荒墟牧神 - 第397章 滴水不漏 - 錦書坊

The corpse of the headless demon god suddenly went limp, the claws gripping the mountain ridges on either side came loose, and the body plunged into the river channel below, blocking the gateway behind it completely with its bulk. On the Dawn Ark, meanwhile, the Sunherd warriors were locked in a bitter struggle; the many-bodied demons surged in such numbers that even the Sunherds, born warriors that they were, could barely hold the line, and one after another their kinsmen fell, assimilated into the enemy horde.

Then, without warning, every many-bodied demon stiffened where it stood, standing blank and motionless.

In the next moment, their heads and faces began to writhe and twist at dizzying speed, as if two faces were fighting for control of the body, features flickering wildly; on some demons, the eyes would suddenly split in two, then just as suddenly merge back together—utterly bizarre. The towering Sunherds lowered their weapons one by one, at a loss, for the enemies who had been slaughtering them in a battle that darkened heaven and earth had all sunk into a peculiar state. After a while, the many-bodied demon fighting the Sunherd chieftain suddenly collapsed in on itself, dissolving into a throng of many-bodied demons.

The face of the demon at the lead changed completely, the demonic patterns on its body molting away at speed, until it became a woman dressed in translucent scale-feather garments—a figure graceful and willowy, skin fair and supple and almost transparent. The woman looked about in a daze, unaware that her scale-feathers did not even begin to cover her. "Where is this place? " Her eyes were full of doubt.

She did not speak, yet her spiritual fluctuations let everyone hear her voice and understand her meaning: "How did I end up here? " Then more many-bodied demons shifted into another form.

Like the woman, these beings wore no true garments; what covered them were flimsy wings made of scales—and not one pair, either: wings both great and small, long and short, sprouted from every part of their bodies. These were scale-feathers. Creatures bearing scale-feathers were rarely seen in the Jingping Kingdom, though strange beasts of the Ruin did grow them; but people covered in scale-feathers—no such outlandish race was to be found even in the Ruin. The scale-feathers on these beings were still shifting.

The first woman to awaken soon noticed that she was hardly dressed; her scale-feathers seemed to change color to match her mood, and one after another the scales turned over, rapidly blackening as they rippled, until she was quickly wrapped in something like a black gown that veiled her body.

The scale-feathers of the others likewise changed color to cloak themselves.

All the strange scale-feather folk looked around in bewilderment, knowing not where they were. The Sunherds on the Dawn Ark were equally baffled, unable to fathom why the many-bodied demons had undergone such a transformation.

The Sunherd chieftain offered a guess: "They must be alien races that were assimilated by the many-bodied demon god.

Now that the demon god's main consciousness is dead, the will that controlled them has scattered, and they have regained their freedom. In other words—the many-bodied demon god is dead! " The elders at his side were overjoyed.

Then, abruptly, a clattering, clanking racket sounded behind them, and they spun around. There was Shen Mu, two hands gripping the pillar, his other two hands hauling back on chains.

Those chains pierced straight through the sun, treasures used to tether it, and dragging them back was strenuous work.

The old chieftain's heart seized with anxiety. He hurried to the middle of the pillar and looked up. "Your Highness, why have you gone and hurled the sun out again? You haven't broken it, have you?

" Shen Mu lowered his gaze to those hopeful eyes and hesitated.

"Well.

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