The screams echoed through the dense forest, startling away the birds and beasts that had already fallen asleep.
A few minutes later, several wild beasts, attracted by the scent of blood, waited for a moment before slowly approaching an open space a hundred meters away from the wooden house. After letting out excited growls, they charged forward.
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The sound of chewing can be heard!
The moonlight slowly spilled down, dispelling the darkness. A group of hungry beasts lay on a small hill made up of hundreds of corpses, enjoying the divinely bestowed feast.
The next morning, Xu Le went outside. My bloodstains had been washed away by the morning dew, leaving only faint dark red traces. There was no trace of yesterday's blood and flesh, and everything seemed to be calm.
Xu Le slowly walked to the recliner. Not long after, a shadowy warrior brought over a soldier whose hands and feet were bound.
The soldier was pale, his body trembling uncontrollably, his pupils dilating involuntarily, as if he had witnessed something terrifying. His face was pale, and his lips were cracked from dehydration. He came to Xu Le and knelt down with a thud.
"Which side are you from?"
Xu Le picked up an apple, took a bite, and casually asked.
"I..." The soldier paused in his panic, then replied, "I am a member of the Moon Worship Cult. If you kill me, our leader will definitely not let you off!"
"Oh, is that so!"
Xu Le responded nonchalantly, then extended her slender finger and lightly tapped her forehead. Intense pain swept through the soldier's body, and it felt as if countless ants were tearing at her soul.
"Ouch! It hurts! I'm willing to talk about it!"
The soldier, tears and snot streaming down his face, writhed on the ground, screaming and begging for mercy!
He said he no longer had the mood to continue playing with him, nor did he want to play any torture games. He directly used the Sheep Talisman to read all of his memories, even though there were spells to cover it up, allowing him to see the truth of the matter.
Following the connection in my memory, a golden light shone brightly, shrouded in black mist, with divine energy constantly fluctuating and radiating outwards.
Xu Le flicked his finger, and the energy within his body condensed into a single point that collided with this aura. Although the aura was much stronger, it was too weak, like milk diluted a thousand times, no longer tasting its original flavor, and was easily crushed.
"So it was this guy."
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Chapter 275: Fine Poems
Luo Geng sat in his seat, with a beautiful maidservant serving him beside him. Compared to yesterday, she had a more mature charm. Luo Geng's eyes were lewd. After his meteoric rise to power, even the emperor treated him with great respect. This made him extremely confident, and his words were no longer as respectful as before. Instead, they had a hint of taking the initiative.
"Why should Your Majesty worry? With these soldiers empowered by divine forces, capturing a few people is a piece of cake!"
Looking at the worried-looking Witch King, Luo Geng said nonchalantly, and secretly reached behind the maid with one hand to begin massaging her.
Suddenly, Luo Geng's blood and qi surged, as if an invisible and terrifying force swept over him, like a giant hand squeezing his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Pfft!"
Luo Geng's face turned from green to white, then from white to red. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, soiling the white tiger carpet on the ground. He knelt on the ground, panting heavily, with large beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Upon seeing this, the Witch King quickly stepped forward to help him up and asked with concern, "Divine Messenger, what's wrong?"
Luo Geng painstakingly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, the hundreds of soldiers I cast the spell with are all dead, and a terrifying expert even managed to shake my soul with the spell! If it weren't for the secret treasure protecting me, I would have been dead without a burial place!"
After saying that, he took out a piece of black jade pendant from his bosom, which turned into ashes and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Luo Geng regulated his breathing and asked the Witch King, "Your Majesty, I remember these people went to invite the princess back to the palace. Since they are dead, then the one who made the move must be that man named Xu Le!"
"Divine messenger, I instructed my subordinates to bring the princess back at all costs. I wonder how well they are carrying it out!"
The Witch King chuckled awkwardly. He was just a mortal with no talent for cultivation. He only knew of the Moon Worship Cult Leader's power, but he had no concrete idea of just how powerful he was.
It's like when a programmer tells an ordinary person that learning a certain language is difficult; they usually only have the impression that it's difficult, but they don't know exactly how difficult it is.
After being turned away when he invited Lin Qing'er and her daughter back to the palace yesterday, the Witch King encountered a divine messenger. With his help, he transformed several hundred soldiers into Black Blood Warriors, each capable of lifting hundreds of kilograms of weight. Each of them could fight ten against one, and a hundred of them charging into battle together was enough to kill an army of thousands. This caused his suppressed ambition to begin to flourish.
Being a puppet emperor is not a pleasant experience. He is controlled by others at every turn. He has had enough of having to be subservient to others and having to get the approval of the Moon Worship Cult Leader to implement any decree.
So he wanted to have someone bring Zhao Ling'er back, and then use the people to blackmail Zhao Ling'er, thereby driving Xu Le and the Moon Worship Cult Leader to fight each other to the death, from which he would profit!
But imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel!
"Then, divine messenger, what should we do now?"
The Witch King clenched his fists instinctively when he thought of Xu Le's arrogant gaze that regarded him as an ant. However, he was also worried when he remembered what Elder Shi had said: that this person could rival the Moon Worship Cult Leader.
The divine messenger looked at the cowardly witch king with disdain, but still maintained a respectful demeanor. "Your Majesty need not worry. The witch king is a person protected by the gods. If he dares to come, I will make sure he never leaves!"
The Witch King, recalling the divine power displayed by the gods, composed himself and smiled calmly.
"Oh, why did they come and never return? Let me see!"
Just as the two were laughing and talking, a voice rang out from inside the house. Xu Le stood at the door, watching the two guys who were flattering each other, and said calmly.
"The messenger of the gods, it is him!"
The Witch King slid off the stool to the ground, his legs weak and unable to move, and said in a trembling voice.
The divine messenger was startled when he saw Xu Le's amused gaze. He casually cast a spell and reached into his robes with lightning speed.
"Oh, what is this!"
The man known as the Divine Messenger had just touched the trump card in his pocket when he suddenly felt a cold sensation on his scalp. Before he could react, Xu Le grabbed the top of his head with one hand and lifted him up! His scalp felt like it was being tightly bound, causing him excruciating pain!
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