Chapter 518: Chapter 288: A Match for a Thousand (3)
Fang Zhen had originally planned to just watch after breaking through the city gates and then rest for a while, but he discovered that mowing down weaklings could be addictive.
In this world, the demons were perhaps the strong ones when they slaughtered civilians, each one brutally aggressive and tyrannical.
But now, from Fang Zhen’s perspective, he was the scythe and these demons were merely wheat. With a single swing, their heads were separated from their bodies.
Fang Zhen stopped thinking about how to conserve his stamina. He had plenty of ways to recover his strength anyway.
These demons couldn’t tie him down for long; they couldn’t even make him expend energy faster than he could recover it.
Spurring his horse onward, Fang Zhen charged toward the city center all by himself.
Watching Fang Zhen take the lead, charging ahead of everyone toward the city center, it felt as if he alone was suppressing all the demons.
When the Divine Rune Warriors in the rear, including Osetis, witnessed this scene, a sentiment naturally welled up in their hearts.
This wasn’t an idea someone had told them or that had been spread through propaganda, but a voice that came directly from within.
’This Fang Zhen guy is a monster!’
’So strong.’
’Is this what they call a hero?’
These noble Knights, who prided themselves on etiquette, appearance, and their own inner arrogance, would never say such things out loud, as it would lower their status.
The Divine Rune Warriors of this world were nobles, but that didn’t stop them from inwardly thinking that Fang Zhen was terrifyingly fierce.
’Is this something a human can even do?’
’What’s the deal with Fang Zhen? Why is he so unbelievably strong?’
The battlefield left no time for deep thought or reflection; they just subconsciously followed Fang Zhen, charging into Northwest City.
Wherever Fang Zhen charged, they charged.
Fang Zhen led the charge like the tip of a long arrow, his power perfectly unleashed in this world.
It wasn’t that this world was weak, but that the power of this world had its flaws.
The curse seal power from the Curse Seal World, the warhorse from the Crystal Bone Realm, and even the real-world materials he had obtained—all of it created a chain reaction with the Divine Rune Power native to the Divine Rune Realm.
This turned Fang Zhen into an extremely unique existence in this world.
The stacking of multiple elements foreign to the Divine Rune Realm gave him a bizarre yet powerful competitive advantage.
If others could only compete in length, and some could compete in area, then Fang Zhen was like a polyhedron—he competed in volume.
His personal strength, amplified by different worlds, blended together here into a single, integrated power system.
And this power system surpassed that of the mortals of this world by a hundredfold, a thousandfold, or even more.
After all, 10 meters is just 10 meters. 10 meters times 10 meters is 100 square meters.
And 10 meters times 10 meters, times another 10 meters, is 1,000 cubic meters.
It was hundreds or thousands of times greater than the original ten meters—not even in the same dimension.
Fang Zhen led the charge, reveling in the slaughter.
The internal structure of Northwest City was clearly planned. After breaking through the gates, a wide, straight street led directly to the city center.
Throughout the entire city—in the streets, in the alleys, and even in the sky—there were all sorts of demons.
Besides the demons, there were also some strange-looking humans.
One could tell these beings had once been human. At the very least, they retained a vaguely human form, and some even kept human-like features and belongings.
But they had been subjected to some kind of corruption, and their bodies had grotesquely mutated.
Their skin had become thin and slick, disgustingly slimy like a lizard or a snake. Their faces were twisted and ferocious, mutated into something neither human nor ghost.
There were a great many of these things.
Fang Zhen knew with a single glance that these were all corrupted humans.
If an ordinary person saw these corrupted humans, they might feel a shred of pity.
Fang Zhen also felt pity, but his way of showing pity and mercy was to grant them release.
He swung his long spear again and again. Ripples of the space-rending Power Mountain Seal shot through the air, throwing the demons blocking his path into complete disarray.
The Power Mountain Seal’s fluctuations from his spear, amplified by the divine runes and combined with the inherent power of this world, were unleashed with more than ten times his base strength.
Each sweep of his spear could tear apart dozens, even hundreds of demons and corrupted humans, sending their bodies flying into the air.
The scene was utterly astonishing.
Seeing Fang Zhen’s ferocity, the Divine Rune Warriors in the rear were practically dumbfounded, their eyes filled with shock as they stared at him.
In truth, the fastest way to earn respect is not through intimidation or threats.
It is by doing something that others want to do but are completely incapable of, something that inspires awe and admiration.
And Fang Zhen’s current actions, though he paid no mind to those behind him, had already won the complete submission of these Divine Rune Warriors.
Osetis was himself a powerful Divine Rune Warrior of this world, yet seeing Fang Zhen’s method of slaughter left him dumbstruck.
He was a commander, after all, and had more composure than the others.
Although he was deeply shaken, he didn’t neglect his duties.
Osetis shouted, "Fang Zhen has cleared the most difficult path! Follow him and kill! Activate your divine runes!"
Instantly, all sorts of tattoos lit up on Osetis’s body.
His tattoos were comprised of mystical patterns, normally invisible beneath his skin, with only small portions occasionally showing.
But after being activated by some secret art, these divine runes flared to life, appearing on his skin like various mystical scrolls glowing with light.
Osetis himself began to shine with Gold light, and a sheet of golden light enveloped him.
The divine runes not only provided defensive power but also boosted his various abilities to a rather ridiculous level.
Osetis fiercely swung his Longsword.
Although their formation was broken, the demons on either side of the path Fang Zhen had cleared still tried to flank them. In response, Osetis swung his Longsword!
On his Longsword, a golden-yellow flame swirled, sweeping across horizontally like a tornado over ten meters wide.
Although its might was not as overwhelming as Fang Zhen’s, it was still a ferocious attack.
Many low-level Little Demons were caught in the sweep of the flames, their heads and upper torsos instantly incinerated.
The temperature of the flames, condensed to some unknown degree at close range, burned the Little Demons’ bodies directly to ash.
As for the stronger Dread Fiends and other demons, they screamed in agony, rolling on the ground with their bodies alight, their fighting capacity lost.
At that moment, Fang Zhen, charging at the very front, finally saw his objective.
The central plaza of Northwest City—the location where the demons had built their new spatial-channel Teleportation Gate.
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