Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 96 Killing One Wolf

And in the divine realm below.

The tentacles with eyeballs searched around, some already creeping along the ground.

I climbed up the broken log that Xinwu was leaning against.

It even climbed onto Xinwu's body and slid forward.

Xinwu discovered that those eyeballs didn't react when they scanned him. Their vision seemed to have a significant defect, actually worse than that of real eyes.

A bird descended from the morning mist and landed on the ruins not far away.

The tentacles that had been wandering around suddenly turned around, all their eyes fixed on the bird.

Is it that you can't see still objects? Or does it only react to changes in light and motion?

Xinwu had an epiphany.

He closed his eyes and mobilized the power within his body.

The dark golden flames of the heart silently spread out along the path of perception.

In a haystack some distance away from him, a fire suddenly broke out.

The flickering flames immediately distracted the tentacles. The mutated dire wolf was also drawn to the sudden burst of fire, turning its head and howling at the burning dry grass.

Right now.

Xinwu gripped the Five Weapons Sword tightly, which was wrapped in cloth.

He silently prayed to the weapon not to cause trouble at the crucial moment.

"Just this once, please, help me this once."

He leaped out from behind the stake, brandishing his longsword and slashing at the dire wolf's vitals.

However, the swinging motion of the sword was too large.

The fake eyes on the tentacles were fooled by the firelight, but the dire wolf sensed the danger coming from the side.

Its wild instincts made it react immediately, and its massive body retreated.

The longsword grazed past the wolf.

The attack missed its mark.

The dire wolf regained its footing. The tentacles on its back retracted, and dozens of eyes, along with its own beastly pupils, turned towards Xinwu.

The man and the beast were locked in a stalemate.

The mutated dire wolf was the first to break the balance.

Its intact hind leg stomped on the ground, its massive body bringing with it a foul stench, and it pressed down directly on Xinwu. The tentacles on its back spread out like a giant net, blocking its escape routes on both sides.

There is no way to avoid it.

Xinwu could only hold the cloth bag horizontally with both hands and parry upwards.

His heavy body slammed against the scabbard. The dire wolf's fangs were only inches from his nose, and foul-smelling saliva dripped onto his cheeks.

Under the immense pressure, Xinwu's knees buckled, and he slammed heavily onto the gravel ground.

After being provoked by a wild beast, the vibrations of the sword became increasingly uncontrollable.

The longsword offered no assistance whatsoever; on the contrary, it seemed to be punishing the mortal who wielded it.

The dire wolf sensed its prey's exhaustion and let out a greedy growl.

Its two tentacles wrapped around its front and stabbed towards Xinwu's back.

Xinwu abandoned the idea of ​​using strength to fight against the giant beast.

He deliberately released his left hand, and his body fell to the right as the dire wolf pressed down.

With no resistance, the dire wolf lost its balance and fell forward.

Just as the beast's head slammed heavily into the ground...

Using the momentum of his roll, Xinwu thrust his longsword, scabbard and all, straight into the dire wolf's gaping maw.

The sword was not drawn, but the immense power of something primordial was unstoppable.

The longsword pierced the dire wolf's upper jaw, directly destroying its brain.

The beast's massive body convulsed violently. The frenzied dire wolf shook its head desperately, trying to dislodge the deadly prey from its mouth. Its dying, monstrous strength sent the beast flying.

Xinwu fell into the dust several meters away and rolled several times on the ground before stopping.

In the distance, dire wolves tumbled and crashed through the ruins, breaking the remaining wooden stakes and kicking up clouds of dust. Their tentacles lashed wildly and erratically, their gray-black eyeballs bursting one after another in mid-air.

This struggle lasted for about fifteen minutes.

With a final, mournful cry, the dire wolf's body crashed heavily to the ground, and it remained motionless.

The tentacles, like withered grass devoid of nutrients, drooped limply.

But as one dire wolf died, howls of wolves echoed from the depths of the surrounding gray fog.

The surrounding dire wolves sensed the death of their companion. How could that be?

It's because of those worms!

Once the host dies, the symbiote sends out its final coordinates.

Without bothering to regain his composure, Xin Wu strode towards the corpse.

He pried open the dire wolf's abdomen with both hands and probed into its warm interior.

He grabbed a few struggling, dark red worms and stuffed them into the leather bag he carried with him.

The sound of rapid running could be heard from the fog behind us.

Getting closer.

There was more than one wolf; the entire pack was closing in.

They are furious at the death of one of their kind in broad daylight!

Xinwu hurriedly ran to the other side of the battlefield.

But two legs can't outrun one leg.

The commotion behind him was ever-present, and Xinwu could even clearly hear the sound of claws tearing through the ground.

The wolf pack is pursuing and intercepting their fearful prey.

There is no way to avoid it.

Before the distance between them is reduced to a point where they can see each other,

Xinwu lost his balance and fell to the ground.

It is a hidden deep ravine.

A layer of pale yellow liquid flowed from the bottom, and a pungent smell assaulted the senses.

Xin Wu steadied himself in the liquid.

The cuts on the trench walls are neat, clearly indicating that they were dug manually.

Is this a fortification dug by the Xinzu people, and is it filled with a unique, flowing liquid?

Just for what?

He had no time to think about it.

The heavy snorting of dire wolves could be heard from above.

The pungent, pale yellow liquid perfectly masked his body odor.

The deep underground ditch also avoids the view from the flat ground.

He pressed the leather bag containing the worms against his chest, submerged his entire body in the pungent liquid, leaving only room to breathe, and nestled against the shadows of the deep ravine.

A mutated dire wolf leaped over the ditch, sending pebbles flying that hit Xinwu on the shoulder.

Then came the second head, and the third head.

A massive body paced back and forth above. Several tentacles with eyeballs reached down along the edge of the ditch and swam aimlessly in mid-air.

The nearest tentacle was less than half a foot away from Xinwu's cheek.

You can touch that eyeball by simply raising your head slightly.

Xinwu slowed his breathing, letting the liquid soak through his clothes.

The tentacles probed in the ditch for a moment, then quickly withdrew, seemingly repelled by the pungent smell below.

The footsteps above lingered for a long time.

Finally, unable to find any clues about the intruder, they gradually dispersed into the distant fog.

After confirming that it was safe, Xin Wu straightened up.

He untied the leather pouch that was attached to his chest.

The pale yellow, pungent liquid had already seeped into the leather through the gaps.

The dark red worms inside swelled up and their movements became sluggish; their skin began to turn white.

They are dying.

Once separated from its host, the symbiote is already struggling to survive, and with the added corrosive effects of the unknown liquid, it simply cannot last long.

If we die here, this trip out of the city will have been meaningless.

Xin Wu laid the dying worm in his palm.

I must connect with them directly using my inner fire, but Jane's warning still lingers in my mind.

"He'll most likely die."

"Both Xin'an and your father Xin Zang could do it, and they have a higher chance of surviving than you."