txolops Chapter 47 Blood Escape
Chapter 47 Blood Escape
The world created by author Mdou80 is all in "Primordial Era: Starting with Slaughtering All Gods and Buddhas".
The black chain core made a muffled thud, like a giant beast's heart being struck by a heavy hammer.
thump.
The entire Broken Pulse Camp trembled.
Huang Chen huddled in the shadow of the beams and pillars, his back pressed against the damp, cold stone wall, clearly feeling the ground trembling beneath his feet. The next moment, the lock vein patterns buried in the brick seams, walls, and edges of the sacrificial trough lit up simultaneously, dark red blood light emanating from the black lines, like countless thin snakes crawling out of the stone and creeping towards the entire camp.
The water curtain channel tightened with a "whoosh".
The originally translucent waterfall suddenly solidified into a thick curtain of iron-blue color, with the shadows of chains rubbing against each other and making a sharp, grating metallic sound.
The fishy smell suddenly became stronger.
It wasn't just the smell of blood; it was the smell of human flesh soaked for a long time, mixed with limescale, medicine residue, bone ash, and wet mud, which went straight into my nasal cavity.
Huang Chen held his breath, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his mind sank.
The system panel unfolds in view.
[Host: Huang Chen]
[Realm Level: Early Stage Earth Immortal]
[Battle Body: Intermediate Witch Clan Battle Body (High-Level Completion)]
【Karma: 72341】
[Magic Items: Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus (Imitation), Wind-Stabilizing Pearl, Soul-Destroying Chisel (Fragment), Mountain and River Traversing Boots]
Main Quest: Investigate the Source of the Gonggong Department's Anomalies (2/3)
Huang Chen's gaze lingered on "72341" for a moment before shifting away.
More than 70,000 karmic debts, that seems like a lot.
If it were a direct confrontation with the Xuanjia Witch Supervisor, it might not be enough.
The fact that that guy could shake the entire Broken Pulse Camp with a single hammer blow means that he has already connected with the Pulse Locking Array and the Black Chain Core here.
This isn't the wilderness, nor a secluded valley; it's not a place where he can slowly wear down his opponent using the terrain. A head-on confrontation, once dragged into a battle formation, would likely end in his demise.
"We cannot linger in battle."
Huang Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, and he tasted a hint of rust on the tip of his tongue.
It's not an injury.
It's like there's blood in the air.
Footsteps could be heard outside.
"Seal the inner warehouse!"
'
"The gates must not be opened below the altar!"
"Light all the lamps in the secondary sacrificial altars and check for people!"
'
Shouts rose in waves, boots pounded the ground, armor clashed, and canal water slapped against the walls, like a pot of boiling murky soup.
Huang Chen did not move.
He first placed his hand inside his robes, touching the imprint of the pulse-suppressing array. It was icy cold.
There was wear and tear on the edges. His gaze swept over the chandelier above, the stone pillar, the secondary sacrificial trough on the left, and then fell back onto the sealed water curtain, his mind quickly going over the circuitry.
The right path is gone.
Then let's blast our way through.
He slowly exhaled, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and forced the Wind-Fixing Bead half an inch out of his sleeve. The bead did not emit light, but only trembled slightly in his palm. The surrounding air instantly condensed, and even the tiny water droplets that splashed up slowed down.
Huang Chen crouched down and slid down from the shadow of the beam, his feet landing almost silently.
In the secondary sacrificial trough ahead, a grayish-black liquid was slowly flowing along the trough wall. Several emaciated human laborers knelt beside it, their necks and wrists all chained, being driven by two canal-locking soldiers to pour urns of ashes into the trough.
One of the laborers' legs gave way, and the urn containing ashes scattered all over the ground.
The sergeant raised his foot and kicked.
"Useless! You dare to delay the ritual? Do you want to drag everyone else into filling the ditch with you?"
'
The laborer was kicked so hard that his forehead hit the edge of the trough. He didn't dare to utter a sound, he just trembled.
Another boy, disheveled and with shoulder blades protruding like the back of a knife, clung tightly to the man, whispering, "Uncle, get up, get up quickly..."
Huang Chen glanced at it.
It is Lan Gu.
The boy's face was covered in ash, and there was an old wound under his right eye. He was thinner than before, looking like he could break at the slightest breeze.
But those eyes weren't quite dead yet; a fierce determination lingered beneath the fear.
Huang Chen flicked his finger lightly.
A tiny pebble flew out and hit another array node on the edge of the secondary sacrificial trough with a thud.
"who?
'
The sergeant suddenly turned his head.
