Godslayer: God of the Sequence, Starting Guide to Conquering Lin Qiye

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The straight blade struck the masked man's last remaining claw, and blood continued to flow from its mangled body in the rain.

In the blink of an eye, the street was covered in bloodstains.

The Demon King roared incessantly with its twisted face, its power reduced to less than 5% due to the damage it suffered in the explosion.

With the support of [Starry Night Dancer], [Mortal Realm], and the special bonus [Praise], Lin Qiye was always able to predict the Ghost Face King's attacks in advance.

His figure moved through the rain like a ghostly demon hunter in the dark, all for the sake of reaping the sinful soul of the Ghost King before him.

Draw your sword!

Blood has been drawn!

Dodge, then strike again!

The Ghost-Faced King is like a villain on its deathbed, desperately hoping for a miracle.

Ke Lin Qiye is the one who represents miracles; he still carries the "luck" that Yang Gao praised him for leaving behind.

Another slash! Lin Qiye's hand went numb from the impact. Even with so many layers of enhancement, the gap in their cultivation levels was like an insurmountable chasm.

He was never able to inflict a fatal blow on the Ghost-Faced King.

"Mask, Seven Nights! His true form is a mask!" Yang Gao reminded him at the right moment. At this moment, he had already placed Zhao Kongcheng at the boundary of the [No-Rule Void] and picked up his imitation straight sword again.

Lin Qiye understood, and after swinging his sword, he leaped backward, creating distance between himself and the Ghost-Faced King.

He needs to adjust his attack pattern; he needs to aim for the ghost face!

"I'm here to help you!" Yang Gao stood beside Lin Qiye, and the two looked at each other, everything understood without words.

The Ghost-Faced King, controlling its mangled body, charged towards the two of them. Its speed increased, and finally, like a mad beast, it recklessly crashed into them.

Lin Qiye moved first; his terrifying dynamic vision had already detected the path the Ghost-Faced King was taking.

Immediately, he moved his body slightly, like a gentle breeze, and dodged the Ghost-Faced King's attack.

Swing the knife!

The blade struck the ghost face.

The Ghost-Faced King missed its target and was thrown to the ground by the momentum of its own impact.

Lin Qiye's blade struck its body with unerring accuracy. It roared in terror, experiencing death for the first time.

It couldn't believe it; the young man from the Zhanjing Realm was actually pushing it toward its death.

Dangdangdang——

Lin Qiye and Yang Gao's continuous slashes were like the incessant rain at that moment.

They both knew that if one cut was useless, then they would cut ten!

If ten cuts are useless, then a hundred cuts will do!

The Ghost-Faced King must die here tonight!

The dazzling barrage of blades caused Ghost King immense pain. It desperately tried to retaliate, but Lin Qiye and Yang Gao wouldn't give it any chance to get a chance to strike.

The Demon King's attack hit the rain, rendering it meaningless.

Gradually, cracks finally appeared on the ghost mask's true form. Lin Qiye and Yang Gao exchanged glances, both understanding...

It's time to end!

Both men were consumed by murderous intent, and they unleashed a fatal blow with all their might.

Lin Qiye's blade was even faster, and under the influence of "luck," this strike landed directly on the weakest point of the Ghost Mask.

click -

The crisp sound was barely audible in the rainy night, but Yang Gao heard it and knew that it was all over.

His blade was slower than Lin Qiye's, but it struck just in time to shatter the Ghost King's mask completely.

A furious and resentful roar echoed in Yang Gao and Lin Qiye's ears.

Then, the roar resounded through the sky.

The shattered ghost face of the Ghost King could no longer control its broken body; it fell to the ground and remained motionless.

Lin Qiye was panting heavily, and he could barely hold the straight knife in his hand.

"Is he dead?" he asked Yang Gao tentatively, referring not only to Ghost Face King but also to Zhao Kongcheng.

It's still raining.

