Chapter 1170: Chapter 112: Uesugi Risa Wins MVP! (Part 2)

Actually, I’ve wanted to ask for a long time…

Wang Yunxiao silently complained to himself.

A maiden carrying a lantern should originally be like an ethereal painting.

Why do you always use that lantern like a yo-yo during fights, looking like King Wheel Monk?

But this was really something he couldn’t say out loud.

He’d already given her so many nicknames, adding another might overload her.

Seeing Li Mumu joining the battle, Wang Yunxiao didn’t idle either.

The reason he stepped forward, aside from catching up to end work, was also to cover for Uesugi Risa.

Little witch focused only on chopping people, forgetting her main task behind.

Three stolen weapons were tossed aside by her, disregarded.

Everyone has weapons they’re good and bad at using. Uesugi Risa’s favorite is still the scythe “Fifty-five” she’s always kept by her side.

Even if other weapons have special uses, she’s not accustomed to them, and can even discard them like old shoes.

This won’t do— you need to combine them to summon Yamata Orochi along with two other divine artifacts.

Wang Yunxiao flashed over behind Uesugi Risa, his right hand grabbing Impermanence, his left grabbing Izumo, while looking at the Meteor Hammer on the ground.

He couldn’t help but complain internally. Which dog developer designed this poop-like full collection quest?

Digging up 76 orchids wasn’t this disgusting.

Normally to beat this game, you must clear through all of Tianmen including Customs, Special Service Bureau, various district’s Special Service Sections, Qianjin Church…

And bloodily massacre the young strong generation holding divine artifacts.

Yes, “young people” is correct. The 985 dog developer who first designed this plan definitely thought his game balance mechanics were amazing, and the thought of challengers enjoying some mercy while suffering made him hum proudly.

How do these things piece together again?

Wang Yunxiao didn’t understand these magical rituals, thinking for a while before deciding to use his own method, raising his sword in the right hand and knife in the left, fiercely slashing down at a weapon he hadn’t seen before.

In the Heavenly Slaying Dragon Sword, that’s exactly how it was done!

Meanwhile on the battlefield, Li Mumu raised the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths, instantly changing the colors of heaven and earth, dragons and snakes emerged.

A Saint once uttered fierce words saying, should it come to that, rewrite earth, water, fire, and wind.

The earth, water, fire and wind referred to the four elements of world creation.

When the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths was split into three, the three jades could respectively wield the power of departing fire, mui water, and gang wind.

Now united, earth, water, fire, and wind gathered, instantly reversing the five elements, disordering yin and yang, sky turned upside down!

Li Mumu was the only one present who understood how to use this divine artifact, thanks to her other identity as the mountain god Chu Jiang of West Spring Mountain, knowing the principles behind such dharma treasures as soon as she held them.

Uesugi Risa treated those three weapons like old shoes, while Elena had no battle experience, her cultivation system misaligned with Eastern dharma treasures, in modern terms, she was completely face-rolling on the keyboard, recklessly pressing buttons.

The four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind unleashed furiously, instantly destroying the space-time mirror image created by the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths.

Elena was still casting.

Already halfway through, impossible to stop, without the realization to interrupt her chanting.

From her recited scriptures one can roughly determine she intended to use a secret technique to ascend as an angel.

But it’s too late.

Li Mumu wielded the Octagonal Palace Lamp, coming behind her and smashing it towards her head like wielding a Meteor Hammer.

Elena unguarded, hit directly, fainting on the spot.

Taking the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths in hand, Li Mumu turned to meet the little witch’s gaze.

“Eh? Doctor Li?”

Uesugi Risa was shocked. How did it suddenly change to Doctor Li, who often took her out for hot pot?

How could she bring herself to hit him?

Before she could react, she heard Li Mumu coldly say: “I am the true Demon Monarch of a Thousand Changes!”

Uh… sure, you are then. Why shout so loud?

The little witch holding her scythe was at a loss.

Just then Wang Yunxiao walked over behind her, pressing a glittering and radiant large sword into her hands.

