground, then over everyone present.
Zhao Tiangang's smile froze on his face.
"besides?!"
The crack hadn't closed. A second foot had already stepped out of it. Then a third, a fourth—
One statue, two statues, three statues, four statues, five statues.
Five apostles, each thirty meters tall, stood on the wasteland, surrounding the remnants of the four great families. Their blood-red eyes shone in the darkness, like lamps rising from the abyss.
Including the one they managed to kill after exhausting their strength, there were a total of six.
Of the five S-rank Awakened from the four great families, Zhao Tiangang had lost his fighting ability, Zhou Boyong and Wu Shichang had exhausted more than half of their spiritual power, and Shen Wanshan's left arm was injured. The A-rank and B-rank guards around them were not even cannon fodder in front of these thirty-meter-tall apostles.
Shen Wanshan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Five. They had fought with all their might to kill one, and now five more had arrived.
How do I play?
"Patriarch Shen..." Zhao Tiangang's voice was hoarse, "How much longer can we hold out?"
Shen Wanshan did not answer. He didn't know.
A rapid static crackled from the communicator, followed by Chu Tianxiong's hoarse and urgent voice: "Everyone in the northern wasteland, are you still holding on?"
Shen Wanshan pressed the communicator: "A big wave is coming. We just killed one, and now five more are here. What about your side?"
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the communicator.
"Six in the south of the city. Four in the west. Four in the east. Five in the city center." Chu Tianxiong's voice trailed off. "Including yours, that makes a total of twenty-four. And that's just the thirty-meter class. There are countless five-meter class creatures already."
"Twenty-four?" Zhou Boyong's voice changed. "Each one requires the four of us to use our full strength to kill. How are we going to fight twenty-four?"
"It's not just a matter of numbers." Chu Tianxiong's voice carried an extreme sense of exhaustion. "We don't have enough S-rank Awakened. In the entire capital, there are no more than ten S-rank Awakened who can directly confront these thirty-meter-level Apostles. Moreover, they are scattered across five regions, and we simply can't take care of them all."
A deathly silence fell over the communication channel.
"And that's not all. Besides this giant apostle who has never appeared before, more and more apostles are appearing!"
The members of the four major families looked towards the distant city center, where skyscrapers collapsed, rubble shattered, and void creatures moved at the speed of light. More and more indescribable monsters flew in the air, all of which were apostles born from the ice flowers.
The numbers are increasing. The Awakened Ones in the capital, and even the students in the academy, have all gone to the battlefield. But even so, in the face of these densely packed Apostles, the power of humanity seems exceptionally weak.