The scene was a mess, with injured bamboo men lying on the ground with their arms and legs twisted into twists, and pieces of bamboo swords and spears all over the place.
Buluo checked around.
It was clear to him.
It was Sandwalker Saltjou who had struck.
As an apostle, Buluo always carried out the will of the Psi-God, and he needed to stabilise the rear – as for the main battlefield in front, Hobald, who was good at combat and command, was in charge.
Salt Long, the stranger, was the object that Buluo focused on.
The origin of his identity was still a mystery.
Buluo had discussed it with Hobard many times.
Hobard, who revered force and collective order, had always insisted: “He needs to be captured!”
“If it can be transformed into one of our own, that’s no problem, if not, it must be taken out to avoid uncontrollable risks.”
“The Divine Kingdom cannot afford to have an unidentified outsider in existence.”
Buro agreed with the last sentence.
As a matter of fact, Saltguy took the initiative to visit Bullo early on.
This Sandwalker introduced himself, “It is rude to enter your place by mistake. I am Salt Long from the Yao Clan, a cultivator who trespassed into the precious land because I made a mistake in ascension.”
Bu Luo initially felt that this person was more than likely not in his right mind.
According to Yanjiu’s own words, he had broken through the two borders from another divine Kingdom and entered the Ghost Realm.
The key lay in the fact that he had neither a godly frame nor a godly body.
It was impossible for a Transcendent to break through the outer wall of the world’s rules even if he was a Transcendent.
This had nothing to do with strength or weakness, the intrinsic reason was the natural bondage of the power of the rules, a realm that belonged to gods only.
It was true that the race or profession of Sandwalkers did not exist in the Phantom Ghost World, and if a Transcendent as strong as Salt Long existed, it was impossible that the Apostles and Funeral Clans would know nothing about it.
Buro reported this matter officially to the gods, and the Psi-Ghost God gave the oracle.
–He is indeed from the outside world.
The gods’ assertion surprised the Horde and Hobbard extremely.
That madman was really from another god’s kingdom?
–He is not a believer of a rival god country, the power of faith is very strange, check him.
“Yes, Divine Lord!”
The two apostles made contact in their own way.
Hobald directly initiated the fight.
He fought with Saltcue, and Buro observed the entire fight.
Hobard was a high ranked ghoul, and an extremely rare individual among them that could possess intelligence. He waved his hooked claws with both hands, relying on his speed and strength to capture his enemies, like a humanoid beast.
Shiodome was a different style.
He moved in a calm and steady manner, not balking at all at a head-on confrontation, his body was covered in flames that rose up, and he went back and forth with Hobbard, like a rock in fire.
Hobbard kept on attacking frantically, but could not take down this Sandwalker.
Afterwards, Hobald commented, “He has a lot of combat experience and is very powerful. It would be great if he could become an apostle of Lord God.”
Buro’s method was to throw his weight around.
But Shiohisa said that he didn’t need anything. He said that he had been an ascetic, and that many times he would deliberately stay hungry to hone himself.
As a practitioner, reducing worldly desires was more beneficial to immersing oneself in cultivation.
Buluo was rendered speechless by him.
The other party did practice his words as well.
Salt Long didn’t even need to eat or drink, he could turn into yellow sand and come and go without a trace. But most of the time he was still stopping and going like an ordinary Funeral Clan.
To say that he had desires, he also had them.
“I want to return to the world of the Yao Clan, I want to confess to the gods outside the temple, and I miss everything back home.”
Bu Luo scratched his head again as he listened.
This was certainly something that couldn’t be done.
Aside from the extraordinary power that Saltcue had shown, and his very different style of acting from the local community, the reaction of the gods behind it to this was quite intriguing.
Towards Saltcue, who was neither an enemy nor a friend, the Psi-God showed an ambiguous attitude.
Buro knew it well.
The Lord God was not benevolent or indifferent.
Being able to be the ultimate winner in all three divine wars, there was a deep meaning behind every time the Lord Psi-God issued an oracle.
Either a friend or an enemy, this was the usual policy of the Lord Goddess.
But on this occasion, there was an exception.
The god behind this Sandwalker was likely to be of great importance, and Lord Psi-God might have guessed his identity, so he kept his restraint.
According to what Saltjou had said, he had been gifted by the gods and had first entered the vortex world known as the Temple in the Clouds to cultivate before he was able to ascend and break the boundary.
Bu Luo had heard a little about the Vortex World, it was a horrible world that was destroying itself, capable of sucking all the other divine kingdoms around it and turning them into its vassals.
To be able to place a believer in that kind of place and give him the ability to [ascend]…… what great power the god behind it has is truly unimaginable.
With such a powerful god, was it really just a mistake to let the Sandwalker ascend?
There might be a pair of vast and deep eyes that are gazing at this place.
Buluo felt a heavy sense of oppression.
The god-sama surely knew better than himself and what this represented.
Although he hated to admit it, Bu Luo was basically certain that the deity behind Sandwalker Salt Long was an existence that Lord Psi-Ghost God was currently having trouble fighting against.