In the instant he turned to the side, Huang Chen had already pounced to the other side of the sacrificial trough, pressed his palm down, and directly slapped the imprint of the Zhenmai Array Diagram into the auxiliary pattern interface of the secondary sacrificial trough.
The array pattern paused for a moment.
The next moment, they were misaligned.
boom!
The entire sacrificial trough seemed to have been punched through from the inside, and the black and red liquid suddenly exploded, sending up ashes, water mist, gravel, and sparks that splashed everywhere.
The screams instantly erupted.
"The secondary tank has collapsed!"
'
"Someone has made a move!"
"Grasp--"
Before the soldier could finish his sentence, Huang Chen burst through the dust and crashed into his arms, slashing his throat with his black iron sword.
Hot blood sprayed onto Huang Chen's face, warm and sticky, mixing with bone ash to form mud.
Another soldier raised his gun and stabbed.
Huang Chen tilted his head to dodge the spearhead, gripped the barrel with his left hand, and slammed his knee into the man's abdomen, making his eyes bulge out. Immediately afterward, he swung his black iron sword upward, blowing off half of the man's face, including his helmet.
"run!"
Huang Chen snorted softly.
Lan Gu was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Huang Chen, her lips trembling: "You..."
"Shut up, lead the people to the lower level of the rift!"
Huang Chen kicked the chain post next to the sacrificial trough, breaking the iron chain and causing the stone bricks to bounce wildly.
Several laborers stood there, seemingly still in shock.
"Keep kneeling if you want to die!"
"Huang Chen turned around and roared.
That shout was like a whip lashing out.
The kneeling people all woke up at once and scrambled backward.
The commotion caused by the explosion of the secondary sacrificial vessel had alerted everyone in the surrounding area.
On the high covered bridge, dozens of pale lights turned simultaneously, illuminating every face in the smoke and dust as if it were dead. Huang Chen raised his hand and summoned the Wind-Fixing Pearl. With a flash of light, a section of the water curtain passage in front of him suddenly froze, and the waterfall seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, abruptly stopping for a moment.
Only one breath left.
enough.
"Get out of the way!"
The Mountain and River Boots beneath Huang Chen's feet emitted a burst of spiritual light, and he took a step down.
Click!
The floor tiles cracked on the spot.
The second step.
Cracks crawled wildly down the brick joints, shooting into the foundation like black lightning.
third step.
With a loud bang, the thin layer of stone on the side of the secondary sacrificial pit collapsed completely, revealing the dark interlayer underneath.
A stench assaulted the senses, like a long-sealed morgue suddenly being exposed to the wind. Countless thin chains hung from the pit walls, their ends binding people and a few small demons.
Those little demons were so thin they were just skin and bones. Some had jackal ears, some had gray scales covering their faces, their backs were covered in branding marks, and their eyes were filled with terror.
There are more lower-class humans.
They were densely packed in the narrow tunnel, their hands and feet strung together, barely clothed, their skin white and rotting from being soaked in the canal water.
Someone looked up and saw the sky light breaking through the cracks above, but didn't move.
It felt like a dream.
Huang Chen felt a lump in his throat.
It turns out it wasn't just a simple offering.
It's like using people to fill a canal.
"Cut the lock! If you can move, help the people next to you up first!"
'
Huang Chen's voice was low, yet it sounded like a piece of iron being smashed into water.
Lan Gu jumped down immediately, picked up the dead soldier's short knife, and frantically tried to chop a chain, even chipping the blade of the knife.
His eyes were red with anxiety, and he turned around and yelled, "Help me! All of you help me, fucking help me!"
'
Finally, someone rushed forward.
Someone threw stones at it.
Some people just bite it with their teeth.
The alarm bells above are already ringing loudly.
"The intruders are in the secondary tank area!"
"The lower layer is cracked!"
Seal it up immediately!
"The Xuanjia Witch Supervisor has decreed that anyone who tampers with the sacrificial altar shall be executed without mercy!"
'
Huang Chen looked up and, through the smoke and lights, saw a tall, dark figure turn around from the direction of the platform.
Xuanjia Shaman.
The man was clad in heavy black armor, the plates inlaid with tortoise-shell patterned bone plates. He held a heavy hammer in his right hand, the hammerhead still stained with the dark blood that had been shaken off the core of the black chain. He didn't rush in; he simply stood on high ground, his gaze sweeping over the scene inch by inch, as if he were selecting a corpse about to be dismantled.
"It's you again."
The Xuanjia Shaman's voice was not loud, but it drowned out the surrounding noise.
"You were the one eavesdropping in the waterways last night."
Huang Chen did not answer.
