Purgatory Artist-Chapter 411: Feeding

"Lift them up!"

"That's right, place them on the wall, as well as the Light Cannons here. Bury them underground, they'll automatically become invisible"

"Hurry up!"

Wang Jiancheng loudly shouted.

Following his instructions, the people coming and going quickly added various defensive and offensive facilities to the town.

15 minutes had passed.

As Wang Jiancheng quickly adjusted the parameters of the metal wall, he suddenly felt silence all around.

He turned around, only to see that everyone had disappeared.

The entire town fell into silence.

"Unrelated personnel disappeared?

Could it be ... "

While Wang Jiancheng was muttering, the ground suddenly began to shake.

His expression changed as he immediately jumped onto the recently completed metal wall and looked outside the town.

In the distant wilderness, a fully-armed team appeared.

Wang Jiancheng spat on the ground and cursed: "That damned underground palace, I knew it would make the victors continue to fight each other"

He looked down at the thick wall under his feet, then at the various large-scale war facilities in the town, his expression full of admiration.

My choice wasn't wrong.

That man is very strong, and he can predict the future, allowing me to prepare for a large-scale war ahead of time.

Wang Jiancheng jumped down from the wall, quickly walked to the bar and knocked on the door:

"Prophet sir, the war facilities you asked me to arrange have been completed"

"What do you think our next step should be?"

There was no response from the bar.

Wang Jiancheng walked in, only to see that the bar was empty.

There was a note on the empty bar counter.

He took the note and looked at it. A small line of text was written on it:

|Before I give the signal, only defend and do not attack|

Wang Jiancheng nodded in understanding.

Although he didn't know why they had to only defend and not attack, the Prophet definitely had a plan.

Then

Wang Jiancheng casually opened a screen, quickly operated it and issued an order to all the war facilities:

"Activate all defensive facilities, await further orders!"

On the other side.

In the wilderness, a bulky bald man in the team loudly called out:

"The other two are coming, let's wait for them first, then we'll attack together!"

"This way!"

Under his command, the team drew an arc in the air and quickly left the town.

This team was about to leave just like last time.

In the wasteland they passed, an inconspicuous rock suddenly disappeared.

Before the burly bald man could react, he found that his hands and feet had already been sent flying.

A strong hand pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up forcefully.

The sky was spinning and the earth was spinning!

The wind blew, but he couldn't erase the pain of having his hands and feet cut off.

Just as the bald man was about to wail, he realized that he had returned to the surface and was sitting in a bar in the town.

What incredible speed!

It's not just the blade that's fast.

It all happened quickly: the ambush, the attack, the kidnapping, and the return to the village.

How did this person do it?

Damn it!

He really shouldn't have casually probed such an existence.

The bald man's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He bitterly endured the pain and looked at the young man opposite him.

The young man said softly, "I cut off your limbs because I was afraid that you might have some kind of powerful ability. Now, I'll help you reattach them."

He pressed his hands and feet on the bald man's broken limbs and used the surging Holy Light to heal them, restoring them to their original state.

"I'm Liu Ping. What's your name?" The young man asked.

He looked at the lines of words above the other party's head:

[Unique Title: Ten Thousand Hands Ten Thousand Feet]

[Those with this Title possess Occultism hidden within their hands and feet, which can only be exerted with their hands or feet.]

[Although there's a limit, the Occultism they can release will be even more powerful.]

Because he already knew their route, Liu Ping used the [Occultism Rock] to turn into a normal rock and lay in ambush on the enemy's path.

When the enemy got close, he immediately recognized the Combatant hiding among his subordinates, cut off his hands and feet, and brought him back to the town.

Successful in one strike.

And so, the outcome of the battle had been decided.

While in Warden Mode, the other party's soul had already become his.

"Ahahaha, fool! You could've won, but you helped me reattach my hands and feet. Now prepare to die! "

The bald man laughed maniacally as he jumped up. His hands and feet looked like they were about to turn into something.

Plop!

He tripped over a chair and fell flat on his face.

Liu Ping looked at him sympathetically, then switched the baby girl in his arms and softly comforted her.

The bald man laid on the ground, breathing heavily: "What's going on ... my hands and feet have already been reattached, why don't I have any strength ... and I don't even have a bit of Occultism left ..."

Bam!

The door was pushed open.

Wang Zhong Yue walked in, looked at the man on the ground, then at Liu Ping.

"Sir, that team has disappeared" he spoke.

