Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 35 Magic Weapons

The dog-headed abbot died of old age.

To the outside world, Huizhen only said that the old abbot had seen through the vanities of the world and passed away on the spot.

But this has nothing to do with Shinobu, who is about to leave the city.

He's just an old dog-headed man.

In the torrent of his memories, he had witnessed the birth, aging, sickness, and death of countless kobolds.

That old man was no more deserving of sympathy than anyone else; in fact, he died a worthy death.

With Huizhen's help, the arrangements for leaving the city were quickly made.

The trials of the gods are coming to an end.

He was finally able to leave this chaotic and corrupt southern state and return to his tribe.

The only problem was that the drow elf named Liss was like an unremovable plaster, always sticking to her side.

Given the current situation, he had no choice but to take her with him for the time being.

But the trial did not seem to end as he had expected.

An obstacle still appeared.

Dragonblood Kobold, Monk.

Its tall figure, clad in heavy iron armor, blocked the stone road like a wall.

"Why are you stopping me?"

Shinzo stopped and naturally placed his hand on the hilt of the broken sword.

"I will not allow you to leave alive and go to hinder my gods."

Monk felt a little uneasy for some reason, but his god was still mired in the quagmire of divine war in the north.

He would not allow anyone who was suspected of being a chosen one of the gods to leave his sight and cause trouble for his god.

"Then let your god come to see me."

"How dare you!"

Monk's eye twitched violently, and a furious roar rolled out from his throat.

The dragonblood kobolds behind him could no longer contain themselves and charged forward with their weapons.

If it were a day ago, facing this group of iron lumps, Xin Zang would have had no choice but to temporarily avoid their sharp edge.

But he is no longer the same person he used to be.

The fire in my heart burns deep within my chest.

The perception of the five senses was instantly elevated to a completely new dimension.

The sound of weapons cutting through the air was so clear, and everyone's movements were so slow.

Martial arts skills, combined with inner fire.

He turned sideways and took a step.

Xin Zang's fists and legs cut into the blind spots of the Dragonblood Kobolds' attacks, striking their wrists and the backs of their knees.

Close-quarters combat renders long weapons ineffective, while relentless attacks on the lower body employ every conceivable tactic.

The kobolds in the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas have accumulated countless combat skills over the past thousand years, though Xinzang has only grasped the basics.

But that was enough for him to see through all the kobolds' weaknesses.

In just a few brief encounters.

Several dragonblood kobolds were knocked out of their hands and fell to the ground, their weapons and armor discarded.

Meanwhile, the troublemaking drow elf had already nimbly leaped onto the rooftop next to him.

She sat on the roof tile, her two long legs dangling in mid-air, swinging leisurely.

Looking at Xin Zang's one-sided crushing victory below, she smiled and rested her chin on her hand.

"Oh dear, the one on the left is about to get up."

"You kobolds, hit his legs! It's not like his legs are on fire."

Those who seem to thrive on chaos are on top of it, shouting a few words of encouragement.

Hearing this, Monk's forehead veins throbbed.

"You are a respectable opponent."

With a stern face, Monk pulled a double-barreled pistol from his pocket.

An exquisite creation far beyond its time, a pure killing tool, its cold barrel engraved with dense blue-purple runes.

Shinzo had never seen such a weapon before.

But the moment the gun was pointed at him,

The fire within his chest suddenly leaped, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he were being targeted by a venomous snake.

Extremely dangerous.

Without hesitation, he mobilized the Buddhist power within his body, which he had just begun to grasp.

A dazzling Buddhist light emanated from his body, vaguely condensing into a fierce and wrathful phantom image in front of him.

With a sudden burst of force, Shinzo pulled his body to the side, trying to avoid a blind spot.

"Bang!"

Gunshots.

The gun wasn't even pointed at him.

But he was still struck in the chest with tremendous force, and the street in his field of vision receded instantly.

Shinzo was thrown out by the violent kinetic energy, smashing through the earthen wall on the side of the street and crashing into the house next door.

The solid, diamond-like phantom before him shattered layer by layer like glass, turning into sparks of fire.

His figure was swallowed up by gravel and dust.

"A magical short gun, its bullets are locked on. A single shot is fatal; this is a weapon of death bestowed by my god."

Monk lowered the slightly hot barrel of his gun and stared at the collapsed ruins.

"It was originally prepared for the leaders of the Northern Faction, but I didn't expect it to be used on you. So it's not a bad deal."

On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, a storm was raging.

In just one day, this human's progress was too monstrous; if he were allowed to leave alive, he would surely become a great threat.

But it's over.

The power of this shot would make it extremely difficult for even a first-tier superhuman specializing in defense to survive.

Monk raised his head and looked at the roof where the drow elf had been.

No one is empty.

"Did it run away?" Monk sneered. "It ran fast, just like those underground rats."

suddenly.

"Thump."

A thunderous heartbeat echoed from the depths of the ruins.

"Thump, thump."

The heartbeat grew louder and louder, like the beating of a war drum, and the surrounding air began to rise eerily, becoming unusually hot.

Monk's expression changed drastically, and he gripped his heavy hammer tightly, roaring, "Form ranks!"

The remaining dragonblood kobolds frantically raised their shields, thrusting out their spears, poised to strike.

Amidst the billowing dust, a figure slowly emerged, stepping on broken bricks.

Unharmed.

Beneath the tattered fabric, a faint, shimmering light of Buddha appeared, flickering with each breath.

[Name: Shinzou]

[Age: 22]

[Race: Salaried Person]

[Transcendent Level 1 (Heartfire, Buddhism/Taoism)]

[Faith: Liang Jiu]

[Traits: Inherited Memory, Strength, Extraordinary Talent, Philosopher King (30%)]

"How many more shots like that can you fire?"

Xin Zang turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He casually picked up a rusty iron pot from the ruins.

The fire in his heart surged and poured into his arm. The pig iron, red-hot and molten, was twisted and stretched in his hands, turning into a rough, scorching javelin.

Monk remained silent and retreated to the rear of the shield formation.

The dragonblood kobolds in the front row raised their heavy tower shields, their spears forming a forest, and began to advance step by step.

"It seems that thing needs time to recover."

Before he could finish speaking...

Xin Cang's back suddenly arched, like a taut full moon.

The dark red javelin tore through the air, transforming into a fiery meteor that flew past the shield array and headed straight for Monk's face.

Monk roared and swung his heavy hammer down hard on the javelin in mid-air.

"clang--"

A loud bang.

Unimaginable kinetic energy surged into his arms through the hammer handle, instantly splitting Monk's hands open and splattering blood. The hammer was forcibly released from his grasp and flew out horizontally.

At that moment, under the cover of his javelin, Xin Zang charged headlong into the front ranks of the army.

Several spears thrust at him from all angles, but were blocked by the Buddha's light and could not penetrate even an inch further.

Ignoring the sharpness around him, Xin Zang braved the hail of bullets and reached out to grab the face of a dragonblood kobold.

Crimson flames erupted from his palm.

Screams echoed through the long street.

This elite dragonblood kobold struggled frantically in the high temperature, but within a few breaths it fell silent and became a sandbag held in someone's hand.

A pungent, burnt smell filled the air.

The remaining dragonblood kobolds' hands, gripping their spears, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fear, like a plague, spread rapidly through the solid formation.

The group of soldiers, who were supposed to be elite, looked at each other in bewilderment, and none of them dared to take another step forward.