Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 670: The Beast Tide Approaches, and the Night Man Returns

Lu Qiu felt like he was floating, like a piece of seaweed rolling in the rough sea, up and down, dizzy.

Suddenly, a huge force pulled him out of the water. He spat out a mouthful of sea water with a "wow" sound and choked and coughed.

"Cough cough... cough cough... am I... still alive?" Lu Qiu opened his eyes dazedly.

I found myself lying on the cold, hard ground, all wet, as if I had just been pulled out of the water.

He struggled to get up, looked around, and found himself in an unfamiliar place.

The towering city walls, the dilapidated houses, and the strong smell of blood and gunpowder in the air gave him the illusion that he was in hell.

"Where... where is this?" Lu Qiu was confused and felt that his brain was not enough.

"Shenlong Pass." A low voice sounded in his ears.

Lu Qiu turned around and saw a burly man with a full beard standing next to him.

Holding a blood-stained sword in his hand, he stared into the distance with sharp eyes.

"Shenlong Pass?" Lu Qiu frowned. Why does this name sound so familiar?

Wait...Shenlong Pass...Beast Tide...Could it be...

He suddenly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Beast tide! I... I'm not dead?" Lu Qiu felt like his heart was about to jump out.

"Haha, kid, you're lucky." The bearded man grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.

"However, now is not the time to be thankful. The beast tide is about to breach the city wall."

"What?!" Lu Qiu was shocked and looked up quickly.

I saw a dark mass in the distance, surging like a tide. It was a ferocious tide of beasts!

Boom! Boom!

Under the fierce impact of the beast tide, the walls of Shenlong Pass began to shake violently, bricks and stones collapsed, and dust flew.

"Brothers, prepare for battle!" the bearded man roared, drew his sword, and rushed towards the city wall.

The other Night's Watchmen drew their weapons and followed suit.

On the city wall, the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

Fang Zuo glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and smiled bitterly.

"The time has come..." he muttered to himself, then suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight.

"Brothers, how long can we hold on?" A young night watchman asked with a smile, his tone relaxed but with a hint of determination.

"Hold on until tomorrow morning and have a hot breakfast!" Another night watchman laughed, as if the beast tide was just a joke.

"I bet five minutes!"

The third night watchman shrugged. "In five minutes, I'll probably be animal food."

"Haha, you're too pessimistic!"

"Are you ready?" Fang Zuo's voice was low and powerful.

"Always ready!" The three Night Watchmen answered in unison, with determination glittering in their eyes.

They raised the emblems in their hands, ready to activate the power within them.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

buzzing...

The emblem suddenly vibrated violently, making a sharp buzzing sound, and then... it flew out of their hands and flew into the sky!

"Damn it! What's going on?"

"My coat of arms!"

"What the hell!"

The four night watchmen were stunned for a moment, their faces filled with confusion and doubt.

They had never encountered such a situation before. How could the emblem suddenly fly away?

At this moment, Fang Zuo suddenly felt the light around him dim.

He looked up and found that the sky had become pitch black.

It was as if covered by a huge black cloth.

"What's going on?" Fang Zuo felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Then, something even more bizarre happened.

The heavy cannons on the city walls and the small thermal weapons in the hands of the soldiers,

Even the gravel on the ground began to slowly rise into the air and float in the air, as if it had lost gravity.

"Am I... am I dazzled?" A night watchman rubbed his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?" Another night watchman turned pale with fear and his voice trembled.

Everyone was stunned. They had never seen such a strange sight. It was as if the end of the world was coming.

"Fang Zuo..." A night watchman looked at Fang Zuo,

Fang Zuo didn't say anything. He stared at the sky, his heart full of confusion and uneasiness.

"What...what is that?" A soldier pointed at the white clouds in the sky, his voice trembling.

Everyone followed his finger and saw seven figures slowly emerging from the white clouds...

Above Shenlong Pass, the thick clouds seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and seven figures slowly appeared like divine soldiers descending from the sky.

The most eye-catching one is a fat man wearing a Zhu Bajie mask.

He stared with his small, bell-like eyes, muttering, "Oh my god, what the hell is this? How did a city wall appear out of nowhere? Did I, Old Pig, travel through time?"

He scratched his belly, looking confused.

Beside him, a figure wearing a Sun Wukong mask rolled his eyes.

He said angrily: "You fat pig, stop talking nonsense! This is Shenlong Pass, our mission target."

"Mission objective? What mission? Eat roast suckling pig?" When the fat man under Zhu Bajie's mask heard the word "mission", his eyes immediately lit up and his saliva almost flowed down.

"You only know how to eat! You only know how to eat! What else can you do besides eating?" A shrill voice came.

A figure wearing a Sha Monk mask said something to the fat man in a bad mood.

At this time, a figure wearing a Tang Monk mask spoke in a calm and solemn voice: "Everyone, now is not the time for idle chat. Let's analyze the current situation first."

He looked around with a deep and wise look.

"The appearance of Shenlong Pass and the scale of the beast tide are inconsistent with the intelligence we received previously. It seems that the situation in Daxia is more complicated than we imagined."

He paused and continued, "We must be cautious and take every step carefully to complete this mission."

There was a mysterious and tense atmosphere among the seven people, and they seemed to be plotting something earth-shattering.

Suddenly, seven people jumped down from the clouds at the same time, like seven meteors streaking across the night sky, heading straight for Shenlong Pass.

The speed is astonishing.

"What the hell! What...what are they going to do?"

The night watchmen on the city wall were stunned by this sudden change, each of them dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.

The figure wearing the Tang Monk mask waved his sleeves in the air.

An invisible force rolled Fang Zuo and the other four Night Watchmen backwards and gently placed them on the ground.

"Don't...don't come over!" A night watchman was trembling with fear and shouting incoherently.

However, the seven people ignored them and landed directly on the broken city wall.

Standing side by side, they are like seven gods descending to earth, majestic and imposing.

"Who...who are they?" a night watchman pointed at the seven people and asked in a trembling voice.

"Could it be... Could it be that they are..."

The other night watchman seemed to have thought of something and his face turned pale in an instant.

"The fifth... the fifth special team?" Fang Zuo widened his eyes and looked at the seven people in front of him in disbelief.

He vaguely remembered that a few years ago, an elite team called the "Fifth Special Team" mysteriously disappeared and had not been heard from since.

It is said that this team possesses extraordinary powers, capable of defeating a hundred enemies alone and even controlling the natural elements.

"Yes, that's them! I... I once heard my grandfather mention them. They... They are the Fifth Special Team!"

A young night watchman shouted excitedly.

"The Fifth Special Team...it's really them..." The night watchmen on the city wall were suddenly excited.

Everyone was so excited that tears filled their eyes, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

At this moment, the beast tide broke through the steel barrier and rushed towards the seven people like a flood breaking through a dam.

Their scarlet eyes stared at the seven people and they let out blood-curdling roars, as if they wanted to tear them to pieces.

Facing the surging tide of beasts, the seven people showed no fear at all, but instead revealed a hint of excitement in their smiles.

The leader, Cao Yuanhai, took off his Zhu Bajie mask, revealing a resolute and handsome face.

He took a deep breath and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Brothers, it's been a while since we last stretched our muscles. Let's have a good fight today!"

Cao Yuanhai's voice is sonorous and powerful, full of confidence and heroism.

"Fight!" The other six people drew their weapons at the same time and shouted deafeningly.

The momentum was as strong as a rainbow, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth apart.

The air is filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, and a world-shaking war is about to begin...

Cao Yuanhai licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes, and he whispered, "It's been a long time... I haven't had such a good time..."