Chapter 89 Sense of Oppression

As we all know, in the past, when the South Continent, the North Continent, the Middle Earth and the Thousand Islands were not divided and the world was one, everything in the world was under the control of the Eternal Empire.

When the original chaotic era ended, the Eternal Empire unified everything and controlled everything. Its rule even lasted for thousands of years...

Its terrifying power, strong foundation and rich accumulation are evident from this.

Under this premise, as a member of the resistance organization [Mo], in addition to determination and perseverance, the most important thing is the ability to run away!

Faced with the empire's frequent crackdowns, sweeping attacks, and sieges, all the Mohists in ancient times could do was to wander around and hide in dark corners.

It is normal to live in fear of losing your next meal after the last one.

what did you say?
Workshop?

What are you dreaming about, my friend!

Not to mention a workshop, even if you build a brick house, the Empire will tear it down and crush it to pieces before the ceiling is even put up.

You pulled up the wheat that had just been planted in the field, you killed the sows that had given birth in the pen, and you chopped all the earthworms on the ground in half!
For this reason, craftsmen must minimize their dependence on workshops and various equipment, and never stay in one place for a long time unless necessary.

Any trace left by an unregistered workshop will become a death warrant for the craftsman.

However, a craftsman without a workshop is like a civil servant without a regular position, a bottle of deflated Coke, a safety officer who can’t get on the table, or an author without recommendations and monthly tickets…

It's the kind of orphan state where you can't say you're dead, but you seem quite far away from being alive; and you can't say you're alive either, as you're just one breath away from death.

This kind of thing is not good without it, and it may even be fatal if you have it.

Faced with such an embarrassing and predicament of being stuck in a dilemma, members of all generations, the celestial beings and the chosen ones, tried and explored in secret countless times before they found the optimal solution.

This is the origin of [non-aggression].

In order to get rid of the craftsmen's dependence on workshops and tools, they even abandon workshops and tools - process the materials directly with their own hands, and perform alchemical operations on the substances with their own spiritual essence!
Therefore, there is no need for a furnace, and Feigong can manipulate the properties of matter wherever his hands reach. There is no need for tools, and Feigong can create circuits and runes at will wherever the spirit reaches.

As long as the hands of artisans exist, the struggle for ink will never end.

As long as the soul of craftsmen remains, innovation will never end!

No limits, no shackles.

All things in the world are created by these ten hands. Everything in the sky and on the earth is created by these ten fingers!

This is the [Non-Attack Creation]!
The result brought about by this is absolute control over one's spiritual essence!

Whether it is guiding, catalyzing, diffusing, converging, extracting and purifying... just as Ji Jue dreamed of in the past, he could arbitrarily extract and manipulate all the spiritual essence in the material.

Just like what Ji Jue saw at the moment when he merged with Fei Gong - the world was created by invisible hands, and the source of all Fei Gong's creations was the hands of craftsmen.

As long as it is within the range of Ji Jue's ten fingers, all changes in spiritual essence cannot bypass his control. Unless its qualitative change and quantity exceed Ji Jue's control ability by more than ten times, it will definitely be within his interference range.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Lou Feng tried, it was useless. From the day Fei Gong was born, it was the nemesis of all spiritual manipulation abilities.

All skills based on the use of spiritual energy are doomed to be reduced to their original form the moment they encounter it!

Our hero is like this, with a kind of beauty of intensity.

Who told you not to BAN?
Oh, it seems it’s not your turn yet, that’s okay.

Go to hell quickly!

Ji Jue pulled the trigger again, emptying the last row of single-headed bullets on his belt.

Snapped!
With his 'careless' wave of his hand, the furious beast formed by the spiritual essence froze in an instant, and began to dissipate again the moment it appeared, like an illusion that shattered at the touch of a finger.

Just like that, he admired Lou Feng's expression as if he had seen a ghost, and hid his right hand behind his back, which had cracked skin, curled nails, twitching, and numbness that was almost uncontrollable.