He was bending down and tearing the collar off a convict's neck, his knuckles turning white.
The Xuanjia Witch Supervisor stared at the collapsed pit and the churning crowd inside, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"it is good."
"It saves me the trouble of throwing them down one by one."
'
After he finished speaking, he raised the heavy hammer.
Deep within the camp, several black chains tightened simultaneously, emanating countless agonizing screams, as if souls were being ripped from the bones.
Huang Chen's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he looked in the direction of the sound—a gray altar sealed behind the sacrificial trough had cracked open, filled with gray-white powder and bone fragments, and the Xuan Tian Sect mark was branded on the altar wall.
Soul ashes.
Soul Ash used for chain stabilization.
They used people to fill the canal and used the soul ash of the Xuantian Sect to stabilize the pulse array.
The irrefutable evidence is complete.
The system panel suddenly vibrated slightly, and a task notification flashed by for a moment.
Huang Chen didn't have time to look closely. He grabbed an old laborer who could barely walk and pushed him directly to Lan Gu.
"Take them down into the ditch!"
'
"But you—"
"roll!"
Lan Gu gritted his teeth, helped the person, and crawled deeper into the crack.
Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from the direction of the camp gate. It wasn't the chaotic rush of pursuers who had scattered, but a well-organized counterattack.
Huang Chen turned his head and saw that at the other end of the canal bridge, Shen He had already led his men back.
Shen He was covered in wet armor, his face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and there was blood still on the halberd in his hand.
He had obviously been urgently recalled to camp midway through the patrol, and when he saw the collapsed lower level and the scattered laborers, his eyes twitched violently.
"Lord Witchcraft Supervisor, seal the crack first!"
'
The Xuanjia Witch Supervisor did not respond immediately.
His gaze was fixed on Huang Chen, like a nail.
"Take him first."
Shen He also saw Huang Chen, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The two men exchanged a glance across the chaotic crowd, neither uttering a word. Shen He flicked his wrist, brandishing his halberd, and led his men forward.
"Stop him!"
The soldiers of Suoqu swarmed forward.
Huang Chen charged back towards the crowd.
If we retreat now, we will be blocked.
The first soldier had barely raised his sword when Huang Chen closed in, his shoulder slamming into his chest, denting the armor plates. The black iron blade then plunged in under his ribs, twisting horizontally, and blood and bits of flesh immediately gushed out from under the armor.
The second person chops down from the left.
Huang Chen raised his arm to parry, the blade scraping against the edge of the black and yellow armor, sending sparks flying and making his arm go numb.
He swung his elbow back and smashed it into the opponent's face, the sound of bones cracking was terrifying.
The third and fourth people pounced almost simultaneously.
Huang Chen didn't dodge. Instead, he spun around, his Mountain and River Boots carrying him half a zhang along the ground, his body resembling a piece of iron thrown horizontally. The two soldiers couldn't stop their momentum and collided with each other.
Huang Chen turned around and severed one of the men's necks with a single stroke, then raised his hand and shoved the other man's head into the shattered sacrificial trough.
"ah--"
The scream had barely begun when a torrent of putrid liquid filled his mouth and nose.
Shen He had already charged close, his halberd tearing through the air as he aimed straight for Huang Chen's back.
Huang Chen suddenly bent down, the halberd blade grazing his back, tearing off a piece of his clothing.
He grabbed a soldier's corpse and slammed it behind him. With a flick of his wrist, the corpse was split in two, and bits of flesh flew everywhere.
"You really dared to come."
"Shen He gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. "You didn't die last time, where do you think you're going to run this time!"
"You'd better survive tonight first."
'
Huang Chen uttered a sentence, and the blade pressed down, slicing straight into Chen He's knee.
He slammed his knee into the river, deflecting the blade's momentum, and then swept the halberd shaft horizontally.
Bang!
Huang Chen felt a tightness in his chest from the blow, his feet slid back three steps, and a mouthful of metallic taste immediately rose in his throat.
He forced the blood back down, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the Xuanjia Witch Supervisor raise his left hand, his five fingers gripping a section of black chain.
wrong.
It's not about surrounding them.
It needs to be nailed.
Huang Chen's scalp tingled, and his body moved before his thoughts could even register, as he lunged towards the side rift.
"Hiding now?"
'
The Xuanjia Witch Supervisor spoke coldly, flicking his arm.
laugh!
The black chain, like a streak of dark light, instantly pierced through the chaotic crowd.
Huang Chen only had time to move half an inch to the side.
The next moment, I felt a chill on my right rib.
What followed was the excruciating pain of flesh being torn apart.