“Eh? Wang-san?”

“This is the legendary divine artifact Sword of the Gathering Clouds of Heaven, go on!”

“Ah?”

Where to?

The little witch was confused.

“Ah—”

Before she moved, Li Mumu cried out as if struck by a sword, threw the Mirror of Eight Handbreadths and Mirror of Eight Handbreadths, staggered back.

“Impossible! I actually lost like this!”

“What?!!!”

“Risa-chan, if it’s you, it’s alright… carry my will onward!”

“I totally don’t understand what you’re saying!”

Uesugi Risa pouted, nearly crying.

Her mental circuits couldn’t handle such complex situations, already crashing into a state.

But she didn’t need to understand, just go through the process.

When the final victor collects the three divine artifacts, the last ritual declares completion, in the sky Yamata Orochi’s phantom becomes increasingly real.

Under the resonance of the three divine artifacts, the blood soaked on this beach began to seep out drop by drop, floating into the air.

Everything was like a replay of an old day, except it’s reverse-played.

Li Mumu’s gaze traveled through time and space, faintly seeing the entire process of Yamata Orochi falling here years ago.

The enormous multi-headed snake, enough to obscure the sky, came slithering from the deep sea toward inland along Dagu coast.

At a certain time point in a parallel space-time, here as a coastal defense fortress was easily broken, thus forming a weak breakthrough point in the mystical layer.

The serpent was ultimately slain, but its decomposed corpse polluted the entire Tianmen, terror rains fell from above, endlessly. Crops withered, cattle and sheep died of illness, countless people’s skin ulcerated, plagued rampantly.

The first batch of Brocade-Clothed Guards’ standard armor was hurriedly made, rain-resistant pan copper helmets and leather suits, goggles, and gas masks…

Back then, Qin Xiangdong found Wang Yunxiao and the others these outdated equipment from Brocade-Clothed Guards being replaced.

Heavy, old, but old things have old things’ merits, which is durability.

Then came the time-space retrospection specifically for this incident.

This batch of specially tailored equipment for special issues in special times also, therefore, possessed a certain level of resistance to Temporal Tides.

Time reversed, returning to the night Yamata Orochi landed.

This time, the city’s guardians chose a more reliable plan, sealing the filthy power within Yamata Orochi’s body into the three Fusang divine artifacts it carried, then disassembling the three divine artifacts again.

The only remaining blood was from the moment the serpent was slain, dripping here.

With the resonance of the three divine artifacts, more and more filthy blood was refined from the earth, slowly writhing in midair, starting to form the shape of a long serpent.

First marrow and blood vessels and nerves, then segment by segment of vertebrae.

“Is it… kind of small?”

Han Bin was somewhat disappointed, because the so-called Yamata Orochi resurrected now looked only seven or eight meters long, compared to the legendary image of cloud-shrouding, sun-blocking, looked like a worm.

This made him feel he wasted three days of precious youth.

“After all, it’s been dead for so many years.”

Yan Yu’an softly comforted him: “After all, it’s a mythological creature, surely still has some unknown wonders. And taking a step back… if merely slaying such a thing could prove the Way, it’d be too laughable.”

Would the Demon Monarch of a Thousand Changes need to lose face?

In future anecdotes— Demon Monarch of a Thousand Changes? Isn’t that the punk squatting by the sea peeing in the mud, digging clams, slicing worms? What caliber are you, daring to tangle with Master of Ten Thousand Transformations!

Perhaps feeling the contempt and humiliation mixed in the gazes around, Yamata Orochi gradually formed mid-air raised its head high, issuing a silent roar.

After a brief silence, from the distant ocean-sky intersection came an echoed roar.

It should be a sea snake quietly arriving nearshore, responding to Yamata Orochi’s summons here and now.

Of course, the Demon Monarch of a Thousand Changes would be prepared, all changes within his expectations. For the initial blood deficiency issue of summoned Yamata Orochi, he also preemptively formulated a response plan.

At least it seems.