socalfunplaces Chapter 3395 Alright, alright, keep a low profile
Chapter 3395 Alright, alright, keep a low profile
He stepped out of the temple, his body radiating golden light, and roared at the void: "All heavenly soldiers and generals, heed my command! Chase after him!"
"Whether we go to heaven or hell, we will tear this scoundrel to pieces!"
"I will extract his soul and roast it in divine fire for ten thousand years!"
As the Emperor God issued his decree, the surrounding clouds churned, and celestial soldiers and generals clad in golden armor appeared.
"Yes, Emperor God!"
The heavenly soldiers and generals chased after Guiya in the direction he had fled.
Gui Ya glanced back at the overwhelming pursuers behind him, a bloodthirsty excitement creeping onto his lips.
He casually tossed the half-eaten remains of the Left General behind him, knocking over several heavenly soldiers charging at the forefront. Then, with a twist of his body, he disappeared into a patch of dark clouds that had been prepared beforehand.
Come on, come on, everyone come on.
"Hehehe...This is so much fun!"
Gui Ya licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark blue eyes filled with malice.
“The little ones have been starving for a long time, this is a good opportunity to treat them to some meat.”
"Although the flesh of these heavenly soldiers and generals doesn't seem to taste very good."
"But it's very nutritious!"
On the edge of the divine realm, in an ancient and forbidden land.
This place is shrouded in mist and ravaged by fierce winds year-round; it is a dead end in the divine realm.
Guiya ran wildly, deliberately slowing down a bit, keeping the heavenly soldiers and generals trailing behind him.
"Don't run, you wretched creature, prepare to die!"
A commander in golden armor, wielding a long spear, charged at the forefront.
He was about to catch up with the black figure, his eyes filled with greed.
Killing this scoundrel would be a great achievement!
Guiya suddenly stopped.
He hovered above a canyon, turned around, and smiled as he shook a rattle drum, watching the swarm of heavenly soldiers approaching behind him.
"What are those silly uncles saying?"
"Run? Who said the baby was going to run away?"
Gui Ya spread his hands: "Baby is just showing you around, to baby's... cafeteria."
The golden-armored commander was stunned and before he could react, he saw Guiya snap his fingers.
"Snapped."
The crisp sound echoed through the canyon.
next second.
From the once desolate canyon below, boundless black mist suddenly surged forth.
The black mist was as thick as ink, churning and roaring, transforming into hideous and terrifying ghost faces.
"I'm so hungry..."
"Meat...fresh divine meat..."
"It smells so good...it smells so good..."
Countless mournful cries of ghosts and wolves instantly drowned out the war drums of the heavenly soldiers.
The long-lurking demons, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into the sky from below the canyon.
Some of them are missing arms or legs, some have only a huge head, and some are covered with tentacles.
"How...how can there be so many ghosts here?!"
The golden-armored commander's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to raise his spear to meet the enemy, a huge ghostly hand emerged from the black mist and grabbed his ankle.
"Hehe, this golden one is mine!"
A grotesque demon with a broken knife stuck in its head chuckled and suddenly yanked.
"what--!"
The golden-armored commander screamed as he was dragged into the horde of ghosts.
Then came the teeth-grinding sounds of tearing and chewing.
"Ah... my leg!"
"Help... What kind of monster is this?!"
"Don't eat me...no—"
The once imposing heavenly soldiers and generals were instantly thrown into chaos.
In the face of these evil spirits that crawled out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts, the pampered divine soldiers of the Imperial Abyss Palace were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.
Blood stained the clouds red.
Limbs and severed arms fell like raindrops.
Guiya did not make a move.
He shook the rattle drum, beckoned with his finger, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chair, made of skulls, floated brazenly above the battlefield.
Guiya sat down with his legs crossed.
"Hey you, don't just eat meat, chew the bones too, it'll help you get calcium."
Guiya pointed to a ghost general below who was feasting and gave him instructions in a leisurely manner.
"Yes... Your Majesty!"
The ghost general, his mouth full of blood and still clutching half a heavenly soldier's thigh, immediately bit down hard upon hearing this, crunching the bone and flesh to pieces with a look of pure enjoyment.
"Your Majesty, the meat in this divine weapon is a bit tough!"
A little devil next to him was playing with the heavenly soldier's intestines as if they were ropes, while complaining.
Gui Ya laughed loudly: "That's because your teeth are bad. Go get a new set of shark teeth!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The battlefield turned into a slaughterhouse, and even more so into an absurd carnival party.
The screams gradually subsided.
Hundreds of heavenly soldiers and generals were devoured in less than half an incense stick's time.
Even the weapons were chewed up and swallowed by those vicious demons with sharp teeth.
The last divine general, covered in blood, leaned against a giant rock, looking in despair at the countless evil spirits that were closing in on him.
He trembled as he raised the broken sword in his hand, crying out to the heavens in anguish, "God Emperor... save me..."
Before he could finish speaking, the tide of ghosts engulfed him.
The sound stopped abruptly.
In the world, only the satisfied burps and chewing sounds of the evil spirits remained.
Guiya sat on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chair, looking down at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the maniacal smile on his face gradually fading.
He snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"The realm of gods? Nothing special."
He stood up, his feet planted on the Ghost Chair, and roared triumphantly at the horde of ghosts below, their mouths drooling with food: "My little minions! Are you full?"
"I'm full!"
The roar of ten thousand ghosts shattered the surrounding clouds.
"This is just the appetizer!"
Gui Ya spread his arms wide, his voice arrogant: "Follow me, and soon I'll lead you into that old man's temple."
"Catch that damned Di Yuan and make us some soup!"
After a brief silence.
A thunderous roar of cheers erupted.
"The mighty king!"
"Your Majesty is so domineering!"
"Stew up Di Yuan! Stew up Di Yuan!"
Every skull on the throne of ten thousand ghosts seemed to come alive at this moment, its jaws opening and closing, shouting in unison, "King, awesome! King, awesome!"
The scene was both terrifying and strangely comical.
Gui Ya felt extremely pleased as he listened to the deafening flattery.
He sat back down in his chair, crossed his legs, and shook his feet, looking like an arrogant nouveau riche kid.
"Alright, alright, keep it low-key."
Gui Ya waved his hand. Although he said he was being low-key, his expression clearly said, "I'd love to hear more praise."
The cheers gradually subsided.
Guiya seemed to suddenly remember something important.
The arrogance on his face vanished instantly.
He looked down at his perfectly intact body.
His skin was pale and tender, without a single scratch.
"Tsk."
Guiya clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction: "This won't do."
A mischievous little boy, with a large head and a small body, shrewdly approached, his face full of obsequiousness: "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"Is it because these heavenly soldiers are too weak that you didn't get enough of killing them?"
Gui Ya nodded, looking troubled: "How am I supposed to explain this to everyone back home looking like this?"