Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 734: The Journey

This mass of thing rushed to the front of Chen Chuan extremely quickly, but when it took another step forward and was about to rush into his attack range, it suddenly made a buzzing sound and flew to the other side.

It kept circling around him from a distance, sometimes getting closer and sometimes moving away, as if trying to tempt him to take action.

Chen Chuan saw clearly that these things were small birds with sharp beaks and teeth, a circle of flamboyant feathers on their heads and necks, and very fierce appearances. Each one was probably only slightly larger than the tip of a finger, and at first glance one might think it was some kind of insect.

This kind of bird seems to be very agile, and they actually move in a group together, flying, turning and moving as if they were one, and not even one falls down when they turn rapidly.

He just tried to use his mental power to attack it, but it had little effect. It seemed that these things had a strong ability to resist mental power.

After circling around him for more than a dozen times, the birds seemed to see that he was standing still, so they tried to get closer. However, once they were within a certain distance, they seemed to sense danger and flew away quickly with a buzzing sound.

But although it dodged, it did not go too far away, as if it was always looking for opportunities and flaws to launch an attack.

Chen Chuan looked up and saw such a huge group of them, almost forming a dark cloud. There were at least tens of thousands of them. If he used force and knives to deal with them, it would be of no use even if he killed a few of them.

He told Chao Ming, who was hovering in the sky, not to get close and to stay as far away as possible. Then he walked to the two-wheeled motor vehicle alone, opened his bag, and took out the thunder cannon produced by Longyin Company.

This thing was a semi-biological firearm. Once it was attached to his arm, the biological parts immediately began to wriggle on their own, quickly fitting onto his arm and clinging to his shoulder, locking the tail end tightly in place.

His hand just happened to grasp the trigger of the Thunderbolt Cannon, which was not operated by fingers, but was held by the palm of the hand, and the elbow was needed to cooperate in exerting force when operating it.

Because the medicine bag had been packed in advance, he stood still after placing this thing.

After waiting for a while, the flock of birds rushed towards him again, but just like before, when they were within a certain distance, they did not continue to approach, but flapped their wings and fled into the distance.

At this time, Chen Chuan seemed to have predicted it. His arm holding the Thunderbolt Cannon turned in the direction the flock of birds avoided, and then he pulled the lever hard.

With a bang, a flash of fire spurted out from the muzzle of the gun.

A large amount of shotgun shells sprayed out from the muzzle, forming two conical spray surfaces within fifty or sixty meters in front of him. All the strange birds in this range disappeared in an instant, and only the broken pieces were sprayed out.

Chen Chuan did not stop there. He turned around and fired another shot at the remaining strange birds. Then he turned again and fired another shot. In an instant, he fired four shots in four directions, basically covering all the flying directions of this group of strange birds.

After he stopped, none of the flying strange birds could be seen. The air around him was filled with the smell of gunpowder. When the white smoke and the lingering sound from the muzzle of the gun slowly died down, all he could see was the ground covered with blasted flesh and blood. Only some scattered feathers were stuck to the rotten flesh and blood, trembling rapidly under the influence of the airflow.

At this time, the ground suddenly became softer, and small creatures like ants emerged from the ground. Then they gathered together, bit the residues and drilled into the ground again. Even the soil stained with blood was not wasted and was collected and moved together.

In just a moment, all traces of the existence of these strange birds disappeared.

Chen Chuan just took a look and ignored it. These little things usually do no harm to living things. However, these insects and ants don't seem to be afraid of mental shock.

On this journey, most of the creatures he encountered were afraid of mental impact. What was the difference? Was it because of the special structure or some other reason? This was worth exploring.

But there is no time for that now.

He looked down at the thunder cannon in his hand again. It was marked as a gun, but it was actually a small cannon.

It is indeed very useful at close range, and there are a total of twenty-four medicine bags. Fill two at a time, and you can fire twelve times in a row.

If it is combined with an appropriate speed and a few close-range blows to the face, a person without sufficient protection will be seriously injured on the spot. Even a fighter of the third level will not be able to withstand it without horizontal training of mental strength.

It is not easy to keep balance in battle with this thing, especially when you meet an opponent of the same level. It is almost impossible to give you a chance to adjust, and it is very easy to be destroyed. So although it has great lethality, its actual application is not high.

But in certain specific situations, it is very useful.

He knocked on the shoulder twice, and the winding rope on it loosened. After pulling his hand back, he packed up the gun and put it back into the bag on the side.

This encounter should have been deliberately arranged by the Consortium and others.

In fact, he just felt that the camp had been left here for quite some time. According to the situation in the fusion area, it would not be the same as when he left. Even if medicine powder and insect repellent were sprinkled, they would have expired.

