Chapter 320 - 162: Why Use a Butcher’s Knife to Kill a Chicken?

Chapter 320: Chapter 162: Why Use a Butcher’s Knife to Kill a Chicken?

A shell shot from the barrel of a Godslaying Cannon like an arrow loosed from its bow, streaking toward the Ghost Tide suspended in the air. The projectile was formed from crimson energy, a heart-stopping sight to behold.

BOOM...

A silent explosion resounded in the sky.

There was no sound.

And yet, it seemed deafening.

The detonating crimson shell unleashed its full power. In an instant, the surrounding Ghost Objects were pulverized, with only a crimson rain of blood showering down from the sky.

But then,

the excess energy spread out like blood-red vines, enveloping the surrounding Ghost Objects at incredible speed and clearing a vast swath of the Ghost Tide in a near instant.

This was the Celestial Dao Blessing Effect of the Godslaying Cannon: its splash damage would spread to the surrounding area.

And that was just a single shot.

Max Level Godslaying Cannons, neatly arranged on the 14.8-kilometer-long Rainy Season Defense Line, their barrels angled upward, fired in unison.

Tonight, the rainy season had arrived.

A downpour like a gray mist enveloped all of Jiangbei, bringing with it an endless chill.

But—

Over the skies of the Mortal Realm,

the sight of 740 Max Level Godslaying Cannons firing in unison dispelled this chill.

Mixed among them were 148 Max Level Anti-Air Cannons.

The jade pillars of light, exploding in the sky like fireworks, added an extra splash of color to the grim symphony of blood and gray mist, like a protagonist in full color appearing in a black-and-white film.

Exceptionally conspicuous.

Exceptionally dazzling.

It was also like the strawberry on a cake; maybe the strawberry itself doesn’t taste great, but without it, everything feels a little plain.

The rainy season had arrived.

The Great Ghost led its army to attack, just as expected.

All the Mortal Realm Members stood frozen in place, staring blankly. They gazed up at the scene above them, unable to snap out of their daze for a long time.

This world had no movies, no television shows. Most people had never witnessed such a grand spectacle in their lives. To them, a Ghost Tide assaulting a city during the rainy season was the grandest scene imaginable; they couldn’t even conceive of anything grander.

Even the storytellers didn’t speak of such things.

But...

Tonight, they saw it.

They saw the grandest spectacle of their lives.

Hundreds of thousands of Ghost Objects, like lambs to the slaughter, were suspended in the air, completely unable to move. They were forced to endure a baptism of cannon fire, their numbers rapidly dwindling.

Mixed in with the gray, misty downpour falling from the sky was crimson blood, laced with countless fragments of flesh.

The rain tonight was so red, so striking.

"I refuse to accept this!"

The tough-hided Great Ghost, which had been hiding within its horde, was now clinging to half a life. Gravely wounded and near death, it roared with eyes full of bitter indignation.

"Humans have deceived me!"

"That saying about a lion using its full strength even to hunt a rabbit... It’s bullshit! All of it, bullshit!"

"It’s all bullshit!"

If only...

If only it had commanded from the rear.

If only it hadn’t led from the front.

If only... There were no more "if onlys." If even one of those had been true, it would have had a chance to rise again. But alas, it had none.

The next moment—

Dozens of crimson shells shot straight for it.

The Great Ghost gave up struggling. It looked at the dozens of crimson shells, then down at Chen Fan standing on the distant City Wall, and began to laugh maniacally, its voice dripping with venom.

"You will die too! You will die too!"

"The moment the true Ghost Tide arrives!"

"I..."

"...will be waiting for you down below! I’ll be waiting to greet you on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

"We will meet again!"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Dozens of crimson shells completely enveloped it. The Great Ghost—once immense and majestic, with four Ghost Kings under its command—was reduced to a rain of blood, merging with the misty downpour.

The rain continued to fall.

The downpour, like a gray mist, blanketed all of Jiangbei, quickly washing the blood from the ground. All that was left scattered across Mortal City and Nameless Mountain were stray pieces of flesh and a ground littered with Ghost Stones.

Pies might not fall from the sky.

But Ghost Stones do.

...

The battle was over.

Ever since the beginning of the year, when Chen Fan learned that a Great Ghost might attack during the rainy season, he had been preparing. He had spent a full year preparing just to defend against the Great Ghost’s invasion.

But life is unpredictable.

He hadn’t expected this Great Ghost to lead its army down from the sky like a legion of paratroopers.

It reminded him of a group of paratroopers from a war in his past life.

...

Chen Fan stood on the City Wall, witnessing the entire captivating rain of blood. It was beautiful, possessing a unique aesthetic.

The sense of beauty stemmed mainly from the fact that he could stand here and watch the spectacle in peace.

Instead of fleeing for his life as he had during the last rainy season.

The Rainy Season Defense Line, built at a cost of tens of millions, had revealed its terrifying might in its very first use.

Of course,

the enemy had also been quite cooperative.

Otherwise, if the enemy had simply attacked from one side, they wouldn’t have been hit by all the cannons firing in unison. They would have only faced fire from a portion of the turrets, and the firepower wouldn’t have been so intense.

However, the enemy had happened to descend from the sky right into a kill zone where they were immobilized—an area directly within the most intense cone of fire from the Rainy Season Defense Line.

It was as if they had willingly presented themselves for the slaughter.

He was more than happy to oblige.

"’A lion uses its full strength even to hunt a rabbit?’"

"’Humans... have deceived me.’"

Standing on the City Wall, Chen Fan repeated the Great Ghost’s dying words. Without an umbrella, he stood on the wall, letting the torrential rain beat down on him, and began to laugh.

"Humans also have a saying: Why use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken?"

"There’s the one about ’a good horse never grazes the same patch twice.’"

"But there’s also ’a prodigal’s return is more precious than gold.’"

"There’s ’a great man knows when to yield and when to stand firm.’"

"But there’s also ’how can a great man resign himself to living long under another’s thumb?’"

"There’s ’better to be a shattered piece of jade than an intact roof tile.’"

"But there’s also ’as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.’"

"There’s ’heroes have always emerged from the young,’ but also ’it’s the old ginger that’s spiciest.’"