in2ebook Chapter 330 Think about what the Great Han Chess Saint Association should do.
Chapter 330 Think about what the Great Han Chess Saint Association should do.
Chapter 330 Think about what the Great Han Chess Saint Association should do.
The parachute crashed into the frozen ground, mercilessly crushing large areas of ancient ruins.
Yuri had no intention of properly preserving the ancient ruins; his instincts told him to be careful of these alien artifacts.
They are not much safer than evil spirits.
The soldiers of the First Legion poured out of the drop pods, their keen senses already stirring as they landed in the city.
"You can see me from all sides."
Rahn's sharp gaze pointed deep into the ancient city. They had marked a passage leading into the mountainside beforehand, but strangely, that passage had now disappeared.
It was as if the mountain itself had moved and closed the passage.
He compared the map coordinates repeatedly to make sure he hadn't misread them.
"Mentor, the passage we marked has disappeared for unknown reasons."
When faced with a problem, he would report it directly to his superiors; that was his approach.
He didn't have this awareness before; bloodthirstiness, brutality, and belligerence were his true characteristics. But the transformation of him with the sharp blade has given him a new lease on life, putting a "rationality" shackle on him.
He found it enjoyable, as it allowed him to more calmly assess the situation and apply his wisdom.
His wisdom told him that the best course of action was to report it.
"Perhaps the terrain changes were caused by the Shoggoths' wriggling, but it's more likely that the demons altered the space here." Yuri observed the ruins and mountains, meticulously unraveling the reasons for the changes.
But there is someone who is faster than him.
Modi glanced at the ruins, casually reached out a hand, pinched a corner of the air, and then gently tore it apart.
As if a veil had been lifted, everyone immediately sensed a change in the ruins. The space shifted, the buildings shifted, and a deep passage appeared at the junction of the ruins and the mountain.
Its presence is not at all abrupt; it's as if it's always been there, and it doesn't seem out of place with the surrounding scenery.
Yuri and the other warriors all looked at Modi, who could only shrug and explain, "It's a simple spatial coordinate change; you could do it too."
After saying that, he thought for a moment and added, "This is a skill engraved in the very nature of evil, and it may take you some time to master it."
Yuri remained noncommittal. He turned to Rahn and said, "Let's advance."
The passage is open; nothing can stop Epsilon's blade from advancing.
They took various anti-demon weapons from the newly arrived underground transport vehicle and walked silently into the mountainside.
The cave was deep and dark, and the surrounding darkness seemed to be alive, rushing towards them desperately after sensing the presence of living beings.
The darkness, like a surging tide, squeezed the light emitted by the searchlight, limiting its illumination to a small area, far less than its performance in the outside world.
The warriors had no doubt that this was the demon's manipulation of the laws of physics.
Fortunately, they all had demonic fragments implanted in their bodies, so the reduced light had little effect on them, and their other senses compensated for the loss of vision.
"I can feel them, they're right ahead." Rahn couldn't help but reveal a bloodthirsty smile, the shackles of reason loosening slightly.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, and the modified particle beam weapon shone brightly.
The next moment, a ghastly green beam of light flashed by and disappeared into the thick darkness of the cave.
"Tekeli—li!!"
After a scream, the cave returned to silence. The soldiers cautiously approached and found a pool of yellowish-green pus on the ground not far away.
It was a Shoggoth, or rather, it used to be a Shoggoth.
It has now been restored to a pool of original thick soup.
"How's it going? How's my modified 'Restoration Beam' working?"
Modi is extremely concerned about after-sales service for his products, and he does not tolerate any negative reviews of his own products.
He either needs to rectify the issues or make the negative reviews disappear.
"It's very convenient and easy to use," Lahn answered honestly.
Compared to his previous "Geoid" particle beam weapon, this Restoration Beam Launcher is more user-friendly and has more functions.
In addition to the conventional mode that can turn organic organisms into primordial soup, there are also object repair modes and gene modification modes.
The object repair mode can repair any object, restoring it to its original, undamaged state, while the gene modification mode can transform creatures into mutants, thereby controlling enemies.
He just used the standard mode on Shoggoth; now he plans to try the genetic modification mode.
The ghastly green beam of light struck a Shoggoth precisely. Amidst howls, the Shoggoth's cells began to divide and differentiate wildly, transforming from a mass of amorphous matter into a bloody, crimson monster.
