I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1689

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Jian Changsheng couldn’t figure it out.

Why were these Demigods of the Path of the Soldier, who were just arrogant and unwilling to let him touch the sword hilt, now rushing out one after another to help him? Although their eyes still held disdain for him, their expressions were visibly grave.

Jian Changsheng seemed to realize something and silently called out to Bai Qi in his heart, ‘…Is it you?’

Bai Qi did not respond immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, he spoke faintly, “Since they cannot see the situation clearly, then I shall help them see… Although they are arrogant, they are, after all, famous generals of the past. They can discern the global situation and know right from wrong.”

“…Thank you,” Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

Using this human sword, the Ancient Vault of the Military Path, to kill the Calamity of Taboo was Bai Qi’s idea. He had also helped him fight his way here, even turning enemies into friends… Without him, Jian Changsheng alone would absolutely not have been able to achieve this.

“I am helping myself,” Bai Qi replied indifferently.

“Only by rebooting the world will I have a chance to resurrect… Do not forget, in the next world, your body is mine.”

Jian Changsheng’s hands subconsciously clenched into fists.

Yes…

This was his final battle.

According to their vow, the body of “Jian Changsheng” in the next world would belong to Bai Qi… This world was about to end, and this brief moment before the reboot was his last chance to bid farewell to everyone.

Hum—!!

Under the combined efforts of over a dozen Demigods of the Path of the Soldier, this human sword that pierced into the clouds slowly rose amidst the tremors!

A Rank 8 Jian Changsheng could never pull it out even if he died trying, but the combined power of over a dozen Demigods of the Path of the Soldier absolutely exceeded the limits of this era…

Pulling out this strongest sword of human slaughter was never the task of any single individual, but the constellation of the military path throughout the long river of human civilization.

“Don’t waste your effort here. That little bit of strength you have is completely useless,” a Demigod of the Path of the Soldier coldly snorted while looking at Jian Changsheng.

Jian Changsheng was speechless.

Just as Jian Changsheng was about to open his mouth to retort, the Demigod spoke again.

“We can pull out this sword, but we cannot clearly see where the enemy is… You go up and guide the sword body.”

“Remember, we only have one chance to strike.”

Jian Changsheng was slightly taken aback.

Amidst the violent roar, substantial black killing intent wildly surged from the giant sword’s body, churning Jian Changsheng, who was right at hand, into a bloody mess!

With this giant sword gathering human slaughter drawn from its sheath, any matter near it would be indiscriminately attacked… Even Jian Changsheng, who had received its acknowledgment, was no exception.

Even though Jian Changsheng was already at Rank 8, he could not withstand a wisp of killing intent unintentionally scattered by this human sword. If he stayed here any longer, he would eventually die as his flesh and blood were completely ground away.

Jian Changsheng didn’t dare imagine what kind of scene it would be if this sword was truly swung down.

“…I understand.”

Jian Changsheng gripped his broken sword, his figure soaring into the air like an agile swimming dragon, flying towards the section of the sword body piercing into the clouds above!

As the Ancient Vault of the Military Path slowly unsheathed, the thick clouds in the sky were cleaved in half by the scattered killing intent. The two churning seas of clouds rolled back to the sides like they had touched magma…

Even the deep frozen sea nearby was isolated by the invisible killing intent. A straight fissure traversing the sea surface madly extended into the surroundings with the rising of the giant sword!!

…

Beneath the frozen sea.

A massive, blood-drenched shadow was struggling and thrashing amidst the murky seawater.

The sharp claws of Sun Bumian’s Awakened Lion deeply pierced into the Calamity of Taboo’s back. Under the raging burning of the seven-colored flames, the Calamity of Taboo was like a prey pinned by a steel-toothed trap, bleeding while struggling to flee forward.

And in front of the Calamity of Taboo, a mutilated figure with bandages tightly wrapped around a lantern was floating up and down among the churning water currents like withered grass…

Sizzle—

With a soft sound, the left arm of the Awakened Lion piercing the Calamity of Taboo’s back erupted with a brief burst of firelight, then visibly dissipated and dimmed… gradually returning to a normal human arm.

A trace of anxiety flashed across Sun Bumian’s bloodshot pupils.

This journey of entanglement and slaughter had exhausted his thousand years of reincarnation accumulation. He could no longer maintain his Demigod rank and could only watch helplessly as he lost his power bit by bit, along with his ability to restrain the Calamity of Taboo.

Sure enough, after the Awakened Lion’s auspicious aura faded, the Calamity of Taboo gradually recovered from the pain. Originally slowly approaching the Ancient Vault of the Military Path under deliberate guidance, it suddenly reversed its direction, trying to throw off Sun Bumian from its body while fleeing away.

It seemed to have sensed some extremely dangerous aura brewing in the Ancient Vault of the Military Path!

“Just a little bit…”

“Just a little bit more to reach the Ancient Vault of the Military Path!!”

Sun Bumian watched helplessly as his strength faded and his vitality rapidly disappeared, but there was nothing he could do. An unprecedented sense of despair and powerlessness washed over his heart…

Sun Bumian didn’t know what plan Jian Changsheng had. He only knew that he and Jiang Xiaohua had exhausted everything and still couldn’t drive the Calamity of Taboo into the Ancient Vault of the Military Path. They couldn’t kill the Calamity of Taboo, and all the previous sacrifices of the Dusk Society members would be in vain.

Just as Sun Bumian was in the despair of losing all hope, Jiang Xiaohua’s reckless shout resounded through the clouds!

“—Spades!!!!!”

His messy, matted white hair danced wildly. Jiang Xiaohua, left with only half a body and one arm, seemed to have reached a dead end… But unlike Sun Bumian, he didn’t fall into despair and remorse; instead, he immediately called out Jian Changsheng’s name.

He knew he and Sun Bumian had failed, but… he believed in Jian Changsheng.

Boom—!!!

In the next second, the surrounding seawater was suddenly cleaved in two as if by an invisible aura. Under the mad retreat of two vertical walls of torrential water, a bottomless abyss was sketched out beneath the Calamity of Taboo…

Under the astonished gazes of Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua, they saw a giant sword soaring into the clouds slowly being pulled out from the Ancient Vault of the Military Path…

The clouds wildly churned, and the killing intent roared.

Above the heaven-and-earth giant sword, an armor-clad figure with black ribbons dancing wildly charged high into the sky like a swimming dragon, then suddenly hovered right above the blade’s edge…

A black divine ring of killing intent circulated behind him. He held the broken sword in his right hand and pinched a sword seal with his left, his pupils dead set on the massive, heavily injured shadow between the giant waves parted by the killing intent.

In his eyes were shock, bitterness, and monstrous killing intent!!

Just what kind of price did the Dusk Society pay to injure the Calamity of Taboo to this extent?

Jian Changsheng couldn’t see a single familiar figure of the other members. Even for Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua, this was his first time seeing them in such a wretched state…

They truly were at their wits’ end.