Chapter 544: Chapter 545 Playing God [4/7 Subscribe]
"Indeed, if there is a god in this world, it is our king."
"You’re right. If there is a god, it is our king."
"The old bat might be getting senile."
The other bats also sang their king’s praises, not believing a word the old bat said, which left it feeling frustrated and helpless. It decided to leave the island. With its experience, it knew Wu Tian would sooner or later come for them. It was very old and no longer capable of fighting; it certainly didn’t wish to die.
Little did they know, their every move was within Wu Tian’s Spiritual Sense.
"Vampires, huh?"
Suddenly, a voice echoed in their minds, silencing all the bats.
"I just heard a voice! Not with my ears, but inside my mind!"
"So did I."
"Who is it?"
The bats scattered to search the secluded island, looking for any man who might have landed. Normally, only nuns resided on the island; where would a man come from?
Giles, in the graveyard, did not hear Wu Tian’s voice, but he heard the bats’ frantic whispers, which infuriated him.
"Who is it? Who dares to deceive and play tricks before the great Divinity? Who dares to feign godhood!"
As Giles’s voice boomed, the other bats began to shriek as well.
"Who is so ignorant of death as to be insolent before our god? Show yourself!"
"Come out and die!"
The bats cried out in a frenzy, their thirst for blood palpable. Why hadn’t they drunk the blood of the young nuns? Because their king, buried for who knows how many years, had finally risen and deserved to enjoy the company of women.
Now, they were convinced a man had intruded upon the island. An intruder with special abilities—telepathic communication! How else could he speak directly into our minds? He must be on the island; such psychic abilities couldn’t possibly extend from far away, unless the user is a god!
They had no concept of Spiritual Sense. Wu Tian wasn’t on the island, nor was he even in the Iron Tower Country. He had already returned home. As for Li Xiaolu’s body, Wu Tian had Xiao Tianzan take care of it.
「At home」
Wu Tian sat on the sofa, his Spiritual Sense enveloping the globe, paying particular attention to the secluded island in the Iron Tower Country.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" The little one sat beside him, singing a song from the Three Kingdoms:
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River flow east,
Its waves washing away all heroes.
Right and wrong, success and failure, all turn to nothing in a blink.
The green mountains remain, as they have always been,
Witnessing countless sunsets.
A white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the river isle,
Accustomed to the autumn moon and the spring breeze.
We meet with joy over a flask of crude wine.
So many events, past and present,
Are all dismissed with a laugh...
She noticed her dad wasn’t singing with her and grew a little unhappy.
"Are you daydreaming?" the little one asked. "I heard that only fools daydream!"
"..."
Wu Tian came back to his senses, glanced at his daughter, and playfully tweaked her nose with his finger. The little one giggled, delighted that her dad was finally paying attention to her.
Unfortunately, she had read too much into it.
After Wu Tian withdrew his finger, his Spiritual Sense once again focused on the secluded island in the Iron Tower Country.
The little one was left speechless.
Dad is acting very strangely, almost as if... he’s lovesick! I have to tell Mom. Quietly leaving the sofa, she abandoned her song and went upstairs to find Qin Yuhan. I have to get him back on the right path. Otherwise, this family will be doomed.
「On the secluded island」
The bats frantically searched, hoping to find the man.
"No need to search. I am in the Dragon Country, on the Asian continent!"
What?
At these words, the bats on the island fell silent. They had scoured the entire island without finding a single man. Could this person truly not be on the island but all the way in the Dragon Country? To be so far away yet still able to converse with them—who in the world could do that?
The bats couldn’t help but think of one demonic name.
"Wu Tian!"
The very thought made their hearts tremble. They were shocked, utterly stupefied. Their blood-red eyes filled with utter disbelief. They never imagined they would one day encounter such a horrifying existence.
"Should we flee?"
"He’s in the Dragon Country, yet he can speak to us... That kind of power... it’s like a god’s!"
They had just been flattering Giles, calling him a god. But after this display from Wu Tian, the bats knew their king was completely incapable of such a feat.
Many of them now considered abandoning the island. They had no desire to die alongside their king. They served him in the hopes of gaining benefits upon his awakening. When weighed against their own lives, however, the bats knew their survival was far more important.
Just as they prepared to flee the island, a familiar voice exploded in their minds once again.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Panicked, the bats sped up, desperately trying to leave the secluded island.
But the next moment—
POP! POP! POP!
Dark blood splattered everywhere. One by one, the bats suddenly exploded, completely clueless as to what was happening.
Wu Tian was using Spiritual Martial Skills, attacking with his invisible Spiritual Sense. In the Immortal Emperor Realm, Wu Tian had been the one to create Spiritual Martial Skills, becoming their progenitor.
An attack with Spiritual Sense was fundamentally different from physical combat. It was an assault that could neither be seen nor touched.
The bats watched as their companions exploded one after another without warning. Frightened to death, they scattered in all directions, throwing the skies above the island into chaos. But as soon as the Spiritual Sense arrived, another bat exploded, and then another.
It was a one-sided massacre.
One by one, the bats died in mid-air. None of them had even seen Wu Tian’s face. The rest fled for their lives, but they too blew up one by one. Not a single bat that tried to escape made it off the island; all died where they flew.
At this moment, the remaining bats fell into utter despair. Their only recourse was to fly en masse to the graveside and let out a series of mournful screeches.
"King, please, you must act!"
"King, please, help us!"
"..."
The bats’ cries were as loud as a tidal wave, their shrieks echoing across the island and terrifying the nuns in the Holy Church.
Within the grave, their king, Giles, was puzzled. He didn’t know what was happening, only that he could sense his bats dying.
Who is attacking from the shadows? No! Even I can’t do this! Is there anyone who can?
Giles was very confident in his power. When he was alive, he had been the Marshal of the Iron Tower Country, undefeated in battle his entire life. After becoming a Vampire, he grew even more formidable. Among Vampires, he was ranked eleventh.
First, Nicholas!
Second, Cain!
Third...
In short, those top ten were long gone. He was now the most revered among Vampires.
"Who exactly is massacring my subjects!" he roared. "Daring to play tricks in the presence of a True God? Show yourself at once!"
