Tomb Raider: Call Me Dragon Vein Cleaner

Chapter 478 Sacrifice, Eight-Headed Serpent Devouring Souls

He casually tossed out a few peach wood nails, pinning these broken but not yet dead souls to the spot.

Their piercing screams echoed through the tunnel, perfectly demonstrating what it means to wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

Xiaoya followed Cheng Feng through the space between the two souls and headed deeper into the passage.

After turning a 90-degree bend, a large iron gate that looked very safe appeared in front of them.

Arriving at the door, Cheng Feng looked at Xiao Ya with amusement:

"Go, Heavenly Maiden, smash it open with your fists as big as sandbags!"

Xiaoya's lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes:

"Do you think I'm an idiot? This door looks thicker than my life. If I punch it, it'll be fine, but my hand will definitely be ruined."

"This is supposed to be a celestial maiden? She can't even break down a small, broken door."

Cheng Feng's merciless mockery infuriated Xiao Ya. Damn it, this wasn't the time for him to beg her in bed.

After mocking the useless celestial maiden, Cheng Feng reached behind his waist and pulled out a folding fan.

"The Ice Soul Divine Feather Fan, you always carry this treasure with you, why didn't you take it out before!"

Xiaoya looked enviously at the fan in Cheng Feng's hand. This treasure was a major item in Kunlun, and even she did not have the authority to take it out of the treasury.

With a whoosh, Cheng Feng unfolded his feather fan, and the divine bird on it shone brightly, as if it were about to come to life.

"This fan isn't needed for those small occasions."

As he spoke, Cheng Feng turned his wrist and used the Ice Soul Divine Feather Fan to fan the iron gate in front of him.

Instantly, a biting frost started in front of the two of them and quickly spread to the iron gate.

Before long, the entire iron gate and the walls were completely frozen by the cold air. If it weren't for Cheng Feng's deliberate control, Xiao Ya, who was so close, wouldn't have been able to withstand the terrifying frost.

"This time it should be fine, right? Use your little fists to smash it to pieces."

Cheng Feng put away his fan and tapped his palm with the fan ribs.

Xiaoya tentatively took a step forward and found that she did not feel cold.

Only then did she confidently walk to the iron gate, her hands wrapped with divine power, and after assuming a fighting stance, she let out a delicate shout.

The little fist slammed heavily against the iron gate.

With a loud crash, the iron gate, already corroded by frost, shattered, revealing the scene inside to the two.

"That's really impressive. With such strength, no wonder you're doing better than Zhao Li in the human world. You could make a fortune even if you were just carrying sandbags at the docks."

Holding a divine feather fan, Cheng Feng laughed and led the way into the room.

Xiaoya shook her fist behind her back:

"You're the one who's carrying sandbags! Do you think I, a celestial maiden, would go hungry on earth?!"

This is a very spacious laboratory, with a generally dim environment, except for a few shadowless lamps shining above several operating tables.

The laboratory reeked of blood, and dark red bloodstains could be seen on the corners of the floor.

There is a storage cabinet on the left wall of the operating table. Through the glass, you can see that it contains a lot of experimental equipment.

Scalpels, axes, saws, as well as medicines, gauze, and so on.

Directly opposite the iron gate was an ordinary wooden door, its destination unknown.

"Such a large underground space can't just have a few Japanese soldiers, where did they all go?"

Xiaoya glanced around the laboratory; it was very clean, except for the strong smell of blood.

"I suspect they're holding back something big; those few Japanese soldiers were probably just there to buy time."

As Cheng Feng spoke, he scratched his back with his fan.

"Please, this is a celestial artifact! Don't use it for this kind of thing, it breaks my heart to see it!"

Xiaoya helplessly reached out and pulled the fan off Cheng Feng's back, then personally scratched Cheng Feng's itch.

"Don't be silly, stop scratching. Normally I wouldn't be itchy."

Cheng Feng's expression turned grim. After speaking, he suddenly fanned himself with the Ice Soul Divine Feather Fan. This time, Cheng Feng did not restrain his spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, with wall lamps frozen into pieces.

The operating table, cabinets, and doors were all frozen solid from the inside out, and the frost swept deeper into the passageway by the cold wind.

This time, even Cheng Feng and Xiao Ya were trapped in the ice and snow.

After a while, cracks appeared in the ice covering the two of them, and with a slight sound, it shattered into ice shards.

"Hiss... It's so cold! These bastards actually used biological gas against us!"

Xiaoya realized this too; although Cheng Feng was only an avatar, his cultivation was quite profound.

Having already achieved a state of being spotless and immune to all insects, how could one's body suddenly itch for no reason?

Considering the Japanese army's usual tactics during World War II and that iron gate, this place was probably poisoned with gas or some kind of bacteria.

"Come on, I can't wait to see them!"

Cheng Feng's expression was cold, and his flat tone revealed no emotion to Xiao Ya.

