The God of Cataka
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"Why does he like killing himself so much?" Xie Ma shouted in panic as he rushed towards Shen Zhu and scooped the young man's shoulders, then laid Shen Zhu's head on his lap.
Dark smoke billowed from Xiao Mao's body, then sucked into Shen Zhu's wound. Xiao Mao's body slowly melted into gold-colored dust flakes, then shrunk leaving the figure of a small cat curling up helplessly.
"What's going on?" peekik Bao Yu was getting panicked. "Why did Xiao Mao change shape?"
"Petaka Pool can only restore his life," explained the eleven-year-old boy who became the Pillar of the God of Catastrophe. "But it cannot restore its godhood. His cultivation for thousands of years had been snatched away by Long Qiuyun. Now Xiao Mao is just an ordinary cat fairy."
The whole room was squeezing hearing his words.
"The situation is urgent" Liu Tang said. "And the only person we'd ever expect to be is down!"
"Don't worry," Jingwei calmed Liu Tang. "There is one place with an inverse time difference with the Upper World. Underworld. One day in the human world, one thousand days in the Underworld. I'll take them there!"
Everyone stared at Jingwei with a look of hope.
Jingwei smiled and nodded. Then sit cross-legged on the floor.
Xie Ma laid Shen Zhu in front of the boy, then placed Xiao Mao in Shen Zhu's arms.
Jingwei began to concentrate on reciting the incantation and set up a grand formation to open the teleportation gate. Then a transparent golden colored light shaped tube exploded around him. Shen Zhu's body disappeared with Jingwei.
A few seconds later, Shen Zhu's figure reappeared in the light tube in a bent position. A pair of dark-colored wings stretched out on his back. A strand of dark chains wrapped around his shoulder like a scarf. Next to his legs folded back with resting on his knees, the other legs folded in front of the chest with resting on the soles of the feet. Next to her hand was holding the angel of death's sickle, the other hand was clawing at the surface of the floor.
It is the embodiment of angkaramurka.
And Shen Zhu will continue to change shape according to his emotions.
"All the misfortunes we have received.I will double!" Shen Zhu hissed sharply as he clenched his hands and tightened the grip on his sickle stick.
His voice sounded like a flood in the distance.
The entire place trembled and rumbled due to the aura of his anger.
He raised his face. His pair of eyes were spouting blood-red flame tongues. Its wings flap in slow motion like in water. His hair and robe whipped around his body.
Dark smoke whirls around it, replacing the golden-colored light tubes. Making her look like an illusion.
He pulled up his body and turned to face the crowd.
The whole room was simultaneously kneeling.
Moments later, Shen Zhu had already darted out the gate, slamming through the darkness of the night on a black horse, escorted by Sicarii flying scattered on both sides, fusing with the darkness.
His dark robe was fluttering like smog, the strand of chains wrapped around his shoulders whipped behind him like a scarf. An urn hung on his belt.
The combined forces of the four sects followed behind him as well by riding horses.
Not a single incense stick, Shen Zhu was already in front of the gates of the Knight Alliance Headquarters.
The combined forces he was carrying spread outside the fort, hiding in every alley of civilian settlements.
"Free all the prisoners!" shen Zhu orders the Sicarii group.
The Sicarii group simultaneously scattered, jumping over the towering high wall fence, then landed on the roofs of buildings.
Shen Zhu stopped his horse right in front of the gate, raised both of his hands in front of his chest, put the tip of the flute in his mouth and began to blow it.
The Knight Alliance Headquarters was engulfed in a gale, engulfed in a mysterious dark mist that made the entire place look void like despair.
The soft rhythm pierced like the wind. Black-colored mist tendrils flowed out from the end of the flute like the image of a score. It spread all over the place and propagated to various corners of the building.
Time slowed slowly and stopped.
Every movement is locked. Everyone froze as if suddenly to stone.
The Sicarii slipped quickly into the detention rooms.
Their time is very limited. Shen Zhu had already warned them before leaving. The freezing magic only lasted for a few minutes.
"The most important thing is to bring out all the captives" he said. "The rest depends on each one's abilities!"
The battle ensued after a moment of the captives rushed out of the detention building.
"The rebels are fleeing!" Shouted one of the guards. And immediately the knights rushed towards the terrace.
The mood turned rowdy.
A TRAAAAANG!
A TRAAAAANG!
Metal noises clashed in the grounds of the prison building among the loud thumping noises and the rough hiccups of the guards.
The group of hunter gods that had just exited the prisoner building lunged at the same time towards the guards who were blocking on the terrace.
A SLAAASSSH!
A SLAAASSSH!
A number of daggers darted in the darkness from various directions.
The knights were alert. Then it soared to the roofs of the buildings.
YOAAARRRR!
YOAAARRRR!
Explosions of spiritual energy burst forth at several points, spitting out flashes of light and thick puffs of smoke.
Shi Tan lunged into the air as he swung his two swords in a cross motion that spouted a crescent-shaped flash of light crisscrossing.
BUOUUUM!
A number of knights bounced. The other knights charged in their place.
Qianxi burst out in quick succession in the midst of the siege along with the handsome bald-headed alchemist. Brutally ambushed just by relying on their fists.
"Let's race!" challenge Qianxi.
"Who's afraid?" Li Qinfeng responded enthusiastically.
"Not yet!" a ninja sergeant interrupts them, then banishes them with his palm and throws them in two opposite directions.
Li Qinfeng fell in shock. His chest seemed to explode. A horse approached him. Someone jumped down from the horse and pulled him up.
Qianxi landed violently against the wall of one of the buildings outside the fort. Then someone came up to him and put the girl on a horse.
"Assistance forces?" Qianxi hissed as she squinted her eyes. The one who saved him was Jialin.
The girl nodded with a smile. "God Zhu sent us!" he said as he waved one hand at his horse, allowing Qianxi to ride along.
Two Sicarii darted towards Jyu Jieru, the owner of the legendary Buddha Tread, clutching the man's arm to his left-right and fleeing the fortress.
Gouw Anio, the little summoner who could not control the monster he summoned soared to the roof and mounted the horses, trying to perform a summoning ritual among the barrage of arrows thrown by the knights.
GRAAAAAKKK!
A strand of dark chains ambushed his waist and threw him out of the fortress.
The girl's scream shrieked loudly and ended when a pair of hands caught her and landed her on the stage of a horse. Then fled.
Anio suffocated and turned his head back to look at the face of the person who ran away. "Young Master Bao!"
"It's not me" Tiao said. "God Zhu saved you" he said.
"Shen Zhu?" Anio frowned.
"Yes" answered Tiao, speeding up his horse. "He's back!"
