# 1841
Chapter 1841
Chapter 1834: Almost Ruined the Big Plan
Just as Yuan Wenling led the [Spirit Medium] Squad in a desperate battle against Fish Two, a weak voice suddenly rang out.
"I'll go with you."
Fish Two's lightning-enchased palm froze mid-strike.
An Qingyu turned his head, only to see Lin Qiye had already sheathed both of his long swords, brushing the dust off his Crimson Cloak with an utterly calm expression.
"If I'm with you, no one will dare block your path on this journey… I'll be your hostage."
Hearing this response, An Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly. Now he wasn't in such a rush to agree, and his gaze instead turned to Fate Monk standing nearby.
Fate Monk's face remained expressionless as he spoke:
"Lin Qiye, what nonsense are you talking? You're the Supreme Commander of the Great Xia Night Watch—you absolutely cannot put yourself in danger!
Even if every last person in these three cities dies, you cannot take such a risk! Who can guarantee that after they're safely out of danger, they won't kill you first?"
"I certainly won't kill him." An Qingyu stated matter-of-factly. "The Hongmeng Spirit Fetus is unique in this world—if I killed him, where would I find another specimen this valuable for research?"
Fate Monk glanced at him. "A traitor who abandoned his race and country is capable of anything."
"Is that so?" An Qingyu's voice was mild.
"In that case, as long as I kill all you irrelevant insects first, then take him hostage by force, the result would be the same."
The tone An Qingyu used with Fate Monk was almost identical to the monk's own—speaking in the most casual manner about the most ruthless things.
Boom—!
As An Qingyu finished speaking, Fish Two and Fish Four's divine power erupted once more. A terrifying thundercloud gathered above, pressing down so heavily that the members of [Spirit Medium] Squad and Fate Monk could barely breathe.
"Enough."
Lin Qiye's voice sounded again.
"You're overstepping your bounds, Fate… My affairs don't need you to meddle." Lin Qiye deliberately made his voice cold and hard, just like when he had beaten Fate Monk in the desert back then.
He walked calmly past the members of [Spirit Medium] Squad, then passed by the two artificial gods. They exchanged glances but didn't block his path under An Qingyu's signal.
Lin Qiye stopped beside An Qingyu.
"Let's go." he said calmly.
An Qingyu glanced at him, then swept his gaze over Fate Monk and the others behind him, and gave a slight nod.
Boom—!!
A thick bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds and struck down, like a deep blue pillar connecting heaven and earth, directly engulfing Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and the two artificial gods in its radiance.
The brilliant flash lit up the earth, forcing Yuan Wenling to close his eyes involuntarily. When he opened them again, four figures had vanished without a trace.
He stood frozen for a moment, then abruptly turned to look at Fate Monk, anxiety clear in his voice:
"Monk!! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and rescue the Commander?!"
"Rescue him from what?" Fate Monk glanced at the direction where Lin Qiye and the others had disappeared, then after a moment, spoke with heavy meaning:
"You people… almost ruined the big plan."
Yuan Wenling stood there, stunned.
As if remembering something, Fate Monk turned and walked toward a certain direction.
"Monk… where are you going?"
"To stop the Crimson Dust Sword Immortal." Fate Monk's figure flickered and vanished from the spot, leaving only his voice echoing in Yuan Wenling's ears.
"If we don't clarify things in advance, who knows how much havoc that one will cause when he goes berserk."
…
Great Xia, northern border.
Though it was daytime, Snowchill Pass was now shrouded in complete darkness.
A massive cloud of darkness hung over the border, with not a single ray of light able to penetrate through its gaps to the mortal world. By the faint glow of the lights within Snowchill Pass, one could barely make out countless诡异的触手 (sinister tentacles) writhing and wriggling through the clouds.
And within this flesh-and-blood cloud, a rain of blood was sweeping across heaven and earth with the biting cold wind.
"Snowchill Pass… do you copy… please respond, Snow…chill Pass… do you copy!"
As a few drops of blood rain soaked into the external loudspeaker equipment, the originally stern voice suddenly turned eerie and ghastly—not only were the words fragmented and断续 (intermittent), but the tone had become sharp and piercing, like a woman driven to madness.
"It's done for—we're completely cut off from headquarters."
Inside the main control room of Snowchill Pass, a figure set down the communicator in frustration. Looking at the windows being continuously washed by the blood rain, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Crimson warning lights flashed in the main control room. Through the hazy windows, countless figures resembling zombies could be seen reveling in this rain of blood.
Inside, many people huddled together in fear, the atmosphere of dread spreading through the deathly silence.
From the moment [Black Goat] invaded, Snowchill Pass had activated its highest alert status. Everyone had immediately evacuated to the main control room for shelter, but the sudden blood rain from the sky had still touched most of the people.
Those figures touched by the blood rain soon began to mutate, losing all rationality and starting to attack every living thing around them indiscriminately.
In this vast war fortress, these huddled survivors were all that remained.
"What's the status of the [Black Goat]?"
"The main body is still stopped at the outer wall—it hasn't crossed over…"
"In this world, it's probably only the sword intent of the Crimson Dust Sword Immortal that could make that disgusting thing feel any hesitation."
"Who knows how long that sword intent can hold it back… If the [Black Goat] really clashes with the Crimson Dust Sword Immortal, this entire fortress might be vaporized in an instant."
"Indeed…"
Sizzle—!!
A bolt of lightning tore through the blood-soaked sky, streaking across the horizon in an instant. Beneath the flesh-and-blood cloud, four figures materialized out of thin air.
Electric arcs scattered outward. An Qingyu stepped out, glanced up at the [Black Goat] overhead, and spoke calmly:
"We got him. Let's withdraw."
Between the undulating clouds, a massive red eye suddenly opened. Countless tiny worms writhed within it, its eerie pupil fixed intently on Lin Qiye beside him.
Faint murmuring sounds drifted from the clouds.
"Impossible." An Qingyu spoke without hesitation. "He's my experimental specimen—I won't give him up to you… Besides, I've left an Earth Anchor deep within his soul. Even those frenzied universes couldn't do anything to him. You have no chance of corrupting him."
The red eye reflected Lin Qiye's face, a faint glow rising from the depths of the pupil. Countless tentacles curled and writhed, appearing extremely excited.
An Qingyu's brow furrowed tightly.
"I said I won't give him to you… If you want to satisfy your disgusting cravings, go resurrect Lucifer's corpse."
With that, he paid no attention to whatever the [Black Goat] might say next. Leading the others, he transformed into a stream of light and fled directly toward the Great Xia border.
On the other hand, the [Black Goat] remained hovering above Snowchill Pass, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
An Qingyu glanced back at it. "Still not leaving… Are you looking to die?"