Chapter 13 Ritual

Everything happened within seconds. It wasn't until this moment that Su Zhou's left hand, severed by Sukra, spiraled and fell to the ground. By this time, the situation had reversed. Even with a vitality surpassing ordinary people, Sukra was struggling on the ground, trying to stand. But without a doubt, he had completely lost his chance.

"Damn it... Damn it all!!!"

"If, the new era... arrives, my Naga Celestial Dragon Body..."

Muttering indistinct syllables filled with bitter resentment, Sukra's life was indeed rapidly fading away. One could see scales appearing on the tall Indian man's body, then flaking off, turning into ashes on the ground.

And Sukra's eyes vaguely transformed into dragon-snake pupils, beginning to condense into a gem-like substance.

He was unwilling, truly extremely unwilling... In the 'old era' before the arrival of the new era, before the awakening of transcendence, even cultivating the celestial technique of 'Eight Divisions Naga Celestial Dragon Body' would not achieve 'transcendence' without abundant spiritual energy. If only the world's spiritual energy were denser, he could have condensed celestial snake scales at vital points, enough to block bullets.

But resentment was useless. On the eve of awakening, even cultivating the Imperishable Golden Body and comprehending Bodhi would meet the same fate.

Su Zhou didn't understand Indian languages. He only knew that the other party was dying and probably cursing him. So, he simply aimed at Sukra's head and fired another shot, giving him a swift end. Then, he immediately turned and left, causing the Bedouin leader, who had witnessed Sukra's failure and was preparing to strengthen his shield, to be stunned.

--Because his hand was severed, he knew he couldn't stop the ritual, so he simply retreated? A decisive move, but useless.

The third-generation leader of the Holy Serpent Spirit Confraternity could sense that the 'reconnaissance team' members were rapidly returning. Although those dozen elites didn't have enough 'spirituality,' their martial prowess was not much weaker than Sukra's without weapons. In addition, there was a 'serpent spirit' following. That young brat would definitely not escape!

But, in the next instant, the white-haired Bedouin elder's eyes widened, revealing pure shock and fear in his bloodshot serpent pupils.

Because Su Zhou, with only one hand and most of an arm remaining, was carrying a black tube on his shoulder, aiming it at him at the entrance of the prayer hall!

--RPG!

He had left the RPG outside!

Using the end of his still-bleeding left arm to steady the RPG launcher, enduring the excruciating pain, aiming, Su Zhou's face was filled with madness, with a joyful smile. He didn't say anything, but simply pressed the launch button.

Boom! The firelight flared, and the high-temperature flames spewed out from the rear of the launcher, instantly burning out the oxygen in the narrow cave. Although this tail flame was quickly extinguished by the refreshing wind brought by the ouroboros shadow, the rocket had already ignited and flown out, accelerating in mid-air!

"Madman, madman! You want to drag me down with you?!"

"Don't even think about it!"

Seeing Su Zhou launch an RPG attack even with a severed hand, even the Bedouin leader, who had always maintained his composure, felt inexplicably terrified by this insane behavior. He shouted out of control, then changed his hand seals and waved his snake bone staff.

"Om! Devour my flesh and blood!"

Chanting the mantra, the Bedouin leader bit off the tip of his tongue, the spiritual power of blood and flesh erupting, instantly transforming into poison, condensing into a gray-green cloud in front of him!

"Poisonous Abyss Miasma!"

As soon as this blood-condensed miasma appeared, it began to erode everything around it except the elder himself. Whether it was the more than ten-meter-long remains of the two-headed snake or the corpses of other Confraternity members, a layer of turbid, bloody pus began to appear on their surfaces. Even the rocks began to react, rising with gray-black smoke!

Even when the rocket warhead entered it, it was quickly corroded. In just an instant, the outer metal shell was corroded a circle--but the speed was too fast. Before it could corrode the key areas, the warhead had already crashed into the green spiritual light shield that was rotating like a liquid, protecting the entire altar!

Boom!

Not too big, not too small, under the cover of the Poisonous Abyss Miasma, a firelight smaller than a normal grenade explosion appeared, then shattered the spiritual light shield.

And the Bedouin elder spat out blood, blasted backward into the pile of corpses by the remaining impact.

Su Zhou wasn't much better. He was blasted directly into the door of the prayer hall by the impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

A lose-lose situation--it could even be said to be mutually assured destruction. If a few more minutes passed, there probably wouldn't be any living people left in the entire prayer hall.

But, something had been completed.

Whoosh--whoosh--

In the windless underground hall, a fresh and holy wind began to blow.

The ouroboros shadow, suspended in mid-air, after absorbing the blood offerings of dozens of spiritually rich Confraternity members from the entire prayer hall, after absorbing the soul of an Awakened one, was finally initially complete... Accompanied by a terrifying spiritual pressure that suddenly became ten times, dozens of times, even hundreds of times stronger sweeping the surroundings, the huge shadow began to gradually materialize, and a trace of red within began to condense, like a blood-colored gemstone. At the same time, a wisp of divine will from beyond the void, from the distant reaches of space and time, was being projected out, descending here!

"Hahahaha! The ritual is a success! The void ritual is a success!"

Seeing this, even though he was seriously injured and nearing death, the Bedouin elder disregarded his pain and burst into wild laughter. He looked at Su Zhou, whose face was filled with astonishment, with hateful and resentful eyes, and shouted in Saracen: "The great being in the void has descended! Base and insignificant, trapped in madness mortals, wait for eternal inability to die, mixed with mud and blood, the eternal long cycle of sinking!"