This state can only be maintained if there is some kind of creature here that regards this place as its territory.

Those small birds are really hard to deal with for ordinary people. They can't be driven away or killed. If it's just like that, it's okay. Fighters have plenty of physical strength, but the problem is that once they get entangled in the night of the fusion area, or come to destroy your rest facilities and environment, it's a different story. Almost no one can withstand it. The Federation can actually use these strange birds. This method is not simple, but there should be many limitations.

While thinking, he climbed into the car and continued to follow the traces left by the consortium and others.

Towards evening he saw a second camp.

Similarly, the existence of the camp itself means that the people from the alliance must have left some backup plan.

He looked at the sky and decided to find a place to stay before nightfall. This place was actually not bad, it was spacious enough, and there was still a lot of spare firewood and fuel left next to the fire that had been used before.

He parked the two-wheeled motor vehicle aside, asked Chao Ming to keep watch overhead, and walked step by step into the camp with the Xuejun Knife in his hand.

I don’t know what I will encounter this time.

I can feel that the surrounding woods and streams are relatively quiet, different from when we came here. Even the sounds of birds and insects can hardly be heard. It seems that the things hidden here are not simple.

He looked towards the center of the camp, where there was a larger tent, but it had collapsed at this moment, as if it was covering something.

As he gradually approached, the thing inside seemed to be startled. The tent suddenly lifted up and then let out a low roar, shaking the stones on the ground and making them jump.

There were six eyes flashing under the tent, and a very strong smell of blood could be smelled from a distance.

Chen Chuan stood there calmly. Judging from its sound and size, it was a very large beast. The thing stared at him for a while and seemed very cautious. It did not rush up at the first time, but lowered its body and slowly retreated.

Just as it made this move, its eyes seemed to become dazed for a moment, and then suddenly revealed a fierce light, and it rushed towards him with a roar. Its huge body created a strong airflow, but the tent seemed to be sewn to its body and was not thrown off.

Chen Chuan held the Snow King Sword motionlessly. When the monster came over, it suddenly leaped forward. Before it fell, the Snow King Sword, which had not been unsheathed, chopped down from the front at a speed beyond Chen Chuan's observation ability. With a bang, it hit Chen Chuan's forehead.

Because the monster was flying forward at a very fast speed, it was blocked and even stayed in the air for a moment. However, its huge weight and momentum were not able to push Xue Jun Dao even a little bit. It seemed that after a breath or two, it fell to the ground with a loud bang.

At this time, his brain tissue and bones had been completely shattered by the impact of the force, and he lay there like a ball of mud.

At this time, Chen Chuan put the Xuejun Knife aside, bent down and stretched out his hand to pull open the inside of the tent, and saw that there were indeed many esoteric ritual patterns painted on it.

In order to enhance the effect of the ceremony, they first skinned the beast, whose name was unknown, and then sewed the tent on its body.

Compared with the previous camp, this is another style.

He identified the pattern. The style was somewhat similar to the rituals of the primitive people. Are they from the Linax Federation?

Because after the First People were massacred and assimilated, many things that originally belonged to them fell into the hands of the Linax people.

From this perspective, the people from the Union and the Linax Federation are indeed acting together.

It looked like we would have to catch up soon, but at the end of the day, the fuel in the two-wheeled vehicle was almost used up, and as we went deeper, the forest became denser and the road became more difficult to walk on. It looked like we would have to walk starting tomorrow.

After thinking about it, he dragged the corpse out of the camp. After coming back, he checked the camp inside and out again. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he cleaned up the place simply, rekindled several campfires with the surrounding materials, sprinkled the powder again, and then chose a relatively drier location to set up the tent.

After everything was ready, it was not completely dark yet, but he was ready to start practicing. He called Chao Ming back, zipped up the tent, then raised the Xuejun Sword and cut a crack with it, and sat down there.

When practicing in the Land of Fusion, spiritual power improves very quickly. Of course, this is also partly due to the existence of the gap in the World Ring. If it is filled, even if the crack can be cut open, it will probably be subject to certain restrictions.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think that the continuous dispersion of pure energy in the past few months would definitely have caused a lot of impact around the world, and many fighters who originally had no hope of promotion might be able to find a way out.

The world is changing, and more and more talented people are emerging. This is a good thing for fighting against another world, but the competition for resources will inevitably intensify. Seizing the relics can perhaps be seen as a continuation of this competition.

He stared at the crack in front of him, inserted the Xuejun Knife into the ground on one side, and then used the spiritual power he had accumulated to welcome the essence and unknown that was pouring in from the other side.

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(End of this chapter)