I'm not a drama god

"He succeeded."

On the deserted muddy road, many members of the Dusk Club were surprised to see the embroidery world falling from the sky, and Plum Blossom 8 felt the growing spiritual power in his body, with reverence and joy in his eyes.

"I never thought that I would actually witness the birth of a demigod this time."

"...Yeah, that's really uncommon."

"If he fights against Wuji Jun, who will win?"

"As far as I can remember, battles between demigods are rare, let alone a battle between Jiu Jun and a Shinto demigod." Bai Ye seemed to be thinking, "In theory, these two are of the same level, and their combat power is comparable."

"But now, Wuji Jun should not be in his complete form, right?"

"Well, but the current chief should also..." Bai Ye pondered for a moment and did not continue, "In short, it is hard to say who will win and who will lose between these two."

"By the way, the battle of demigods has already begun, why haven't the leaders of our Twilight Society arrived yet?" Jian Changsheng asked in confusion.

"Didn't we have the King of Clubs to keep the peace in the Aurora Realm before? This time, it won't be up to just a few of us to complete the recovery of the Nine Lords, right?"

Everyone looked at each other and indeed felt strange.

"Perhaps the top management has other plans?"

"Let the higher-ups worry about these things... Let's find a place to stay first."

"Chen Ling, Chen Ling?"

Chu Muyun's call suddenly woke Chen Ling up.

At this moment, Chen Ling had not yet come out of Yao Qing's perspective. He had just experienced the entire process of climbing the stairs, and had also felt the earth-shaking battle between Yao Qing and Wuji Jun... But perhaps because of the west wall, he did not get into it and did not feel Yao Qing's emotional changes.

From beginning to end, he was just a "spectator".

But even so, the shock of personally experiencing the ascent of the stairs to attain enlightenment still took him a long time to calm down.

"...I'm fine, let's go." Chen Ling tried his best to ignore the chaotic battle between gods and continued to move forward with the crowd.

Not long after they walked along the muddy road, the ground began to tremble slightly!

Buzz buzz—!

Chen Ling's face changed, and he subconsciously looked in a certain direction. Judging from the amplitude of the earth's shaking, a large group of something was approaching here.

"Hide first."

The J of Clubs immediately took off his magic hat and waved it gently. Everyone disappeared in the air, leaving only a hat floating alone on the ground.

Buzzing--! ! !

The shaking of the earth became stronger and stronger, and dust flew up in the distance.

A strange humanoid silver army trampled on the withered mountains, forests and villages, sweeping across the earth like an unstoppable silver wave.

As they moved, a large number of bloody footprints were left on the ground. Most of their bodies were covered with scarlet blood, or broken intestines and blood clots. These things were naturally not theirs... but traces left by the crazy massacre on the way here.

The moment they appeared, a strong smell of blood filled the air. I wonder how many people they had to kill to have such an effect.

These silver monsters have no eyes, but they seem to be able to see the surrounding environment clearly. Their slender and smooth "heads" swept across the Western Zhou Dynasty, and after not finding any signs of life, they dispersed with a roar and continued to search in all directions to the west.

The black magic hat lay upside down on the ground, and in the chaos of flying dust, it was stepped on five times by several silver monsters, becoming wrinkled.

The silver army gradually went away. After an unknown amount of time, the black magic hat began to tremble slightly.

Chen Ling, Chu Muyun, 9 of Hearts and others jumped out one after another, and finally J of Clubs returned, picked up the tattered and bloodstained hat from the ground, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

"…This is my favorite hat." He gritted his teeth and said.

"It's okay, it can be used again after washing." Jian Changsheng patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"It seems that Wuji is not sure he can beat the Chief... so he has a backup plan." Block 10 said thoughtfully, "He wants to collect enough souls as soon as possible to refine more Philosopher's Stones?"

"That should be it. Without the Philosopher's Stone, he will never be able to exert his full combat power. On the surface, it is the Chief who is holding back Lord Wuji, but Lord Wuji is also holding back the Chief..."

"Although these silver monsters are not of high rank, they are numerous and fast, and are indeed the best harvesting machines."

As everyone was talking, Chen Ling noticed that only the 8 of Clubs did not participate.

He frowned as he looked at the bloody footprints left by the Silver Legion. He then looked slowly in the direction from which the Silver Legion had attacked...

There, is the outline of a devastated village.

The Eight of Clubs subconsciously swung his legs and walked towards that place.

Inky clouds rolled in the sky, and drizzle passed by the world. Chen Ling looked at the figure of Plum Blossom 8 gradually going away, and after hesitating for a moment, he followed it.

Moving forward along the muddy road, the traces of blood became increasingly dense, and the dense footsteps were like a chaotic spider web, covering the ground.

As the two moved forward, some things gradually appeared in their sight.

The mutilated bodies were stuck in the mud in all directions. More than a dozen heads, filled with fear and despair, were scattered in pools of blood. The blood-stained hair coagulated into clumps, swaying stiffly with the dancing drizzle. The strong stench of blood suddenly drilled into the noses of the two men like a poisonous snake!

Most of the people on the ground were wearing the clothes of town residents, coarse linen clothes, and some were carrying packages on their backs, like refugees fleeing from distant villages... There were old and young among them, and there were also babies still in swaddling clothes, but now the bodies of the babies were also cut in half, like a piece of bloody silkworm chrysalis broken on the ground.

Chen Ling's brows furrowed tightly.

His eyes swept over the messy bloody footprints on the ground. Judging from the traces, this group of refugees must have encountered the Silver Legion coming from the border while fleeing. The entire family of about twelve people, including young and old, relatives and friends, were killed without any power to resist, and no one could even escape a few steps.

Looking further ahead, a charred village stood on the wasteland, as if it had just experienced a fire that ruthlessly engulfed everything.

Plum Blossom 8 stared at this scene blankly, his face gradually turning pale. He seemed to recall some bad memories, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably...

"...8 of Clubs?" Chen Ling noticed his abnormality and called out softly.

Plum Blossom 8 seemed not to hear his voice, but just stood there like a sculpture, a few withered yellow leaves swirling in the breeze, guiding his gaze, lightly looking towards the edge of the charred village.

The 8 of Clubs seemed to have discovered something, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he took a stiff step and walked towards that place...

It looked like the ruins of a collapsed courtyard.

There was hardly any intact item in the ruins. Everything was burnt black in the fire. The Eight of Plums came to a messy broken wall and moved the rubble piece by piece with his hands...

In the drizzle, a girl's burnt body appeared before him.