novelTele Chapter 103 Three Great Life-Giving Weapons! Set sail and carve through this sea!
Chapter 103 Three Great Life-Giving Weapons! Set sail and carve through this sea!
At four in the morning, the sea breeze felt like damp, cold sandpaper, stinging my face.
The hydraulic hatch at the bottom of the Blazing Flame suddenly sprang open, and a wave of heat, carrying the stench of sweat, rushed onto the deck, forcing the surrounding humidity back three meters.
Three figures strode out.
Zhou Hai walked at the front, his already muscular frame now appearing even more bulging.
He looked down at his large, fan-like hands, his fingers spreading and clenching, the cracking sound of his knuckles like popping beans.
"Good heavens..." Zhou Hai swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Is this the power of a Level 5 Spirit Source User?"
The illusion of being filled with power to the point of overflowing made him feel hot all over, and he wished he could find a piece of iron plate and take a bite.
Stop indulging in self-admiration.
A cold, desolate voice drifted from the side of the ship.
Lu Sheng leaned against the railing.
He didn't even turn around, but simply said, "Just having strength is like being a bull. Hurry up and try out your spiritual source life martial arts."
The reason why Level 5 Spirit Source users are considered the watershed of strong individuals is that, in addition to the qualitative change in the total amount of Spirit Source and physical constitution, the most crucial factor is the materialization of Spirit Source.
That is, the exclusive—Spirit Source Life Weapon.
"Hehe, then I'll make a fool of myself!" Zhou Hai perked up immediately upon hearing this.
He took a deep breath, assumed a horse stance, and his bulky body instantly tensed. A strange cry escaped his throat: "Give me—freeze!"
"boom!"
The crimson spiritual energy surged towards his arms like a flood bursting its banks.
There are no ethereal light and shadow effects, but rather solid energy crystals.
A layer of dark red crystals with cracked surfaces quickly covered his hands and forearms, and orange-red flames could even be seen flowing through the cracks.
The high temperature distorted the air, and even the special steel deck underfoot sizzled.
[Spiritual Origin Weapon - Exploding Flame Fist!]
"Explosive Flame Fist!"
Zhou Hai didn't aim properly and threw a punch at the dark sea.
The punch landed in empty air, yet it had the effect of artillery fire.
A crimson fireball the size of a millstone shot out of his hand, crashing into the sea with a piercing shriek.
"BOOM—!!!"
The water column shot into the sky, reaching a height of ten meters, instantly boiling the seawater. Large amounts of white steam rose like mushroom clouds, and scalding water mist splashed onto the deck.
"Holy crap! That was powerful?" Zhou Hai was jolted back two steps by the recoil, staring wide-eyed at the huge crater in the sea. "If that had hit someone, wouldn't they have been blown to bits?"
Lu Sheng glanced at the still-spreading wisp of steam and casually closed the lighter cap.
"The power is passable, but the accuracy is terrible."
His comments were merciless: "If that punch had been three degrees off, you'd be ready to go into the sea to retrieve our propeller. Also, don't scatter your spiritual energy like a nouveau riche; your control is terrible."
Zhou Hai scratched his bald head, chuckled foolishly, and wasn't annoyed.
"Old Zhao." Lu Sheng's gaze shifted slightly.
Zhao nodded, without any fancy opening moves, and simply stomped his right foot heavily.
"clang!"
The dull metallic clanging sound made one's eardrums tingle.
The golden spiritual energy instantly solidified in front of him, transforming into a giant tower shield that stood two and a half meters tall. The shield's surface had no intricate patterns, only a simple and heavy metallic texture; when it stood there, it was like an insurmountable mountain.
[Spiritual Origin Weapon - Immortal Heavy Shield!]
Immediately afterward, Zhao Zexin's giant shield instantly disintegrated, transforming into countless golden streams of light that adhered to his entire body, forming a full-coverage heavy armor. Even his face was covered by a golden mask, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.
Humanoid tank.
"How hard is it?" Lu Sheng asked.
Zhao didn't say anything, but simply pulled out a military tactical dagger from his waist.
This thing is made of special steel; it can cut through iron like mud.
He gripped the knife in his backhand and stabbed it viciously into his left arm.
"collapse!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
The dagger snapped in two with a snap, and the flying blade grazed Zhou Hai's cheek, startling the fat man into shrinking back.
On Zhao's arm armor, not even a white mark was left.