Yang Gao squatted in front of the shattered ghost mask of the Ghost King, holding the fragments of the mask in his hand. He turned to Lin Qiye and said, "Dead."

Lin Qiye's eyes were filled with disbelief, and in that moment of distraction, the straight knife in his hand fell into the puddles on the street.

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After a crisp slap, the demon mask was completely reduced to ashes.

The Demon King of the River Realm is dead!

Yang Gao fell to the ground, and he could already feel that the repair progress of 'Lost City' had reached 12.4%.

He was utterly exhausted and only wanted to rest. He simply didn't have the mental energy to enter the 'Maze City' and activate the lottery draw.

Even if he and Lin Qiye really killed the Ghost Face King of Chuanjing, it would be impossible to replicate.

If Chen Muye hadn't severely injured Ghost Face King;

If the Demon King hadn't been unable to eat people to heal his injuries;

If it weren't for Yang Gao's [explosion] and special bullets causing massive damage to the masked man...

……

With their true strength, Zhao Kongcheng, Lin Qiye, and Yang Gao had no chance of killing Ghost Face King.

It is, after all, a mythical creature.

It is, after all, part of Sichuan.

Lin Qiye staggered to Zhao Kongcheng's side and squatted down beside him, his mind filled with images of the other man speaking to him.

A hero who wanted to protect millions of people fell quietly before him.

Lin Qiye looked towards the city center and murmured, "...Is it really worth it?"

For those who are still celebrating right now, knowing nothing at all.

They might be dating, arguing, or complaining about this damn society...

Was it all really worth it?

Lin Qiye looked up at Yang Gao and watched as the exhausted boy slowly moved towards him, using his straight sword as a crutch.

Lin Qiye said, "Nobody knows what you're doing here."

No one will know that you killed mythical creatures here.

"Sacrificing their lives, shedding their blood..." Lin Qiye choked up.

He lowered his head, trembling, and remained silent, not wanting Yang Gao to see his reddened eyes.

Yang Gao sat down next to Lin Qiye, panting heavily, and leaned against him without any guard, saying, "Qiye, didn't you already know my answer?"

Lin Qiye recalled the moment when Yang Gao rushed out and hugged Zhao Kongcheng.

He looked at Yang Gao, "Zhao Kongcheng did this to protect me..."

"And there are the thousands of families living in this area," Yang Gao added.

Lin Qiye was stunned. Zhao Kongcheng had protected him and the thousands of families living behind him...

died?

Lin Qiye tilted his head back, letting the rain wash over his face. Under the dark sky, everything seemed too heavy.

—It's almost done.

Yang Gao squinted and said in a low voice, "Seven Nights, there will always be people in this world who are like stars that pierce the dark night."

Even the faintest starlight can always illuminate the world.

"I've heard a saying, 'He who carries firewood for the masses...'" Before Yang Gao could finish speaking, Lin Qiye interrupted.

Lin Qiye said slowly, "...We must not let it freeze to death in the wind and snow."

Zhao Kongcheng saved him, bringing him an ultimate shock about humanity and the best qualities.

Lin Qiye made up his mind and said to Yang Gao, "Yang Gao, recommend me to join the Night's Watch."

—So you're finally saying it?

Yang Gao smiled; everything seemed perfect.

He spoke slowly, "Seven Nights, you won't regret this, will you?"

Lin Qiye already had the answer in his heart, "Ten years, I will protect this world for Zhao Kongcheng for ten years."

"Absolutely no regrets?" Yang Gao asked again.

"I will never go back on my word," Lin Qiye said.

The heavy rain fell on the two boys and Zhao Kongcheng, and the world was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Looking at Lin Qiye's dejected expression, Yang Gao asked, "Qiye, are you very sad?"

"Yes." Lin Qiye confided in Yang Gao that he was truly heartbroken over Zhao Kongcheng's death.

"What if I told you that Zhao Kongcheng is not dead?"