I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1208

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Calligraphy and Embroidery Paving the Way

Wushan Ruins.

Blinding starlight exploded from Chen Ling’s body. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his figure slowly rose into the sky…

The hems of the theatrical robe fluttered in the wind. The moment Chen Ling opened his eyes, stars lit up one after another in the firmament above Wushan Town. This starlight seemed unhindered by the haze and dark clouds. Even though the sky was gray and gloomy, they were still incredibly dazzling!

And Chen Ling stepped on the starlight, as if his figure had already connected with the starry sky.

Seeing this scene, the crowd following behind all blanked out…

“What’s the situation?” Sun Bumian looked suspiciously at Chen Ling’s back as he flew into the sky. “How did he turn into stars again…”

“I don’t know, he’s always been quite bizarre.”

Shen Nan shrugged.

Shen Nan: …

Ying Fu didn’t seem surprised that Chen Ling had suddenly grasped Lu Xun’s abilities. He just frowned at Chen Ling’s back, deep in thought about something.

At the same time, Chen Ling’s voice sounded from above:

“I’ll stabilize those shelters. I’ll leave the task of leading the charge to you.”

Ying Fu snapped out of his daze and coldly snorted. “You don’t need to remind Us what to do.”

Chen Ling’s figure flew higher and higher amidst the starlight. His gaze looked down at the small town that had already been occupied by the Bitter Flesh Forest. His Spiritual Power was continuously consumed, and the stars in the sky began to radiate starlight.

Perhaps it was Lu Xun’s poetic interpretation of starlight that gave [Starlight Sonata] an ability similar to “purification.” When the corresponding stars lit up, all existences symbolizing “evil” wherever the starlight reached would be expelled. Chen Ling could vaguely perceive that the upper limit of this ability went far beyond this, but right now, he could only exert this Rank 8 ability to this extent…

But for the current situation, it was already enough.

Chen Ling injected his Spiritual Power into the star above Lu Xun’s shelter. The radiating starlight circulated, and the Calamity roots that had originally been deeply entwined around the shelter all began to recede, carving out a pure land in this Gray World area where Calamities were madly growing.

Although he had temporarily protected one shelter, this was still far from enough. Chen Ling’s gaze fell on the other shelters being besieged by Calamities. As streaks of starlight lit up, more and more areas were swept clean. Deep within the earth, which had been dug up and left riddled with scars by the Calamities, the remnants of shelters emerged one after another…

Lu Xun and the others had indeed completely protected a Class B shelter, but there were dozens of shelters like this in Wushan Town.

Without the protection of Lu Xun and the others, the situation in the other shelters was incredibly tragic. Almost half of the shelters had been completely crushed by the entwining Calamities, and the masses hiding inside had become nutrients for the Bitter Flesh Forest. Looking around, there was nothing left but a ruin of corpses with dried bloodstains. Even if there were survivors in the remaining shelters, not even one in ten remained.

Those survivors who had experienced purgatory had already completely broken down. They hid numbly in the relatively sturdy corners of the shelters. Amidst the corpses strewn all over the ground, they stared blankly at the shining starlight overhead…

Their eyes were blurred and bewildered.

Chen Ling looked down at these numb and pained figures, sighing softly… How many survivors were left in the current Wushan Town? Fifty thousand? Thirty thousand? Chen Ling wasn’t sure, but what was certain was that the number of survivors was far lower than Sun Zhongliang’s initial expectations, sufficient to prove the tragicalness of this Bitter Flesh Forest invasion.

Starlight filled the sky, and Chen Ling’s Spiritual Power was also being madly consumed. For him right now, supporting such a massive range of starlight was still too forced.

His gaze looked toward the group of figures that sliced across the earth like a sharp knife, piercing straight toward the belly of the Bitter Flesh Forest, and muttered to himself:

“I have to go faster…”

…

“Are… are we saved?”

In a certain Class B shelter on the edge of the town, several figures staggered to their feet from the ground. They looked at the shining starlight overhead and the empty remnants around them, a flash of bewilderment in their eyes.

Those monsters seemed to have left. Although too many people had died here, they seemed to have survived…

Among them, someone bravely stood up first. Carefully stepping over the human bones that had already been sucked dry around them, they climbed toward the surface bit by bit.

With the first role model, more and more people began to try to explore upwards. After all, no one wanted to stay in this place that had just been attacked by monsters. Who knew when those monsters would return?

“Brother, what’s the situation up there??” someone shouted to the person above.

The first figure to climb onto the surface panted heavily and looked up, but the next moment, he froze violently in place as if struck by lightning…

Bizarre plants as tall as skyscrapers clung to the surrounding building remnants like aliens in a disaster movie. At first glance, it looked like a forest that made one’s scalp tingle. The flesh-like epidermis writhed in the air, as if some giant monster was breathing rhythmically.

“Mon… monsters…” Seeing this scene, that person was directly frightened silly.

He had naively thought that those Calamities had already left. Now it seemed that they had completely occupied this place as their lair, as if waiting for that annoying starlight to disappear, eyeing the dense nutrients here like a tiger watching its prey.

“What?” The people below didn’t seem to hear clearly.

Before he could say anything else, the closest Calamity branch violently lashed out, like a swift and fierce swimming dragon, wanting to tear him to pieces!

Right at this moment, the edge of the writhing, breathing forest exploded with a loud bang!!

Thud—!!

A Long Spear wreathed in purple lightning directly tore open a gap in the flesh-and-blood plants. Ying Fu, wearing a black overcoat, walked out from the swirling dust, his pair of golden pupils tinged with purple burning like a blazing sun.

“Kill.” He spoke indifferently.

Densely packed figures charged in through the gap. Some of them flew, some ran, and various Divine Pathways constantly surged from their bodies as they roared and charged toward the writhing Bitter Flesh Forest Calamities around them!

Before the survivors could recover from the destructive power of the purple Long Spear, they saw a resplendent Eastern Dragon descend from the firmament. With a light step, it crushed a ruined building completely entwined with Calamities into pieces. If someone got close and observed carefully, they would discover that this dragon was actually woven from countless fine, dense threads.

The Embroidery Thread giant dragon flew above the Calamities. Xiao Chunping on its back gently waved her hand, and countless threads were like an overwhelming curtain of rain, washing over the flesh-and-blood vines clinging to the earth and buildings.

Chancellor Han flipped his palm among the gravel, and an ash-gray “丿” stroke separated from it. He held this stroke up in the air, and more and more strokes separated from the matter in all directions, ultimately combining into a giant character that towered between heaven and earth:

—[Slash]