LRAB Chapter 220 Buddha View: 1 bowl of water, 84,000 insects
Chapter 220 Buddha View: 1 bowl of water, 84,000 insects
Chapter 220 A Buddha's View of a Bowl of Water Contains 84,000 Insects
The Styx worms began their work, extending their tentacles. Some of them tied themselves to the half-submerged stone statue, while others dug into the seabed mud and sand.
As they dug, they pulled the stone statue upwards.
With the combined efforts of numerous Styx worm aggregates, the small horned stone statue gradually loosened, and was eventually pulled out of the seabed mud by its tentacles.
"Okay, move it to Base One in the Pacific Ocean."
To avoid being discovered, Modi instructed the Styx Worms to either build their nests underground or in the deep sea.
Pacific Ocean Base No. 1 is the closest base to Izu Oshima.
The Styx worm army began to move, dragging a stone statue behind them.
Meanwhile, at Izu Pacific Paradise, the Blood God Child, who came to search for the ancient well, was not so lucky and instead encountered an uninvited guest.
"Oh, so you're the singularity that was born this time?"
This was a girl dressed like a delinquent, dressed entirely in black. She wore a cloak and a hood, leaned against a fire hydrant, and casually looked at Modi.
"Singularity?" Mordy pondered the word, his gaze sweeping up the girl and lingering for a moment on her unremarkable features.
How should I put it? She has a kind of rebellious, teenage girl beauty.
Thinking of the broom girl he'd encountered before, a deep look crossed his face as he asked, "Is your organization perhaps Old London's Union Jack? Otherwise, why would you be so fond of using child labor?"
During the Victorian era, the morally bankrupt British had a penchant for this kind of thing. Looking at the previous broom girl and this time the little delinquent girl, they were basically unremarkable and suspected of being child laborers.
The gray-haired girl's expression froze, her flippant demeanor instantly crumbling as she flew into a rage.
"You're the child laborer! I'm an adult!"
"Oh, you're an adult now." Modi looked at her with a hint of pity. "I can tell you had a miserable childhood where you never had enough to eat."
The girl's expression turned even uglier, her entire face obscured by shadows.
From her perspective, cheerful comments flashed by.
[Happy, people are calling you a child again], [AA Saria], [Saria, don't be too sad, being small is cute too]...
"Say that again?!"
She practically screamed the words, "Who are you calling a steel plate? Who are you calling an A?"
"Hey, someone's taking this personally."
Modi naturally wouldn't let this opportunity to mock him slip by. He intended to continue to undermine his opponent's morale, but the girl opposite him got so angry that she punched and smashed the fire hydrant.
The water gushed out and was quickly evaporated by the high temperature that seemed to come from nowhere, forming hot water vapor that spread out.
Water vapor condenses into tiny droplets in the air, forming a white mist that covers the surroundings and obscures the view.
Modi was not frightened by this turn of events. Although he was shrouded in white mist and could not see the girl, he had not only developed ordinary visual senses to get to where he was today.
Thermal imaging, ultrasound, magnetic fields, and even spiritual awareness and intuition are all means of perception he can use.
"You are... here."
Blood flowed out of his body, transforming into the shape of Yuan Tu, which he grasped with his backhand and swung out.
The sword's edge flashed with a bloody light, sweeping across the empty air, and somehow it took away a trace of blood from there.
At the same time, the terrifyingly high temperature was conducted to the blade, causing a piece of the weapon to char.
The heat traveled from the hilt of the sword to Modi's hand, which startled him.
"Such a high temperature." He glanced down and saw a piece of skin stuck to the hilt of the sword on his palm.
The light in the open space swept by the Yuan army was also distorted.
The gray-haired girl emerged from the distorted light, clutching her left arm, on which lay a deep bloodstain.
"Tch, can't it heal naturally?" The girl scoffed and simply covered the wound with her right hand.
In the blink of an eye, the high temperature charred the wound, and the girl not only felt no pain, but instead showed a pleasant expression.
It seems that for her, being roasted in high temperatures is a kind of enjoyment.
"You're a submissive, aren't you afraid of infection after the burns?"
Modi raised an eyebrow and asked, "I'm getting more and more curious about your origins. Can you tell me?"
"You don't know?" the girl asked back, her reaction taking him by surprise.
"What should I know?"
"If you don't know, then how... never mind, I don't care about this or that. In short, my mission is to kill you. Be prepared to die."
The gray-haired girl shook her head, and purple flames ignited around her.
She's not good at thinking, but she's good at fighting.
【Saria, please use Flame Fist on him, just for our own good】
【war!】
【Frog, Shalia, the Goddess of War, we love you!】
Ignoring the barrage of comments that flashed by, Sharia turned the comment transparency to the highest level.
"My name is Saria, from the Singularity 'Blood Demon.' Remember my name."
Her figure twisted again and merged into the white mist.
Modi noted down her name and secretly began to speculate about her abilities.
"Flames, invisibility? No, high temperature, that's the key to her ability."
The thermal imaging could no longer discern her figure, but his spiritual sense and intuition were still at work.
