pjbooks Chapter 139 Taking Advantage of an Opportunity
Chapter 139 Taking Advantage of an Opportunity
The eerie laughter emanating from Zhao Dezhu's throat sounded like that of a madman.
He did not completely ignore the secrets of the Qilin Group.
What's truly captivating is the "Heart of the Desert" right before my eyes, far more so than the black box.
That's his goal.
Or rather, it is the ultimate goal of the "parasite" inside him.
Chen Yifan, lurking in the shadows, remained calm and patient, his heart like an ancient well.
He needs an opportunity now.
An opportunity to access the black box without attracting the other party's attention.
The perception of the "Mind's Eye" is like the most sophisticated radar.
Everything about the entire nest was clearly reflected in his mind.
The violent mental fluctuations above the Heart of the Sand Sea belong to the enraged King of the Sand Sea on the surface, and there is an unbreakable mental chain between the two.
At this moment, Zhao Dezhu's entire mind was transformed into a greedy net, tightly enveloping the [Heart of the Sand Sea].
opportunity.
When a hunter's attention is focused entirely on the fattest prey, he will naturally overlook the insignificant "side dish" next to it.
Chen Yifan's gaze fell on the black storage ring on his finger, which he had obtained from Bai Tong.
This is his biggest advantage in this operation.
But he did not act immediately.
The best assassins are always more patient than their prey.
It was at this moment that Zhao Dezhu made his move.
He walked to the bottom of the [Heart of the Sand Sea] and raised his hands high.
The withered sleeves of the robe slipped down, revealing two brittle hands, each holding a black wooden box carved with strange patterns.
His eyes were vacant, his expression devout, as he slowly opened the wooden box.
In an instant, a dense, almost tangible dark energy erupted, transforming into dozens of writhing, pitch-black tentacles that viciously lunged at the [Heart of the Sand Sea] in the center of the nest.
This aura...
Another heretical sect?
An overwhelming sense of absurdity instantly shattered Chen Yifan's composure.
It's like thinking you're wearing a one-of-a-kind limited edition shoe, only to turn around and find that the old man selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street is wearing the same thing.
Has this thing become so common that it's become this ubiquitous?
This thought lasted for less than half a second before being replaced by an even deeper chill.
He suddenly remembered the "Holy Religion" that Zhao Dezhu had mentioned.
This means that, lurking in the shadows of a world he cannot see, lies an organization far larger and more terrifying than he imagined.
And he had unknowingly stepped one foot inside.
Chen Yifan forcibly shut out all distracting thoughts and refocused his mind.
Curiosity killed the cat.
He's not a cat; he's a mouse trying to steal the cheese.
His gaze was fixed on the black metal box in the corner.
That was his only cheese.
Zhao Dezhu has already begun to manipulate the wooden box to absorb the energy of the [Heart of the Sand Sea].
At the same time, he focused all his attention on the [Heart of the Sands].
At this moment, Zhao Dezhu's shadow, swaying with the light of the fungi above, was stretched long and thin.
The edge of the shadow fell precisely on the black metal box that lay quietly in the corner.
It's now!
A glint flashed in Chen Yifan's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.
The next second, in Zhao Dezhu's shadow, at the spot where the black box was covered, a barely perceptible bubble rose like boiling asphalt.
The bubble burst.
A blurry hand, made entirely of shadows, silently reached out and landed precisely on the black box.
Mental energy is connected to the storage ring through the Shadow Hand.
Receive!
hum-
A spatial fluctuation, perfectly concealed by the violent energy of the [Heart of the Sands], flashed by, centered on the metal box.
The next second, the "black box" of the Qilin Group, which contained the greed and death of countless people, vanished into thin air.
Become!
With a firm resolve, Chen Yifan instantly withdrew his Shadow Hand.
The shadow returned to its deathly stillness, as if nothing had ever happened.
The entire process was smooth and quick, taking no more than 0.5 seconds.
At the very instant the metal box disappeared.
