SWDnovel Chapter 48 The Past of Half-Drow
Chapter 48 The Past of Half-Drow
High above the heavens.
Liang Jiu sat on a cheap white plastic chair.
"Master," Jane's voice came from beside him, "Although you never take my advice, I still need to remind you that you shouldn't waste your divine power on unnecessary things."
"Don't you find this interesting?" Liang Jiu looked at the faint light in the snow below. "I thought you'd be more gossipy than me."
"Intervention across species, polluting the bloodline of one's own core relatives?" Jian stated the facts, "I don't understand this logic."
"Alright, I was even thinking of having you be their bridesmaid someday."
"I must remind you that your divine power consumption has exceeded the previously set danger threshold." Jane changed the subject without any emotional fluctuation. "Another god has arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, the void on one side spread out like ripples on water.
Li Qinggu came out.
"You sent Sun Lang to wear me down?" She looked at Liang Jiu sitting on the plastic chair and sneered. "But unfortunately, he failed."
"You're overthinking it," Liang Jiu said, leaning back in his chair. "The only agreement between us is that he has to exhaust all his divine power. As for how he does it, that's his business."
"Stubborn." Li Qinggu's gaze fell upon the battlefield below. "I hope that when the sea of corpses finds your kin, you'll be just as stubborn as you are now."
"You'll see them soon. Before long, they'll be eager for battle too." Liang Jiu raised his hand. "Would you like to sit?"
Divine power coalesced, and an identical white plastic chair materialized out of thin air opposite him.
Stable and incredibly lifelike. Even the rough plastic edges on the chair legs are replicated flawlessly.
His control over divine power was incredibly precise; this was the result of his training over the past few days.
Li Qinggu didn't look at the chair.
"Have you given up on yourself? Wasting your divine power on such trivial matters." Her gaze swept past Liang Jiu, locking onto the faint light below, heavily surrounded by the horde of zombies. "Or do you really have some trump card? Is it that human down there?"
"What do you think of him?" Liang Jiu smiled. "Great, right?"
"If he dies, it will severely damage your health, won't it?" Li Qinggu's voice turned cold.
Liang Jiu did not refute.
He stood up from the plastic chair.
"I'm sorry."
Liang Jiu stretched his body and looked down at the wind and snow.
"I just responded to a family member's prayer."
He looked at Li Qinggu, his tone matter-of-fact.
"I am their god, all-powerful."
"We can't let them down."
"Then let's go. I hope you can last longer than Sun Lang." Li Qinggu looked at Liang Jiu, who remained motionless. "What, are you going to maintain your gentlemanly manners and wait for the lady to make the first move?"
"I wouldn't dare exaggerate."
Liang Jiu hadn't finished speaking.
The white plastic chair suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a sky full of raging divine chains that twisted and lashed towards Li Qinggu.
Li Qinggu's eyes turned cold, and several divine artifacts appeared around his body. Sharp bone spikes forcefully broke through Liang Jiu's strangulation blockade.
High in the heavens, a divine war erupts.
……
Beneath the vast sky, the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas was completely swallowed up by thick, dark clouds, with rumbling thunder.
Drawn by the divine power above, the eerie green soul fire in the eye sockets of tens of thousands of undead on the snowfield intensified. They descended into utter rage, recklessly lunging at any living thing within their sight.
Outside Shimu Village.
The kobold warriors who had just fought their way out of the city gates were the first to be hit, and the pressure increased dramatically.
They are the blades that pave the way for ordinary people, with the elderly, women, and children behind them.
There is no way to retreat.
The battle lines began to falter, and casualties began to occur.
And their fallen comrades. Their bodies, defiled by the curse, convulsed and twisted, then gripped their weapons once more, rising to become enemies that the defensive line had to slay.
The shadow of death hangs heavy in the hearts of all the living.
But all of this has nothing to do with a mixed-race drow.
In a void where no one can see.
Liz opened her eyes.
The golden light faded, turning into starlight.
Darkness returned to the field of vision, with scattered lights illuminating the distance.
She looked down at her shrunken hands.
"A hallucination? Or a dream? What a twisted sense of humor, God."
Liz smiled bitterly, understanding her predicament under the power of the gods.
She returned to the cave from her memories, back to her childhood.
The dim firelight flickered on the rock face.
As a child, she huddled behind the stalactites like a mouse, watching what was happening in front of her.
Her parents.
A pureblood male drow and a human female swordsman.
A ridiculous combination.
In the society of the Zhuoer, men often appear as slaves; they are of low status and mediocre talent.
Ironically, this pitiful appearance won the woman's sympathy. The naive female swordswoman thought that as long as she drew her sword to save this dying alien and embraced him with love, she could save him from the abyss.
She dreamed that they could become companions, supporting each other and overcoming difficulties together in this land of kobolds.
The naive woman quickly succumbed to sweet talk and fell hopelessly in love with a foreigner.
She even named her daughter Liz, after Elise, the "dark girl" who represents redemption. She hoped that her mixed-race daughter would follow a different path from her father.
But a male drow who has fled his tribe has no intention of embracing a new life. All his pretense stems from his fear of the sword in the female swordsman's hand, his fear of force; madness, resentment, and twisted nature have long been ingrained in his bones.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, evil and cunning.
This is Zhuo Er's nature.
This inherently evil bloodline is not worthy of redemption.
Not far away, a man was holding a wooden bowl, speaking in an elegant and affectionate tone.
The woman believed his lies and, without any suspicion, took the wooden bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The poison takes effect extremely quickly.
The woman had a smile on her face until she died.
Liz stared at the scene before her, her face expressionless.
She turned around and spoke into the void, her voice echoing between the rock walls.
"And then, the gods of mankind."
"If you're just trying to mock me with this kind of trick, you're probably going to be disappointed." Her gray eyes were expressionless. "These things are no longer my nightmares."
She had long since moved on from those memories; otherwise, she wouldn't have acquired the extraordinary profession of patricide.
She was simply furious, furious that the gods were toying with her memories.
There was no response from the void; the gods were not here.
Just then.
Footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave.
"Tap, tap."
The rough soles of the boots sank into the slippery rocks.
Liz's pupils contracted, and she turned her head sharply, her hand instinctively reaching for her waist, only to find nothing.
A tall figure walked in from the darkness of the cave entrance.
The flickering flames from the disc player dispelled the surrounding chill and illuminated that sharply defined face.
Xin Zang.
He didn't know why he had come to witness this murder.