Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 520 Corpse Music Ritual
Upon seeing the enormous, armored, and menacing twelve-armed monster, Wu Xie was momentarily stunned.

He recalled the canyon he had seen before entering Meteorite Mountain, which was carved with countless birds, and the Wan Nu King who crawled out of the Meteorite Cave in that dreamlike illusion.

The bronze gate, the canyon, the twelve-armed monster corpse—it's all such a familiar combination.

The King of Ten Thousand Slaves—there is another King of Ten Thousand Slaves here.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie gradually felt more confident. The last Wan Nu King was killed by him, Mu Yu, and Fatty working together. So it seems that this thing is not as powerful as its huge body suggests.

This Wan Nu Wang seems to be a whole wheel bigger than the one from Changbai Mountain.

Wu Xie gave Fatty a few winks, gripped the incendiary bomb in his hand, and planned to wait for Mu Yu's signal before acting accordingly.

The twelve-armed monstrous corpse seemed to be performing a ritual before some event. It raised its head, and all its arms started to swing wildly, slapping at the rain. Water droplets flew wildly, and its scales trembled, like the sound of wooden mallets striking a set of chimes.

The sound of flowing water, like the tolling of bells and chimes, filled the ears, intertwining with the dancing of the strange corpse to create a ritualistic melody imbued with a touch of the divine.

Various strange sounds intertwined, and with the help of the spacious cave environment, the echoes continued to amplify, and the aftersounds collided with the stone walls, swirling and leaping, like the rapid beating of war drums.

The scales of varying sizes rubbed together, producing a hissing sound like swords and spears clashing, while the heavy drumbeats struck one after another, as if directly hitting everyone's hearts, their heartbeats controlled by this captivating music.

Wu Xie felt short of breath, his limbs went weak, and he even had an uncontrollable urge to worship the strange corpse.

Wu Xie was stunned for a few moments before suddenly coming back to his senses. His consciousness was still entangled in the complex music, like a ball of yarn torn apart by a kitten, shifting between clarity and confusion.

He steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and slashed his hand hard with a blade. The pain and blood finally brought him fully awake. He turned his head to look around, but saw no one. He quickly looked down and searched the ground.

The fat man was kneeling in the puddle, his arms hanging limply at his sides, his eyes glazed over, and his face ashen, as if some evil spirit had stolen his soul.

The raindrops above the cave ceiling, amplified by the rousing music, lashed down like whips being lashed at a prisoner, making it impossible to open one's eyes or see what was happening on Zhang Wuxun's side.

The black and white rain curtain separated this place into two worlds. There was only Fatty next to Wu Xie, and no one knew where Zhang Haixing had gone.

In desperation, Wu Xie vigorously stroked his wound, forcing it to bleed again, then swung his arm and slapped Fatty across the face.

After a crisp "smack," the fat man fell straight backward without uttering a sound.

"Damn, why isn't he reacting? Is there not enough blood?" Wu Xie hurriedly protected his head, smearing the blood from his hands all over the fat man's face like he was wiping his own, and then pressed his philtrum. "Fatty! Fatty, wake up!"

The fat man exhaled a breath of stale air, his face turning from green to white, and his wide-eyed eyes began to dart around on their own.

Wu Xie let out a long breath and wiped the water off his face with his sleeve. "Finally awake. I was scared half to death. Luckily, my blood is somewhat useful."

The fat man had just swallowed a lot of rainwater, and his mouth tasted bitter and strange. He bent over and gagged a few times, not even bothering to wipe his mouth before asking anxiously, "What just happened? Did the King of Hell bring his own disco music before riding the corpse? Where the hell did all these drums and bells come from?"

Wu Xie couldn't give a good answer right now, so he suggested, "I don't know what's going on with Mu Yu. That woman Zhang Haixing probably ran away as soon as she realized something was wrong. We should sneak over and check it out; we can't just wait around." Fatty nodded in agreement.

The two men took their weapons and were about to head towards the swamp when they heard a piercing, sharp bell sound, like dozens of whistles blowing at once, as if it were the prelude to something unleashing a powerful attack. It sent chills down their spines and made their hair stand on end.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang came from the ground. In that instant, although the light was very dim, everything seemed to be slowed down, and time and space seemed to freeze for a moment.

In the very first second after the muffled thud, Wu Xie only saw a column of white rain as long and square as a semi-trailer truck in the air in front of him, all of which was swept up by the shockwave, and even the King of Hell at the very center was swirled into a twisted black hole.

Explosion, breakage, airborne, landing.

Wu Xie and Fatty only had time to curl up and cover their heads before they were thrown back by the surging heat, dart-like fragments of armor, and severed limbs.

The two, along with the large black shadow that had flown out, tumbled together for five or six meters before crashing into a crevice in the rocks.

As he was thrown into the air, Wu Xie vaguely seemed to hear the sound of the hairs on the back of his hands and arms being scalded and curling up.

Of course, it could be an illusion. His ears felt bulging the moment they received the sound, then went blank, and his brain sent a sharp tinnitus to his ears like an alarm.

Only when he was already lying flat on the ground did he belatedly feel the arm covering his face throbbing with pain, as if he were being slowly tortured to death. All the aches, pains, and spiciness came at almost the same time.

A series of explosions followed, echoing throughout the cave like an earthquake. Red, white, yellow, black, and multicolored lights rose and fell, sparks flew and swirled, and finally formed a burning crater—the black mud in the swamp was all ignited by the incendiary bombs.

The rising flames were higher than a person standing up, and a series of chain reactions followed one after another after the explosions.

The fat man rolled away and immediately started rolling again, shouting in shock and anger. He then swung his entrenching tool directly at the head of the dark figure, swiftly, ruthlessly, and accurately.

Wu Xie fell right next to the lump of flesh and caught a glimpse of a bloody, mangled arm. He immediately called out to Fatty, "Fatty, wait! This is a person!"

His ears were still ringing, and Wu Xie shouted as hard as he could. Fatty saw his lip movements, stopped his swinging shovel halfway, and recognized the black thing when he looked closely. "Shorty Feng?"

When the dwarf Feng, the decoy, was blasted out, what happened to the wooden fish facing the monster head-on?!
Turning my head again, I saw a huge black shadow swaying and rising up from the sea of ​​fire in the mud.

The fat man's eyes widened in horror. He had buried almost all the detonators he had on hand, yet that bastard hadn't been blown up!

The dark figure stood crookedly, swaying precariously. Its upper and lower body rotated almost half a circle like a screw being tightened. When it exploded into the sky and fell back down, its upper body inadvertently faced the direction of the bronze door.

But it was still moving, looking like a real living organism, supported by a few incomplete arms, trying to turn its overturned body, along with its lower half, back.

And after regaining his balance while leaning, he very humanely used his two arms, which were not blown off, to cover what appeared to be his waist.

There was a huge hole there, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

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