ATPnovel Chapter 89 Sneak Attack
Chapter 89 Sneak Attack
The game continues above the clouds.
After several rounds of play, a deck of cards had been laid out on the table.
Liang Jiu glanced at the bad cards in his hand and looked up at Su Cheng opposite him. Su Cheng calmly drew a King of Spades from his hand, preparing to place it on the table. Just as the card was about to touch the table, the black patterns on the card transformed into the Ace of Hearts in a very subtle fluctuation of divine power.
Liang Jiu reached out and pressed down on the card.
"Using divine power to change the cards?"
Caught red-handed, Su Cheng was not embarrassed. He naturally let go of her hand and leaned back in his chair.
"All's fair in war," Su Cheng said frankly. "But you're really relaxed; you even have the energy to keep an eye on the game."
He casually tossed the remaining cards in his hand onto the plastic tabletop.
Playing cards was just a test, but the result made Su Cheng a little suspicious.
From the moment he connected with the Divine Realm, Liang Jiu completely relinquished any interference with the battlefield below, not even giving it the most basic visual attention.
Because of the fog of war, have they now given up control of the battlefield?
"Aren't you going to look down there?" Su Cheng asked. "Are you completely relying on your family to fight the enemy on their own?"
"They'll handle it; the intelligent species are very reassuring."
Liang Jiu answered while gathering the cards on the table.
His words revealed his complete trust in his family and relatives.
Su Cheng frowned. He sensed something was amiss. Although Liang Jiu was idly playing cards and hadn't used any obvious divine magic targeting the battlefield, the way his divine power circulated within him was extremely strange.
A vast amount of divine power was continuously draining from Liang Jiu's body, as if flowing into an invisible bottomless pit, its destination unknown.
Since the divine power wasn't bestowed upon the family members, where did it go?
Su Cheng couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped guessing.
The direct probing was merely a feint; his true killing move had already been unleashed.
……
At this moment, in the divine realm below.
Far behind the main city wall, in a wilderness covered with low shrubs.
Priest Xinwu, leading a squad of elite warriors, was rapidly traversing the transport route. He held a bone staff, a symbol of his status, in his hand. According to the original plan, they were supposed to meet up with the grain transport team at a high point ahead.
The wind direction has changed.
A strong stench of blood filled the air, signaling impending doom.
Xinwu stopped in his tracks, and the soldiers behind him immediately dispersed and gripped their weapons tightly.
"Speed up," Xinwu ordered.
When they climbed over the gentle slope ahead and saw the scene before them, a collective gasp rippled through the group.
The transport team, which was supposed to be fully loaded with supplies, has been completely wiped out.
A dozen or so wooden carts lay scattered haphazardly along the roadside, their wheels broken. Sacks filled with grain and spare weapons were brutally torn open and scattered across the ground. The supply personnel responsible for escorting the provisions lay in pools of blood, their wounds marked by the ripping of sharp teeth and claws.
There were few signs of resistance at the scene, and the attack occurred silently.
Stronger individual skills make the advantage of surprise attacks even more dangerous.
It was a one-sided massacre.
The attackers didn't even stop to eat; they came solely to kill and cut off supply lines.
Xinwu walked up to a collapsed flatbed cart.
The bloodstains on the ground had not completely dried, and the attack occurred not long ago.
Su Cheng's elite Dire Wolves had already bypassed the impregnable city walls and infiltrated the Hearth Clan's rear like ghosts.
Suddenly, a strange sense of crisis welled up in Xinwu's heart.
The inner fire that sustained the extraordinary power within his body remained unresponsive, but instinctively issued a warning.
Golden light emanated from his body.
Xinwu's research into Buddhist power is not profound. Among the entire Xin clan, only his father, Xinzang, has truly reached a high level on this extraordinary path. As for himself, he has always served as a priest and has not had much energy to hone this power.
Although the Buddha light he emitted was faint, it was enough to dispel the abnormal fluctuations around him.
Under the light, the enemy lurking in the surrounding wilderness finally revealed its presence.
A dozen or so large mutated dire wolves were crouching behind the bushes, surrounding the team that had come to meet them.
Encircle and attack reinforcements.
What a cunning beast!
Xinwu smiled wryly and took out an iron nail hammer from behind his back.
Although most of their parents' superb martial arts skills were displayed by their older sister.
But this does not mean that he is a weakling who can only stand at the back.
With his extraordinary strength, Xinwu grips his weapon tightly and fears no one.
Battle is imminent.
The dozen or so mutated dire wolves did not rush forward all at once, but maintained a sophisticated formation, taking turns to attack Xinwu's team.
Xinwu swung his iron mace, smashing it down on the beast that charged first. The sound of bones cracking rang out, but what followed was an invisible repulsive force. The dire wolf, which should have been seriously injured and collapsed, was safely pushed back by the repulsive force, while Xinwu was forced back half a step by the recoil.
On the other side, a Spirit warrior raised his spear and precisely pierced the wolf's belly. No blood flowed from the wound; instead, scorching poisonous fire erupted, instantly setting the warrior's leather armor ablaze.
These mutated dire wolves not only possess extraordinary physical abilities and intelligence, but also carry entirely different superhuman powers. Their greyish-black appearance makes it impossible to discern what deadly attacks they may harbor, making them virtually impossible to defend against.
As the battle progressed, more and more beastly eyes lit up in the bushes surrounding the wilderness.
The wolf pack's encirclement continued to tighten, with more beasts constantly joining the battle. The Sin Clan warriors stood back to back, their defensive formation severely compressed. Several tears were torn in the leather armor of the Sin Warriors, their clothes stained crimson with blood.
The squad was plunged into a bloody and arduous battle.
As the defensive line was about to be completely overwhelmed by the beast tide, and in its most precarious moment, Xinwu gripped his blood-stained bone staff tightly. As a priest, he had opened a channel to communicate with the gods.
He was prepared to make a sacrifice.
"Great God, your people are being slaughtered. Please unleash divine punishment, and use me as a starting point to wipe out the evil enemy before us."
The prayer was conveyed through the spiritual connection.
However, what echoed in his mind was a clear and lively female voice.
"I'm sorry, the deity is not home right now. Please call back later."
Xin Wu stood frozen in place, nearly dropping the mace in his hand.
Before he could react, the voice in his mind suddenly paused, then rose in pitch.
"Hey, are you Xinwu?"
The other party seemed to have confirmed his identity, and their tone became more aggressive.
"Wait a moment, backup will be here soon!"
After leaving those words, Jane hurriedly cut off the communication.