But she shuddered; she probably hadn't been this angry when the other woman ambushed her before.

Stepping on the frost, Cheng Feng led Xiao Ya through the frozen laboratory and into the door opposite.

This is a long corridor, with a separate room every few meters on both sides.

Judging from the layout inside, it should be an observation room.

Some room windows were covered from the inside with newspapers.

Cheng Feng's goal was clear: he continued deeper into the tunnel.

There should have been a door at the end of the passage, but it had been blown away by frost and cold wind, revealing the interior space.

Xiaoya and Chengfeng are not ordinary people; even in the darkest of environments, nothing can obstruct their vision.

This is an office; the original items inside have long since frozen into ice crystals.

In the center of the room, a circular magic circle was frozen on the ground, and intense soul fluctuations could still be sensed from it.

In a corner of the room, the Ichimatsu doll that had controlled the ghosts attacking Cheng Feng and Xiao Ya was now supported by a layer of eerie green shield.

They were protecting a middle-aged man wearing a white coat inside.

"This puppet is extraordinary; it can actually block the chilling aura of the Ice Soul God's Feather Fan!"

Xiaoya cautiously moved closer to Cheng Feng.

She knew the power of the fan all too well; ordinary evil spirits should have been frozen to dust long ago.

"Then let's see how many times it can block."

As he spoke, the eyes of the divine bird within the feather fan lit up, and it came to life within the fan, flapping its wings and flying out of the fan.

The colorful tail feathers left streaks of light behind them.

Boo!

A clear, melodious bird song rang out, and even before any real action was taken, the shield supported by the puppets was already on the verge of collapse.

"We don't seem to have offended either of you, so why go to such lengths to kill us?"

The woman's voice came from the doll, melodious and gentle, like a resentful woman confined to her boudoir questioning her lover.

Cheng Feng felt they weren't worthy to communicate with him, and pointed directly at the puppets.

The divine bird spread its wings, opened its red beak, and its transparent, colorless ice essence transformed into sharp sword energy that rushed towards the puppet and the middle-aged man.

"Baka! This is outrageous..."

The woman's voice was filled with exasperation.

No one knows what method the puppet used, but in the next second it disappeared from the spot with the man, and the Ice Soul Sword Qi pierced the wall, and in the blink of an eye a bottomless ice cave appeared.

Click,

The sound of ice cracking rang out, and as the puppet and the man appeared, the ice that had been sealing the magic circle shattered.

"Ichiro, I cannot die yet. My adoptive father is still waiting for me to bring him back to life!"

The woman's voice was filled with resentment.

The middle-aged man knelt before the doll, his gaze filled with fascination.

"Mother, it seems Ichiro will no longer be able to stay by your side. Please begin!"

Cheng Feng's eyes revealed undisguised contempt. This beast truly lived up to his name; even his gaze towards the doll was filled with lust.

She was calling me "Mother" while she was talking, it was disgusting.

"Enough with your nonsense, just die!"

Under the control of his mind, the divine bird flapped its wings, and its seven-colored divine feathers shot towards the puppet, almost covering the entire magic circle.

Just then, the puppet swayed and suddenly appeared in front of the magic circle.

"Bastards, I will definitely kill you all, ahhhhh..."

Amidst heart-wrenching screams, a powerful surge of soul energy erupted from the puppet, actually blocking the divine bird's feathers in mid-air.

Xiaoya was dumbfounded. The Seven-Colored Divine Feather was the ultimate killing move of the Ice Soul Divine Feather Fan.

Destroying a mountain peak is effortless for them, and they specifically target the primordial spirit. Take an ordinary person as an example, even if their body and soul can withstand a single blow,

People will also become idiots, and all their memories and thoughts will be erased.

"Look, that guy committed suicide."

At this moment, Tsuchimikado Ichiro, who was kneeling in the center of the magic circle, cut open his abdomen with a knife.

Intestines and blood flowed down the incision and onto the ground.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Feng waved his hand and threw out a yellow talisman. Lightning crackled, and Hao Ji's soul power was instantly shattered.

Its doll-like body shattered completely, and a wisp of unformed soul power fell from mid-air.

"Mother, ahhhhh..."

Seeing the visible pain of the shattered doll, Tsuchimikado Ichiro roared in anger, and instantly the entire magic circle burst into black flames.

Countless Japanese soldiers' pained faces appeared on the soul cluster at the center of the magic array.

They screamed, cried for help, and wailed, but ultimately melted in the black flames.

Tsuchimikado Ichiro staggered to his feet, and the black flames, as if finding their target, rushed into his open abdomen.

"This is a cursed formation that has been lost in Japan for many years. It is called Yamata no Soul Devourer. I saw it in a rare book from the Tang Dynasty when I was looking for the Taishan Fujun Festival."

Xiaoya only then recognized the formation in front of her.

