PFC Chapter 298: Mechanical, Cold, and Warm
Chapter 298: Mechanical, Cold, and Warm
The Sixth Seat gripped the blood hammer tightly in his hand, his fingers sinking deeply into the texture of the hammer handle, as if he wanted to merge the weapon with his body.
His gaze was fixed on the cracked town monument, a ferocious glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a twisted smile.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, and each breath seemed to be gathering strength for the next action.
After three hammer strikes, the Zhenxu Monument was already on the verge of collapse.
A huge crack spread from the center of the monument to the surrounding areas, as if it was torn apart by some invisible force.
The runes on the monument flickered faintly in the cracks, as if making their last struggle.
However, at this moment, the blood hammer in the sixth seat's hand suddenly changed.
The originally bright blood patterns on the surface of the blood hammer began to gradually disappear, and the originally flowing blood light became dim, as if it was a sign that the power was about to be exhausted.
The sixth seat's gaze suddenly fixed, a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.
He knew that the power of the blood hammer was dissipating, while the suppression of the ruins monument was still strong.
Without any hesitation, the Sixth Seat's other hand suddenly slashed at the hand holding the hammer.
His movements were swift and decisive, his sharp nails scratching the skin and blood gushing out instantly.
His expression showed no trace of pain, but rather a hint of determination. Blood dripped from his wrist onto the surface of the blood hammer.
In an instant, the blood hammer seemed to be injected with new life.
It greedily absorbed the blood of the Sixth Seat. The originally dim blood veins lit up again, and the blood light flowed again on the hammer, as if it was an awakened demon.
The surface of the blood hammer flickered with a strange red light, and the blood texture became clear and bright again, as if announcing that its power had been restored.
A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the sixth seat, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"I will shatter you into pieces. Even the King of Hell can't stop me!!!"
The roar of the sixth seat was like a roar coming from the depths of hell, full of madness and determination.
His voice echoed in the empty space, as if even the air was ignited by his anger.
There was an almost insane light in his eyes, as if he had bet everything on this moment.
The sixth seat swung the blood hammer in his hand frantically. His movements were swift and powerful, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on this one strike.
The blood hammer in his hand drew bloody tracks, like burning whips, tearing the surrounding air.
His muscles were tense and veins bulged, and every muscle provided endless power for this attack.
"Dong dong!"
With two consecutive blows, the blood hammer smashed onto the Zhenxu Monument like a meteorite.
Every collision made a deafening sound, as if it was a roar between heaven and earth.
Under the impact of the two hammers, the Zhenxu Stele began to vibrate violently, and the cracks on the surface spread instantly, covering the entire stele like a spider web.
The ancient runes flickered faintly in the vibration, as if making a final resistance.
However, all this resistance was in vain.
As the sixth seat's third hammer fell, the extremely hard Zhenxu Monument finally couldn't withstand the huge impact and collapsed instantly.
Countless fragments flew around like a rainstorm, making a "crashing" sound, as if it was the collapse of an ancient power.
The fragments of the Zhenxu Monument flew in the air, and finally fell slowly, turning into rubble on the ground.
In an instant, the repressive force that enveloped the entire fasting center disappeared like a torn spider web.
The originally oppressive atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, as if an invisible shackle had been released.
The fourth seat stood aside, his eyes fixed on the broken ruins monument, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
As the Zhenxu Monument shattered, the aura on his body changed instantly.
A powerful pressure surged out from his body, spreading like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire space.
This is the power of Klein's realm, powerful and unstoppable, as if even the air is oppressed by his momentum.
"Hahaha! Not bad!
Although it cost a lot, we finally broke the damned ruins monument. Now let's see who can stop us!"
The laughter of the fourth seat echoed in the air, full of confidence and enthusiasm.
At the same time, the sixth seat also slowly walked out from the fragments of the Zhenxu Monument.
His body was covered in blood, some of which flowed down from his wrists, staining his clothes red.
This made him look a little embarrassed, but although his face was a little pale, his expression became more sinister.
There was a fanatical glint in his eyes, as if the sacrifice he had just made had made him more determined in his belief.
"Master [Whisper] guides our steps forward, and we are loyal to Master [Whisper],
Now that the Master is not in the fasting hall, no one can stop us!"
The sixth seat's voice was low and hoarse, and every word revealed an unquestionable determination.
His eyes met the fourth seat, and both of them had a crazy excitement in their eyes.
"It's time to find that target and crush him!" There was a cold murderous intent in the voice of the sixth seat.
He tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the mental hospital, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
The fourth seat also followed his gaze, and there was also a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The two of them walked towards the mental hospital at the same time.
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Lin Qiye sat on the bed in the alloy ward, leaning forward slightly, his hands folded on his knees, his eyes fixed on the door of the ward.
His breathing was steady and rhythmic.
Suddenly, he felt an invisible sense of oppression quietly disappear, as if an invisible shackle was released from him.
His body shook slightly, and the power in his body surged instantly, like a released torrent, and quickly recovered to the state of Chuan.
"What's going on? Why did the suppressing and sealing power disappear? What happened?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes.
He stood up subconsciously, every cell in his body feeling this sudden change.
At this moment, a slight air fluctuation was heard, and then Zhang Yun's figure suddenly appeared in his room.
His movements were so light that there was almost no sound, as if he appeared out of thin air.
Zhang Yun put his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and had a relaxed smile on his face, as if he had just been taking a walk.
"Hey! Qiye, the chance to escape from prison that you have been waiting for is here!" Zhang Yun's voice was low and powerful, with an excitement that was difficult to conceal.
He glanced at Lin Qiye, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"There's a lot of chaos going on outside right now, this is a good opportunity!"
Lin Qiye's gaze instantly fell on Zhang Yun. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by calmness.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone:
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Yun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile:
"What's the meaning?
Can't you feel what's happening outside?
The monument to suppress the ruins was destroyed, and the suppressive power of the entire fasting center disappeared.
There's chaos outside right now, this is a good opportunity for us to take action!"
There was a hint of urgency in his voice, as if he couldn't wait to rush out.
Lin Qiye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly released his mental power.
His body trembled slightly, as if he was feeling the subtle changes in the air around him.
The mental power spread rapidly like invisible tentacles, penetrating the walls and corridors, and even extending to every corner of the entire fasting center.
As his mental power spread, Lin Qiye's brows gradually furrowed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He could clearly sense that the order in the entire fasting center had completely collapsed.
The prisoners' riot was like a sudden storm that instantly swept across the entire prison area.
Their shouts, the clashing of iron railings, and the chaotic sound of footsteps intertwined together to form a deafening clamor.
In Lin Qiye's perception, the prisoners were like a group of released wild beasts, frantically breaking through the constraints of the cells and rushing in all directions of the prison.
Their power was released in the riots, and the force that had been suppressed is now running wild like a wild horse.
The prisoners shuttled through the corridor, their eyes filled with fanaticism and desire, as if they had forgotten their fear.
The prison guards were clearly caught off guard, their voices faint amidst the chaos.
The prison guards tried to maintain order, but the prisoners' riot was like a flood and could not be stopped.
Lin Qiye could feel the panic and helplessness of the prison guards.
Their weapons seemed useless under the prisoners' attack, and some prison guards were even subdued by the prisoners and forced to retreat to safer areas.
Lin Qiye's breathing quickened slightly, and his mental power continued to deepen.
He discovered that the riot was not just a spontaneous action of the prisoners, but seemed to be driven by some external force.
In his perception, there were several figures that were particularly active. They were powerful and moved quickly.
"It's a mess outside." Lin Qiye opened his eyes, his eyes showing a hint of calmness and determination.
Lin Qiye's breathing quickened slightly, as if he could feel the surge of power in his body and the chaotic atmosphere outside.
There was a glint of determination in his eyes, his body leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists, as if he was ready to act.
He nodded slightly, his tone firm, as if every word contained unshakable determination:
"Okay, so what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Zhang Yun stood beside him, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He smiled slightly and waved his hands lightly in the air, as if performing some kind of magic.
As he moved, ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and a space door with a faint glow quietly appeared.
The outline of the door is like flowing liquid, emitting a faint light, as if connecting to another world.
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun looked at each other, then took a step forward without hesitation and passed through the space gate.
In an instant, they appeared in the hospital's alloy passage outside.
On the walls of the passage, the alloy material gleamed coldly under the light, appearing exceptionally solid.
However, the passage seemed unusually quiet at this moment, as if the riot just now had not affected this place.
Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the passage, and there was a hint of calmness in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and said in a low and powerful voice:
"Now let's go find Old Dog Wu!"
"Don't look anymore! I'm coming!"
A low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the passage, like a whisper coming from a dark corner.
Lin Qiye and Zhang Yun stopped in their tracks instantly, their eyes all looking in the direction where the sound came from.