The Ancient Gods Chapter 1137 - 531: Battle of Order

Chapter 1137: Chapter 531: Battle of Order

Cheng Youyu was completely dazed, stunned by the overwhelming sound of cannon fire.

Fatty was just shocked by the great and terrifying sacrifice; his grandfather was among the sacrifices nad Sinners. There were many barriers and conflicts between the grandfather and grandson, but there was no ti for reconciliation before they were separated by life and death. At that mont, he suddenly felt the urge to wail because he vaguely understood sothing.

Professor Cheng, or rather the old Family Head of the Cheng Family, had long been thought of as having an eccentric personality and difficult to get along with, and had reached the age of senility, always favoring the irresponsible wasteful scoundrels.

Only today did Fatty realize the old man’s painstaking efforts.

Because the old man was a sinner, he had been atoning for his sins all these years, deliberately keeping a distance from the family’s blood relations. The reason for favoring those sons of nobles was probably just to use them as cannon fodder.

To protect the offspring he had truly chosen.

The old man’s last words were evidently a final testant; his choice to participate in this sacrifice was not necessarily to awaken the King through death, but to fulfill his long-held vow to atone for his sins through death!

Of course, he was not the only one heartbroken.

Xia Zhi knelt in front of the withered bones in the Zen Temple, her soft hand gently brushing over the charred skeleton, eyes revealing a sorrowful expression, like a little cat that had lost its owner, confused and helpless.

Professor Cheng was not her blood relative, but he was still a very important person. She had been wandering alone in this huge city for years; had it not been for the old man’s intentional or unintentional guidance, she might not have been able to make it to today. Despite the fact that he always wore a cold face without giving her a good look, she still carried little gifts to visit him during holidays, though she was always turned away, only to receive big red envelopes when she returned ho.

Cheng Youyu looked at this girl, seeing the sadness and lancholy reflected in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Fatty had no ti to ponder what all this ant, because the deafening roar had already sounded above his head, and the bright lights swept over the ground filled with bones, landing on him.

"The guys from the Judgent Court!"

Cheng Youyu shouted: "Run!"

The roar of machine guns was heard as bullets rained down, Fatty pulled up the bewildered girl and started running, the Qi Realm expanded but was imdiately torn apart by sword light.

On the helicopter, Mu Shiyu’s eyes flickered as she ordered: "Capture them alive."

Profound Yin and Huifeng Saints exchanged a glance, thinking this was a hostage situation.

The thods were indeed despicable, but very effective in such circumstances.

At the Holy Land Level, those on the Priest pathway already had combat capabilities; they possessed the ability to manipulate diseases. Back in the dark Middle Ages, there was a Black Sect composed of antisocial psychopaths and evil lunatics specializing in creating germs to cause destruction, and it took years for the Order World to completely eradicate them.

With a breath from the Profound Yin Saint, imperceptible germs were already wafting in the wind.

Huifeng Saint also raised a sniper rifle, aid at the prey in the Zen Temple.

Appearing as a hunting stance.

"Divine General Series will probably arrive at the battlefield in about ten minutes, no need for you to worry."

Mu Shiyu glanced at her watch. Having received ssages from her father and brother, she was now appointed the battlefield commander. Normally, any sensible person at this mont should realize they were being used as cannon fodder, yet her expression was unwavering, calm and collected.

Bang—a gunshot!

Cheng Youyu’s right shoulder was hit and a bloody hole was punctured through, causing his entire arm to hang from his shoulder.

The splattering blood sprayed onto Xia Zhi’s face, who exclaid in shock, "You’ve been crippled!"

"I damn well know I’ve been crippled!"

Cheng Youyu dragged her down the mountain, pain causing his lips to twitch, "The shooter is a Saint; they could easily kill us little Karimi with one shot, but they didn’t. That ans they’re planning to take us hostage to threaten Brother Lin and the others. If there’s really no other way... we might as well end ourselves?"

Xia Zhi was stunned; she saw Fatty pull out a dagger for her.

"Better to die with honor than live with disgrace, better than falling into their hands."

Cheng Youyu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Of course, you probably don’t want to go that far, after all, you were dragged into this. If worse cos to worst, you can end

and surrender yourself. My old man once taught

that a real man should stand tall and proud; even if he dies, he wants to win this battle. I can’t let him down; otherwise, I fear he’d beat

to death after I die."

Xia Zhi was surprised: "You’re Professor Cheng’s grandson?"

Cheng Youyu glared: "Of course, I’m also Cheng."

Xia Zhi realized this was a life-and-death mont, and fear struck her.

Of course she feared death, but also feared capture.

Surrender was indeed a viable option, yet her subconscious resisted doing so.

Perhaps because of the old professor’s death.

Perhaps due to the sadness in the young man’s eyes, which made one feel heartache.

Even though he was now missing.

Her hand trembled slightly as she accepted the dagger.

At this mont, they suddenly felt searing lung pain, their breathing becoming labored.

Black blood flowed from their seven orifices.

With a loud boom, the shockwave from the Void Dog Cannon explosion blasted them away.