Cheng Feng tried to use lightning magic to disrupt the progress of the formation, but the power of heaven and earth drawn by the formation blocked the lightning.

"What is the purpose of this formation?"

Seeing that there was no way to sabotage it, Cheng Feng finally spoke up and asked.

"It is said that it can transform into a very powerful monster."

"that's all?"

Cheng Feng looked at Xiao Ya speechlessly.

Xiaoya shrugged:

"It's already said to be a unique copy from the Tang Dynasty. How could the Tang Dynasty at that time possibly respect Japan? It would be quite remarkable if there was even a single sentence recorded about it."

Cheng Feng was speechless. What he said made perfect sense. But on the other hand, even if only a few words were recorded, it showed that the formation was indeed remarkable.

In the time it takes to say two sentences, the formation has changed again.

Several palm-sized pieces of bone burst from the ground and pierced Tsuchimikado Ichiro's mangled body like bullets.

In an instant, the black flames on his body turned into gleaming snake scales, and as his body twisted, eight snake heads emerged from his body.

At this moment, Tsuchimikado Ichiro's soul and body had merged with more than 800 vengeful spirits, forming the snake-bodied monster with eight heads that appeared before him.

"What is this? Is it Yamata no Orochi?"

Cheng Feng stroked his chin, examining the strange snake within the formation. It was only about ten feet long, smaller than an ordinary anaconda.

But the eight heads were all flicking their tongues, and their bodies were filled with a strong ghostly aura, giving people a strong sense of oppression just from their aura.

"Not sure? How about we try striking it with lightning a few times first?"

Xiaoya offered suggestions from the side.

"That makes sense, let's chop it up first."

Nine yellow talismans burst forth from the protective talisman array, forming a complete Bagua (Eight Trigrams) in mid-air. After the talismans burned out, the Zhen trigram, representing thunder, shone brightly.

thunderbolt

Blood-red lightning, in the shape of a tree, struck down from the Zhen trigram. When the red lightning landed on the eight-headed serpent, it enveloped it like flowing water.

The blinding flashes of electricity caused the snake to hiss repeatedly.

The screams of the girl in the corner were even more pitiful than those of the octopus. Even though the lightning wasn't aimed at her, at such close range, it had already caused unimaginable damage to her already broken soul.

"The snake is still struggling, should we give it a little more effort?"

Xiaoya pointed to the divine bird, signaling Cheng Feng to increase the firepower.

One of the eight heads emerged from the red lightning, its serpentine eyes staring malevolently at Xiaoya.

"Look at this damn snake, it still has the nerve to glare at me! Go beat it up!"

Xiaoya waved her fist at the snakehead, then began to complain to Cheng Feng with a sense of righteous indignation.

As soon as she finished speaking, another snake head suddenly opened its mouth, and a wisp of black smoke bypassed the divine thunder and rushed towards Xiaoya.

Cheng Feng waved his feather fan, and the chilling spiritual energy blocked the black smoke. Then, the flowing red lightning grew even thicker.

The eight-headed serpent screamed as it was struck to the ground by lightning, and now it could hardly lift its head.

"Xiaoya, you are a truly competent tank! Your taunting and pulling skills are simply unparalleled!"

Having dealt with the octopus's sneak attack, Cheng Feng took a moment to give Xiao Ya a thumbs-up.

He was attacking relentlessly here, but the octopus, having finally found an opportunity, didn't attack him. Instead, it went to attack the nagging Xiaoya next to it.

"Is this damn snake crazy? Does it really think it can bully me?"

Xiaoya rolled up her sleeves in anger and hurled two streams of divine power at Haoji in the corner.

Hao Ji was already struggling to resist the lightning magic, let alone dodge it.

Immediately, screams rang out.

Xiaoya clapped her hands contentedly:

"If I can't kill the snake, can't I at least kill the snake's owner!"

Cheng Feng greatly admired Xiao Ya's shamelessness; she was just like him!

The powerful divine lightning continued to strike, and the eight-headed serpent was in a sorry state under the impact of the lightning magic, but there was still no sign of it dissipating.

"This thing is really tough; my spiritual energy is almost depleted."

Cheng Feng spoke to Xiao Ya in a calm tone.

"Oh no? Are we going to capsize in a ditch?!"

Xiaoya was even thinking about running away first. Even if she had been struck by lightning for so long, she would have been reduced to ashes long ago. This snake was ridiculously strong.

In the corner, where she had been struggling with unwavering determination, a glimmer of hope finally appeared in Hao Ji's heart.

She said bitterly, "My Ichiro, Mother will definitely torture them with the cruelest methods to avenge you!"

The eight-headed serpent reacted strongly to the woman's voice.

It withstood the relentless thunder and raised its serpentine body from the ground.

"Stop playing around! Quickly bring down your divine power, or we're really going to crash and burn!"

Xiaoya urged anxiously.