The Psi-Ghost World had always preached about recognising reality, and Buluo didn’t see this as much of a problem. Recognising the gap, then one could better survive and grow on.
Therefore, after consulting the God-sama, Bu Luo learnt that he would not allow Salt Long to join the God War. He understood what the god-sama meant.
This was the war of the Psi-Ghost Realm, don’t let that powerful god behind it underestimate this place.
Respect had to be won on its own.
But now that it was Saltcue who had taken the initiative to join the war, that was another matter.
……
Buro was still checking the damage in the rear and gathering up the wounded of the Funeral Clan who had been injured by the Bamboo Bird’s attack, when a spectre came running to report the news.
“Lord Hobard said that the crazy …… Sandwalker fought with the Bamboo Beast in front.”
Buro’s eyes lit up.
Well fought, well fought.
Let’s just let Saltjou go and have a good time consuming the various bamboo beasts of the Bamboo Reed Kingdom, and maybe we can see what he looks like at full strength.
Ghost added, “That’s …… him charging all the way into the enemy camp and killing it.”
“Huh?”
“Lord Hobard is going to sit in the tomb complex, so please go over and rescue him.”
The Blobs were a little dizzy.
This guy’s shift back and forth was also a little too big, and he didn’t care once the fight started.
He hurriedly rushed to the front line, and sure enough, he saw that Saltjou was alone in the enemy camp, fighting two bamboo beasts.
He transformed into a fireman and jumped back and forth between a six-armed bamboo beast and a spherical bamboo beast to attack, the flames ignited the bamboo armour on the back of the bamboo beasts, causing the entire battlefield to become filled with black smoke.
When Salt Long was hit by the bamboo beast, his body turned into yellow sand and scattered, before coalescing back out on the other side in safety.
It didn’t take long for him to completely dismantle the six-armed bamboo beast and incinerate another spherical bamboo beast with a beating, causing it to have to retreat to repair itself.
Buro looked on in a good mood.
The powerful Salt Long was an extra sharp sword in the Phantom Ghost Realm at this time.
He was a madman who liked to challenge the strong, and the stronger the bamboo beast was, the more vigour he had. He could create chaos on the enemy side and fight for more space to lay down the defence line.
Buluo was about to go over and remind Saltjou to retreat.
Suddenly, a terrifying power lingered between heaven and earth.
Not good!
The gods had struck!
Buluo shouted in Saltcue’s direction, “Run!”
Descending at the same time as the reminder, there was also a patch of green marks on the ground spreading all around, and they were like cracks in an earthquake, instantly completing the construction on the ground.
A serpentine green light emerged from the cracks, like countless vines reaching out in all directions, churning and crushing the surrounding tombs, and also entangling Salt Long.
Finished.
Buluo looked at it in a cold sweat.
The miracle of this kind of power …… is difficult to survive even for an apostle.
The Bamboo Reed King was trying to directly kill Salt Long.
Buro was anxious in his heart but could do nothing.
The green on the ground in front of him suddenly crumbled, and a black stone pillar rose from the ground.
It was the miracle of Lord Psi-God!
The confrontation between the gods had begun.
Buro suddenly noticed a figure slowly coalescing out of the gravel on the ground not far ahead.
Salt Long appeared extremely weak, and was all a bit unsteady on his feet, his life was on the verge of being overrun.
Before Bu Luo had time to be happy, suddenly his face changed again.
It was because there was a [Madness Tombstone] at the place where Salt Long escaped to.
The half-faced skeleton was crunching and laughing, a green light in its eyes, and ghostly flames that were enough to incinerate bamboo beasts gushed out, completely drowning Saltcue!
It was over, this time it was really over.
Buluo simply couldn’t make it over in time.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that surrounded by the spectral fire, Yanjiu did not die. Instead of being fine, he was kneeling on the ground, a smile on his face, and was praying devoutly, as if he had forgotten that this was a battlefield.
In front of the weak Saltcue, there stood a giant that looked like a mountain.
The giant’s eyes were pale, its head had four curved horns, and its blocky muscles were like knives and axes; it was clad in leaves and moss, as if it had awakened from some kind of long sleep, and a cloud of white mist poured out of its fang-covered mouth.
Spectral fire ignited its body.
The giant, however, seemed to feel no pain.
It just slowly turned its face sideways and looked down at the crazy tombstone that kept spewing fire. Then it raised its foot and stomped down, and instantly the half-faced skeleton shattered into pieces, turning into tired broken bones that covered the tombstone.
Then the giant turned around and grabbed the six-armed bamboo beast that was trying to attack the sand walker with one hand, smashed its head with one punch, yanked it by the neck and slammed it to the ground, and the bamboo beast instantly collapsed into a field of bamboo human corpses, and the ghosts ran in all directions in fear.
This scene saw Blo’s mouth dry.
This giant was an apostle.
It could only be under the command of that powerful god behind Salt Long, and it treated both ghouls and bamboo beasts equally, directly destroying those who dared to approach.
The sheer power …… displayed by the giant is already no different from a god.
Buro recalled Saltcue’s words.
–I am still far from the Apostle adults.
He wasn’t joking.
