pjbooks Chapter 275 The Masked Giant
Chapter 275 The Masked Giant
The golden shield held for three seconds.
Hundreds of gun emplacements opened fire simultaneously.
The silver energy beam struck the surface of the shield, not with an explosion, but with a sustained high-temperature erosion.
Zhao Leiguang's arms were trembling.
The earthy yellow light emanating from the Earth Shields began to waver, like a candle flame in the wind.
The surface of the shield was visibly covered with fine cracks.
"Five seconds," Zhao Leiguang squeezed out through gritted teeth.
He can hold on for another five seconds.
The angelic constructs gave them no chance to catch their breath.
Hundreds of faceless, silver humanoid figures moved with a chilling precision—they simultaneously drew lightsabers from their waists and took a step forward at the same time.
The footsteps struck the crystal floor, producing a crisp, metallic sound, with consistent frequency and force.
Like a precisely operating meat grinder.
The lightsaber's blade dragged on the ground, cutting out melting grooves, and scalding silver droplets splashed everywhere.
They are tightening their encirclement.
"Damn, this formation is even more orderly than a military parade." Zhao Leiguang was still joking, but the veins on his forehead were throbbing like earthworms.
The cracks on the shield extended to the edges.
Four seconds.
Lu Yan took a step forward.
The Black Lotus Pure Land unfolds.
A pitch-black field spread out from beneath his feet, nesting with Zhao Leiguang's golden protective shield, temporarily reinforcing the cracks that were about to collapse.
But everyone knew that this was just a matter of holding on for a few more breaths.
The turret's energy output is still increasing.
The angel construct's sword formation had closed to within twenty meters.
Fifteen meters.
ten meters.
Wen Yue's World-Destroying Thunder Crossbow was aimed at the front row of constructs.
A high-explosive grenade was fired and hit the one in the very center of the formation.
The explosion engulfed three or four silver figures.
The smoke and dust cleared.
They are still standing.
Several scorch marks appeared on his body, but his grip on the lightsaber remained unchanged.
"It can't be broken through." Wen Yue's voice was calm.
She put down the crossbow.
It's not about giving up.
They are saving ammunition.
Lin Chuxue's Blood Explosion Magic Array was laid out around the outer edge of the protective shield, and the dark red energy sea played a certain role in slowing down the movement of any construct that stepped into the array's range.
But it was only half a beat.
They are still moving forward.
"Captain." Xiao Qianyu held her halberd horizontally in front of her, her tone calm. "The beacon has one more chance. Jump out?"
Lu Yan did not answer.
He was looking at the sky.
It's not about looking at the cannons, nor is it about looking at the sword formations of the constructs.
He was looking at the sky made up of countless silver geometric shapes—the dome structure of the fortress.
There is an unusual point there.
Very small.
So small that even the Void Disk was almost overlooked.
There's a problem with the refractive index of the space directly above the dome.
The light was deflected at that location in a way that shouldn't exist.
It looked like something was squeezing in from the outside.
Then he saw it.
The dome cracked.
It's not the kind of crack that's broken.
Something forcefully tore open a crack from the outside.
The crack started as small as a pinhole and expanded to a length of fifty meters within three seconds.
The edges of the crack were burning, and the high-energy particles generated when the structure of space itself was torn apart turned into streaks of bluish-white lightning.
A hand reached in through the crack.
Everyone—including the faceless angel constructs—stopped.
That hand is too big.
Each of the five fingers is as thick as a residential building.
It clung to the edge of the crack, veins—or rather, some kind of energy conduit—bulging on the back of its hand like a winding river.
Hard.
The crack was torn even wider.
One hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
A figure squeezed out from the crack.
The word "squeeze" is used very accurately.
Even that 300-meter-wide crack was somewhat narrow for this figure.
It lowered its head, tilted its shoulders, and slowly emerged from the wound in that space.
The movements were clumsy.
Like a burly man trying to squeeze through a narrow door.
Its face was covered by a rough burlap sack.
The linen had no patterns or runes; it was just the most ordinary, yellowish, coarsely woven linen.
But what was pressing down under that cloth caused the entire fortress's energy shield to resonate.
The masked giant landed.
One foot was placed on the silver crystal platform.
It's broken.
It wasn't just a pit; it was an entire area of crystalline ground that collapsed ten meters down where that foot landed.
Thirty-odd weapon turrets that were charging, along with the complex power supply lines beneath them, were ground into silvery powder.
The debris splattered onto the golden shield, making a soft, clinking sound.
