Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 779 - 779: Palace of Heaven, The Mysterious Figure with an Unclear Appearance_1

The Palace of Heaven, where a group of nobles had been properly settled, was heavily guarded by numerous Martial Artists. It was even personally overseen by two Martial Gods, with over a dozen Martial Sovereigns taking turns on guard duty.The number of Martial Artists of other ranks was simply too numerous to count.

Such treatment was something even the President of the Great Zhao Country had never enjoyed, yet these nobles were indulging in it.

"Those nobles are certainly something else. They look good, alright, aside from it being hard to tell the men from the women." Outside the Palace of Heaven, a Martial King sat in the security office at the entrance, chatting with several Martial Generals.

He was one of the security team leaders. The Martial Generals present were his security team members. Today, he was on duty, but he wasn't taking it too seriously.

It didn't matter how many Martial Artists were protecting the inside of the Palace of Heaven; outside, there were more guards than just his small team. Moreover, he was a dignified Martial King. Being reduced to a doorman didn't sit well with him, and his attitude wasn't great.

If it weren't for the pressure from his superiors and the additional income, he wouldn't have come at all.

"Boss, have you seen the nobles? How noble are they?" one of the Martial Generals asked curiously. They certainly weren't qualified to see them, after all, the nobles were under heavy protection.

"Well, one of their pieces of clothing is worth my annual salary," the Martial King said, stroking his chin. The thought of their situation made him even more disgruntled.

"Damn..." Upon hearing that, the nearby Martial General's eyes widened. A Martial King's annual salary was certainly not a small sum.

"Keep it down! Do you want to die?" The Martial King scowled at him, then warned, "Don't you know the higher-ups favor these nobles, practically worshiping them like ancestors? Say that again and be careful you don't get yourself killed."

"They arrested Martial Artists from two provinces, Eastern State and Qin State, and even let Alien Races in just to vent the nobles' anger! Who do you think you are to dare curse them?"

Hearing these words, the Martial Generals in the security office fell silent for a moment before someone asked, "Are the benefits really that good?"

The Martial King didn't respond. Instead, he glanced at the Palace of Heaven they were guarding behind them and silently nodded.

This was a rare, direct answer; previously, he'd always been evasive.

"Then... doesn't that mean we're not fighting for the Human Clan, but for the nobles?" someone couldn't take it anymore and asked with doubt.

If they fought for the Human Clan, they were heroes and would have no regrets even in death.

But if they were fighting for the nobles, they'd just be dogs of the powerful. If they died, they wouldn't have a good reputation; they'd just be dead dogs.

More importantly, they had no choice in the matter.

This time, no one answered, and the atmosphere in the security office grew heavy.

Seeing this, the Martial King, as the captain, spoke to ease the tension, "There's no need to be disheartened. Here, we earn in a month what we used to make in a year. Besides, we don't have to risk our lives, do we?"

The meaning was clear: since everyone knew the score, if something really happened in the future, there was absolutely no need to risk their lives. If they couldn't win, they could flee. If they couldn't flee, they could surrender. There was no need to die for the nobles.

With him taking the lead, the atmosphere gradually lightened. Everyone consciously avoided the previous topic and switched to something more relaxed and cheerful.

"Captain, look, is that a person over there?"

Suddenly, one of the Martial Generals interrupted the group's chat.

The Martial King turned to look. Indeed, there was a person approaching.

"Something's not right. I can't see them clearly," the Martial King said in a grave tone.

With his strength as a Martial King, his eyesight was naturally extremely powerful, yet he couldn't make out the person in the near distance.

The person looked like a large, constantly shifting, bizarre entity, making it impossible to clearly observe their appearance.

"Then we..." a Martial General began to ask.

"Sound the alarm," the Martial King said without hesitation.

He was here to collect a salary, not to actually risk his life for the nobles, for whom he felt no goodwill.

"Yes, boss." Hearing the command, the Martial General immediately sounded the alarm.

The piercing, shrill sound of the alarm immediately rang out, naturally alerting a large number of security forces.

Many people slowly made their way over, mostly to watch the commotion.

The vast majority shared the sentiment of this security team: earning wages was fine, but risking their lives was not.

However, the figure whose appearance was unclear moved incredibly slowly. By the time everyone had mostly assembled, it had only covered about half the distance.

"What's going on?" A Martial God also rushed over immediately.