"There are still two more teams, you should go and face them together" Liu Ping said.

He glanced at the bald man on the ground.

The bald man felt an indescribable sense of danger from the depths of his soul, as if he would be torn apart at any moment.

"Soul ... you've enslaved my soul!"

He jumped up and angrily glared at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping seriously replied: "That's right, because I don't want to kill anyone, I've enslaved your soul. Now go and help"

The bald man glared at him.

"Or do you really want to die?" Liu Ping asked.

"Ahahaha, sir, you sure know how to joke. Who would want to die when they're still alive?" the bald man immediately bowed and said.

"Go" Liu Ping said.

The bald man turned around and followed Wang Zhong Yue out.

The door of the bar closed.

The bald man looked back with lingering fear and whispered to Wang Zhong Yue,

"What kind of profession is sir?"

Wang Zhong Yue said: "Be careful of the prophet, he knows what you're going to say now and what you're going to do later."

"Really?" the bald man said in disbelief.

Wang Zhong Yue sneered, pointed around and said: "When the last mission just ended, sir had already started to set up the defense. He already knew that there would be a chaotic battle next."

The bald man looked at the entire town that was armed to the teeth, and his expression gradually became a little fearful. He muttered in a low voice:

"That's right ... if he's not the prophet, why would he ambush me at the place I just passed by ..."

Wang Zhong Yue patted him on the shoulder and said: "Alright, let's get to work. There are still two more enemies, they should be here soon."

The two of them walked to the entrance of the town and jumped onto the city wall.

They saw two teams quietly stopping in the wilderness, far away from each other. They were wary of each other, and at the same time, they sized up the town in surprise.

A voice came from afar:

"Hey!

Old Lei, weren't you the one who attacked first?

Why did you join them so quickly? "

The bald man sighed and roared, "I was defeated with only one move!

I'm now sir's subordinate!!! "

When the two teams heard this, they immediately turned around and ran back the way they came.

What a joke!

They defeated old Lei in a single move.

Now it's two against two, and the town seems to have someone who knows how to build large-scale war facilities.

What's the point of fighting now?

Sure enough, sure enough.

An existence that can choose milk powder, diapers, and milk bottles is truly unfathomable and unstoppable.

"They're gone" the bald man was surprised.

"Master must have already expected that" Wang Zhong Yue praised.

"... I still haven't gotten over it" the bald man called old Lei sighed, "In just a short moment, I've already become someone else's slave"

"In the underground palace, you should be content to be able to survive" Wang Zhong Yue casually said.

In the bar.

A Card was placed on the counter.

There was a ferocious hammer drawn on the card.

[Nightmare Shatter]

[Hammer]

[Possesses a strange ability: No Pardon]

[Description: Any parry against this hammer is invalid. This hammer's attack will shatter all parries and hit the target with three times the true damage.]

Liu Ping placed Baina Blade next to the Card and said: "This is the Card I got from that guy just now after I defeated him"

Baina Blade buzzed:

"I've already felt its power. I need more things to analyze what's going on in this underground palace."

Liu Ping said: "There's a key point now, we have to catch it together."

"What is it?" Baina Blade asked.

Liu Ping slowly said: "The Sequence can distribute all kinds of Cards on its own, and can also erase the person who reveals the secret. Is it a triggering and coordinating mechanism, or ..." freёweɓnovel.com

"What kind of existence is secretly controlling the Sequence?"

Baina Blade buzzed: "This is simple. You also have a Sequence with you. It has been with you for a long time, why don't you ask it?"

"It's asleep" Liu Ping shrugged regretfully.

Baina Blade sneered: "I remember that the Sequence doesn't sleep"

Liu Ping said: "But the Heroic Spirit UI returned my three Profession Cards to me and lost too much energy, so it fell into a deep sleep."

"Of course it wouldn't be happy if its delicious food was taken away," Baina Blade continued.

Liu Ping was stunned.

Wait a minute!

If that's the case ...

Since the Heroic Spirit UI fell into a deep sleep because it lost three cards ...

Then, if I want to wake it up, all I have to do is feed it food?

Why didn't I think of such a simple thing earlier!

Liu Ping raised the Nightmare Hammer Card on the counter, took a deep breath, and said:

"Sequence, this is a powerful weapon card that contains the power of Nightmare and occultisim. I guarantee that you'll like it."

The void was silent.

Suddenly, a line of burning words popped out:

[Can you really let me eat it?]