"Don't get excited yet, Abram, Xia wouldn't—"
"Shut up, Brixi! Are you blind or what? This woman has no interest in you, yet you still speak for her!" Abram said angrily.
Just in the battle just now, the fate of two demon hunters from the Combat Martial Tower was unknown; how could he not be angry and afraid?
Brixi tried to say something, his lips moved a few times, but in the end, he couldn't speak.
"I think we need an explanation," the old demon hunter said in a deep voice as he cut the rotten flesh from his lower back.
His upper face had disappeared, and his hair had whitened somewhat. His features would at times suddenly switch to those of one of the previous individuals, looking very eerie, especially when the fine eyebrows and red lips of a woman appeared.
Li Qianxia looked at Yang Qinglan, who nodded slightly.
"That snake is my brother—"
"Ha!" Abram let out a mocking laugh tinged with fear, "A sister can turn into an owl, and the brother can become a snake? Are you even human, or are you contaminated by the Evil God—"
"Abram!" Ismei, who was treating Dan Xi, rebuked, "Keep calm, Dan Xi is not dead yet!"
"Mr. Eddie is also alive," the old nun was taking care of Eddie.
The young nun looked at them fearfully.
Abram took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
Li Qianxia anxiously glanced at Dan Xi and Eddie, as well as Wusi, who was treating her heel.
Yang Qinglan fell into contemplation, contaminated by the Evil God? Were there still deities in 1880, or were they just some powerful, bizarre demons?
If they really were gods, where had these gods gone in just over a hundred years? (It's impossible for them to have survived to modern times; otherwise, Changzhou's unmatched power in the First Stage wouldn't be his, but either the Evil God's or his followers'.)
"You've misunderstood me," Li Qianxia continued to explain, "That snake isn't my brother, it's my brother's, um, pet or subordinate."
The crowd's gasps were filled with surprise.
"Your brother keeps a demon as a pet? Don't tell me your brother is a snake charmer from India and you're an Asian! Either that, or you're not real siblings!" Abram said angrily with a mocking tone.
Even with lingering guilt, Li Qianxia became helpless at this point.
She spread her hands and said, "Can we not swear and just listen to my explanation?"
"Fine, you tell us, what exactly is going on?" Abram looked at her with a mocking gaze as if to see how she would continue to fabricate her story.
Li Qianxia pondered for a while: "I don't know what's going on either. The Golden Crown is usually well-behaved; I feed it carrots, and it doesn't get mad."
"You!" Abram was about to curse again.
"It's the penguins," Yang Qinglan snapped out of her speculation about the 'Evil God'.
"They pretended to be Xia's brother in front of the Golden Crown and pretended to be us. The Golden Crown must have been attacked by them in our guise before, and when it got tricked once, it decided to take action against us. Just—"
She pondered, "The Golden Crown had already believed we were real midway, so why did it suddenly attack again."
"Forget all that!" Li Qianxia said, "I'll go back alone once again; as long as I see my brother, everything will be fine!"
"No, we can't trust you all anymore, right now... cough cough cough!" Suddenly, Abram began to cough violently.
It wasn't just Abram; Sivit, Brixi, Is, Meus, the old demon hunter, and the two nuns all started coughing.
The forest was filled with intense coughing sounds.
The coughing was accompanied by severe pain; the physically weaker Meus fell to his knees, his body convulsing.
"It's poison!" Li Qianxia looked at them worriedly, "Lan, I'm going to find my brother!"
"Okay, go ahead." Yang Qinglan nodded.
Li Qianxia dashed towards the forest's edge.
"No, cough cough, stop!" Abram struggled to raise his silver sword.
"Abram, please trust me!" Li Qianxia urged.
The poison inside them wouldn't kill them immediately, but it would make them keep coughing until they coughed themselves to death.
