Before he could turn around, he saw a group of unharmed refugees running past him, their coats wrapped around their necks.
Xiao San was stunned. He turned his head to look and saw more and more refugees running past him.
He turned around and stared blankly at the key gate, from which people were continuously pouring out, some carrying stones and others carrying branches.
Those who had left have returned.
These people rushed towards the rat swarm without any order, jumping and stomping wildly when they encountered rats, and slapping them hard when a rat crawled on them.
Someone had their ear bitten by a rat, and the person actually tore off a piece of flesh from their own ear, then stuffed the rat's head into their mouth and chewed and bit it.
These people from modern civilized society suddenly became as brutal and savage as wild beasts, and others followed suit.
More and more people rushed to the defensive line, starting with the refugees who were still queuing, followed by a continuous stream of people rushing out of the key gate.
To get the key gate closer to the defense line, someone even carried the key gate forward by 500 meters!
In just 10 minutes, the breach opened by the black rat swarm was blocked again by the crowd of people!
The third man behind the defensive line felt a lump in his throat. He wiped his eyes and grabbed a middle-aged man, asking, "Family member, why are you back? Didn't you run away?"
The middle-aged man said, "I'm back now, so please don't be so pessimistic!"
The mistress quickly explained, "I'm not trying to be mean, I really don't know why you came back?"
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Damn, I don't know either!"
Perhaps it's for the new world you're talking about.
It might also be for your passionate enthusiasm.
In short, we're back.
Long live the new world!
Zhang Mengqian stood upstairs, silently watching this scene.
He witnessed people running out of the key gate again, and saw the crowd replenish the defenses, which filled him with emotion.
This is the power of a nation. He recalled what his boss had said: No nation has ever been as tenacious and courageous as we are.
You only need to give them a little hope, and they will dare to follow you to save the world.
At that moment, Zhang Mengqian recalled her experience in the Lower Three Districts and thought to herself, how could that be? What kind of rotten people were they? They were all swindlers, cheaters, lazybones, and good-for-nothings. Boss, you don't think that just by putting electricity on them, you can teach them what propriety, righteousness, and shame are.
But now he believes it.
In an instant, Zhang Mengqian looked beyond the defensive line and saw a surging black tide rising again.
"Another swarm of rats is coming!" he shouted hoarsely.
But his pot broke, and his voice became hoarse, so he couldn't make a sound.
There isn't enough time for many people to rush out of the Key Gate. The number of refugees who were queuing up earlier is only a few hundred thousand, which is not enough to stop the new rat horde!
Zhang Mengqian panicked, but he had no choice. If the rat swarm reached the defense line, everyone would die!
what to do?
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...
In the frigid north, Li Shutong sat cross-legged with his eyes closed at the foot of a small hill.
Sitting cross-legged opposite him was a middle-aged man dressed in white linen robes, the great demon Qing Ji.
Li Shutong asked, "When will you open the Shadow Gate for me?"
Qing Ji shook his head: "The patriarch said that it's not time for you to be there."
Li Shutong sneered: "You've used so many lives as bargaining chips, you're too heartless. If it weren't for our years of friendship, I could kill you right now."
Qing Ji laughed and said, "It's better for millions of people to die now than for tens of thousands to die in a few months."
Li Shutong fell silent. It seemed that everything was a preordained fate, and now he was to appear like the most ferocious pawn in the place where he was meant to be.
The Qing family head, who had been 'missing' for a long time, was not actually as muddleheaded as people thought.
Just then, the satellite phone in Qing Ji's arms rang, and someone whispered on the other end, "It's ready."
The next moment, Qing Ji stood up and opened a shadow door in the shadow of the hill: "Please."
"What, is it time?" Li Shutong stood up.
Qing Ji laughed and said, "I'm not asking you to save Qing Chen, but rather to help him, as his master, preserve the most precious thing: people's hearts. The people of the Lower Three Districts cannot die, otherwise who will sing their praises?"
“You’ve schemed and plotted all you want,” Li Shutong said with a cold laugh, dusting himself off and stepping over the threshold.
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Zhang Mengqian, who was on a high-rise building, was about to run downstairs when she suddenly saw a dark door opening on another high-rise building: "Mr. Shadow?"
No, it's not Mr. Shadow. Mr. Shadow has already left.
Who could it be?
Zhang Mengqian saw that the person who walked out of the shadow gate was... the boss's master.
After learning that his boss was a knight, he searched for news related to knights more than once, and longed for the world of knights more than once.
