Twilight Speaker

Chapter 170 You Can Call Me Shepherd
Inside the Golden Number.

Countless young masters and young ladies looked pale, and most of them were gritting their teeth and trembling.

Wang Muyu subconsciously grabbed Chen Xiang's wrist tightly, breathing rapidly:

"Natural disaster. We have encountered a natural disaster!"

Most people in the supernatural world usually call the top "Real Taboos" that are comparable to or even better than ordinary true gods "Natural Disasters".

In fact, to ordinary people and even some false gods, there is no difference between top taboos and natural disasters.

Unable to resist, desperate, helpless.

Chen Xiang patted Wang Muyu's back gently and said in a calm voice:
"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Wang Muyu was also trying her best to calm herself down, but her rapidly rising and falling chest showed her inner despair and restlessness.
She closed her eyes for a while, then opened them again:

"The wind, waves and dark clouds have dispersed. I think I should go see the sun, in this last moment of my life, with a glass of wine."

Chen Xiang was a little surprised and looked at the girl for the first time:
"You surprise me."

"It's better than dying screaming." Wang Muyu sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the deck. As she walked, she turned back:
"Will you come?"

"You go first, I'll come later."

Wang Muyu nodded and left.

Chen Xiang stood there and pondered for a moment, then quickly returned to the cabin and closed the door. He looked at the solemn Primitive Fear and asked:

"How strong do you think Captain Ghost is? You've fought him many times, so you should have an idea, right?"

Chen Xiang felt that the matter of digging up his ancestral graves was extremely difficult to mediate and he had to be prepared for a bloody battle.

Primal Fear thought for a moment and said:
"It depends on what state it is in. If it is in a normal state, Dog Skin Plaster is only three points stronger than me, that's all."

"Are there any abnormal conditions?"

"Well, to be precise, it is His fully liberated form. The Misty Sea is named after the dog-skin plaster. When He truly uses His full strength."

After a pause, Primal Fear whispered:
"When He truly uses all His strength, the entire foggy sea becomes His 'territory'. I even suspect that the reality loophole He controls is [Return to the Ruins]."

"So, if Dog Skin Plaster can use the [loophole] it controls to the extreme, its authority will include all conceptual oceans and far more than just the oceans."

Chen Xiang and Lu Sangdou in the room were rarely in sync and both gasped at the same time.

A moment of silence,

Chen Xiang asked:

"But last time, Captain Ghost was chopped back by my teacher without any resistance, right?"

"That's because He is much weaker on land."

Primal Fear curled his lips and continued:
"Moreover, the incident happened very suddenly. He didn't have time to use the [Reality Loophole] that he mastered, nor did he communicate with the Sea of ​​Mist. Otherwise, your teacher might not be able to defeat him."

After a pause, He added:

"Of course, I mean that your teacher is suppressed in reality. Although a dog-skin plaster is strong, there is still a huge gap between him and the great one."

Chen Xiang felt a bit of a headache:

"So, if Captain Goupil Ghost uses his full strength, he can at least be on par with the top True Gods?"

"Do not."

Primal Fear said seriously:
"He should have surpassed the True God, but has not yet reached the level of a great being. You know, the fine line between a True God and a great being is even greater than the gap between a True God and an ordinary person."

Chen Xiang's eyelids were twitching wildly, and Lu Sangdou was unusually well-behaved, pursing her lips tightly - the content of Chen Xiang's conversation with Primitive Fear had far exceeded the scope of what she could understand and access.

There was silence for a long time.

Chen Xiang spoke quietly:
"I suddenly feel that handing you over to our ghost captain would be a good choice."

Primal Fear rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but he saw Chen Xiang pour himself a glass of wine and walk out the door.

"what are you up to?"

"Well, let's have a drink, enjoy the sea breeze, and then prepare for the fight. Actually, I would rather arrive at the Golden City peacefully, but sometimes, things always develop unexpectedly."

After a pause, Chen Xiang opened the door:

"So, I made preparations in advance before I set off."

"Do you have a backup plan?" Primal Fear's eyes lit up slightly.

"Maybe."

Chen Xiang walked out of the room with a smile.

………………

on the deck.

"You came?"

Wang Muyu held the wine glass, took a sip, then leaned on the railing alone, staring at the blurry ghost ship in the distance, his eyes bloodshot.

If the ghost ship hadn't been so blurry, she would have gone berserk and died.

Chen Xiang stood beside her and nodded slightly:

"I admire your courage."

He was telling the truth. This girl knew she was going to die, but she chose to face it calmly, holding a glass of wine, blowing the sea breeze and watching the sunset.
Chen Xiang thought to himself that if he was facing a hopeless and doomed situation, he would not be able to remain so calm.
He will most likely choose to release the dusty history of the Lost Time.
Everything ends.

‘Boom! ! ’

In the distance, a huge roar erupted from the direction of the Donghong envoy ship. Dazzling aurora and water vapor formed by the evaporation of huge amounts of seawater could be seen. The aurora fell towards the vaguely visible ghost ship in the distance, exploding into a water curtain that covered the sky!
"Fire!"

