Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 179 Night Battle
Is this the battle between the quack wizard and the Cthulhu priest?

Shi Fei stood on a tree not far away and smacked his lips. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to eat some melon seeds.

He saw that the middle-aged man didn't care about the three missionaries at all. Instead, he patted his apprentice on the shoulder and shouted in a low voice: "Quick, prepare your weapons!"

The apprentice immediately took out a peach wood sword and several yellow talismans from the carriage and handed them to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the peach wood sword, which was engraved with dense runes and faintly glowed with golden light. He held a yellow talisman in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, staring at the coffin with a sharp gaze.

"Open the coffin!" The middle-aged man gave an order, and the apprentice quickly used tools to pry open the coffin lid.

As soon as the coffin was opened a crack, a strong bloody aura gushed out. Then, a zombie covered with white hair suddenly jumped out of the coffin and pounced towards the middle-aged man with fangs and claws.

The zombie had a hideous face, bloodshot eyes, and a low roar from its mouth. Its nails were as sharp as iron hooks, and it blew a fishy smell straight into the middle-aged man's throat.

The middle-aged man was not panicked at all. He took a wrong step and flashed to the side of the zombie like the wind. He shook the peach wood sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the zombie's heart, muttering: "Big Dipper, protect my body. Evil spirits stay away, and ghosts will not invade. Hurry up and obey the order."

"Pfft-"

Although it was a wooden peach wood sword, it pierced the zombie's chest easily like a divine weapon. The zombie let out a shrill scream, its body trembled violently, and bloody evil spirit gushed out from the wound.

The middle-aged man took advantage of the situation and jumped up. He stuck the yellow talisman in his left hand on the zombie's forehead with a "snap" and shouted, "Finish!"

The zombie's movements suddenly stopped, as if it was frozen, standing stiffly in place, only its blood-red eyes were still turning unwillingly.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, turned around and shouted to his apprentice: "Quick, help!"

The apprentice immediately stepped forward and worked together with the middle-aged man to stuff the zombie back into the coffin. The middle-aged man took out a piece of ink line mixed with chicken blood from the apprentice and quickly wrapped it around the coffin several times, each circle tightly tightening the coffin, as if to seal the coffin airtight.

"Add another talisman to suppress the corpse!" the middle-aged man said as he took out a yellow talisman from his arms and stuck it in the center of the coffin.

As for the three missionaries, they had already walked away, as if they didn't care at all about what had just happened.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted, "You come as you please and leave as you please. What do you mean?"

The corpse was turned into a zombie by three missionaries, and his business deal was almost ruined. How could he not be angry?
However, the three missionaries turned a deaf ear to his words and continued on their way at a leisurely pace, as if he was just an ant on the side of the road.

"Damn it! How hateful!" The middle-aged man was furious, his face ashen.

As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense. How can I tolerate being ignored like this?
He turned around and pulled out a shining silver snake sword from the carriage. The sword was as soft as a snake, flashing with cold light and exuding murderous aura.

He said to his disciple, "Keep an eye on the coffin here. I will be back soon!"

After saying that, he held the peach wood sword in his left hand and the silver snake sword in his right hand. With two swords in his hands, he rushed towards the three missionaries with great momentum.

"Evil monster, where are you going to escape!"

The peach wood sword can ward off evil and kill ghosts, and the silver snake soft sword kills without blood. With two swords in hand, there is no place in the world that you can't go.
Shi Fei was standing on the tree, and when he saw this scene, he almost couldn't help but applaud him. This was the Jianghu sorcerer of this world, and he was indeed brave!
The middle-aged man's steps were as swift as the wind, and he approached the three missionaries in an instant. The silver snake soft sword in his hand drew an elegant arc in the air, pointing directly at one of the missionaries.

The missionary suddenly swelled up at the critical moment, his body became unusually tall, and a webbed hand suddenly stretched out to block the fatal blow.

At this moment, he finally tore off the mask of disguise, revealing his hideous true face.

His head was shaped like a fish, with tiny fangs densely packed in his wide mouth, and sticky liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth. His large, bulging eyes were like fish eyes, with vertical slit-shaped pupils that flashed a chilling cold light.

The gills on the side of his neck trembled slightly with his breathing, making a hissing sound. His body muscles were tangled, and his skin was covered with mucus and scales, emitting a pungent and fishy smell that was disgusting.

This half-human, half-fish monster is Cthulhu's servant, the Deep One!
In order to build the magnificent Dragon King Temple and spread the faith in the Dragon King, they had to change their habits and lurk among the ignorant and insignificant humans.

They didn't want to cause trouble, but now someone dared to challenge their patience, which was simply courting death!

His strong scales easily bounced off the middle-aged man's silver snake sword. Then he let out a strange cry, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and pounced towards the middle-aged man fiercely.

"What a monster!" The middle-aged man was not surprised to see the deep diver.

He has been traveling around the world for many years, what strange things has he not seen?
A zombie appears in front of him without changing his expression, an evil ghost appears on the left without blinking, so what can a mere fish monster do?

Seeing the Deep Diver rushing towards him, the middle-aged man nimbly dodged the attack. Then, he quickly chanted a spell: "Big Dipper, protect me. Evil spirits stay away, and ghosts are not allowed to invade. Hurry up and obey the command!"

Before he finished speaking, seven bright stars descended from the Big Dipper and lingered on the peach wood sword in his hand. Without hesitation, he stabbed the Deep Diver's chest with the sword.

As the sword entered his body, the Deep Diver let out a sharp scream, and blue-green blood gushed out of his chest.

"I'll kill you while you're sick!" The middle-aged man drew out a peach wood sword and chopped at the deep diver's neck without hesitation. This sword would behead the deep diver.

However, at this critical moment, a black mist suddenly rose from the leading missionary, carrying a strong smell of the sea, and swept towards the middle-aged man, trying to pull him into the illusion.

The middle-aged man had been prepared. Facing the black fog, he decisively dropped the silver snake soft sword, turned over, made hand gestures, and chanted quickly: "Five thunders, five thunders, hurry to meet Huang Ning. The mist changes, roars and thunders. Come as soon as you hear the call, and quickly make a yang sound. Exorcise evil spirits and bind demons, kill ghosts and destroy their forms. Hurry up and obey the command!"

With a "bang", the Five Thunder Curse hit the black fog!

The black fog was getting thicker and thicker. The middle-aged man held his sword and remained alert. He knew that these guys were definitely not easy to deal with!

After a long while, the black fog slowly dissipated, and the middle-aged man was surprised to find that the missionaries were gone.

Could it be...

He hurriedly turned back to the carriage and the coffin, and saw his apprentice in front of the fire, and the coffin was safe and sound.

Those missionaries actually ran away?

(End of this chapter)