Doomsday Code

Chapter 934 Reconciliation

At this moment, Chen Cheng held the King's Sword. In his pseudo-god state, Chen Cheng finally sensed the core of this divine sword.

This was a sword imbued with the ultimate killing intent and sharpness of rules. After truly touching the core of the divine sword, a frenzied killing intent surged into his mind like a tidal wave.

This is the manifestation of the rules; to use it, one must bear the mental influence from the rules of killing.

At the same time, Chen Cheng also discovered a special bloodline sensing rule within the sword, which explains why he was able to use part of the power of this divine weapon when he was just an ordinary gold-level warrior.

However, now that he has touched the core of this divine artifact, he can unleash its full power, but correspondingly, the price he needs to pay is also greater.

Furthermore, this cost is based on the rules and is irreversible.

For example, right now, his mind is filled with the desire to kill. This desire is constantly eroding his original rationality, and the part that has already been eroded is irreversible.

If this goes on for too long, his mind and spirit will be completely controlled by the divine weapon in his hand, and he will become a monster who only knows how to kill.

Unless one is also a practitioner of the path of killing, such a person using this divine weapon can largely negate the influence of this rule.

The price of the King's Sword is relatively small; many divine weapons, when used by unsuitable individuals, often result in the user's immediate death.

Gripping the King's Sword tightly, Chen Cheng's eyes were filled with a blood-red killing intent. He then leaped up and swung the sword at Ge Long.

When Ge Long sensed that familiar killing intent and saw the sword in Chen Cheng's hand, she immediately retreated, and at the same time, a flute appeared in her hand.

She placed the flute on her lips, and instantly a captivating melody was played.

The phrase "heart-stirring" here is not an adjective, but a very objective description.

As the flute music reached his ears, Chen Cheng felt as if his mind was being gripped by a large hand, and the force of that hand was growing stronger and stronger.

The mental state that had been affected by the King's Sword was now much weaker.

It was precisely this moment of mental distraction that allowed Ge Long to successfully dodge his sword strike.

Although it didn't kill Ge Long, the sword's edge left a huge ravine dozens of miles long in the forest.

Once he regained consciousness, Chen Cheng quickly withdrew his power from the sword in his hand.

Fortunately, this King's Sword is the heirloom of the imperial family, and the special bloodline rules on it prevented him from being completely affected by this sword.

Looking at the sword in his hand and the enormous ravine in front of him that seemed to stretch endlessly, Chen Cheng let out a long sigh.

"I almost got caught. It seems I can't be too overconfident."

Chen Cheng had just wanted to test the power of the artifact, but he almost messed things up.

For now, he should treat it as an ordinary weapon, only utilizing its sharp rules.

Meanwhile, Ge Long, who had dodged the attack, was also in a bad situation. The flute she had just taken out was also a divine artifact, and an extremely rare spiritual artifact at that.

Fortunately, the flute was perfectly suited to her power; otherwise, the piece she had just played would have left anyone else mentally exhausted and a mindless zombie.

Of course, if one doesn't fully utilize the power of the artifact's rules, the worst that can happen is mental exhaustion.

Putting away her flute, Ge Long looked at Chen Cheng and the sword in his hand with her beautiful eyes.

Then she took a little blood from her tail and used her hand to dab some of the blood she had left on Chen Cheng's hand earlier, then smelled it under her nose and licked it with her tongue.

"Are you Lyca's father? Your bloodline is even purer than his."

There's really not a good way to respond to what Ge Long said.

What she meant was that the drinks are mixed together, and the purer the liquid is, the further back you go from the source, right?

"Are you out of your mind, woman? Didn't I make it clear to you before?"

"It's been a thousand years now, do you think I'm his father?"

Chen Cheng was almost amused by Ge Long's words.

But Ge Long looked at himself and then said:

"What you said isn't entirely impossible."

Seeing her actions, Chen Cheng finally understood why she had called them liars.

"Big sister, please use your brain. Getting older doesn't necessarily mean you'll be taller. Haven't you studied physiology? To determine if you've grown up, you don't judge by height, but by other secondary and tertiary sexual characteristics."

Chen Cheng figured it out: the dragon hadn't noticed it had grown taller, so it thought not much time had passed, which was why it said the bull had deceived it.

Actually, you can tell by looking up.

Nine suns—in a world where a complete understanding of time hasn't been established, any sun capable of determining time would be abnormal. Moreover, she's a dragon with a long lifespan; it's no wonder she senses time incorrectly.

After the explanation was made clear, an embarrassed look finally appeared on Ge Long's usually cold face.

"So that really means a thousand years have passed. May I ask how the Dragon Clan is doing now?"

Upon hearing Ge Long's question, Chen Cheng waved his hand and said:

"The dragons live much more carefree lives than we do."

However, Ge Long frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied with Chen Cheng's answer.

"Why are you frowning? Do you have a grudge against the dragons and want them to suffer?"

Ge Long shook his head and said:

"That's not how it is. Your ancestor, Lyca, promised me that he would help our dragon race reproduce."

Hearing Ge Long's serious expression, Chen Cheng couldn't help but scrutinize her and said:

"What do you mean by that? He's a human and you're a dragon. He wants to help the dragons reproduce. Does that mean he promised to be with you?"

"Please do not judge a pure dragon god with your base desire for reproduction."

Ge Long retorted with the same words Chen Cheng had used earlier.

Then Ge Long continued:

"You should be his direct descendant, but why are you here? Do you want to solve the Abyss?"

"But it seems you're not strong enough to do that, and a thousand years have passed; that creature from the Abyss is about to awaken. You should go back and gather more legendary-level beings."

However, Chen Cheng knows his own family best, and Ge Long's statement that there is no way doesn't necessarily mean there really is no way.

They were very strong, Chen Cheng admitted, but when it came to understanding god-level beings, Chen Cheng believed that he was far superior to them.

The thought of a god is merely the thought of a deity after death; he is like a rootless duckweed.

It is impossible for it to exist alone for such a long time.

To maintain the existence of a god-like intelligent entity, what is needed is the power of spiritual faith.

This is just like when he used the Divine Realm to summon the closed-eyed phantom of a god before. That was just a half-baked amateur. He could only throw a few punches before the thousands of elite Great Wall soldiers couldn't withstand the mental strain.

Not to mention the spiritual energy required for a true divine thought to exist for thousands of years.

The majority of the faith power outside belongs to the God of Light, so the power that this god can obtain through mere thought is extremely limited.

After entering this new world, Chen Cheng initially thought that the power of faith that the god had been cultivating might have come from this new world. However, after it was proven to be a fake world, Chen Cheng no longer believed that there could be many people in this world.

The spiritual power of this world can at most satisfy his basic needs for existence; it is impossible for him to have the power to cause so many undead disasters outside.