This type of poison wasn't inhaled but contracted through the skin, conceptualised by her brother and Yang Qinglan to target players possessing the Evangelical Book or opponents who needed to chant spells.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough!" The old demon hunter coughed while pulling medicine from his waist bag.
Every cough squeezed a large patch of fresh blood from his waist wound.
While taking medicine, the coughing almost choked him to death, and after swallowing it, the severity of the coughing decreased a bit, from constant coughing to coughing every three or four seconds.
The other demon hunters also tried to save themselves.
"Don't allow it, cough cough cough!" Abram slowly knelt down, trembling with each cough, a bit of strength slipping away with each breath.
"Xia, don't bother with them, hurry up," Yang Qinglan told Li Qianxia.
Li Qianxia nodded and ran towards the forest's edge.
"Hiss~"
Everyone, including Li Qianxia who was just picking up speed, looked toward the source of the sound.
To the left of the forest, in the evening glow of the setting sun, a King Cobra stood upright. Next to it, Li Changzhou stood slightly proudly, and Bi spread his arms, chuckling sinisterly.
"Brother?" Li Qianxia asked in confusion.
Yang Qinglan's face changed as she saw a Shadow Cat grooming itself with its hind leg inside Bi's shadow.
"It's a penguin!" she shouted, her pupils turning blue.
"Freeze!" Bi extended his hands forward.
The retreating "Bi" spread a frightening chill between his hands, the icy cold swiftly attacking, heading straight for Li Qianxia.
Li Qianxia vanished from the spot.
Yang Qinglan leaped backward with two nuns.
The chill continued forward, and amid the crackling sounds of freezing, the coughing demon hunters, just as they were getting up, were all encased in ice sculptures.
In the evening forest, the chill was biting, and the ice sculptures reflected a dreamlike glow in the twilight.
"Ooh!" The King Cobra emitted a walrus's call, it slid along the ice path towards the demon hunters at a very high speed.
Like a bowling ball thrown to smash the demon hunters like pins!
Li Qianxia reappeared in the distance, her legs plowing the ground as she rushed forward, sprinting towards the ice path and instantly shifting again.
Bang!
She appeared on the left side of the "King Cobra" and knocked it off the icy path.
The "King Cobra" tumbled out, crushing three trees, turning back into a walrus, and landed plumply on the ground.
"Ah!!" "Bi," who was tossed out, clutched his head and screamed as circles of sound waves burst forth from the mouth that was gradually turning into a penguin's.
"It's going to melt, it's going to melt, Antarctica is going to melt!"
"My feet, my feet are frozen!"
The penguin fell into illusions and auditory hallucinations.
"Delinka!" Li Changzhou rushed toward the penguin.
A spider web fell.
"Li Changzhou" suddenly accelerated, transforming into a pegasus and charged forward like an arrow, heading straight into the web, and bit the penguin that was continuously falling backward.
Standing on the tree branch, Yang Qinglan raised her hand, and thorns spiked out from under the pegasus' hooves, but they couldn't penetrate the hooves.
She waved her hand again, and three thorns broke through the air, targeting the pegasus.
The pegasus tilted its head back, neighing loudly.
"Whinny—"
Blue flames ignited on its hooves, and its mane also turned into flames of the same color, burning the thorns and the spider web to ashes.
Seared by the flames, the penguin snapped out of its illusions and auditory hallucinations.
"Stupid horse, didn't I tell you, I don't need your flames, I—ugh ah!"
The pegasus, now a fiery steed, bit hard, causing the penguin to scream in agony.
The penguin came to its senses in fury, looking toward Yang Qinglan and the others.
It took a deep breath, its penguin belly swollen from being bitten by the fiery steed, then, it opened its mouth as if tearing apart.
Ah!!!
Circles of sound waves impacted like tidal waves toward the direction where Yang Qinglan stood, with the focus on the demon hunters who had turned into ice sculptures.
Heavenly Fire fell, every muscle, blood vessel, and fascia in the body tensed up, a stream of scorching strength infused into her body, Li Qianxia slightly arched her back and charged forward with a thunderous sound, blocking between the ice sculptures and the sound waves.
