Chapter 321 - 162: "Why Use a Butcher’s Knife to Kill a Chicken.

Chapter 321: Chapter 162: "Why Use a Butcher’s Knife to Kill a Chicken.

’You really don’t get it, do you? You just grab a random phrase and throw it around.’

This Great Ghost was one of the most human-like Ghost Objects he had ever encountered. It was far more intelligent than the others, and despite being an invader, it had a decent grasp of human culture.

It was just...

A poor student.

Humans don’t act based on what they say.

They say things based on what they can actually do.

To base your actions on words alone is to court certain defeat.

If you go all out on everything, you’ll either kill your enemy or die of exhaustion yourself.

"..."

Afterward, Chen Fan turned his attention to the Eternal Night Lord panel deep within his soul. Before the rainy season, he had acquired a Blue Level building: the Rebirth Tower. Its effect was simple: any enemy killed by a building within his territory would die permanently.

With no possibility of resurrection whatsoever.

Before it died, the Great Ghost had said they would meet again.

He had thought it might have some way to resurrect itself.

However.

A line of text was clearly displayed on the Rebirth Tower’s panel.

[Unexpected Factors Eliminated: 0.]

When an enemy with the means to revive or reincarnate was permanently eliminated, a number would appear on the Rebirth Tower to indicate its effect. This batch of Ghost Objects had been completely wiped out, yet no number had appeared.

This meant the Great Ghost had no means of resurrection to begin with.

It was just talking big.

"We will meet again..."

Chen Fan couldn’t help but chuckle and repeat the phrase. He suddenly wondered what kind of threat he would make if he were on the verge of death. At the very least, he felt this one wasn’t nearly threatening enough.

It sounded more like self-deception.

The Mortal Realm once again became a hive of activity.

Under the command of their respective captains, the Mortal Realm Members braved the downpour and began cleaning up the mangled remains, fallen Ghost Stones, and... Exotic Treasures.

At this moment—

A faint impact sound suddenly came from the City Wall beneath his feet.

Chen Fan walked from the inner side of the City Wall facing the Mortal Realm to the outer side facing the Jiangbei Wilderness. He glanced left and right—nothing. Leaning forward and peering over the edge, he finally spotted a Monkey Head Ghost at the base of the wall, fervently hammering away at it.

Noticing him, its eyes filled with rage.

It snarled, baring its teeth, and then began scratching at the City Wall with even more vigor.

It was just that...

The City Wall didn’t even lose a speck of dust.

"..."

Chen Fan watched the scene in silence. He had seen this before, a year ago at his old camp in the Jiangbei Wilderness. Back then, Monkey Head Ghosts had invaded and scratched at his City Wall in the exact same way.

Back then, however, he had been frantic.

The City Wall had actually been taking damage.

And now...

Looking at this familiar scene, he suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for last year’s rainy season. His old friends had come to visit him again after a year. The only difference was that a year ago he had a Level 1 City Wall. Now, he had a Level 5 City Wall, a full 20 meters high.

If he didn’t lean out to look, he wouldn’t even be able to see such a small Ghost Object.

This was the first time during a rainy season that he had ever observed a Monkey Head Ghost so closely.

He had to admit.

With its pointed snout and sunken cheeks, its mouth took up nearly two-thirds of its face and was crammed full of teeth. It was a rather unsettling sight.

Gradually.

More and more Ghost Objects charged out of the "Gray Fog" beyond the range of the Ghost Fire. They ran all the way to the base of the 20-meter-high City Wall and attacked it with their pathetic little claws.

The 50 altars placed on Nameless Mountain were completely dormant.

They hadn’t been triggered at all.

These altars were for repairing the City Wall, but there had to be something to repair first.

It was like installing a top-of-the-line graphics card to play a simple browser game, only to find the fans wouldn’t even spin. It wasn’t that they couldn’t spin; there was just no reason for them to.

The Ghost Blood Pattern on the City Wall did light up symbolically for a moment.

It absorbed most of the Ghost Blood that had splattered within the Mortal Realm.

If this Ghost Blood were used on a wall that was only a dozen or so meters long, it would have significantly boosted its defense. But spread across the 14.8-kilometer-long Rainy Season Defense Line, it didn’t amount to much.

The number of Ghost Objects in this wave wasn’t large.

Only a few hundred thousand.

Of course, this was certainly more Ghost Objects than he had faced in previous rainy seasons. But it was nothing compared to the number in the Ghost Tides of the Ancient Battlefield he had seen in the Jade Scroll. Those were true, overwhelming Ghost Tides, with hundreds of millions of Ghosts sweeping in with frenzied power.

That was an Undersea Ghost Tide.

The Ghost Objects in an Undersea Ghost Tide had no intelligence at all; charging and killing was their instinct.

Their numbers were also far greater than the Ghost Objects under the command of the Great Ghost.

...

More and more Ghost Objects emerged from the Eternal Night into the "Gray Fog," then charged from the fog to the base of the City Wall, gradually surrounding the entire Jiangbei Defense Line, mobbing the foot of the wall.

Viewed from above.

It looked like a ring of pearly papules.

"Bamboo Pole Ghost, Mantis Ghost, Maggot Ghost..."

’So many old friends.’

Chen Fan stood on the City Wall, silently surveying the scene below. The Godslaying Cannon remained inactive. A single shot was expensive, and firing one at these scattered Ghost Objects would be a guaranteed financial loss.

Of course.

Killing the Great Ghost’s horde had also been a loss.

One downside to his overwhelming firepower strategy was that the cost of cleaning up the battlefield rarely covered the cost of the munitions.

The Bamboo Pole Ghost.

This Ghost Object, as thin as its namesake, had caused him considerable trouble during the last rainy season. At just over three meters tall, it could scale a Level 1 City Wall with a simple boost from a comrade.

Now, it was at the base of the wall, hopping up and down in a futile attempt to leap over it.