Zhao Dezhu's body suddenly stiffened.
That extremely faint spatial fluctuation was eventually detected by his beast-like intuition, who caught a hint of something amiss.
What is it?
He spurred a wisp of his spiritual energy, which swept across the entire nest like lightning.
everything is normal.
But just as he was about to conduct a more thorough investigation, the beating frequency of that huge heart suddenly became erratic!
A violent and furious will surged forth from the Heart of the Sands along the mental chains!
……
Surface battlefield.
"roar--!"
The King of the Sands, Karamon, suddenly raised his head, his hundreds of compound eyes instantly turning blood red, and he let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
This is no longer a deterrent.
It was a mental shock that combined rage and madness!
puff!puff!
The closest survivors didn't even have time to scream before their heads exploded like watermelons smashed by a heavy hammer, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.
The desert predators across the entire battlefield seemed to have received the king's final command, instantly descending into utter madness.
They abandoned all formation and instinct, and like a red tsunami, launched a suicidal charge towards the survivors' last stronghold, disregarding casualties.
The defense line collapsed instantly.
"Hold on! You all fucking hold on!"
The rattlesnake's pretty face turned deathly pale as she whipped a pouncing predator in two, letting out a shrill scream. Her usual languid charm had been replaced by a desperate madness.
Half of her trusted confidants have fallen.
"Boss, we can't take it anymore... We can't hold on!" a man whose arm was gnawed open, revealing the white bone, roared in despair. "That bastard Lone Wolf! He's not coming back!"
Despair spread like a plague.
Just then, a discordant voice rang out again.
"Take this!"
Wearing a gas mask, Luo Tian pulled out a strangely shaped... water gun from his tattered backpack.
The water gun's reservoir contained a viscous, green liquid that emitted an eerie glow.
"This is 'concentrated herring concentrate,' specially prepared for you according to the boss's taste! Today, let these bastards taste your favorite flavor from when you were alive!"
He pulled the trigger.
"Sizzle—!"
A green jet of water sprayed precisely into the densest patch of beasts ahead.
It didn't smell as bad as I had imagined.
But the sand sea predators splashed with the green liquid froze abruptly.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
As if they had smelled the scent of an irreconcilable enemy, their companions around them suddenly turned around and began to attack their companions who had been splashed with liquid with their chelicerae and venomous stingers!
They're killing each other!
"What is that thing?!"
The rattlesnake roared as it dodged, its voice filled with disbelief.
"nice one!"
Beneath the mask, Luo Tian's voice carried a hint of smugness.
"Now, in their eyes, those guys who got sprayed are like the neighbor who stole their wives!"
Rattlesnake: "..."
She watched that oddball spraying green juice in the middle of the battlefield while shouting some incomprehensible words.
What?! Canned herring!
Where did these words come from...?
……
Deep within the nest.
Zhao Dezhu had no time to think further; his forehead was covered in sweat.
Even with the aid of a "parasite," engaging in a mental battle against a king-level alien beast is extremely taxing.
"Now...cut it off!"
He let out a roar that sounded inhuman, and pushed his hands forward violently!
Dozens of dark tentacles instantly merged, transforming into a massive, jet-black blade that slashed fiercely at a point in the void.
Click!
A crisp sound, seemingly emanating from the very soul.
The spiritual link between the Heart of the Desert and the surface Karamon was forcibly severed.
My heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Above the earth, the King of the Sands, Karamon, let out a mournful cry that was extremely piercing. His massive body twisted wildly in agony as he aimlessly pounded the ground with his giant claws, stirring up a sandstorm that filled the sky.
Its power is rapidly declining!
"It's a success..."
Zhao Dezhu gasped for breath, his eyes gleaming with ecstasy.
If he were given just one more minute, he could completely take away this "egg of evolution".
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he habitually swept across the entire nest.
Then, his movements froze.
Those eyes, hidden beneath the hood, were fixed intently on the corner to his left.
There……
Empty.
The black metal box that he had always used as a "backdrop" was gone.