A black chain pierced through his body, its head barbed, entering through his right rib and exiting through his back. Huang Chen's vision went black, he staggered half a step, and all the sounds around him seemed to fade away like bubbles in water, leaving only his own heavy, rapid breathing.
Hot blood trickled down his side, dripping onto the broken bricks with a soft patter.
Xuanjia Wujian clenched his five fingers.
"Kneel down."
The black chain tightened immediately, and Huang Chen's entire body was pulled backward by that enormous force.
The barbs scrape into the flesh, causing excruciating pain that makes your spine go numb and even your bones feel cold.
"Master Huang!
'
A shout suddenly came from the lower crack.
It's Ashi.
He had somehow ended up among the chained laborers, his face covered in mud and blood, climbing up the broken edge, his eyes red with rage.
Upon hearing this sound, Huang Chen became more alert.
We cannot be dragged back.
Once they were dragged to the feet of the Xuanjia Witch Supervisor, all the people who had just been released from the camp would have to be thrown back into the ditch.
Huang Chen whirled around, grabbing the black chain with his left hand, his palm instantly raw and bleeding. The chain was cold and piercing, like a living thing, burrowing into his flesh and trying to wrap around his veins along the wound.
He gritted his teeth, reached directly into his robes with his right hand, and pulled out the Soul-Destroying Chisel - Remnant.
The moment the short, black chisel touched his hand, a sharp hiss immediately echoed in his mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, Huang Chen swung his sword and slammed it down hard on the chain that was piercing through his body!
clang--!
Sparks erupted.
On the first strike, fine cracks appeared in the chain link.
The second blow sent numbness through Huang Chen's palm bones, splitting open his hand and leaving half of it smeared with blood.
The third time.
click!
The black chain finally broke in one section.
The broken chain snapped back violently, and the Xuanjia Witch Supervisor's expression changed for the first time, as if he hadn't expected Huang Chen to have something capable of damaging the black chain. With a flick of his wrist, the broken chain lashed out, sending two soldiers in front of him flying who hadn't had time to dodge.
Huang Chen wasn't much better off.
The moment the chain broke and the body was detached, the wound on the right side felt like it had been ripped open, and blood gushed out.
He swayed, his foot slipped on half a broken brick, and he fell diagonally toward the edge of the side rift.
He rushed forward, intending to deliver the final blow.
Huang Chen raised his hand and flung out a Nine Nether Soul-Slaying Talisman (Advanced). Black light shot out along the ground and exploded in front of Shen He's feet. Shen He reacted quickly and blocked the attack with his halberd shaft, but he was still stunned by the shock. His soul felt as if it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and his vision went white.
Just this one moment.
Huang Chen flipped over and leaped up, covered in blood, and plunged directly into the churning underground sacrificial channel below the side rift valley.
Pfft!
The icy sewage instantly submerged my head.
That wasn't ordinary water; it was filled with bone fragments, ash, medicinal liquid, and rotting flesh that had been soaking for who knows how long, the stench assaulting his senses. The moment the water entered his wound, Huang Chen's hands and feet twitched in pain, and he nearly choked on it.
The angry shouts, the footsteps of the pursuers, and the dragging of chains from above, carried across the water, became muffled and distorted.
"Chase them down the canal!"
'
"Light the lamp! Seal the front door!
'
"Don't let him run off along the sacrificial path!"
Huang Chen opened his eyes in the murky, dark current, but could not see anything. He could only rely on the echoes of the water veins he had just sensed to forcefully push his way towards a narrower branch canal on the left.
Blood was flowing continuously from his right rib, and the blood streaks spread out in the black water, as if being dragged by something.
Suddenly, another commotion broke out behind them.
Someone shouted from up there.
"Master Witch Supervisor!
The lower lock slots are fully open!
The person escaped!
Many people have run away!
"The Soul Ash Warehouse is cracked too—"
The roar of the Xuanjia Witch Doctor crashed down through the thick layer of stone, shaking the canal water.
Huang Chen crashed headfirst into the narrower ditch, his shoulders and back scraping against the rough stone walls, causing his skin to ache. He raised one hand and pressed it hard against the wound on his right rib, while his other hand groped for the protruding stone edge in the black water, his breathing as rough as a broken bellows.
Suddenly, small stones began to fall from above.
A pale light leaked in through the crack, illuminating something floating in the canal water.
Ash.
bone.
There was also half a soaked and rotten Xuantian Sect receiving talisman paper.
Huang Chen glanced at it, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and continued crawling forward.
The water rushed past my ears, like countless wronged souls weeping softly in the darkness.