Amid the violent shaking caused by the shock wave, Wang Muyu was unsteady on his feet and covered the wine glass with his hand to prevent the few glasses of wine inside from spilling out:

"It should be the legendary spiritual world cannon"

"Spirit world cannon?" Chen Xiang asked in surprise, feeling the terrifying power contained in the aurora.

"You do not know?"

Wang Muyu was a little confused, but quickly explained:

"It is a high-level extraordinary weapon, usually used for city defense or installed on important national ships. To be precise, half of it is in reality and half in the spiritual world."

After a pause, she looked at the brilliant light bursting in the distance and the terrifying water curtain rising into the sky with a dazed look:
"It is said that the Spirit World Cannon can draw on the power of the Spirit World tides and even the Spirit World storms as cannonballs. A great figure at the level of a pseudo-god was once blown to pieces by a single cannon. It is truly a national treasure."

Chen Xiang shrugged:

"Obviously, that's a rumor. The cannon is indeed powerful, but it's almost impossible to hit a false god. Spiritual warning is not for show."

"You know quite a lot."

Wang Muyu wiped the tears from his eyes:
"We should have called Old Chu as well. It's actually a wonderful thing to be able to talk to someone you know before you die. Shouldn't you light a cigarette?"

"Oh?"

Chen Xiang looked at this young girl with low cultivation but great courage with great interest:

"Light a cigarette? Why?"

“Isn’t that how it’s played in the movies?”

Wang Muyu watched the huge ghost ship approaching, watched the majestic life on it wield its scimitar, watched the Donghong ship make a shattering sound, and saw an oracle rush out of the ship, bursting with brilliant light.
She drank the last bit of wine in the glass and wiped the remaining wine from the corner of her mouth:
"In the movies, the boys would light up a cigarette when facing a natural disaster or a death sentence. I heard that it was the most enjoyable cigarette in life."

"You have a point."

Chen Xiang smiled and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and shook his head slightly:

"Well, it's not pretty."

Wang Muyu laughed, her skin was a little scorched by the bright light in the distance, and her eyes were still bleeding - she snatched the wine glass from Chen Xiang's hand:

"Thank you."

Wang Muyu continued drinking while holding his glass:

"Death, I didn't expect to die with a guy like you who I barely know. Well, that's not bad, we met by chance and died side by side."

"okay."

Chen Xiang interrupted with a smile:

"Don't be so artistic. You may not die."

"Can this survive?"

The girl's heartbeat began to dry up, and her mind was already on the verge of confusion, but she was still smiling:
"You are more optimistic than I am."

"Well, are you interested in joining my church?" Chen Xiang took a deep puff of cigarette, puffing out smoke and asked:

"I founded a church. I think you have great potential—not in terms of your spiritual aptitude or anything like that, but in terms of your character."

Wang Muyu, who was bathed directly in the brilliant light, coughed violently. His body began to decay, and he coughed out two pieces of internal organs:
"I didn't realize you were a cult member? Okay, I'll definitely do that in my next life."

"In this life."

"In this life?" The girl finished her second glass of wine and turned her head with difficulty. Her beautiful face was now covered with cracks.
"How long can we survive? One minute? Two minutes? Or..."

She was suddenly stunned. In her blood-blurred vision, she could see that the young man next to her was calm as usual, without coughing up blood, and without cracks or decay.

Chen Xiang did not answer. He narrowed his eyes, and fragments of time appeared in his eyes, giving him insight into the girl's past.

After a long while, he said calmly:
"Death - you are very suitable for the position of Death Knight."

He put out the cigarette, and under the girl's dazed gaze, mist swirled on his face, his face obscured by the mysterious mist. Then he stepped on the railing and jumped like a flying bird.

Then, he really flew into the sky.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Muyu saw a pair of large white bone wings growing from the back of the young man named Chen Xiang.

She heard the loud voice of that person, no, that natural disaster.

"Old Captain, nice to meet you - you can call me the End of Suffering, Uncertain Chaos, the Source of Mist, or just me."

“True Shepherd.”

Wang Muyu said this when he saw the [Natural Disaster] whose face had become blurred, carrying a bronze cross on his back and flapping his huge bone wings.

There was a pure white light lingering around the [Scourge], accompanied by the sound of flutes, gongs, drums, and low, overlapping prayers.
There seemed to be shadows, shadows of believers, surrounding the natural disaster flapping its huge bone wings, crawling and being pious.

All these things are interwoven into a grand scene!
"Life"

Wang Muyu said blankly:
“It was like a dream.”

The Scourge flapped its huge bone wings and headed towards the ghost ship. At some point, eighty-four thousand crows began circling in the sky.

The tide of crows rolled, and soon the crows gathered in an orderly manner to form the shape of four large Chinese characters.

"dog"

"Dog skin plaster?"

Someone shuddered as he thought about it, looking around in confusion.

(End of this chapter)