"I feel like I can withstand a frontal barrage from a heavy machine gun." Zhao removed his face armor and spoke calmly. "If it were that Bull Demon King from yesterday, I could stand there and let him hit me, and he wouldn't be able to break through my defenses."
Lu Sheng nodded in satisfaction.
A high-burst mage-type berserker, and an absolutely defensive tank.
With this setup, as long as they don't do anything reckless, they can basically roam freely in this sea area.
Finally, the gaze fell on Su Li.
This woman, who usually speaks the least, was now exuding the most dangerous aura.
She slowly raised her right hand, palm facing up.
There was no sound, but a chilling smell of blood inexplicably filled the air.
A Tang sword, entirely crimson with an extremely narrow blade, solidified in the blood mist. The blade had no grooves, yet it seemed as if blood was slowly flowing within it, emitting a faint buzzing sound, like a demon thirsting for blood.
[Spiritual Origin Weapon - Asura Blood Blade!]
The moment Su Li gripped the hilt of the knife, her clear, cold eyes turned a sinister crimson.
"cut."
A soft shout rang out.
She flicked her wrist slightly and seemingly casually swung the knife.
There was no explosion, no fire.
Only a thin, thread-like red line silently cut across a solid steel post on the ship's side used to tie mooring lines.
One second later.
"Click."
The upper half of the steel pillar, about the thickness of a wrist, slid down slowly, the cut as smooth as a mirror, even the molecular structure of the metal was neatly severed.
It has built-in tearing and armor-piercing properties.
This is the terror of the Asura sequence.
The three put away their life-bound weapons, looked at each other, and couldn't suppress the wild joy in their eyes.
This is level 5.
This is the confidence that truly earns one the title of "Master" in this cannibalistic apocalypse.
"Thump!"
Zhou Hai suddenly knelt on one knee, his muscular body now appearing incredibly solemn.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ze and Su Li also knelt down.
There was no unnecessary nonsense, no empty vows.
In this world where human life is as cheap as grass, Lu Sheng gave them the opportunity to advance and the means to survive. He was like a second parent to them.
"Major Lu, from now on, this life belongs to you."
Zhou Hai raised his head, his eyes filled with a frighteningly fanatical light. "Wherever you point, I'll shoot! Even if it's the gates of hell, I'll kick the doors down for you!"
Lu Sheng looked at the three people in front of him with a calm expression.
He doesn't need assassins, but he needs absolutely loyal teammates.
Get up.
Lu Sheng turned around and faced east.
On the horizon, a blood-red setting sun struggles to tear through the night, dyeing the sea a crimson hue.
"Save your life, don't throw it away easily."
He straightened the collar of his pristine white navy coat, his voice as cold as a knife.
"Because I need you all to accompany me on the road ahead..."
"Slay through this ocean!"
……
Six o'clock in the morning, Niuwang Mountain.
As dawn broke, the once lifeless campsite was thrown into chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up.
"Hurry up! What the hell are you all dawdling about!"
"Hey you! Stop playing dead! Pick up your knife! Or I'll kill you right now!"
The military's supervisory team was fully armed, with the dark muzzles of their guns pointed at a group of ragged, fierce-looking men.
That was the "Vanguard Commando" that was forcibly recruited.
More than 3,000 thugs who used to lord it over Niuwang Mountain and live a life of luxury under the Bull Demon King's command were now being crammed into dozens of dilapidated, converted fishing boats like livestock.
Each person was given a machete, some of which were even slightly dulled, or a sharpened steel pipe.
This is their equipment.
Want to live? Sure.
They charged to the front, shielding the fleet from bullets and feeding the sea monsters.
If you survive, your past transgressions will be forgiven; if you die, well, that's just bad luck.
"Why should I?! I refuse to accept this! I want to see General Chen!" A bald, burly man was still shouting, trying to incite emotions.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
The big man had a bloody hole between his eyebrows and fell straight into the sea, splashing up a small wave.
The surroundings fell silent instantly, with only the sounds of rapid breathing and swallowing saliva remaining.
Chen Yan stood on the bridge of the Zhenyuan, watching this scene through the bulletproof glass, his face expressionless.
A kind heart cannot command an army.
For the sake of the more than 90,000 elderly, weak, women and children behind them, these scum must die, and they must die a worthy death.
"Ugh—!!!"
The mournful and desolate sound of the steam whistle tore through the sky once again.
The massive fleet slowly started up, like a winding steel python, leaving behind the stench and sinful Niuwang Mountain, and plunged into the deep red sea in the west, which was marked as extremely dangerous.
P.S.: Today's update (3/5).