Chapter 66: Storage Device

Chen Ling seemed to understand what this ancient military-path treasury was all about.

The enforcers on the ship had mentioned that the ancient divine-path treasuries were the embodiment of 'divinity' in the human world, containing all the accumulated knowledge and experience humanity had gathered along a certain path over tens of thousands of years.

Initially, Chen Ling didn't fully grasp the concept, but the current scene suddenly reminded him of a term from the previous era—

A memory bank.

The ancient military-path treasury seemed like a super memory bank, gathering all of humanity's 'wars' and 'slaughter' throughout history. It manifested and refreshed them according to a certain logic, and the trial area they were in was likely the peripheral region of this memory bank.

This 'Ten-Man Gully' before them seemed to preserve a segment of war history. It would activate as soon as someone entered its range, and the killing-intent projections within would automatically reset upon departure.

No wonder the enforcers told them to act within their capabilities. In this mode, as long as the participating enforcers didn't actively seek death, they could ensure their safety by running away immediately if they felt outmatched. It was perfectly suited for training novices like them.

Chen Ling stepped into the gully once more. This time, he didn't retreat but walked straight towards the ten figures.

“It’s that Qin army lackey! Kill him!!”

The ten soldiers roared, charging rapidly at Chen Ling with their long spears. In this narrow terrain, there was no option but to confront them head-on.

The blood-stained spear tips cut through the air but didn't touch Chen Ling's body. The flash of crimson gracefully dodged the spear's trajectory, covering several steps in the blink of an eye, and a gleaming dagger sliced across the throat of the first soldier.

Immediately after, three spears whistled as they thrust forward!

These soldiers were unlike the riffraff from Ice Spring Street. They were clearly well-trained; their coordination and attack angles were exceptionally cunning.

Chen Ling, clutching his dagger, retreated continuously within the gully, evading the frenzied thrusts of the spears. At the same time, he pushed off the nearby wall with his foot!

He leaped into the air, soaring directly over the wall of spears, and landed like a ghost in the center of the group.

The hem of his performance robe swept in an arc, and a flash of pristine white instantly claimed three lives. In such close quarters, the dagger's agility far surpassed that of the spears. The soldiers couldn't react in time and fell one after another.

In just a brief exchange, Chen Ling had killed four men.

He looked back at the bodies lying in pools of blood, an indescribable feeling in his heart... He didn't know how he had done it. That move, where he used the wall to leap into the air and then cut down his opponents, felt entirely like combat instinct. He hadn't thought at all in that moment.

It was as if... he instinctively knew the most efficient way to kill.

After successively slaying four soldiers, Chen Ling watched as their bodies transformed into black mist, flowing into him. At the same time, an inexplicable craving surged in his mind.

This feeling was hard to describe, like walking out of a gangster movie, unconsciously straightening one's back, eyes defiant, an inexplicable confidence making everyone else seem like a small-time nobody.

Under the baptism of killing intent, his soul yearned for more intense combat, for more blood and fire.

A fierce glint flickered in Chen Ling's eyes. Without hesitation, he struck again, charging towards the remaining six soldiers!

A flash of crimson danced among the soldiers. Under Chen Ling's agility, the advantage of long weapons vanished entirely. The six soldiers fought and retreated within the gully, utterly unable to withstand the dagger's cunning attack angles.

Finally, under Chen Ling's ferocious onslaught, their coordination faltered. As the first figure was struck down, more and more figures fell one after another.

Blood soaked the ground, and chilling killing intent permeated the entire gully, then was completely absorbed by the crimson-clad figure.

“Lackey... may you die a terrible death...”

Chen Ling's dagger pierced the chest of the last soldier. The soldier’s blood-red eyes stared fixedly at him, blood gushing from his throat, until he finished speaking those words, then collapsed into a pool of blood.

The last wisp of killing intent burrowed into Chen Ling. He looked down at the corpses strewn on the ground and mused aloud,

“Qin army lackeys... I wonder which war this projection is from?”

Chen Ling didn't know much about history and wasn't interested in learning. For him, stealing the foundation of the Military God Path as quickly as possible was the priority.

Just as he was about to leave the gully, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble!

In the sky above the ancient military-path treasury, clouds churned. The gigantic black sword, which pierced through heaven and earth, slowly revealed its true form from within the mist. In the unreachable firmament, a faint light shimmered from the end of its hilt. There, a dark red gem shone like a star!

At this moment, Chen Ling felt the killing intent within him begin to boil. It was as if something unseen had locked onto him.

Wait...

Why did this feeling seem so familiar?

As Chen Ling stood bewildered, a black ribbon extended from the gem on the sword's hilt, snaking through the clouds like a swimming serpent and flying directly towards him!

Meanwhile, in other areas of the ancient military-path treasury.

“Useless! So many of you, can’t even deal with three killing-intent projections?!”

In a small gully, seven enforcers, awkwardly wielding swords and blades, were steadily pushed back by the attacks of three armored soldiers.

Yan Xicai and Pu Wen stood outside the gully, watching the strenuous battle, and couldn't help but curse,

“Seven of you can't even defeat three? How have you been enforcers these past few years??”

The seven enforcers inside the gully were on the verge of tears.

They had indeed been enforcers in Aurora City for three years, but in this day and age, enforcers carried firearms. Practicing marksmanship was infinitely more useful than close-quarters combat. How many people still studied close-quarters cold weapon combat?

But unfortunately... their firearms had been stolen by the Usurpers of Fire.

Without guns, they could only pick up cold weapons from their surroundings to fight. But when it came to close combat, how could they, who had barely wielded swords or blades, fight against battle-hardened soldiers from human history?

Thus, even though they found a gully with only three killing-intent projections, they were still being suppressed despite their full-force assault... which made Yan Xicai, standing by, furiously stomp his foot.

“Brother Pu, please intervene quickly... If I watch any longer, I’m afraid I’ll lose my temper and eliminate all these useless people myself,” Yan Xicai said to Pu Wen beside him, suppressing his rage.

Pu Wen nodded, reached into his sleeve, and a sheet of Xuan paper reappeared in his palm.

“Still,” he murmured to the three soldiers.

As the character for “Still” disappeared from the Xuan paper, the three armored soldiers simultaneously froze in place. The other enforcers finally breathed a sigh of relief and, with their swords and blades, hacked away at them.