"The cells of the Shoggoths are relatively primitive, so inducing differentiation is not that difficult, and the possibility of mutation is greater than that of other organisms in the world today. They have basically not evolved over the years."
After Modi finished speaking, Yuri added, "It's also possible that those Shoggoths that evolved have long since evolved into the various creatures that exist in the world today."
Since learning that humans in this world may have evolved from Shoggoths, he began to think about how humans should face the Shoggoths within themselves if one day human genetic technology becomes advanced enough to touch that part of the Shoggoth genes.
If not handled properly, it would undoubtedly be a major biochemical disaster.
"Epsilon foresaw this, so we have an obligation to try to solve it, rather than leaving this problem to our descendants," Yuri thought.
If we simply hand over every difficult problem to future generations, under the guise of "believing in the wisdom of posterity," it is undoubtedly an irresponsible act.
Yuri had a vague idea in his mind, but he needed time and resources to verify it.
The First Legion continued its advance, encountering numerous Shoggoths within the sunless mountain interior. Some were only the size of a normal person, while others were larger than a train.
These ancient mythical creatures have lingered here for countless years. Despite this, time has not washed away the brutal nature deep within their genes, causing them to attack any alien life they encounter.
The amorphous protoplasmic bodies rolled over the frozen soil, rushing headlong towards the sharp blades.
Ordinary people, upon seeing such a detestable creature, would likely be terrified by this otherworldly scene, either losing their reason or being overwhelmed by fear.
But the Epsilon Blades, fused with the demonic fragments, are different. They themselves have been ravaged by the demonic remnants during the modification process, and their fear is suppressed to the corner. When faced with something abominable, they will only draw their blades and step forward.
The restored beams intertwined to form a net of light, enveloping every Shoggoth that lunged at them. In the face of this advanced technology, they were nothing more than larger ants.
The Epsilon Blade didn't even need to use any demonic abilities to easily wipe out the enemies blocking its path.
"Mentor, the road ahead is clear," Rahn said in a deep voice.
"Let's keep pushing forward. Ahead lies the realm of the demons."
Yuri raised a hand, and his eyes shone with a purple light that symbolized spiritual energy.
As Epsilon's strongest psychic, he easily mastered this technique after acquiring the theory of prophecy.
He can make both prophecies and counterprophecies with ease.
He had foreseen the danger ahead, and by the same token, the danger ahead had foreseen him.
One person's prophecy is the medium through which another person's prophecy is made, and it is also the bridge that is built between them. Whoever wants to win in this game of prophecy depends on their ability to reverse the prophecy.
In a mere instant, Yuri performed thousands of calculations, fixing his own vulnerabilities while simultaneously attempting to breach the enemy's firewall.
But the enemy was still too strong. There was more than one demon on the other side, and their numbers were not fixed, decreasing or increasing every moment.
The struggle lasted only a second, but the attacks and defenses on both sides occurred countless times.
"If you can't gain an advantage in the game," Modi's voice suddenly interrupted, "then why not think about the Great Han Chess Saint?"
What would the Great Han Chess Master do at this moment?
In an instant, Yuri understood.
He no longer cared about winning or losing the game; a vast surge of spiritual energy erupted, impacting the entire chessboard constructed by the divination technique, and violently overturned it.
As a result, the chessboard was overturned, and the opposing player was also hit hard by the chessboard.
Yuri was momentarily disoriented, and the moment the chessboard was overturned, he also suffered a backlash.
Fortunately, the chessboard has been smashed and the secrets of heaven have been stirred up, so no one can gain any benefit from the prophecy.
This is a tactic that kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of your own.
"So, just like fishing, you have to remember to wear a helmet when playing chess."
Modi spoke slowly, and casually sent him a copy of the psionic shielding technology, which was what he called the "helmet".
"Psionic... what is that?" Yuri digested the knowledge in the blink of an eye and extracted the keyword "psionic".
This was an energy he had never encountered before, and it seemed to have some similarities to spiritual energy.
"An upcoming gift, a higher form of spiritual energy," Mordy said. "You can familiarize yourself with it beforehand."
Yuri remained silent, and the blades around him silently carved out a path.
They had ventured deep into the twisted, demonic realm within the mountain, where the surrounding darkness was thicker, and the light was compressed into a narrow space less than two meters around them, and it was still shrinking further inward.