Clench your fingers.

Embers series of spiritual enhancement and physical manipulation.

A faint light appeared for a moment on the dark and complex totem.

Under Feigong's operation, the refining process began, the target was the damaged hands, and the purpose was to restore their original appearance.

This is the most basic operation in alchemy - repair. At this moment, with the dual blessing of fluid alchemy and modern alchemy, the two paths are advancing in parallel, with the inside and the outside in proportion.

In a flash, the peeling wounds healed, the bruises disappeared and were forcibly covered up, and the curled nails returned to their original positions and restored to their original appearance.

It was as if nothing had happened, everything was perfect.

As for the tiny scars and cracks on the internal bones, the broken capillaries and torn muscles... unless Mr. Lou's eyes were equipped with X-ray machines, no one would be able to see them.

This is the most amazing thing about magic. As long as you don’t understand what tricks are hidden behind that thin curtain, everything happening before your eyes will seem natural and incredible.

Lou Feng didn't need to know that Ji Jue's current level was still too low. Just the reverse dissolution of the opponent's shaping spirit every now and then was already exhausting and he was almost unable to hold on. He only needed to know that all his offensives and the Lou family heritage that he had been deeply proud of since he was a child were like a joke in front of his opponent. That was enough.

What followed was a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Compared to the shock brought by the cracking of spiritual shaping, the panic caused by instinct and the horror suffered by reason are the real straw that broke the camel's back!
At this moment, under the protection of the dragon scale helmet, Lou Feng was in a state of panic!

The coping strategies that were taught to him since he was young, and the rich experience accumulated by the Lou family for hundreds and thousands of years, kept emerging and disappearing from his mind like flowing water, but without leaving any trace at all. He had no idea what tricks Ji Jue was playing!
What the hell is going on? What happened? What the fuck is going on?!
He didn't even dare to rashly activate the other clone of his uncle hidden in the Sand Pearl on his wrist. This was his last life-saving talisman.

And at the moment when he saw Ji Jue loading a scarlet single-headed bullet into the gun, he instinctively felt the chill again, and his figure suddenly became blurred under the dragon scale helmet covered with cracks.

When it reappeared, it was already dozens of meters away. It kept its distance at all costs and put up a repulsive defense.

There is no longer the elegance and grace of just now.

His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.

He just stared at Ji Jue's appearance and his hands.

Is this non-attack? Is the matrix passed down by the saints so different from my own? ! Is there such an exaggerated matrix effect blessing in the world? !
Even though the essence of alchemy and common sense told him that it was impossible, it was impossible for such a bizarre thing to happen, he could no longer tell from that smile that contained hints of mockery and indifference.

The moment he noticed Ji Jue pulling the trigger, he subconsciously waved his hand!
The cold suddenly burst out, the wind and snow swirled, and a wall of ice and iron rose from the ground, blocking the muzzle of the gun... but what flew out of the muzzle was just an ordinary single-headed bullet.

It couldn't even penetrate the outermost defense of the Ice and Iron Wall.

Damn it, I got fooled again!

Ji Jue raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but whistle.

This wave of mystery was extremely effective. A wave of basic attacks almost fooled the opponent's flash and equipment skills. It was a pity that his ability was still insufficient.

As long as I can advance to the next level, or make further research in fluid alchemy and modern alchemy, this wave of pressure will be maximized, and the opponent won't even dare to fight me in a group.

I’m afraid that people will avoid me when they see me from now on.

"Calm down, boss!"

Slan's voice came from the communication: "Don't be fooled by that guy. I don't know what tricks he is playing, but it is definitely not as easy as it looks. This is not a one-on-one duel. There is no need to fight him alone!"

Bang!
Among the returning knights, Slan, who was in the front, suddenly waved his hand and threw a javelin towards Ji Jue, but in mid-air, the javelin was cut off by the iron piece thrown by Xiao An and exploded into a ball of scarlet blood.

