Infinite Paradise
Chapter 71 - 61 We say in Tibetan: Burp!

Chapter 71: 61 We say in Tibetan: Burp!

"Express delivery?"

"What is express delivery?"

"Why would the Snow Vultures suddenly send us gifts?"

The villagers looked at the strange box, discussing animatedly. Clearly, for the people of this world, understanding the meaning of express delivery was still somewhat challenging. However, curiosity is inherent in people, and most of their attention was drawn to the box, especially its material, which looked very special. Could it be some kind of treasure?

"Hmph!"

The village chief snorted coldly, stopping the noisy crowd, then personally picked two villagers to go and check it.

The two villagers happily went forward, observing the box briefly, and discovered that it was not locked. They easily opened it, and then everyone saw something inside the box wrapped with colorful lines, and red numbers flashing on it... 0009—0008—0007...

The numbers were constantly changing, and no one knew what they meant.

"Village chief, could you take a look?"

Damn, can’t even handle a small matter like this.

The village chief cursed under his breath, preparing to step forward, but suddenly saw that the number had changed to 0001... For some reason, this gave him a strong sense of unease. The foot he had stepped forward with subconsciously retracted, and then—

Bang!

A sudden loud explosion, the box exploded right in front of everyone, engulfing the two villagers in the blast. Numerous pieces of flesh splattered in all directions; even the dozen offerings thrown onto the snowy ground were not spared, instantly killed by the explosion.

"Enemy attack! It’s an enemy attack!"

At that moment, the villagers finally understood what express delivery really meant.

The village chief was both shocked and furious; he had never thought that it would be a detonating device. He was not heartbroken over the deaths of the two villagers, but those dozen offerings had been raised by him for a long time.

It was commonly rumored outside that converts summon the Catastrophe Legion through death, but this wasn’t accurate because using solely death as an offering could only summon the lowest level Bloodletting Demons; a better medium was fear and despair. Therefore, he routinely captured humans from outside, torturing and maltreating them to generate abundant negative emotions. Although some might die during the process, those who survived would become the optimal offerings to summon powerful Khorne Demons in the next slaughter feast.

In the village’s expectation, these dozen offerings could summon at least one Khorne Pioneer, even a Bloodletting Lord; but now, all was lost!

The village chief, his eyes blood-red, could not suppress the rage in his heart, but then, that uneasy foreboding appeared again; almost instinctively, he shifted to the right, and the next moment, along with some excruciating pain, a rush of fresh blood obscured his vision.

When he looked down, he realized that his entire left arm had been blasted off.

The pain did not extinguish his anger; instead, it twisted his expression even more. Holding the Blood-Colored Cross in one hand, he hissed, "Let the Blood God witness our glory... kill, kill them all!"

"Roar—!!"

After that, these hundreds of villagers, while screaming, madly rushed towards the inner village.

Meanwhile, on a hillside in the inner village, Nikun raised his head, spitting out hatefully.

"Damn, this old man, didn’t die after two attempts; I even got a Big Sniper specially to kill him, he must have a really big life?"

The person who had blasted the village chief’s left arm was none other than Nikun. The best strategy, capture the king first to weaken the enemy’s morale, so he had initially set a bomb and then set up Barrett aiming to snipe the village chief. Unexpectedly, the village chief’s crisis awareness was so sharp that losing just an arm wasn’t worth the cost of the Big Sniper.

After saying this, the Barrett quickly disappeared from his hands, and his expression became somewhat listless.

His abilities were strong, but they had significant limitations, especially with weapons; the more powerful they were, the more spiritual power they required. Moreover, Nikun’s manifested item was not just a Barrett.

He took a deep breath, knowing he couldn’t participate in the battle anymore for a while, so he looked towards his companion.

"It’s up to you now, Ding Zhen."

"Damn, stop calling me that, I’m called Alien Eye!"

Alien Eye cursed, leapt towards a rooftop ahead, stood on a chimney and, making use of the terrain advantage, looked down at the converts rushing from below, puffing a smoke ring and then spit out the cigarette butt, spreading his arms and laughing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hello, today I am honored, as a Jellyfish from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, to come to Suture Country, to tell the story of me and my animal friends..."

"What the fuck, who is this idiot?"

"He’s got some nerve, facing us all alone?"

"He’s got a death wish!"

Watching Alien Eye’s calm demeanor, extraordinary aura, and fearless presence, even the converts were incredibly surprised.

"My village is called Larika, it’s small, but Overnight Mountain and Hengduan Mountain are very big, this world belongs not only to me but also to my animal friends."

Boom—

Suddenly, two snow-covered mountain peaks rose from the ground, blocking the two important paths from the bottom upwards.

"It’s a Terrain Mage!"

The converts were shocked; only the mages among Terrain Magicians could forcibly change the terrain, but weren’t there only Gawain and his accompanying knights as the targets this time? Where did the Terrain Mage come from?

Facing the cold wind and numerous enemies, Alien Eye stood like a king of the plains, unafraid, continuing his chant.

"In my homeland... near home, there are Water Deer, in Tibetan called Hawa."

As soon as the words fell, a sturdy black deer with slender antlers charged down from the Hengduan Mountains, catching a convert off guard and impaling him straight through.

"There are Rock Sheep, in Tibetan called Re."

Immediately after, several Rock Sheep leapt down from Overnight Mountain; the converts reacted this time and swung their swords to chop, but the blades struck the hard antlers without causing any damage, instead, several converts were violently knocked away by the great force of the Rock Sheep.

"When I rode my horse at the graveyard, I once encountered wolves, in Tibetan called Xiangke, Tibetan foxes, in Tibetan called... I forgot."

After that, a pack of seven wolves appeared; they did not immediately attack but observed their positioning, hunting in cooperation and intelligence.

But the Tibetan foxes didn’t appear, likely because Ding Zhen had forgotten.

"At night there are Snow Leopards, appearing with a step on the snow..."

Crackle crackle—

Like specters, the Snow Leopards, stepping on ice and snow, materialized from the darkness, and one of the converts didn’t even see where the enemy was when his neck was already bitten through, his death eyes wide open.

"There are eagles in the sky, scallions in the grass..."

Whoosh!

A giant eagle swooped down from the sky, and numerous lush green grasses grew from the ground, entangling the converts’ feet.

Someone in horror pointed at Alien Eye.

"Be careful, he... he is a Druid!"

Alien Eye disdainfully flicked his hand at him.

"In our Tibetan, it goes: Burp!"

"Wow!"

This convert, as if suffering from some inexplicable attack, clutched his chest, violently coughed out a mouthful of blood, and gradually collapsed to the ground.

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