SWDnovel Chapter 640 The Stuttering Girl Appears
Chapter 640 The Stuttering Girl Appears
Chapter 640 The Stuttering Girl Appears
The chaotic battlefield was like a bloody meat grinder.
The filthy energy beams crisscrossed, the roars of distorted creations and the dying wails of time-space remnants intertwined to create a suffocating background noise.
Tang Zijun's figure moved swiftly and agilely among them, her gun flashing repeatedly as she precisely intercepted and annihilated attacks coming from all sorts of bizarre angles—a huge mass of corrosive acid, a mental shockwave condensed from a screaming face, and even a metal claw covered in fleshy growths that suddenly pierced out from a time rift.
Each energy collision sparked a blinding flash, and each dodge was fraught with danger.
Although Tang Zijun's breathing remained steady, the focus and solemnity between his brows showed that he was under considerable pressure.
He was dancing on the edge of a knife, while simultaneously trying to decipher the chaotic rules of this space and search for the source of that faint aura.
In stark contrast to Tang Zijun's busy schedule was Chang Lei, who was in the distance.
He was like a gentleman strolling leisurely through a blood-soaked gallery, his steps unhurried, his posture even carrying a touch of the languid elegance unique to the aristocracy of the old era.
An invisible cloak of deception, seemingly woven from the deepest night and the most subtle lies, gently enveloped him.
Beneath this cloak, Chang Lei's presence was distorted and diluted to the extreme by deception.
Those twisted creations that were tearing and biting wildly, their ferocious compound eyes or energy sensors swept across his location as if sweeping across a void, their gazes not lingering for a moment, continuing to pounce on the prey in their eyes or fight each other.
Those recurring afterimages of time and space, whether it be the screaming and running scavengers or the soldiers fighting bloody battles, all ignored him, as if he were just a ghost that did not exist on this stage of death.
He gracefully sidestepped, letting pass a massive figure wielding a flesh-and-blood hammer, locked in combat with another metal beetle monster. He even had the leisure to extend a finger and gently brush over a dark red crystal of pain suspended in the air, resembling a solidified teardrop.
He felt a burning pain and a chilling, venomous sensation on his fingertips. He frowned slightly, then a dark red flame ignited at his fingertips, silently annihilating the crystal.
"Tsk tsk, what terrible taste." Chang Lei muttered to himself, his blood-red pupils like the most sophisticated scanner, calmly observing every detail of this chaotic inferno.
He noticed a giant scorpion, half of which had been blasted apart by Tang Zijun and pieced together from the remains of an AI and the tissues of an alien creature, collapsing in the purple mist.
But just seconds later, near where it fell, on another writhing, purplish-black carpet of flesh, the outline of a giant scorpion with an almost identical shape began to rapidly condense and take shape. The substances that made it up seemed to be attracted by an invisible magnetic force, flying in from all parts of the battlefield and forcibly piecing them together.
This is not a resurrection, but rather an immediate casting using local materials.
The afterimages of the Ashwall Third Patrol soldiers reappeared in the same spot, facing the same thick fog, uttering the same roar, and then being torn apart by the same massive scythe-like limbs.
Every playback is flawless, like a fixed segment etched onto a time-space film.
Their pain, fear, and despair grew thicker and more... palatable with each death, as if this space was greedily absorbing this pain that had been repeated countless times.
Chang Lei's keen sense of deception caught a subtle suction force. The monster remains purified and annihilated by Tang Zijun, the dissipated afterimages, and even the painful emotions permeating the air... all transformed into extremely subtle, viscous, oily dark red energy flows, which were being drawn in.
Chang Lei's gaze followed the almost invisible dark red energy streams, his blood-red eyes flashing with insightful light.
He gracefully dodged an energy beam that had inadvertently swept past him but posed no threat, and walked to Tang Zijun's vicinity. Watching Tang Zijun being besieged by several energy arrows shot from different points in time, Chang Lei said softly.
"Do you see those energy threads?" They extend like spiderwebs from every dead, screaming, and suffering thing, but nothing can inherit this negative energy.
"Thanks for reminding me—" Tang Zijun's voice was a little rushed. "But didn't you see I'm busy?"
Chang Lei's deception cloak rippled slightly as he gracefully turned to the side, dodging the aftershock of a purification shockwave that Tang Zijun had unleashed during the battle.
"So what I mean is, no matter how hard you fight here, it's useless. The war here will never stop. In a sense, this place is like a surface world that has already been activated, but its scale is countless times more powerful than that of the surface world."