The knights deployed their formation, protecting Lou Feng once again, and even gave up the blockade and siege of An Ran.

The Homecoming Knights followed orders and Slan's mind remained clear from beginning to end. Compared with victory, the boss's safety was the top priority. Winning was useless. Everyone came out to fight for money. Even if he killed these two guys here and the building was sealed, who would give him the final payment?
In less than a few minutes, most of Xiao An's spiritual essence had been consumed, and the surging sword energy was fluctuating, making it even more sharp and violent.

Fighting one against many, relying on the mobility brought by the sword's ringing, even with the large number of Homecoming Knights, they were unable to do anything to him at the moment, and only left a few wounds.

On the other hand, almost all of his opponents were injured, some were seriously wounded!
Unfortunately, the injury also cannot affect the opponent's combat effectiveness at the moment.

The large number of chosen ones who were conferred titles by the Red King all received the same blessings: drinking blood, destroying the strong, fighting fiercely... their endurance was maximized. And for a Grand Knight Commander like Slan who had reached the fifth level, the many blessings he received were enough to form a chain effect - [Wild Hunt]!
There is no weak spot, no fatigue, no fear of danger. As long as the health bar is still there, you can maintain peak combat effectiveness, and the less health you have, the stronger you are. If you keep your mind focused, you can fight endlessly!

In the decisive battle more than ninety years ago, seventy-one knights of the Red State charged into the battle and defeated the Iron Guards of the White State head-on, thus forming the banner of the returning knights. Fighting in life, returning home in death. To this day, the headless undead knight is still a terrifying nightmare circulating on the battlefields of Middle-earth.

At this moment, the knights who had regrouped did not rush to attack, but took off the pendant-shaped medicine bottles in their arms at the same time, bit the bottle mouth to pieces, spit it out, and then raised their heads to drink the potion.

Then, it seemed as if real blood-red flames rose from their bodies. The flames were like living things, connecting with each other, as if they were about to turn into a raging fire that would spread throughout the world.

Burning blood sacrifice, using the blood of a large group of Chosen as a sacrifice, sacrifice to the fungus group, in order to receive the gift from the fungus master. Exchange life for strength and endurance, all knights will share the same soul and blood source, and only a large group of Chosen with the same matrix can unite as one so conveniently.

The Homecoming Knights are going to fight to the death!
Under the protection of the wing formation, Lou Feng, who was covered in dirt, finally smiled and stared coldly at the remaining two enemies. Now, they had nowhere to escape, and even the broken car was gone...

etc--

Inexplicably, Lou Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling a chill coming from nowhere, and even a delayed sense of fear and suspicion, which he could not understand: Where is the car?

Where's that damn car?!

At that moment, what he heard was a slight crisp sound.

From behind all the returning knights...

Card wipe!

Loading the ammunition belt...

In the chaos, the three-wheeled motorcycle that had no sense of existence at all finally shook off the dustproof felt covering the cargo bed, revealing a mountain of harvest.

Even on the inside of the bags, there were brackets that Ji Jue had just welded in the camp not long ago.

On top of the bracket, there is a strange-shaped steel structure.

Thick, long, black, hard...

There were also six tubes that began to rotate slowly at some point, and were aimed at the backs of the returning knights from afar... This made Lou Feng unable to hold back his anger!

With generous sponsorship from retired veterans, the good stuff was dug out from the warehouse of the Veterans Mutual Aid Association by Brother Feng with his connections, and then refurbished and tempered by Brother Ronglu.

The 2,100 rounds of ammunition specially approved by Sister Wen accounted for more than 70% of the original load of the calf...

——That’s a six-barreled heavy machine gun!
At that moment, the direction of the calf's butt was finally adjusted.
Just like that, in response to Ji Jue's signal, a hearty roar occurred.

“Beep!!!!!”

(End of this chapter)