Chapter 10: Grand Truth Spell: Nine Infants!
Wei Gong Shirou felt incredibly lucky. He originally thought he couldn't dodge the sneak attack from the Dead Servant's blind spot, but in a moment of crisis, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way—in fact, he just shifted his body slightly, and the guy happened to pounce and strike the bundle of Alchemic swords and quiver he was carrying on his back.
Thus, the stab that would have penetrated a human body transformed into a blunt strike. After enduring a wave of shock that rattled his internal organs, he was sent flying out of the encirclement, then, using the momentum, he rolled five or six times on the ground to dissipate the force.
His performance was obviously too outstanding, attracting the attention of these Dead Servants, causing them to attempt to eliminate the threat by surrounding him… This meant that Dead Servants, having lost their human rationality, still possessed some kind of strategic intelligence… Or was it similar to a beast's hunting instinct?
Pair after pair of greedy and wary Golden Eyes met his gaze in the darkness, their bodies restless, like they were warming up before an attack.
Wei Gong Shirou met their gaze without blinking.
Suddenly, he turned and ran, incredibly fast, quicker than a sprinting leopard in the blink of an eye, leaving the slow-witted Dead Servants, who were still in a standoff, stunned.
Wei Gong certainly didn't plan to fight a group of Dead Servants alone. The incident with that ordinary girl (Su Xiaoqiang) reminded him that he needed to check on the situation of his two other companions in the battle group.
Unexpectedly, Old Tang, who was perceived to have the weakest frontal combat ability, was completely fine. This veteran hunter was still hiding in a corner, sneakily firing cold shots, and not a single Dead Servant had come to "enthusiastically PK" him.
"No way, Old Tang, your luck is so insane!"
"Hahaha, not at all, Wei Gong brother, you are unparalleled in bravery… No, go check on Brother Zhou! His situation isn't good, he seems to be surrounded! Go that way!"
Although the battlefield was becoming more spread out, Old Tang was still a qualified support. Zhou Yuxuan's ability to fight and maneuver until now was also due to Old Tang's fire support. So Wei Gong entered the battlefield at the fastest speed.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Three Alchemic arrows flew into the darkness, each accurately hitting a Dead Servant's face, causing it to cry out in pain and fall to the ground. But Wei Gong still looked grim. Three, four, five… There were no fewer Dead Servants here than in the encirclement he had just been in. Conservatively estimating the remaining Dead Servants in the transport vehicle, if the total remaining number was calculated, there might be no fewer than twenty.
Zhou Yuxuan seemed to have also killed the two unknown individuals who drove the transport vehicle, but facing the siege, the unlucky Zhou Yuxuan was far less composed than Wei Gong Shirou—
His Alchemic gun was completely scrapped due to frequent overheating and overloading from the Dead Servants' external forces. Besides the heavy Broken Dragon Terrace, he could only use his Word of God to control multiple steel bars and scattered iron sand to fight. However, these attacks, except for those that struck eyes and mouths, were easily blocked and evaded by the Dead Servants' claws and tail whips…
It was clear that these were just ordinary iron; their strength level was far lower than Wei Gong's Alchemic swords. His Word of God: Iron Flow also couldn't control metal to instantly complete the Alchemy process—to the extent of "killing metal, giving new life, creating regenerated metal."
As for close-range contact with Dead Servants to control the metal elements within their bodies, that would be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, seeking death… The high-pressure battle led to his physical strength nearing its limit, and what was worse, he had suffered significant injuries, his blood flowing and emitting a fishy smell into the air, making the bloodthirsty Dead Servants' eyes even more excited.
In Zhou Yuxuan's eyes, a predicament slowly leading to death had already formed… if he didn't use this "Broken Dragon Terrace."
He gently stroked the bronze ring-hilted heavy sword in its dark scabbard, a Dragon's roar echoing in his ears. This was a treasure passed down by the Zhou Family from ancient times, a weapon that sealed a "living spirit."
