Chapter 571
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Chapter 571: The Curse Begins
Isis’s gaze was fixed on the detonator in Jinian’s hand, her eyes flickering slightly as if she were contemplating something.
The order to attack Daxia came from the Sun God. If they retreated now, the Wind God, the God of Yellow Sand, and Amon would lose control of the situation completely… So far, the curse of national fortune in Daxia had not manifested, which meant they had not yet completed their task.
From this perspective, they must now buy time for the curse of national fortune and block these human elites.
However, if they continued to stay here, the “human circle” that had been preserved with great difficulty from the mist would be destroyed, and without the source of will, the operation of the divine kingdom would come to a complete halt. The Sun City would become a rootless floating weed, unable to sustain their existence.
This involved the rise and fall of the Egyptian gods.
If what Jinian said was true, then Isis would certainly withdraw from Daxia without hesitation to preserve the “human circle.” But all of this was merely Jinian’s one-sided statement; with just a strange detonator, she could not determine whether Jinian was telling the truth or not…
In fact, Isis did not believe that Jinian could enter the “human circle” again and silently plant so much explosives inside. But this woman was a complete madwoman; if she could blow up their temple once, who could say she couldn’t do it a second time?
Isis was unwilling, but she truly did not dare to gamble.
After the gods and human elites ceased hostilities, the rolling waves gradually calmed, and under the gloomy sky, four deities and five human elites watched each other warily, always ready to strike again.
The other three of the Nine Pillars were waiting for Isis’s decision.
At that moment, the white pixelated Bluetooth headset hanging from Jinian’s ear lit up, and someone was transmitting some information to her through it.
Jinian’s brow slightly raised.
“It seems you still hold some hope for the battlefield in the Eastern Mist,” Jinian said, gazing into Isis’s eyes, “Unfortunately, just now, your God of Yellow Sand, Set, was killed by the Sword Saint of Daxia, and the Wind God was severely injured and fled…
You have already lost.”
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four Nine Pillars changed simultaneously!
Not only them, but the other human elites were also stunned, their eyes filled with shock.
Zhou Ping… has taken that step?
“This is impossible,” Geb said coldly. “How could a human slay a god?”
“Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know once you return to the Sun City,” Jinian replied calmly, hands in her pockets.
The faces of the gods were extremely grim.
Although they did not believe that any human could kill a deity, if what she said was true, it would mean that the humans of Daxia might have mastered the method to step into the divine realm and slay gods.
If that were the case, Daxia would pose a tremendous threat to all divine kingdoms in the world!
Isis stood on the surface of the sea, dressed in a skirt, gazing at the faint outline of land at the edge of the sea, still unwilling to retreat.
It seemed she was waiting for something.
Now it was Jinian’s turn to frown slightly.
She did not expect that things had developed to this point, and these four Nine Pillars were still unwilling to leave?
What were they waiting for?
At that moment, the battered Ye Fan, draped in a tattered dark red cloak, approached from a distance, a smile on his lips.
“Are you waiting for the so-called curse of national fortune?”
Isis’s eyes narrowed.
She turned to look at the smiling Ye Fan, her eyes slightly squinting.
“No need to be so surprised. Daxia has so many extraordinary individuals; it’s not strange that a few can divine fortunes,” Ye Fan shrugged.
“However, if you are really plotting against the national fortune of Daxia…
Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”
…
At the border of Daxia.
A wisp of black gas seeped in from the void like ink, resembling a thick layer of dark clouds, enveloping the surface of the earth and mountains.
The blackness spread rapidly.
Yet even as this black gas spread through the mountains and cities, no one noticed its existence.
It was merely a curse of fortune, imperceptible to the naked eye. Even when this wisp of black gas passed through people’s bodies, they only felt a chill breeze and quickly returned to normal.
Fortune is elusive, mysterious and profound.
This black gas poured out from the void, falling between the mountains of Daxia, swiftly eroding the profound yellow fortune beneath the dragon veins.
Amidst the dense black gas, a massive figure gradually coalesced. He stood among the mountains like a cold, dark giant, looking down at the undulating terrain below.
He wore black clothing, held a black staff, and a cold smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
The curse of national fortune had already been activated.
From his illusory body, endless black gas surged forth, flowing along the hidden currents of fortune beneath the dragon veins, rapidly spreading to every inch of Daxia’s land.
This black gas was the embodiment of the curse he had prepared. Once these curses tainted the national fortune, they would completely corrode it. If Daxia’s original national fortune was a towering tree growing robustly, then these curses were the poisonous insects rapidly gnawing at its trunk.
As long as the national fortune tree was gnawed down, the fortune would wither, and Daxia’s future would be cut in half.
“What a magnificent fortune…”
The giant Amon stood among the mountains, closing his eyes to feel the intricate dragon veins beneath him. Each dragon vein surged with fortune like the mighty Yellow River, ceaseless and grand.
These were the accumulated fortunes of Daxia over thousands of years.
Amon’s expression grew slightly serious.
Even though he was a deity focused on the path of curses, relying on curses to erode such a vast amount of national fortune was still a monumental task, impossible to achieve in a short time.
But that was fine; if it couldn’t be eroded in one day, then two days; if two days didn’t work, then a month; if a month didn’t work, then a year…
After all, he had already transformed into fortune. Even if those elites came, they couldn’t harm him. He was like a pest with no natural enemies, quietly lurking above Daxia’s dragon veins.
These humans could do nothing to him.
At worst, when the gods of Daxia revived, he would leave this place. By then, even if he hadn’t eroded the entire national fortune of Daxia, he could still destroy a good portion of it.
Once the national fortune was diminished, it could never be replenished; once it’s gone, it’s gone. Even gods could not inject fortune into Daxia out of thin air.
Amon closed his eyes, carefully exploring the national fortune that stood like a colossal tree. Just then, he seemed to sense something and suddenly frowned.
He saw six figures, radiant like the sun, gradually emerging in the thickest river of fortune.
