The Archangel of Death - Chapter 413
413: Do Not Read 413: Do Not Read Chapter 360 “Fire!” Laser beams of different colors fell on the creatures advancing towards them, but no matter how many they fired, no matter how many fell to the assault of the laser beams, the strange creatures who seemed humans, beside the fact that they were trying to kill them, would just get back up when their blood would reattach their bits like strings.
If that wasn’t enough, the number of such strange beings was increasing one by one.
As more of the guards fell, they arose from the dead to join the other strange humans in killing them.
At first, it was just an insignificant number that the guards could easily handle with their guns, but once they started to run out of ammo and began to get outnumbered, there was nothing saving them from becoming one of the dead themselves.
Ahmad stood at the balcony of the meeting room, looking down at the chaos that was happening.
There were all sorts of people down there: Asians, Europeans, Middle Easterners, and every ethnicity there was in the city.
The most horrifying fact was that some of them were the people he had seen.
Some of them resembled his skin color.
The people down there, killing everyone, were his very own people, and not just his, but the people of every councilman present in the meeting room.
These were the humans of the city.
Their city.
The humans of Alanel had somehow become those strange creatures, and they were killing people left and right, increasing the number of dead, increasing the number of the strange creatures that attacked them.
“What is happening?” Samson couldn’t help but ask as he approached the balcony and looked at the scene below.
“I have no… idea,” Ahmad said, but before he could do anything else, he spotted a familiar figure standing in the crowd of the dead.
He was also looking at him.
As Ahmad saw the expression on that figure’s face, unbridled anger surged within him as a white hue began to emit from him.
Without hesitation, he jumped down from the balcony and landed below, just behind the barricade where the guards were still fighting the advancing dead.
He took one gun for himself and pointed at the crowd of the dead.
The gun fired an energy beam unlike anything else.
The sheer power and destruction of the gun were incomparable to any other.
It wasn’t because it was an advanced gun.
It was because of the difference in ammo.
The ammo being the shooters themselves.
~~ “Spirituality?” Wei Jun asked Guardian, who nodded and said, “I see you cultivate Qi, my lord.
An unconventional choice, but great regardless.
As for the spirituality, a power of life, similar to Qi, but not in the same sense.” “You see, Qi also is a branch of life.
It not only enhances your power, but it also enhances your life.
It makes you physically stronger and lets you live a long time.
However, it doesn’t help with the mentality of a human body.” Wei Jun attentively listened as Guardian explained everything.
“You see, a mind, no matter how strong, ages as well.
It, in the end, succumbs to the insanity of the world.
Cultivators may be immune to physical diseases, but they aren’t safe from the mental ones.” “Dementia is a prime example of that.” [He’s right] [Many cultivtors have a strong body at an old age but a weak mind] [That’s why the training of the mind is important for a cultivator] The system pitched in, giving a bit of its own insight, which Wei Jun greatly appreciated.
Their points made sense after all.
Not to mention, they were important pieces of information Wei Jun needed to have in order to advance his strength.
“Spirituality, however, is different.” “Qi takes hold in your abdomen, otherwise known as a dantain.
Spirituality, on the other hand, takes hold in your mind, making you mentally stronger.
In one sense, Spirituality can be reagreded better than Qi, because there are ways to keep the body from aging such as valrious herbs, elixirs and magics.
However, nothing in the world can keep a mind from aging.” “But that doesn’t mean Qi is any lesser than Spirituality.
Both have their plus and minus points.” “Now, as far as sprituality is concenred, the power of mind is often used to tackle problems such as arrays, witchcrafts that others cannot understand.
Such things.
Theoretical, in one word.” “However, what if a race advances so far forward that they manage to create weapons that use their own mind-harnessed energies to shoot world-ending rays?” “That is what the people of Alanel have become.
Their weapons are so far advanced that they don’t need any ammunition.
They simply need to shoot with their mind, hence making their weapons dangerous accordingly to the wielder.” ~~ Wheezz!!!
Wei Jun moved to the side to avoid the beam that vaporized many of the humans.
Before he could react, the beam once again wiped out another line of zombies, decreasing their number by a good bit.
“Fwoo~” Wei Jun couldn’t help but whistle at the destructive power of the beam before he moved once again, avoiding another beam.
It was highly destructive, and Wei Jun could tell that he wouldn’t be unscathed after it.
As expected, the destructive power of the beam was unlike anything Wei Jun had ever seen.
The power that lingered in the air once it passed by him, Wei Jun could tell, was pure.
Purer and more powerful than anything he had ever faced before.
Well, maybe not more than one thing.
He slid on the ground once more as another beam passed by him.
It wasn’t hard to avoid those attacks after all.
“Their minds may be supernatural…” Wei Jun remembered Guardian’s words, “But their physical bodies can never be compared to a cultivator’s.” “Their senses may be able to perceive you due to their minds, their eyes wont be able to follow you because of their limitation.” Wei Jun smirked as he found the theory uttered by Guardian to be the truth.
Wei Jun moved once again to avoid not one but two sets of beams.
Samson, who stood in the balcony, seemed to have joined in.
He jumped from the balcony as well and landed in between the crowd of zombies.
Before anyone could do anything, a milky white hue emitted from him, which spread in his surroundings like wildfire, like an explosion’s force.
It blew everything in its vicinity into nothingness.
Wei Jun couldn’t help but marvel at that power.
But it wasn’t the time to admire anything.
There were ten more individuals just like Ahmad and Samson, waiting to join.
“I guess you really are the strong ones.” Wei Jun muttered as he saw Samson making his way through the white fire like it didn’t affect him in the least.
A sword in his hand, one end of which was glowing as if it was made of blinding light, a fire so condensed it could saw through everything.
The heat emitting from that sword could be felt so far away that even Wei Jun’s senses tingled.
They told him the most dangerous among all the twelve council members was the old man walking towards him slowly with a sword in his hand.
Wei Jun kept his gaze on the old man, the coldness in his eyes conveying his true intentions.
Samson returned that gaze with an equally amount of chilliness.
Wei Jun moved his head to the side, the beam from Ahmad’s gun passing him.
Wei Jun shifted his eyes to him, the heat from the beam grazing his face as it healed from the intense burns thanks to his Death Qi.
Wei Jun said, “Don’t be so hasty.
Your turn will come when I deal with this old man.” Samson waved the sword in his hand and got into a proper battle stance as his clothes began to transform.
The robe he was wearing began to change shape like it had a mind of its own.
It began to cover his whole body, along with covering his arms, hands, chest, thighs, calves, and feet.
It almost covered all of his body like body armor, which then began to glow in a bluish light as Samson spoke, “Taking me so slightly…” Samson moved, just a slight step, and Wei Jun hurriedly moved to the left, a horrified expression on his face as he saw the place he was just standing at.
Samson stood in his spot, the sword in his hand, deep into the asphalt or whatever material the ground was made of.
Samson shifted his eyes, his sword still in the deep ground as he slowly pulled it out and said, “…Will be the cause of your downfall.” Wei Jun felt electric thrills flowing down his spine as his senses screamed at him.
One simple fact he realized after just that one move.
The old man was strong.
“Old man.” However, that didn’t mean he was scared.
With a maniacal look in his eyes, Wei Jun said with the most terrifying grin on his face, “You will be the most fun to kill.”