mesbooks Chapter 277 is for the sake of eternal peace.
Chapter 277 is for the sake of eternal peace.
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"Who exactly is this person?"
Why have I never heard of this before?
Could he be a reclusive master from the East?
Medusa muttered to herself, but before she could finish speaking, something even more horrifying happened.
A torrential downpour began.
The raindrops falling on the eleven sculptures seemed to imbue them with a rich sense of life.
Their petrified skin loosened slightly, and the grayish-white lines faded a bit, greatly delaying their death.
Medusa reached out, caught a little rainwater, and gently sniffed it.
Her pupils widened instantly.
"It's the healing nectar of the demigod Goya!"
(Number 3-38, Healing Bowl)
In religious murals, Goya is often depicted holding a bowl with a snake coiled inside.
The snake represents purification, and the bowl represents healing.
(During the maritime train incident, Jiang Chaosheng used this bowl to heal the Jing River Dragon King.)
Medusa murmured in disbelief:
"Why would this powerful figure named Twilight use Goya's methods?"
Her gaze swept over the eleven sculptures, and her fingers moved slightly.
Eleven forbidden objects floated out of the petrified man and hung in mid-air, like eleven stars drawn by invisible threads.
"These... are all relics of the powerful beings from the Age of Gods and the Age of Gods' Fall."
How did I end up here?
There's a terrifying curse power emanating from it... What on earth is going on?
She slowly raised her head, looking at the Cowherd in the colorful auspicious clouds, and then at Jiang Chaosheng on the throne of dark clouds. A solemn expression appeared on her pretty face.
"I remember now."
Legend has it that after the death of Emperor Wanshi, he left behind an antique shop in the human world.
The owner of the antique shop is the one who suppresses the forbidden powerful figures of each era.
Could it be... that this Mr. Twilight is the one who suppresses the world?
Medusa gasped:
"How dare the male escort attack the manager?"
She hesitated for a moment, then walked to the eleven sculptures, her voice soft yet clear:
"I need more information."
Therefore... we need to read your memories.
The process might... be a little painful.
.....
Amidst the auspicious seven-colored clouds, the Cowherd gazed upon Jiang Chaosheng atop the dark cloud throne, and clasped his hands in greeting:
"Sir, how have you been?"
Jiang Chaosheng's fingers tapped listlessly on the flintlock pistol, his tone so indifferent that it betrayed no emotion:
"You're quite willing to give it up."
He glanced down, his gaze sweeping over the eleven statues:
"It seems you are confident of victory."
The Cowherd shook his head, looking smug.
"I wouldn't dare."
His mind suddenly stopped, and he stared directly at Jiang Chaosheng, a cold smile slowly spreading across his lips:
"It's just... about 90% certain."
If Medusa's spiritual senses are fully restored, the eleven buyers will be completely petrified. Including the Eye of Medusa and the Ghost Gloves in the Dark Council, thirteen forbidden items will be lost.
At that time, Jiang Chaosheng will be trapped in the most terrifying curse.
"The remaining 10% can be ignored."
The Cowherd continued, his voice filled with certainty:
"Because I don't believe you can defeat me before those eleven buyers die."
Although the master is immortal, his combat power is only so-so.
None of the previous owners were capable of fighting me, let alone defeating me.
Moreover…
He glanced at Medusa:
"Even if you defeat me, you won't be able to quickly take all those forbidden items from Medusa."
None of the previous managers were truly capable.
For a monster like the Cowherd, who has existed for thousands of years, he's like an unkillable cockroach.
but......
That was all before the sixth rule appeared at Zero Antique Shop.
[For every two forbidden items you collect, you can decipher the secrets of one of those forbidden items.]
Jiang Chaosheng looked again at the Western woman in front of the eleven statues.
So this is the Eye of Medusa after its restoration.
Why do we have bodies?
He carefully sensed it and realized that this body belonged to Chen Yuxi.
Chen Yuxi has been replaced by Medusa.
Medusa sensed Jiang Chaosheng's gaze and politely bowed slightly.
She had no grudge against Jiang Chaosheng, and she respected his position as the manager.
However, her body was under a spell cast by the Cowherd, and no one but him could undo it, so she had to obey.
Jiang Chaosheng nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
He had seen through everything, so naturally he would not harbor any hostility towards Medusa.
Even if he were to chase after her with a scythe of death in a little while, it would still be "about the matter, not the person."
The Cowherd took a deep breath, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and his voice echoed across the sky like thunder:
"Sir, I have waited thousands of years for this battle."
Once you fall, I will seal off Antique Shop Zero.
