Chapter 145: Sixteen Characters

Lu Chenyuan looked toward the characters emerging on the plaque, where four striking words were vertically inscribed: "Seven Apertures Pierce the Nether."

Following the same method, he watched as the remaining three memorial tablets also revealed ink-colored characters, which were respectively:

"The Mysterious Female Loses Her Defense."
"The Mortal Dust is Covered in Grime."
"The East Sea Floods with Filth."

What could this mean?

Lu Chenyuan could not help but knit his brows slightly.

Having scanned them all in a circle, aside from "The East Sea Floods with Filth" vaguely pointing toward the East Sea—

The voice of a familiar companion instantly banished that illusion into nothingness, and the faces of his companions emerged one by one from the depths of his mind.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Fu Yuesheng desperately unleashed wave after wave of palm force to repeatedly drive back Ji Yaohua. Unfortunately, he was heavily injured and had suffered massive consumption; he could barely manage to block her, yet proved unable to harm her. Meanwhile, Ji Yaohua continuously wove sword blosssoms to dissolve his palm force, charging forward time and time again.

About ten minutes later, several dozen riders followed the east-west avenue and arrived at the entrance of the prefectural office. The two figures leading the vanguard were Zhang Ximin and Chen Shou, commanders of the forward and left routes of the garrison battalion.

For a moment, the two of them lapsed into a heavy silence. Meanwhile, the driver in the front and the soldier sitting in the passenger seat did not turn back to pay them any mind. Under the watchful eyes of numerous patrolling soldiers, the sedan slowly drove toward the mountain behind the city.

In UC 0085, despite Fu taking great caution while living in the reformatory, the outstanding potential she inadvertently displayed drew the attention of the Murasame Research Institute, one of the Earth Federation Forces' Newtype research facilities.

Amidst the firelight illuminating this void, He Momiao looked at the remaining Zeon mobile suits participating in the siege of Unit 1 and smiled.

"Let them all out, let's have them eat first before talking about anything else." Seeing that several among these people were so starved their complexions were sallow and withered, Fang Hua spoke thus.

Because they were too far away, the Japanese soldiers were completely bewildered, having no idea where the grenades had flown in from. They did not even know in which direction to pursue.

The weapon in the Third Kazekage's hand mercilessly shattered Naruto's afterimage, while Sasori looked back toward the interior of the cave.

"Then, Boss Xia, was your trip smooth sailing? The Void Nether Stone should have been found, right?" Zhou Cheng immediately asked in succession.

The moment they laid eyes on it, numerous spellcasters almost simultaneously recognized this highly representative undead creature.

With every single character shouted out, the bloody glow of the flying sword before him intensified by a fraction. By the time the four characters "Azure Firmament Condenses Swords" were fully bellowed, the twin flying swords instantly erupted with boundless radiance. That crimson brilliance was so dazzlingly bright that it seemed as though the entire universe had transformed into a bloody crimson, while True Person Guicang was no longer clearly visible beneath this sanguine light.

Zhao Yuanyan, Zhuang Tingye, and Zhou Mou all involuntarily sucked in a cold breath; Fang Zheng's words had thoroughly startled them.

Seeing all the seed machine guns frozen into ice cubes and plummeting from the air onto the ground, it was evident that the Dewgong had seized the upper hand. Utilizing the same skill, the Ice type restrained the Grass type, and moreover, since the Ice type was Dewgong's own signature typing, its power was manifestly greater.

Gong Can went to find the exhibition center staff to explain the situation, only for them to give the same old reply—send your person in charge over. Truth be told, they hadn't wanted to allocate any quota to you in the first place.

Tall and feral wild elves, natural and lively wood elves, elegant and immaculate moon elves—various kinds of elves that were ordinarily difficult to catch a glimpse of were gathered all together here at this very moment.

After the Qingming Festival, the people coming successively to help Tang Guo with farmwork increased to thirty. The extra people had all come over from other villages.

Finally, the mecha spoke once again, yet that mechanical voice was several degrees lower than before, sounding like a dying person experiencing a final burst of clarity as they entrusted their last words.

Luo Zixiu was terrified; he had considered that the girl before him who looked only to be in her early twenties might not be as young as she appeared, but he absolutely never imagined that this not-so-young girl was already several hundred years of age.

However, the doctor had merely asked out of casual routine, yet Xiaoru did not know how to respond. She sat there quietly without speaking, gazing down at her conspicuously swollen belly.