Chapter 559 — The Peak of This Life
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Suddenly the street split open, and a long spine burst through it like a dragon, ribs for legs, hurtling toward him with a shriek to kill! At the spine's end was a ferocious head—the head of a demon god, most likely—flesh long gone, its skull bristling with bone spurs, hairless and savage beyond measure, its vast bloody maw gaping wide as it pounced. Shen Mu bolted.
As he ran, a battlefield suddenly loomed up before him: countless skeletons locked in combat, their battered vital weapons flying, whipping sand and stone into the air. Shen Mu was about to skirt around it when the enormous spine rose into the air, treading on demonic fire.
Gritting his teeth, he could only charge into the battlefield. Only once inside did he realize how bad things were: every one of these warring skeletons was terrifyingly strong—even the weakest was scarcely weaker than he!
Boom, boom, boom! The sound of drums rolled out.
Two white-bone giants, each a hundred zhang tall, had pulled the great thighbones from their own bodies and, shaking their heads in excitement, were beating the war drums with them.
The drums thundered, and the skeleton soldiers on the battlefield went nearly berserk, slaughtering one another in a frenzy. Shen Mu sank into a bitter struggle. Stealing a glance, he saw the spine with its demon-god skull charging wildly back and forth, cutting its way toward him!
"Wei Liao is here! You demons and devils, dare to run wild no longer!
" Shen Mu turned toward the voice and saw the Qisha Star Lord Wei Liao, axe of office in hand, leading countless bones in a wild charge.
With a tremendous boom, that army of bones flooded the battlefield, and wherever it passed, shattered bone fragments whirled across the sky. Wei Liao swung his axe and smashed the demon god's skull to pieces, crying at the top of his voice, "In life, be a hero among men; in death, a hero among ghosts! Overthrow these demon whelps and rule the ill-omened land!
We shall become the ill omen itself! " Shen Mu gaped. Wei Liao swept the battlefield like a whirlwind driving dead leaves before it.
Before long, dry bones lay across the ground, and the victorious skeleton soldiers grinned, excitedly picking through the intact bones to replace the broken ones on their own bodies. Wei Liao strode over and said, "This ill-omened land is perilous beyond measure, young friend. We will see you out!
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