Then, true peace returned to the world.
Before the words were finished, a burst of seven-colored light shone brightly.
Rays of light burst forth from the Cowherd's hands, carrying earth-shattering power, and hurtled toward Jiang Chaosheng.
Jiang Chaosheng remained calm and spoke indifferently:
"Old Dragon, your enemy is right here. Come and meet him."
A mournful dragon's roar echoed from the dark clouds, as if it were being torn apart from the depths of the netherworld.
"It's you! It was you all along! You're the one who knows the art of mending the heavens!"
So it was you who plotted against me! You're that Taoist priest from back then!
The massive, winding dragon soul churned in the dark clouds, its enormous head emerging from the clouds, its jaws wide open, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat roared forth.
The glow of the sunset was scattered.
The Dragon King of the Jing River emerged from the dark clouds and frantically spat out lightning towards the Cowherd on the auspicious seven-colored clouds.
One after another, it was as if they were pouring out all the hatred accumulated over thousands of years.
The Cowherd snorted coldly and engaged in fierce combat with the Jing River Dragon King in the air:
"He was just a defeated foe, left only with a wisp of resentment. What is there to fear?"
The giant claw of the Jinghe Dragon King slashed down from the sky.
The dark clouds were instantly torn apart, leaving four deep claw marks in the sky that lingered for a long time.
The Dragon King of the Jing River was filled with boundless rage:
"I lost the bet with you and smashed your stall, so I guess I offended you."
But why did you slaughter my innocent children after I died?
My eldest son, Xiao Huanglong, guards the Huai River; my second son, Xiao Lilong, guards the ancient Ji River; my third son, Qingbeilong, guards the Yangtze River; and my fourth son, Chiranlong, guards the Yellow River.
They all made great contributions to the peace and security of the Xia Kingdom, why did you kill them!
The Cowherd suddenly shook his sleeve.
The cuff was like a bottomless black hole, its terrifying suction suddenly erupting, threatening to draw the Jing River Dragon King into it—
It's actually imitating the Soul-Sealing Magic Jar!
He said coldly:
"Because I want to sever the spiritual roots and immortality of this world."
Those things are all the root of trouble!
His voice grew increasingly impassioned, like a flood that had been suppressed for thousands of years finally bursting its banks:
"The Western God was right—"
As long as mortal beings are as powerless as lambs, only knowing how to eat, drink, and excrete, then there is peace!
Not only do I agree with this, but even Satan in hell agrees!
The Cowherd took a deep breath and looked at the dying Jing River Dragon King, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes:
"There has been too much suffering and too much war in humankind."
Those emperors and monarchs, for the sake of their ambitions, casually waged war.
It is always ordinary people like me who suffer and are implicated!
It would be better to kill you traitors!
Let's restore this world to its original state!
Let's return to that world where the gods bestowed bountiful harvests upon humanity, and where people had no rebellious hearts!
When the gods return, and humanity becomes lambs in the sheepfold again, there's nothing wrong with that!
The dragon soul of the Jinghe Dragon King was almost deformed by the suction force, its scales stood up one by one, and the anger in its eyes burned red.
Just as it was about to be tucked into his sleeve—
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three gunshots rang out.
The Cowherd frowned and looked down at his sleeves—
There were three charred bullet holes on it, emitting wisps of smoke.
The sleeves of his robe were like a deflated balloon.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Jinghe Dragon King broke free and retreated to Jiang Chaosheng's side.
Longmu stared intently at Niulang, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.
The enemy who killed his son was right in front of him, yet he was powerless to chop him to pieces.
Jiang Chaosheng spoke, his tone flat:
"You are just a wisp of resentment, there is no need to blame yourself."
This is not a consolation.
The sons of the Jing River Dragon King each guard important waterways in the human world.
The fact that this old dragon could raise such powerful offspring speaks volumes about its strength during its lifetime.
He looked at the Cowherd, raised an eyebrow, and said:
"Is this your reason for cooperating with hell?"
There is no doubt that the Cowherd and Hell have some kind of collaboration.
Otherwise, the Dark Council would not cooperate with his actions.
The Cowherd raised his head and said proudly:
"Over the years, I have utterly destroyed the extraordinary beings in the human world."
If you encounter a stubborn spirit or demon, send it to hell.
People all believe that I went to hell for the sake of the celestial maiden's soul.
Who could know that what I seek is eternal peace!
He suddenly pointed at Jiang Chaosheng, his finger like a sword, his gaze like a knife.
"And you, you are the greatest scourge of the past millennia!"