Bang!
Her ponytail burst open, her long hair flying wildly.
Li Qianxia gritted her teeth as the sound waves penetrated the blood-colored armor, shaking her internal organs, causing a suffocating and painful compression.
The trees fell in one direction, and the ice sculptures gradually cracked in the sound waves.
Crack!
In the tumult of sound waves, Li Qianxia struggled to glance back and saw Abram's arms in the ice blocks, blown away by the sound waves.
She turned her head back and slowly spread her arms, doing her best to block the attack!
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Qianxia on the ground and after a second, softly said, "Fool."
Using her real life to save these people from the year 1880, what is that if not foolishness?
What's the use of blocking? How long can she block? How much can she block? Why not rush forward and kill the penguin directly? Even if some ice sculptures break in the process, it would still be more effective than such futile resistance.
Too stupid.
She jumped down.
Li Qianxia slowly turned her head and saw Yang Qinglan, clad in golden armor, protecting her face with both arms, walking step by step to her side.
The shaking Abram, impacted by the sound waves, stood firmly on the earth once again.
The old nun and the young nun tightly hugged the tree trunk, intermittently chanting prayer scriptures.
"Shatter!" The last circle of sound waves suddenly doubled in size, blasting out from the penguin's mouth like a cannon.
The trees were uprooted, the two were blown away by the sound wave, struggling to control their bodies in the air, skimming past the ice sculptures, and crashing into a pile of trees uprooted by the sound waves.
"Whinny—" The fiery steed neighed, the flames on its mane rising, transforming into a steed composed entirely of fire.
The fire steed's front hooves, in the twilight forest silently plowed the ground, then lowered its head, trampled the air, and dove toward the demon hunter ice sculptures.
At the same time, the walrus's body folded, flattened, rebounded, and launched like a missile toward Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan, unable to stand up in time, her eyes turned blue, yet the walrus still fell toward them like a meteorite.
The air even formed a visible parachute at the belly of the walrus!
"Qing Lan!" Li Qianxia reached out toward Yang Qinglan.
Yang Qinglan extended her hand, their red and golden armors clasped together.
The two vanished from the spot.
Boom!
The ground trembled; circles of soil waves spread out as the walrus smashed into a three-meter-deep crater at their previous location.
At the edge of the crater, the earth arched and cracked.
Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan reappeared two meters away from the pit, Li Qianxia turned to look at the ice sculptures, Instantaneous, Instantaneous, Instantaneous!
Dizzy, Li Qianxia fell to the ground, warm liquid flowing from her nose, her "Ability" was insufficient.
Just five meters away, the fire steed washed over the ice sculptures, the ice blocks melting and shattering into a sky of crystals.
Ismei's arm ignited in mid-air, falling down, Abram's head landed in front of Li Qianxia.
His lips moved as if he said something, his eyes filled with apology and tenderness, then turned ashen gray, the flames burning silently.
The penguin jumped out of the horse's mouth, flapped its "wings," and walked around the pile of corpses, scanning with its eyes.
It clicked its beak.
"Tch! Not a single player!"
"What a waste of energy," the walrus sluggishly moved its body, climbing out of the crater.
"These two should be," the fire steed paced, leaving a trail of hoof-shaped flames.
It walked to the penguin's side, its gaze turned toward Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia.
Yang Qinglan looked at the 'Ability'-exhausted Li Qianxia, and also at Ismei's arm and Abram's head in front of her.
"All effort wasted, so foolish," she said.
Wiping off a trace of fresh blood like a red rose from the corner of her mouth, drawing the Emerald Bee Sword from her black hair, Yang Qinglan coldly looked at the penguin, the fire steed, and the walrus.
Li Qianxia pounded the ground, her fists clenched tightly.
Edison Research Institute, the cellar, Li Changzhou opened his eyes.
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