Chapter 102: Close Combat (2)

The nine patterns were drawn with the blood of the gods. Looking at the increasingly pale face of the god, I knew that even if I didn’t know what kind of formation this pattern meant, I knew that the effect of this formation was definitely against the heavens. Otherwise, how could the so-called god be so laborious?

The atmosphere on the altar was silent, and only the constantly flowing violent power reminded me that a major change was about to occur here.

The god was concentrating on drawing the patterns. At this time, he seemed “weak,” but unfortunately I was completely unable to move and could only watch silently.

Below the altar, the sound of chanting came from somewhere, seemingly grand but somewhat ethereal, yet inexplicably full of power.

This power is only a certain power that is prayed to the heavens, and it is a very simple prayer, but all the people who perform the incantation are cultivators, so it seems extraordinarily powerful.

In this solemn and strange situation, time passed by minute by minute, and my heart gradually became inexplicably calm from nervousness, excitement, excitement, and uneasiness.

The face of the god was becoming more and more distorted. I could see that he was trying to suppress and control something. Although the hand that depicted the array pattern was always extremely stable, it was also reaching its limit.

Finally, he finished the last stroke, and a sigh of satisfaction came from the altar. It seemed that he had reached his limit, and he couldn’t wait to put down the brush in his hand. He sat cross-legged on the altar, clasped his hands in a strange gesture, and his breathing gradually became long from his unusually rapid breathing…

He was stabilizing himself.

This is an answer that I already knew, but at this moment, footsteps sounded under the altar, and several people in green robes came up. They moved my body so that I was facing the bottom of the altar, with everything about the god facing away from me and out of my sight.

After I turned my face to the altar, the green-robed men hurriedly went down, and on the platform below the altar, there was a kind of hectic busyness, with green-robed men praying, green-robed men drawing patterns, and green-robed men arranging various magical instruments back and forth, not knowing what to do.

In fact, it feels good to look down from on high, and is it not the ultimate pursuit of the gods to feel and to want to be immortal?

I don’t have a specific answer, but when the red patterns below became clearer, I felt a mysterious flow. I can’t describe this mystery, but if I had to, I would say that everyone’s destiny flows in these patterns…

And what is fate? It contains so many things, such as a person’s lifespan, luck, and destiny… If these things can flow… Even if I was restrained, my face involuntarily became shocked when this idea appeared in my mind.

Then everything can be explained, can’t it? Those hands that manipulate the destinies of others at will, borrowing longevity, borrowing luck… it turns out that the whole thing is based on this great array!

The same goes for the small town, the holy village, and the sacrificed man… He really only wanted people. As long as there are enough people, the more he can “borrow” and use for his own purposes. This is a business with no capital, and it is also a real and naked deprivation.

I don’t know how to describe all this. I feel inexplicably cold all over. I can’t even imagine that in a corner of the world that I don’t know if it belongs to, there is such a great array that defies the heavens, allowing fate to flow.

As far as the eye can see, no matter how far away, everything beyond the altar is shrouded in a misty haze, except for the entire platform, which is clear.

The completeness of the array below has become increasingly high, and behind me, the sound of a mad god is heard. If this were with someone else, I would be very surprised, but the situation is already set, and I am more and more calm about this inevitable scene.

“I don’t care. My time has come. I’m going to see my father.”

“Any time is fine, except today. Don’t you know? As long as you wait until today, your dream will come true.”

“My dream, you mean…? No, in you, everything is achieved by trading off the things of many others. You are making me carry the sins of the world.”

“Do you think you have any qualifications to carry the sins? You be quiet today!”

These words were almost shouted by a god, and then I heard a series of slaps on my body, which reminded me of the way a god did it when fighting in a bamboo forest. His face was glowing with purple light… In the current situation, I’m afraid that…

It was quiet behind me, and the strange monologue had ended, replaced by a series of howls like those of a wild beast, as if filled with endless pain.

At this moment, the formation below was almost complete, because basically the entire formation had already taken shape… At this time, my originally calm heart began to beat faster, and I began to look forward to the arrival of a figure.

However, the distant area was still shrouded in mist, and the figure I was waiting for had not yet appeared.

The sound of prayer grew louder and louder, and at this time, the last person in the green robe who was drawing the pattern suddenly dropped his pen and screamed wildly. The entire pattern was finally completed.

At that moment, my thoughts suddenly became absent-minded. I felt a strange sense of detachment, as if the fate of me and everyone here had all merged together and then began to flow chaotically. I clearly felt that there was only one person here who could step back and take charge of everything, and that was the god behind me.

However, his breathing was so labored, as if he was struggling.

“It must be done, it must be done, it must be done.” The voice of the god was trembling, as if it were encouraging itself, or comforting itself.

At the moment the great formation was completed, there was no sign of anything going against the heavens, but in fact, I knew in my heart how much it was going against the heavens.

Behind me, I heard the sound of God’s footsteps, seemingly chaotic, but in fact, there was a strange kind of order. He was humming something in his mouth, which was not at all like Taoist incantations, but rather something that I had first heard that seemed to be a combination of Taoism and witchcraft.

Under this kind of display, I felt that the chaotic disorder began to have a mysterious change, that is, the flowing destiny was constantly being removed and then disappeared into the depths of the sky…

This is a sacrifice! There is no essential difference between this and the sacrifices of the distant past, when emperors made the highest level of sacrifice, sacrificing the lives of living people. In fact, it is only more thorough, sacrificing a person’s soul along with their fate.

I looked at the people in blue robes on the platform, and one by one, they inexplicably fell to the ground. Their bodies wanted to tremble violently, but the cold fists they held tightly kept stopping them from doing so.

It’s almost time. Time is almost up. I have to hold back.

“Enough?” The voice of the god was also unusually uncertain. He seemed to have gotten used to talking to himself, and then after saying that it was enough, he began to be silent.

The flow of fate was still in the formation, but at this moment, I felt that I was frozen in a certain place… This kind of freezing is hard to describe. It was as if the distance between me and God was very close, but this was only a physical distance. At this moment, the freezing was like my fate was beginning to blend with his.

God was silent, but at this moment I also felt his confusion. Yes, his aura was beginning to become chaotic, as if several people were trying to peel off and rush out of a body, and he no longer had control over himself.

“Quiet, quiet! Go down… go down…” God’s voice was almost frantic.

Then, I felt a force rushing towards me like a surging sea, desperately trying to merge with my destiny. At the same time, I felt my soul being squeezed. Was this an invasion?

“Lin Furui…”

“Fu Rui…”

Finally, at this moment, two voices were heard calling from beneath the platform. I was familiar with both voices. One was Lin Xiaohua’s voice, and the other was Lin Jianguo’s voice.

“Stop them.” The voice of God began to shout wildly.

Then, the mysterious feeling of fusion and the squeezing of the soul turned into a violent, naked invasion… an invasion that desperately wanted to be completed.

And I finally let out a sigh, not a sigh from my heart, but a sigh from the depths of my throat. My body, which had been stiff and unable to move, had instantly recovered at this moment.

Yes, there was no need to act out any more.