Tang Zijun blasted a monstrous bird, a fusion of data ghosts and flesh, to pieces with a single shot. He glanced at Chang Lei, who seemed uninvolved, and couldn't help but whisper, "Could you lend a hand?"
"My deception skills only work on myself here."
Chang Lei shrugged and then looked into the distance.
"Heh... Now I know why there are rumors about traces of the gods of the ages." This kind of sinister environment that can forcibly distort spacetime and matter does indeed seem like a grand scheme that only those high and mighty guys would pull off. "...It's just a pity."
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He paused, a cold mockery flashing in his bloodshot eyes.
"...Even those guys themselves probably don't know that such a strange thing has appeared in their own backyard."
The moment he finished speaking, the cloak of deception, granting him an observer's perspective that transcended the chaotic spacetime, acted like the most sophisticated radar, suddenly capturing the edge of the purplish-black aura at the core of the furnace.
It was an extremely small fluctuation point, yet it seemed out of place amidst the endless filth and chaos.
A small, thin figure!
She was wrapped in a tattered, stained, and unidentified slime-covered cloak, the hood of which almost covered most of her face, but Chang Lei recognized her silhouette immediately—it was the mysterious stuttering girl from the surveillance footage.
Her condition was extremely bad.
The cloak was torn in several places, revealing equally tattered clothing and pale, bloodless skin underneath.
Like a frightened little animal, she stumbled, rolled, and dodged across the rugged, sometimes undulating ground.
Its movements were clumsy and flustered, yet it possessed an almost instinctive premonition of danger, narrowly avoiding each metal claw that pierced from the void or a trap filled with fangs that suddenly split open beneath its feet.
What followed her were not only the distorted creations or spatial afterimages she had seen before, but also monsters made of pure, flowing, viscous, dark purple negative energy.
It has no fixed form, like billowing filth and thick smoke, sometimes condensing into a multi-legged outline that gallops forward, sometimes spreading out into a poisonous fog that descends. Its pursuit is unpredictable, sometimes swooping down from the solidified blood-red sky, sometimes suddenly taking shape from the purplish-black stream flowing in front of the girl.
Each strike was driven by an intense, greedy desire to devour pure life; wherever it passed, even the writhing stone flesh would sizzle as it was corroded.
"Found her! It's her!" Chang Lei's voice suddenly rose, carrying a rare urgency, and accurately reached Tang Zijun's ears as she dodged and weaved under the attack of several energy beams. "It's that little girl, she's being chased and can't hold on much longer."
Tang Zijun suddenly slashed out with her sword, the dark blue sword energy forcefully deflecting a deadly energy beam. She used the force to retreat, her gaze sweeping like lightning in the direction Chang Lei was pointing.
With just one glance, his heart sank.
The girl was in a precarious state. She clearly didn't have much fighting ability and was only managing to keep up by a faint "purifying light" that seemed to briefly interfere with negative energy. Each dodge exhausted her strength, and her steps became increasingly unsteady.
The monster, formed from pure negative energy, attacked more and more frequently and with increasing lethality, like a shark that had smelled blood.
"What are you waiting for?" Tang Zijun's voice was filled with an undeniable urgency. He was surrounded by several energy beams shooting from different time gaps, locking him in with no way to dodge, and it would be difficult to escape in the short term. "I can't use too much power, or this place will be completely finished!"
"Tsk, all he knows is how to boss people around." Chang Lei complained, but his movements were as fast as a ghost.
The cloak of deception that enveloped him flowed like the night, and he instantly transformed into an imperceptible, uncatchable phantom. Ignoring all the monsters tearing at each other and the recurring dramas of death along the way, he moved with near teleportation speed, silently yet swiftly cutting towards the desperate trajectory of the small figure being chased.
Chang Lei's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the writhing monster and the swaying cloaked figure in front of him. The power of deception gathered at his fingertips, like an invisible, deadly illusionary net ready to be cast upon its prey.
Tang Zijun let out a low shout from behind, and the energy of spacetime exploded like a star, forcibly tearing through the energy beams that were attacking her, trying to open a path. Her gaze was also fixed intently on the direction of the little girl.
The purplish-black light surged violently, as if it were roaring excitedly at the delicacy it was about to devour. Suddenly, the stuttering girl's feet lost their footing, and a seemingly solid piece of ground abruptly transformed into a viscous trap flowing with strong acid.
Losing her balance in an instant, her scream was choked in her throat, and she fell backward in despair, while the monster had already condensed and taken shape above her, transforming into a filthy energy maw that devoured people and swallowed them down.
With a snap, the girl's body turned into scattered pigeons with a "thud".