"Not just you, this world, this universe, will be destroyed in the 'new era' of the future. Only we, only we who are protected by the Holy Serpent Spirit, can exist forever in the distant sanctuary! Hahahaha!"

"You silly x, babbling like a monkey, scram!"

After cursing a mouthful of dialect slang, Su Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to him--not only because he didn't understand Saracen, but also because the boy, who had thirsted for 'abnormalities' and pursued 'strange rumors and stories' for ten years, was staring intently at the giant ouroboros that was constantly rotating at the top of the hall, driving a huge spiritual vortex.

Ah ah... So beautiful... So wonderful... This scene that surpassed the mortal, can be called 'transcendence,' 'divine descent,' or even a 'miracle,' isn't it exactly what he had always wanted to see, wanted to obtain?

Greedily staring at the increasingly solid snake shadow, because of excessive blood loss and internal organ damage, everything in front of Su Zhou began to blur, began to dim.

At this moment, the giant holy serpent, the giant ouroboros, began to 'inhale'--one could see that all the unowned spirituality within the Kachin Mountains was like fireflies attracted by a black hole, turning into points of light, flying towards the holy serpent.

And the first to fly over were the 'spiritual objects' stored next to the prayer hall, sent by the Holy Serpent Spirit Confraternities from all over the world!

Among them were grapes that would not rot, like gemstones, and fruits that were as red as fire, with vermilion luster. Under the holy serpent's 'swallowing' action, the spirituality and energy contained in these spiritual objects were stripped away, devoured, and turned into ashes. And other various small spiritual objects, like jewelry gems, almost simultaneously decayed into fragments and dust.

Of course, the spirituality of the 'holy objects' was more difficult to strip away than that of rare fruits and small jewelry.

Whether it was the 'feathered serpent god's sacrificial gold mask' placed in the Americas area or the 'stone ghost mask' from Mexico, they slowly flew up under a strange traction. One could see golden, lightning-like spiritual light and ink-colored, night-like blood light being extracted from these two spiritual objects, bit by bit sinking into the huge annular vortex not far away.

Vast spirituality and spiritual power gathered, with the help of the ancient spiritual veins of this 'ancient Shan Seven-Headed Serpent God sacrificial site' and the void ritual, a small door leading to the 'other side of the void' was opened in this way, and it seemed that precisely because of this, the power contained in the 'sacrificial gold mask' and the 'stone ghost mask' was also drained, turning into powder.

Faintly, one could hear a distant sigh, transmitted across countless ages.

[The seal has been released.]

Following this sacred sound, other more powerful, more dazzling spiritual objects were forcibly lifted up, plundered of their power--whether it was an unremarkable holy object like a fragment of a cross or a fossil-like fruit tree branch, they all floated in mid-air, with pure white light overflowing from them!

Strangely, the speed at which the latter overflowed with light far surpassed the former, as if the holy serpent had some connection with it.

[Finally, I will return--the human world tens of thousands of years later, the light of the cycle will surely reappear in the world.]

As the door grew larger and larger, almost all the spiritual objects in the storage room were deprived of their spirituality, and the holy white light surged. In the low chanting of angels, the fruit tree branch had already turned into wood powder, and even the cross fragment began to tremble, about to shatter.

And that distant voice was getting closer and closer, and one could even hear that it was full of joy.

[I have found the eternal and true beacon!]

However, one could see that while almost all the items were being drawn into the air, stripped of their spirituality, there was one inconspicuous item lying quietly in place, as if it was not affected by the advent of a great being at all.

It was an ordinary round pocket watch. The pocket watch was old, and even the hands were missing. The markings on it were symbols that had never existed in any language family. Its surface should have originally had a silver luster, but now the luster was dim, and a layer of rust covered it.

It existed among a group of spiritual objects, extremely inconspicuous. If it weren't for the fact that it could isolate spiritual detection, which was quite miraculous, it probably wouldn't have been enshrined here by the Confraternity members at all.

And just as the void god communicating with the Confraternity, the great being called the 'Holy Serpent Spirit,' was about to descend its divine will, the cross fragment began to tremble violently. It seemed to have its own will, resisting the Holy Serpent Spirit's devouring.

And just as it was about to fail, completely shattering into vast spirituality, the wood fragment vigorously shook, drawing an arc in mid-air, and crashed into that 'pocket watch,' completely turning into a sky full of wood chips!

At the same time, extremely thick spirituality poured into the pocket watch, like the North Sea sinking into the Ruins of Gui.

This action was like flipping a switch, or awakening something. The rust on the pocket watch began to fall off bit by bit, and the markings began to light up one by one. A heavy aura gushed out from it, and then.

It began to glow.

Boom!

Silver light spilled from the pocket watch, rushing straight into the annular vortex. The still-rotating ouroboros didn't notice this light at all, and let it crash into it.

Time seemed to stand still.

After that, there was a sudden sound that drifted away, transmitted from the distant other side, mixed with the sacred spiritual sound of astonishment, anger, fear, and inexplicable frustration, and even the style changed.

[This, what is this?! Ah... it's you! Myriad Army... Seal?!]

[Who, which bastard put it, put this thing next to my altar?!]

In an instant, the almost materialized serpentine spiritual body shattered under the dazed gaze of the Bedouin elder.

The violent spiritual power swept through everything in the hall.

ps: Why didn't I use rpg from the beginning? The answer is very simple, because Su Zhou came to rescue people, not to massacre (just take it seriously).

In short, you still have to see the situation clearly. He won't risk accidentally killing his friends and randomly use rpg.