Zhang Mengqian stared blankly as Li Shutong appeared on the rooftop of the building above the swarm of rats, as if he were a god descending from the heavens.
Then, I watched as the other person took a deep breath and exhaled!
In an instant, a cloud of air swept out, as terrifying as a typhoon tornado!
The roar echoed across the land!
The clouds, carrying snow from the late spring cold snap, swept over the million-strong rat horde in an instant, cutting through it like a knife. The massive, black flood of rats vanished in a flash.
The flesh and blood on the rats were dried and cleaned by the blow. Unlike Qingchen's breath of cloud, Li Shutong's breath shattered the rats' bones!
But that wasn't all. Wherever the tornado passed, the quick-drying concrete of buildings was destroyed, exposing the hard steel bars inside!
It must be a celestial being in a drunken frenzy!
They carelessly crumpled the white clouds!
After being reminded by Qing Chen, Li Shutong kept using the Zhunti Breathing Technique to suppress the knight's true energy in his body until it finally turned into liquid drop by drop.
The demigod's cloud of mist is the complete form of this deadly move in the human world!
Compared to Li Shutong's cloud of energy, Qing Chen's B-grade cloud of energy was like an ant or a mayfly in front of a giant whale!
Zhang Mengqian looked at everything before her: the rat swarm that was being wiped out with overwhelming force, and the three destroyed buildings.
So this is what a knight is!
This is a knight!
Zhang Mengqian watched this scene with rapt attention, his head lowered, lost in thought.
Some time later, he suddenly raised his hand and gouged out his mechanical eyes.
dark.
Engulfed in darkness.
The dragonfish-blessed Xiao Gu trembled, the sound of the wind, shouts, breathing, and heartbeat filling the air.
Everything came together to present him with a vast panorama.
That was the power that hundreds of thousands of people suddenly gave him, stimulating all his senses except his eyes, and propelling him to go even further!
It was as if he knew the very texture of the earth.
It was as if he understood the mood of the world.
My eyes are dark, but my heart is bright.
Zhang Mengqian was once confused. He should have embarked on the path of cultivation when his boss gave him the Zhunti Dharma, and he was also doing well when the boss gave him the Wanshen Leisi.
What am I waiting for?
Why am I so unwilling to accept this?
Zhang Mengqian only found out today.
It turns out that this was the path he wanted to take.
Chapter 693, One More Battle
In the old days of knights, knights represented the pinnacle of individual combat.
Li Shutong had once fought with Shadow. Even when Shadow, who was also a demigod, used the Time Domain, Li Shutong was able to easily break free with his powerful life force field.
In the battle against Chen Chuanzhi, the previous demigod of the Chen family, the gods and Buddhas in the painting tried their best but couldn't even touch the hem of Li Shutong's clothes. It took the formation of countless Buddhas to stop this knight leader, and even then, they still couldn't stop him.
As for Kamishiro and the fire pit, everyone has been tortured by them.
Knights are a strange, inherited organization. They have no affiliation to any power group and no conflict of interest with most corporations, yet they evoke a sense of shared suffering among demigods worldwide.
They're all younger brothers.
The problem is that knights only have individual combat capabilities. When facing a field division, they will likely be overwhelmed by numbers because none of them have much group combat ability.
In contrast, other lineages that can reach demigod status.
The Chen family: a lineage of painters, with demigods possessing countless gods, accumulating power over nearly a century, capable of being a master of a million.
Hu's Intelligence Agency: Sword Inheritance, the Twenty-Four Jade Heart Swords of the Demigods, at Noon, the world will be beheaded.
The Li family: The lineage of the Star-Picking Inheritance. A demigod is a banished immortal who can pluck stars from the sky and sink ten miles away with a wave of his hand.
The Qing Clan: A martial arts lineage, where demigods enter the Dao through martial arts, their every move drawing upon the will of heaven and earth, and their punches causing the space within a hundred meters to tremble.
Fire pit: A gift from the gods, a demigod is blessed with the power of the totem, capable of splitting mountains with a single strike and cleaving through thousands of troops.
Bystander: The wizarding tradition, a demigod wielding the Eye of True Sight can freeze ten miles and cause meteorites to fall from the sky.
The Age of Gods: A legacy of Onmyoji, where demigods can control 12 shikigami to launch a massacre against a regular army. While the Kirisuke and Gomen inheritance is powerful, it doesn't offer a direct path to becoming a demigod; it relies entirely on luck.