A Sense of Security
The black robe was stunned.
Those abstract images were like hallucinations after getting drunk, making it impossible to distinguish true from false for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, everything around him had already been filled with lines and shapes, as if his whole person was about to be torn apart alive!
Bang bang——!
Two bursts of blood mist exploded from the black robe's body. He turned pale with fright. Several green fire footprints flickered from under his feet, and the next moment his figure flashed hundreds of meters away.
But no matter how he fled, those lines and shapes seemed to be able to easily track him across space. Not only that, all the matter around him was visibly transforming into geometric shapes.
The road extending straight forward became like two slender perspective lines; the bricks and tiles visible everywhere by the roadside turned into polygons and fluttered up; the flames burning in the distance were like dancing curves, ricocheting through the air; even the cracked ravines on the earth turned into a large net of thick lines, tightly binding and locking him in place!
In the end, countless geometric shapes were like ocean waves, completely drowning him... If someone looked down from high above, they would discover that above these surging geometric waves, the outline of an abstract face had actually evolved.
This face covered the entire spiderweb-like earth, and the location where the black robe was at was nothing but a small area within his triangular left eye.
With the death of this Rank 7 Wizard, the surging geometric shapes gradually returned to their original positions, reattaching themselves with the road, houses, flames, and earth...
In the void, the Picture Frame bearing the Second Hall's face was outlined.
"The second one."
The Second Hall spoke indifferently. His figure turned into a stream of light the next moment, approaching the next battlefield.
The Second Hall knew very well that this was a battle of time. The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the Red Dust Domain... Now was absolutely not the time to obediently match soldiers against soldiers and generals against generals. The mid-level Combat Power of the Floating Life Painting was inferior to the Witchcraft Association. If they wanted to resolve the war as quickly as possible, they had to make good use of the advantage of their top-tier Combat Power!
And as a Rank 8, he had to slaughter the Witchcraft Association's Rank 7 Combat Power in the shortest time to alleviate the pressure on his side. So after completing the deployment, he immediately joined the battlefield... According to the Second Hall's plan, as long as he could clear all the Witchcraft Association's Rank 6 and above Combat Power within two hours, the Wuji Domain would undoubtedly lose.
Simply put, using blitzkrieg to counter blitzkrieg!
Facts proved that the Second Hall's decision was correct.
Not long ago, the Second Hall had already rushed to Xue Town first and saved Wang Jincheng. Counting this one, he had continuously killed two Rank 7s of the Wuji Domain... Just now, the Fourth Hall had also sent news that he had severely injured a Rank 7 and was rushing to the battlefield where Lü Liangren was.
Looking at it now, except for Yang Muquan who was still in a dogfight, the Floating Life Painting held a massive advantage in all other aspects. Victory was in sight.
Without any hesitation, the Second Hall flew towards the closest direction, Lofty Plum Town.
At this time, Lofty Plum Town had also been reduced to ruins. Two figures were rapidly colliding within it, and the entire sky was divided into two colors of yin and yang by their two Domains.
Boom——!!
Yang Muquan, covered in black slime, was smashed down from high in the air, kicking up a sky full of gravel and dust amidst the ruins.
The Rank 7 Witchcraft Association member in mid-air was just about to make a move when an abstract large hand suddenly reached out from the void, grabbed his neck, and instantly dragged him into the empty Picture Frame!
He didn't react at all at the time. By the time he suddenly awakened, he was already situated within "Guernica". Endless abstract shapes immediately poured into the scroll, acting like a giant millstone beginning to consume his life.
Lofty Plum Town, ruins.
"Cough cough cough..." Yang Muquan fell in a shattered crater. Seeing the Second Hall floating down, he couldn't help but say,
"I could have slaughtered him without your help!"
"Now is not the time to talk about martial virtues." The Second Hall said in a deep voice, "If you're not dead yet, hurry up and stand up, we should go decapitate the enemy leader."
"Decapitate?"
Yang Muquan was startled. Although puzzled, he still followed the Second Hall and rapidly dashed into the distance.
"The Rank 7 Combat Power of the Wuji Domain is basically crippled... As long as we kill that Witchcraft President Usurping a Position, it will be impossible for them to do anything to the Red Dust Domain anymore," the Second Hall explained while hurrying on the way.
"Ah? How long has the war been going on, and they're already crippled?" Yang Muquan couldn't help but laugh,
"Makes sense, one Rank 8, four Rank 7s... Daring to say they will trample flat the Red Dust with just this bit of strength, I really don't know where they got their courage from."
"Don't lower your guard," the Second Hall said solemnly. "The Witchcraft Association's top-tier Combat Power is lacking because they went through an internal strife. Anyone who didn't submit to the new President was wiped out... But the mid-level and low-level Combat Power are still intact. They are the backbone force of this slaughter."
"Also, don't forget... the Lord of Wuji hasn't shown up until now."
"The Lord of Wuji has to guard the Wuji Domain, right? If he leaves, what about the Domain protecting the Wuji Domain? Does he not want his own headquarters anymore?"
The Second Hall was silent for a long time. The triangular eyes within that Picture Frame looked towards the end of the horizon:
"Although the logic is like that, I always feel that this attack by the Wuji Domain is not that simple..."
...
"Hearts, what's wrong?"
Seeing Chen Ling suddenly stop in place, Jian Changsheng walking beside him asked in confusion.
Chen Ling didn't answer. His eyes stared fixedly at that scroll, stunned in place like a sculpture.
Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Ling's mind. Those details he had once overlooked resurfaced in his heart... Red Dust Domain, Lord of the Red Dust, the "Red Dust" Embroidery Diagram, Willow Town that was a 1:1 replica of the Embroidery Diagram, the green leaves protecting the Red Dust, the Chief who lived for hundreds of years behind the Grand Relief Gate...
Everything connected in Chen Ling's mind. At this moment, Chen Ling realized he was wrong...
He originally thought that the existence of Willow Town should be something the Lord of the Red Dust, Su Zhiwei, did to commemorate Yao Qing... But Su Zhiwei's ability was "String Theory", completely lacking the ability to transform a two-dimensional Embroidery Diagram into an entire town. So, the creator of Willow Town was someone else.
It wasn't the Lord of the Red Dust using Willow Town to commemorate Yao Qing... but Yao Qing, who replicated Willow Town for Su Zhiwei.
Chen Ling's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to the scene when he entered the Timeline Save File last time. Su Zhiwei stood quietly in the ruins, looking into his eyes and saying:
"...If I am to sleep there for a long time..."
"I would hope that place is familiar, a place that can give me a sense of security."