Three Towers Game

"You should have interrupted my casting! You’re all doomed!"

The knight in jet-black armor drew his greatsword.

Wenren Mirror instinctively wanted to use a sequence to dispel the malice.

But he only saw Wen Chaohua raise a finger and gently gesture for silence:

"Everyone, don’t move. I’ll catch up with this old acquaintance."

Old acquaintance?

The old acquaintance on the scene, shouldn’t it be between Xun Hui and Wen Xishu?

Wenren Mirror thought so, but Wen Chaohua’s gaze at this moment was directed at the Priest.

"I didn’t expect you to come here, Priest."

Dozens of knights brandished their swords.

Countless resentful spirits transformed into sword energy, wrapped in a black tide, surging towards Wen Chaohua.

The sword-wielding speed was so fast that storms arose, ravaging the prayer room! Those wooden benches were all blown away.

At this moment outside the prayer room, the entire town saw the black liquid appearing around the prayer room.

Inside the prayer room, Wen Xishu and the others felt as if a wave was hitting them, making it hard to keep their footing!

"Damn... this force is no weaker than the Red House! This sequence is really useful."

Wen Xishu’s eyes turned red with envy.

A small town like this, in just a few years, was enough to make that Priest as powerful as the Red House. If the Priest were allowed to continue growing...

If the Priest went to a city with a ridiculously high population density, like Beijing or Shanghai in the past life, wouldn’t he directly evolve to a god-level being?

The Evil Land Divine Kingdom, nurturing a divine kingdom with evil land, Wen Xishu thought the sequence name was so fitting.

This was just the power of the knights’ sword swings. It’s hard to imagine what would happen if the Punishment Knights went all out in a frenzied attack...

The Ghost Bride, the Shoe Woman, Jiang Qing, and An Rongzai, would they really be able to win!

Of course—

The fact that Wen Xishu could leisurely contemplate the battle situation naturally indicated that the situation was not yet hopeless.

To be precise, the one who should truly despair was the Priest.

Just when Wenren Mirror thought that even Xun Hui would have to avoid the onslaught...

He suddenly saw a ripple.

The space seemed to liquefy, creating ripples that spread out, each wave so beautiful.

Those ripples reached Wen Xishu and Wenren Mirror as well.

Wenren Mirror felt as if, for a moment, his consciousness had traveled to a distant starry sky. He felt a sense of deathly stillness and tranquility.

But in the next second, he returned to the mortal world.

This was the experience of Wenren Mirror and Wen Xishu.

But for the Priest, the ripples had a completely different effect. The waves felt like a gentle breeze on the face, but those knights, the black tide...

Everything was turning to dust.

Or rather, everything was being obliterated.

"Divine Retribution... this is Divine Retribution!"

Do not disrespect the gods, do not harbor blasphemous thoughts, or you will inevitably face malicious backfire. This is a highly advanced sequence in the Three Towers, and an extremely powerful defensive sequence.

At that moment, the Priest remembered what was described on the tablet about the sequences possessed by the gods.

The divine consciousness scans the surroundings, and those without malice feel a deep peace, vastness, and deathly stillness like an endless starry sky.

But they’ll ultimately return to reality.

While those harboring evil thoughts would be utterly destroyed.

He cried out in terror:

"It’s you!"

At that moment, it seemed he finally remembered everything.

But it was too late.

The Punishment Knight Order, powerful enough to purge all evil, had its first wave entirely wiped out. The second wave would take time to summon...

But the Priest couldn’t summon them anymore.

After that ripple, everything had already settled.

Wen Chaohua’s finger landed on the Priest’s forehead.

"Let’s catch up, Priest."

"No... don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! I’m innocent! I’m innocent! You gave me this power; I had no choice!" The Priest struggled desperately.

This conversation struck Wen Xishu as very suspicious.

While Wenren Mirror was left marveling at Wen Chaohua’s strength. Chaohua... was she really this powerful?

Those knights just now, if it were the teacher... perhaps they could be dealt with in an instant, but if it were Xun Hui, he might have to exert some effort, right?

He might even get injured.

But Chaohua had just eliminated them in a flash?

Wen Chaohua’s strength was overturning Wenren Mirror’s understanding.