As is well known, Alchemic weapons, due to their "regenerated metal" material, surpass ordinary swords in terms of toughness, hardness, sharpness, and other data. But regenerated metal also has another characteristic: it can contain more spirituality.
Sealing "living spirits"—living souls—as sacrifices into the weapon during its forging makes the weapon itself even more miraculous. The Zhou Family believes that the gan jiang and mo ye twin swords, which may exist in the "Three Kings' Tombs," are high-level Alchemic weapons into which human souls were cast.
And the Zhou Family's Broken Dragon Terrace, which seals a Dragon living spirit, will release even more incredible power… But the price is enormous. Historically, countless people in the Zhou Family have had their souls devoured by drawing the Broken Dragon Terrace. Among the currently existing Zhou Family members, only Wa Zhu survived by passing the Broken Dragon Terrace's trial.
Splash, splash, the sky was as dark as ink, and the pouring rain fell like a painting.
Zhou Yuxuan wiped the blood flowing from his forehead. His body, constantly exhausted from frequently activating his Word of God, was as tired as an old engine about to stall. He sighed softly in his heart, now it was his turn.
In terms of talent and strength, he was far inferior to Wa Zhu, so he didn't believe he could be a lucky survivor.
"Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yuxuan immediately saw Wei Gong Shirou, who was charging into the battle group like a raging torrent, his twin blades spinning like wind, cutting the Dead Servants and making black blood splatter, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.
"Your Excellency Wei Gong, I'm sorry, please help me hold them off. I need to endure the trial of the Broken Dragon Terrace and pay the price to unleash the noble phantasm!"
"How can this be? Leave the activation of the noble phantasm to me!"
Wei Gong saw Zhou Yuxuan's condition. How could he use a noble phantasm in such a state?
He snatched the Broken Dragon Terrace, and an invisible domain unfolded. His Magic Circuits possessed the ability to analyze. During his student days, Wei Gong could repair electrical appliances precisely because of this ability. It applied equally to the activation of a noble phantasm.
"Brother Zhou, please tell me the information about the noble phantasm… the origin of this bronze sword!" Wei Gong held the sword and confronted the Dead Servants.
Understanding the history of a noble phantasm is also a necessary part of analysis. This also benefits the completion of his noble phantasm projection technique.
Maybe he could project this thing himself someday.
"Cough cough… The 'Wushan County Annals' records, 'It is said that King Yu guided water here, and a Dragon went astray in the waterway, so he slew it, hence the gorge was named 'Wrongly Opened' and the platform 'Dragon Slaying Platform'… The Broken Dragon Terrace, which seals a Dragon soul, was created by King Yu slaying the Dragon on the Dragon Slaying Platform to obtain its soul, and by the divine maiden Yao Ji."
Honestly, Zhou Yuxuan didn't intend for Wei Gong to activate the Broken Dragon Terrace.
Wei Gong Shirou was now someone Wa Zhu valued and the Zhou Family recognized. He believed that even if he sacrificed his life, Wei Gong should remain safe. But his condition was too poor, and pulling out the Broken Dragon Terrace might not even gain the living spirit's approval…
Pitter-patter. The rain poured down.
Zhou Yuxuan prepared to charge into the Dead Servant group, a fleeting thought crossing his mind.
…In comparison, Wei Gong's talent in Alchemy made him feel ashamed; in terms of talent, he might even surpass Wa Zhu. Perhaps while Wei Gong accepted the Broken Dragon Terrace's trial, he could risk his life to hold off the Dead Servants.
"Buzz—!"
What? Zhou Yuxuan's eyes widened. He saw Wei Gong, after only touching the scabbard for two seconds, pull out the heavy ancient sword.
A continuous, low, lingering sound, like a Dragon's roar, a lingering sound from which Zhou Yuxuan actually discerned an emotion of joy, similar to a Dragon's language!
Under his almost dumbfounded gaze, Wei Gong Shirou raised the Broken Dragon Terrace and unleashed a sword wind tens of meters long. The heavy rain reversed its flow, converging into nine Dragon-shaped water pillars!
That was… Grand Truth Spell (Super Word of God): Nine Infants!
