Chapter 378 — The Fall of a God
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
So he said—but all the same he took out bottle after bottle of dragon saliva and swiftly poured it into the wounds, circulating his vital essence to help squeeze out the clotted blood and seal them shut.
Long Qilin said ingratiatingly, "Cult Master, I have done a great service this time, so my rations..."
Shen Mu paid it no mind and went to stand before the great deer. The deer was in far worse shape than Long Qilin, with more than twice as many flying swords stuck in its body, and it was still rubbing itself back and forth in Long Qilin's saliva.
Shen Mu shook his head. First he set the great deer's bones, then fetched more than a dozen bottles of dragon saliva to staunch the bleeding, and then drew out the flying swords one by one.
Much recovered from his injuries, Wang Muran ran over, picked up the deer antlers, and stuck them back on the great deer's head.
"Little Master, the antlers are on backwards," the great deer reminded him.
"Oh!"
Wang Muran hastily yanked the antlers out, drawing a spray of blood, and the great deer cried out in pain. Wang Muran hurriedly turned them the right way and stuck them back in, then begged a bottle of dragon saliva from Shen Mu and sprinkled it over the wounds.
Shen Mu went on to treat the wounds of the other flood dragons, and he had been busy at it for quite a while when all at once the sky outside turned snow-white, then just as suddenly darkened to a murky black, and then brightened once more.
Everyone hurried to look outside. The torrential rain had stopped dead, and a straight crack had opened across the sky, as if a great sword had cleaved it in two!
"This is..."
Shen Mu was shaken to the core. He murmured, "The Sun-Shooting Divine Cannon..."
From the riven sky, red lines suddenly came falling, one after another. Shen Mu raised a hand as if to catch them, then his expression changed drastically and he hastily dodged aside.
The red lines pattered down in front of the palace; wherever they fell, flowers bloomed across the hills and fields, and grass and trees shot up in a frenzy.
Divine blood fell from the heavens, as though the sky itself were wailing in grief.
A god had fallen.