Modi kept his gaze fixed on her aura, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.
He felt like every breath of air was burning him, his whole body was on the verge of dehydration, and even his bones were about to carbonize.
"Is her ability really only related to high temperatures, or is it...?"
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With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath of the scorching air and coughed out a cloud of black smoke.
Red dragon blood flowed through his veins, and red dragon scales emerged from under his skin. In the blink of an eye, he had completed his semi-red dragon transformation.
"What exactly are you?"
A fist engulfed in flames arrived first, followed by the sound.
The dragon-scaled hand firmly grasped the fist, and Mordy thrust out his sword, calmly replying, "Just a passing Knight of the Round Table."
A hand powerful enough to melt gold and iron reached out and grasped the blade of Yuan Tu's sword. The high temperature was conducted to the sword, causing it to melt rapidly.
Modi felt no discomfort through the dragon scales, but the Yuan Tu he had temporarily conjured had already turned into blood mist.
He nonchalantly loosened his grip on the melting sword hilt, his left hand tightly gripping Saria's fist, while his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed it towards her face.
A layer of ice shield appeared without warning, blocking the path of his punch.
Although it only blocked her for a short while, that was enough time for Sharia to turn her head and dodge.
Modi frowned slightly. His left side had been frozen solid, and a chill was continuously seeping into his body.
The rapid alternation between cold and heat made the scales on his frozen left arm extremely fragile; they shattered at the slightest tap.
"I see."
He dodged a beam of heat to the side, his body temperature dropping lower and lower until even his eyelashes were covered in frost.
Despite this, he remained calm, his eyes fixed on Saria, who had revealed her figure.
"It's unbelievable. An ordinary person, no, even someone from a singularity, should have turned to carbon long ago, but you're perfectly fine. What a freakish body. When your autopsy report comes out, there probably won't be a single carbon element in your body," Sharia laughed.
This was the first time she had encountered such a formidable enemy.
In the first few rounds alone, she burned a lot of faith power, but apart from forcing out the opponent's second form, she did not achieve much.
Burning his internal organs, freezing his breath to cause suffocation, freezing the blood in his vital parts... all conventional methods were ineffective against him. Sharia almost began to doubt whether the enemy in front of her had no internal organs at all.
On the contrary, the rapid cooling after the rapid heating was somewhat effective, destroying the scales on one of the opponent's arms.
"If I'm not a carbon-based life form, am I some kind of Cybertronian?"
Modi loosened his muscles, making a series of cracking sounds; the current temperature was just right for him.
The two exchanged a glance and threw punches simultaneously.
Fists rained down, each punch as precise as a bullet.
Extremely low temperatures seem to have little effect on him; he can withstand both high and low temperatures. If you told me this guy was a Cybertronian, I would absolutely believe it.
Saria gritted her teeth and desperately burned her faith power.
At this moment, she no longer cared about wasting or not, because she was receiving a large amount of faith power every moment.
This brutal, hand-to-hand combat attracted a large audience to her, with a huge number of viewers giving her their faith every minute and every second. Judging from her current energy expenditure, she could fight for an entire day.
As expected, there are many bloodthirsty viewers in the audience. Since that's the case, I'll play a big game with you.
As her faith burned brighter, her control over temperature became increasingly adept.
Alternating between extreme heat and sudden cold, each punch she landed left cracks on her opponent's body.
The temperature difference widened rapidly until the final punch was thrown, and a crisp sound suddenly rang out in the arena.
Saria's eyes sharpened, and she retreated rapidly, creating distance between herself and her opponent.
As she expected, her opponent was covered in radiating cracks, almost tearing him into tiny pieces.
The huge temperature difference between different parts of the enemy's body is enough to generate intense thermal stress within it, causing it to disintegrate.
Saria looked at him expectantly, as if she could already see his fate in her eyes.
"Temperature shock? This is your limit?" Mordy looked down at his body. To be precise, he could no longer see, because his eyeballs were on the verge of shattering.
Now, he relies entirely on his spiritual sense to observe.
"Have you ever heard a saying?" he said out of the blue.
Salia frowned, sensing that things weren't so simple.
"The Buddha observed 84,000 insects in a bowl of water."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body disintegrated into a cloud of blood mist.
Before Salia could figure out what he meant, the blood mist suddenly condensed, revealing the opponent's figure again.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and the next moment, she felt her blood flow out of control.
"Your temperature manipulation is still at the macro level. You can't kill me until you reach the nanoscale."
As Saria's consciousness gradually faded, in her dying moments, she saw a large patch of blood mist gushing from her skin, exactly the same as the patch from before.
So, this is his true life form... at least a nanometer-sized insect?
The gray-haired girl's body completely dissolved, leaving only a cloud of blood mist floating in the air.
The blood mist rapidly coalesced, transforming into tiny insects the size of flies, about the same size as the probes Modi had left behind some time ago.
With samples collected from the girl's body, these insects merged into Modi's body.
Suddenly, he froze.
"Hmm? These samples, nothing special about them?"
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