Mountain Patrol Military Officer
Chapter 282 - 248: Where Are the Troops of the Ninth Mountain? (5k+ Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 282: Chapter 248: Where Are the Troops of the Ninth Mountain? (5k+ Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The setting sun was like blood, and the abandoned Heroic Pass fortress was deathly quiet!

But one after another, gazes became fervently greedy.

Martial Vault Taoist Soldier!

The divine weapon of that Lieutenant Colonel.

In the projections of the night’s great battle, this Three-pointed Two-bladed Spear demonstrated its divine might, summoning Heavenly Thunder, an unstoppable force. Even before the Lieutenant Colonel entered the Martial Vault, this spear was capable of blocking the Great Martial Vault Demon’s attacks. From this, one could see the extraordinary nature of this spear.

So many people rushing to Weiyuan Pass, some of them were here for this divine weapon. After all, the Martial Vault Taoist Soldier, having endured the tempering by the Five Thunders, had transcended the realm of ordinary Taoist weapons, carrying the essence of the Martial Vault. To be able to comprehend even a fraction of it would bring immense benefits.

Too many monks and not enough porridge, coupled with a dark, demon-like tree under the distant setting sun, casting its sinister Demonic Qi, made one’s gaze skip a beat.

After carefully observing that there was no activity in the ruins,

"Swish!"

Someone could not restrain themselves, deciding to make a move, to strike swiftly and decisively. The plan was to grab the divine weapon and leave immediately, especially since that Demon Tree was tens of miles away from where the spear was located.

Suddenly, a person "snap!" disappeared in a puff of white smoke, and the next moment, a ray of Spirit Light shrank, turning into a white bird two to three feet in size. Flapping its wings, it shot toward the distant fortress.

"Whoosh!"

One person moved, immediately triggering a chain reaction. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, the sound of air tearing resounded as people moved one after another, jostling to be the first, displaying their Divine Skills like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the air was filled with sharp cries.

Streams of light shot out, racing towards the Three-pointed Two-blade Spear on the city walls in their haste.

The divine weapon stirred people’s hearts, adding speed to their movements, their auras reckless and exposed, no longer concerned with anything else.

"Fools! That Demon Tree is still there; it’s very likely that the Demons haven’t left. With such a commotion, are they asking for death?"

Someone had a gloomy look in their eyes and a tone filled with anger. Tempted to join, but out of caution, they did not dare to act rashly. Concealing their aura, they maintained a watchful position.

There were also those who coldly watched others eagerly fighting for that large spear, with mockery or indifference flickering in their eyes.

It’s been nearly two days since the great battle. The fact that this spear is still standing here is against common sense. Either there’s something wrong with the spear, or there’s something wrong with the Demons.

Such weapons are rare treasures for both humans and Demons; it’s impossible for the Demons to ignore it and leave it here, unless...

But at a distance of about twenty miles, someone, in a short span of time, had already leaped onto that city wall.

Leading the way was the Central Plains master who had transformed into a white bird. As he quickly approached the large spear, "puff!", he turned back into human form and then exhaled two streams of earthy yellow vapor from his nose and mouth, wrapping them around the Three-pointed Double-edged Blade, straightening his body and then tilting his head back, attempting to pull the spear out.

But in the next second, "Bang bang", the two streams of earthy yellow vapor could not withstand the pressure and broke apart.

The person, undeterred, tried to reach for the spear again, when a mocking voice came, "Treasures belong to those destined for them. You’re not the one; let me try."

Then, another person came rushing with the Escape Light, mocking as they spoke. They shouted and opened their eyes wide with fierce light shining through. They shook their hands, and the city walls’ soil and stones suddenly rumbled and lifted, attempting to elevate the deeply embedded large spear.

However, the city wall collapsed inward, the soil and stones shattered, and rather than lifting the spear, it sank even deeper.

"So heavy!"

The person’s expression changed as they exclaimed, their gaze now even hotter. They gritted their teeth and their facial expression became Fierce as True Qi surged over their hands, and they reached out through the air toward the large spear, attempting to lift it with a posture of heaving up.

However, no matter how they howled, and their face contorted, the big spear remained immovable.

"Swish!"

"Swish"

"Swish"

In that moment, seven or eight figures arrived through the air.

"Heh, can’t lift a weapon, let me do it."

"Don’t fight over it, act quickly and pull it out first. I’m afraid a Demon is nearby."

"None of you had your meal, or what? Even if it’s a Martial Vault Taoist Soldier and is supernatural, you can’t lift it? Let this old man give it a try..."

Voices of clamor and shouting rose up as the figures arrived, followed by several Spirit Light Chains as thick as water buckets latching onto the Three-pointed Two-bladed Spear and pulling fiercely from all sides.

"Crack crack"

The chains tensed and trembled, emitting a grating sound. A heavy sensation traveled up the spear shaft to each figure, causing their expressions to change simultaneously. They rapidly infused more True Qi, feeling as if they were trying to uproot a mountain.

Considering the weight alone was so great, it was hard to imagine how powerful this big spear would be when filled with True Qi and magic power and if it hit someone, avarice and intense desire flickered in their eyes, wishing to immediately take possession of the weapon.

"Rumble rumble"

Under the efforts of most of the warriors from the Central Plains, the Heavenly Pass’s Powerful Man, the spear finally began to wobble, emitting deafening roars, and began to rise slowly.

"Put some more strength into it!"

This speed was too slow; someone yelled out, gritting their teeth, about to lose their hold.

But just then, a piercing explosion suddenly erupted.

Beneath the spear, an explosion occurred, a mass of dark light suddenly surged, and an evil and dark aura rushed out.

"Not good!"

Those trying to pull out the spear changed their expressions, screamed, and as if they had been prepared, they decisively exploded on the spot and scattered, using various methods to rapidly retreat towards the direction from which they came, wanting to escape.