More and more eyes were focused on them, and Rahn keenly noticed that as they went deeper, the surrounding sounds became quieter and quieter.
He could still hear his comrades' footsteps, but now he could only hear a faint sound, as if his comrades were getting further and further away from him.
"Mentor, you..." He turned around, his steps suddenly halting, and he subconsciously gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist.
Behind him, there was only thick darkness, and not a single person in sight.
"Is it an illusion? When...?"
As he pondered, the surrounding darkness seemed to wriggle, and then the light around him contracted rapidly as if being squeezed.
Through his demonic senses, Rahn could even hear the wailing of light being squeezed.
Something unseen is creeping in with the darkness, and the vanishing light is the best evidence of it.
"Hiding your head and showing your tail." Rahn became increasingly calm, and this calmness was for an even more violent outburst.
He closed his eyes, temporarily relinquishing his vision and allowing the demon's senses to reach their full potential.
The next moment, he gripped the hilt of the sword, his spiritual energy, imbued with the corrupting power of demons, clinging to the blade. With a powerful slash, he shouted, "I see you!"
A flash of cold light appeared on the blade, tearing through the dense darkness around him, and Rahn was able to see the light again.
"ah!!"
A sharp howl echoed deep within the cave, breaking the silence, followed by heavy footsteps and labored breathing.
"Lahn, what's wrong?" his comrade asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I was just attacked by a demon." Rahn shook his head. "He dragged me into a dark, silent space and tried to finish me off there, but he failed and even took a stab from me."
He sheathed his sword and pointed it forward.
"He's still there; he can't have gone far."
Yuri stepped forward, extended his hand, and shook it from afar.
A surge of purplish-red spiritual energy erupted, reaching out towards the unknown darkness ahead.
A moment later, a ball of mist, bound by psychic energy, was dragged over.
The surface of the mist revealed a starry sky-like color, dazzling and brilliant, just like the demon that Mordi had once captured.
The only things they have in common are the same color and the black hole-like eye in the middle, if you can call it an eye.
"A low-level demon," Yuri said.
The fog struggled restlessly, its surface colors becoming increasingly magnificent, like vibrant camouflage or the breath of someone in distress.
Yuri keenly noticed a knife mark on the surface of the mist, proof that Rahn had injured him.
"Stay vigilant and take a headcount every now and then. Be careful of sudden increases or decreases in the number of people," he instructed.
The deeper you go, the larger the cave becomes, easily accommodating even hundreds of sharp blades.
The darkness at the edge seemed endless; no matter where they went, the surroundings were always empty darkness.
“This place is unbelievably large,” Yuri said. “Something must be distorting the space here.”
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"And clearly," Mordy continued, "the culprit behind all this is right ahead."
Yuri became even more vigilant, his mental energy sweeping across every inch of darkness ahead, constantly alert to the appearance of evil spirits.
"Report! Antonio is missing!"
There was a slight disturbance in the blade, but it subsided on its own in a short while.
Yuri glanced at the empty space in the group, his brow furrowed. He knew without a doubt what had happened.
"It must be the work of evil spirits."
"Antonio may be in the same situation as me," Lann said in a deep voice. "Whether he survives or not is up to him."
"He will," Yuri said calmly. "Keep moving forward."
After some time, the group was still circling around the cave.
It wasn't that they wanted to go in circles, but rather that the entire space of the cave was distorted, making the shortest distance between two points no longer a straight line.
According to Modi's prediction, going in circles is the best way to reach the destination as quickly as possible.
"I can sense another demon ahead... wait." Yuri suddenly paused.
Without a word, all the blades stopped simultaneously, raised their weapons in unison, and stared into the depths of darkness.
Under everyone's gaze, a figure slowly walked out. He was dressed in the standard uniform of the First Legion, with a knife at his waist and a gas mask on his head, looking no different from a sharp blade.
Notably, his left arm was missing, and the armor on it was gone. In addition, he was dragging something with his right hand.
That was... a lump of mud-like demon.
"Salute to you, mentor. Number thirty-seven, Sharp Blade, Antonio, requests to rejoin the team," the Sharp Blade said.
Staring into the eyes behind his mask, Yuri remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "I welcome you back to the team, but you are not the Antonio I know... Who exactly are you?"