"Martial God Qin, that person is not right," a Martial King said, pointing at the distant figure.

Qin Tian's eyes narrowed. He also couldn't make out the person's appearance. In fact, if he looked closely, all he could see was a large, chaotic mess, which surprised him.

"An Alien Race?" he muttered softly to himself, then immediately dismissed the thought. "Doesn't seem like it."

Another idea then arose in his mind: could this person be the mastermind who had instigated Wind Thunder King's invasion, destroyed the Night Guard Black Prison, and secretly fanned the flames?

As for their true objective, it was probably to overthrow the Great Zhao Country.

"You all stay here. I'll go capture it and see," Qin Tian said. As a Martial God, one of the Human Clan's strongest combatants, he felt that though this thing was strange, no matter how strong it was, it couldn't possibly be stronger than a Martial God.

If the mastermind truly possessed such strength, they wouldn't need to be so secretive.

However, as he approached the figure, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end, as if he were facing some extremely terrifying existence.

His body's instincts compelled him to stop before he got any closer.

"What... what exactly is this thing?" Watching the strange person, now only a meter away and still slowly approaching, he finally got a clear look at its features.

Its face was covered in pustules. Every movement caused some of the sores on its face to rupture, releasing green, disgusting pus.

Around its neck was a circle of strange, thumb-sized nodules of flesh.

Furthermore, its limbs, body, and other parts had numerous nauseating changes, and they could even interfere with vital energy.

"Is this a virus?" Qin Tian's expression changed drastically. He immediately retreated several steps. If not for a Martial God's potent vital energy, he would have already been infected from being so close to this strange person.

"A disease, one that can affect Martial Artists."

At this moment, Qin Tian also understood why the figure was moving so slowly. It wasn't because it wanted to, but because it simply couldn't move any faster.

He considered forming Martial Arts with his vital energy to kill it from a distance. However, this action would cause the bacteria and viruses on its body to erupt directly.

This place wasn't far from the Palace of Heaven. If even one Martial Artist was infected, it would inevitably lead to a plague.

More importantly, this thing was also effective against *him*. Essentially, it didn't target Martial Artists per se, but their vital energy. No matter how much Martial Artists tempered and strengthened their vital energy, vital energy was still vital energy; it wouldn't transform into anything else.

The disease on this strange person was a disease of vital energy, not a Martial Artist's disease.

The solution was also simple: just disperse one's vital energy completely.

However, for a Martial Artist, this was practically a death sentence.

Their entire existence was built upon vital energy as the foundation. Without vital energy, they would lose that foundation.

The stronger a Martial Artist, the more they valued their vital energy. This included their physical bodies, which also required sufficient vital energy for support. If their bodies lost a large amount of vital energy, their flesh and blood would wither.

This strange person before him was a hedgehog: couldn't be touched, couldn't be killed.

Qin Tian definitely didn't want to get himself caught up in this.

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth, turn back, and retrieve a Longbow.

Since it targeted vital energy, he wouldn't use vital energy. He'd use pure brute force to smash it into powder.

No matter how strong the bacteria and viruses, once they reached the Palace of Heaven, they'd have to abide by *their* rules.

The crowd watched Qin Tian's actions with curiosity, though every one of them was already prepared to flee at a moment's notice.

They weren't blind or stupid. Seeing Qin Tian halt and turn back indicated that even a Martial God was wary of this strange person. What right did they have to underestimate it?

SWISH!

An arrow shot out like a streak of light, accurately striking the strange person. With the strange person as the center, the area within a radius of tens of li was bombarded by this Jumbo Strength and collapsed.

Dust billowed up, and for a moment, no one could see what had happened inside. However, they were certain that, at the very least, the strange person was definitely dead.

Before everyone could even sigh in relief, they saw a wisp of green smoke curl up from within the dust cloud.

Carried by a gust of wind, it drifted towards the Palace of Heaven.

"This wind is strange! With me, everyone..." Just as Qin Tian was about to command everyone to resist it together, he found that all the people who had been surrounding them had scattered.

Anyone with eyes could see there was something wrong with that green smoke. Otherwise, why would a dignified Martial God summon them to die with him?

That's right, it was a suicide mission. How could a Martial God possibly need the help of Martial Kings and Martial Generals like them? He was clearly just short on cannon fodder. If they were too slow to run, they'd really be done for.