He couldn’t help but wonder, had she made a pact with some demon? Was that how she gained such immense power?

The Priest was immobile.

His eyes also began to show strange changes. His pupils rippled in circles, as if a tiny stone had fallen into the deep pool of his consciousness.

"Stop!"

The priest erupted with immense determination:

"Spare us! Spare him!"

Wen Xishu sensed that something was amiss.

The first plea was to spare us. Who else besides the priest?

The second plea... became spare him?

Wen Chaohua smiled once again:

"Priest, thank you, but if it weren’t my brother who summoned me today, I would have spared you."

"But unfortunately, he is still a sapling, a sapling that needs to keep growing and requires a lot of nourishment."

"You are an old acquaintance, but he is my dear brother."

As the priest’s body began to exhibit signs of annihilation, his entire being started to disintegrate bit by bit.

"Spare him... spare him..."

In the end, the priest could only keep repeating this phrase.

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Wen Chaohua said:

"Priest, you have given me extremely important information. Thank you again. With this information, I will have more leverage when facing certain individuals."

Death was imminent.

In the face of such overwhelming power, the priest had no means to resist.

He began to recall the promise he made with a child many years ago.

He had created many evildoers, but he also purified their evil deeds. He always thought he was a good person...

But now, he was about to die.

Only at this moment did he realize that as a so-called good person, he might have only done one good deed.

"I’m sorry... I didn’t expect to encounter them..."

The priest died.

Under Wen Chaohua’s fingers, nothing remained but countless specks of dust.

Wenren Mirror and Wen Xishu had envisioned many variations of this battle, even considered that Wen Chaohua’s strength might be extraordinarily overpowering and could defeat the enemy...

But the priest’s defeat was so absurd that it left the two deeply shocked.

"The master of the Story Club... is gone just like that..."

Wen Xishu found it somewhat unreal.

Were those ripples an overly terrifying destructive force?

The power held by the priest, in some sense, resembled altering reality itself. Such an existence should not be easily defeated, but it shouldn’t have been defeated like this either.

Wen Xishu found it unimaginable that his elder brother could be this terrible.

This power had already surpassed Xun Hui.

"Chaohua... is it really you?" Wenren Mirror asked.

"It’s me, but I am not me. And luckily, I am not me, otherwise, we would all die." Wen Chaohua smiled slightly.

Wenren Mirror said:

"Back then... did you have difficulties? I never believed you would do that! Chaohua, tell me the reason!"

Wen Chaohua sighed softly:

"Mirror, you are too weak. Some things, even just knowing them, require a price. My brother will tell you, although he doesn’t know now."

This answer obviously did not satisfy Wenren Mirror.

He intended to use the power of sequences; there is also a sequence in the Desire Sequence that forces people to tell the truth.

But at this moment, Wen Chaohua suddenly said:

"Some sequences possess uniqueness, like the ones on you, on me. And also on Xishu."

"Xishu can use it freely, but you and I should not use it lightly, unless you don’t care about the current state."

"The Evil Land Divine Kingdom created you and me, but as I said, I am not me, you are not you. We are just simulations. Everything about simulations is consumable."

"I have already overdrawn a lot of power, and I have obtained extremely important information. I must convey this information to my main body."

"So Mirror, don’t use your sequence, don’t force me to kill you."

Wen Chaohua’s voice became somewhat cold.

A trace of anger and grievance appeared on Wenren Mirror’s absolutely beautiful face.

It’s as if a person regarded as your closest friend unexpectedly feels that you are not that important, easily saying they can kill you.

But Wen Chaohua was by no means a cold person.

Because in the next second, he winked at Wen Xishu:

"Little Tree, come here, let brother hug you! You have helped brother a great deal."

Wen Chaohua opened his arms, wanting to embrace Wen Xishu.

Wen Xishu felt at a loss, shouldn’t it be you who helped us a great deal?

But he still subconsciously opened his arms and hugged Wen Chaohua.

That was truly a strong hug, Wen Xishu seemed to feel that within the black liquid-filled body, there was conveyed endless longing.

"You have been targeted by the Evil Land, haven’t you? It must have been hard to travel far. Xishu, if you want to know everything, when your Anti-Magic Value is sufficient—"

"Go to the Wen Family’s old mansion and have a look."