Zhao Leiguang tilted his head back and closed his mouth.
He's been standing there for a while now.
The giant stepped out of the crack with its second foot, landing on the right wing of the construct sword formation.
Those angelic constructs that were just moments before perfectly aligned and unbreakable were crushed like cookies under that foot.
The lightsaber was destroyed.
The fragments flew into the sky.
The remaining constructs finally reacted.
Their visors turned toward the giant god, and the blades of their lightsabers collectively changed color—from silver-white to crimson.
An energy surge far exceeding that before erupted from their bodies.
They are about to launch an attack on the giant.
The giant did not turn back.
It simply casually put its other hand behind its back to block the view.
His palms spread out, obscuring the entire sky above the first squad.
Hundreds of crimson light swords slashed at the giant hand.
The sparks that flew up were like a fireworks display.
The giant hand remained completely still.
"withdraw."
The giant spoke.
The voice came from behind the coarse linen cloth; it wasn't a majestic divine pronouncement, but rather sounded like an impatient middle-aged man urging a younger person on.
It was heavy and muffled, and I was even panting a bit.
"This is a meat grinder specifically designed for 'Breath of Earth'!"
"It led you here!"
"Those bastards had already laid their trap!"
When Lu Yan heard the words "breath soil", the internal data of his Void Disc started to fluctuate wildly.
He understood instantly.
The core of the mobile sanctuary is not elsewhere—its entire structure is a binding array tailor-made for the Hourglass of Life.
From the moment they entered this platform, the crystalline ground beneath their feet began scanning and locking onto the frequency of the laws governing the Breath of Earth.
Those turrets and structures are just pawns used to buy time.
The real killer move is below.
Deep within the core of the fortress lies a specialized analytical furnace used to strip away and devour Chinese immortal artifacts.
"Walk!"
The giant's other hand suddenly ripped through the void.
That action was rough and direct.
Like tearing cloth.
Space was torn open by his hand, creating a new rift.
On the other side of the rift was a chaotic gray void, with no reference points and no end in sight.
But compared to staying here and waiting to die—
"Everyone, get inside!"
Lu Yan gave the order without the slightest hesitation.
Zhao Leiguang was the first to move.
He removed the already riddled-with-holes "Immovable Mountain," slung the two shields over his back, and ran.
He ran while cursing.
"In my twenty-six years of life, this is the first time I've been rescued in such a humiliating way!"
Xiao Qianyu is the second one.
She paused for a moment as she passed Lu Yan.
"That one—"
"Don't ask," Lu Yan interrupted her. "Live first."
Wen Yue and Lin Chuxue jumped into the crevice one after the other.
Su Yunqing paused for a moment at the edge of the crack, and then swung the Yao Guang's Blessing Staff towards the giant god.
The healing spell was cast on the giant god, which was a hundred meters tall.
It's like watering a big tree with a spray bottle.
But the giant's shoulders twitched.
It feels like itchy.
Shen Xinglin was the last one.
He silently passed by the giant's feet, sheathed his lance, and disappeared into the gray chaos.
Only Lu Yan remained.
He stood at the entrance of the crack and turned around.
The giant god was using his enormous hand to block the silver beams of light that kept surging from behind him.
Its back was hunched, and the cracks on the platform that its feet had crushed were spreading outwards.
All of the fortress's firepower—the turrets, the constructs, and the more silver tentacles hanging down from the inner walls of the dome—was concentrated on it.
It carried it.
Lu Yan raised his right hand.
Bring your five fingers together and place them next to your temples.
A standard military salute.
The giant turned his head.
His expression was obscured behind the rough linen.
But it raised its free hand—its left hand.
The giant hand waved in Lu Yan's direction.
Very casual.
Like shooing away flies.
"Go on, young man, stop your nonsense."
Lu Yan withdrew his hand and retreated into the crevice.
A gray chaos swallowed his vision.
The crack began to narrow behind him.
In the last moment before it closed, he saw a scene.
On the giant's right arm, the sleeve of his robe was torn open by a beam of silver light.
Beneath the rolled-up fabric, the exposed skin—if it can be called skin—was adorned with totems.
Dark gold, flowing totem.
Dragon.
phoenix.
Qilin.
Bai Ze.
The patterns are exactly the same as those on that bronze tripod.
The crack closed.
All the light, sound, and vibrations of battle were severed at the same point.
In the gray chaos, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Zhao Leiguang's voice came from ahead, muffled.
"Captain, who was that just now?"
Lu Yan did not answer.