paranoianovel Chapter 1589 813: Unfinished Creation_3
Chapter 1589 813: Unfinished Creation_3
To succeed, one must give up all illusions and execute the association's plan at all costs—every one of them is expendable, none indispensable, except for one truly irreplaceable person in the entire team, and that is their leader, Jiang Tongguang!
Everything they did was to ensure Jiang Tongguang could truly stand before Bei Gong, bringing him within ten steps of Bei Gong.
But how long is this road, really?
Can they truly win?
In the endless torment, the moment this thought surfaced in Ji Jue's mind, he was already horrified, almost paralyzed—unconsciously, his determination began to waver, and he even subjectively started emphasizing the terror and strength of the Craftsman Grandmaster to himself!
Even when he once faced Jian Yuan, as an apprentice, he dared to risk his life in battle, without any hesitation. But now, he actually begins to waver, considering the odds of success and his own value?
Deterioration!
The deterioration continues, even becoming stronger and more difficult to detect, subtly infiltrating his consciousness, shaking his determination, wearing down his sharpness!
No, is this Zhi Fu or Weiyang?!
Completely incomprehensible.
But he was already a master, could it be that the distance to the realm of a Grandmaster is still so far?
In the past, the strongest craftsman below a Grandmaster at the bell tower, Li Lin, once reached the realm of the Dragon, yet could not be titled a Grandmaster. In contrast, the Plowsmith, upon achieving Heavenly People, grasped this crown. Is the gap in talent truly so vast? Is the cruelty of the Embers of Cruelty really this severe?
In this light, it seems Zhi Fu is more generous...
Confusion, horror, hesitation, and bewilderment constantly surfaced in his heart, causing him to gradually lose his composure, unable to hold himself together. Chun Jun's constant sword sound pierced through his soul, finally waking him up, making him sense a bone-chilling cold transmitted by Wolf Perception!
It's like falling into an ice cave!
Ji Jue suddenly opened his mouth, shouting aloud.
Before his words were finished, a crack appeared on his face, followed by the limbs and torso, straight cracks expanding, and a sharp blade appearing out of thin air in the void lightly skimmed past his neck...vanishing without a trace.
Then came the second, third, fourth...
Everyone in the entire team was instantly shattered into pieces!
The sound of tearing paper echoed, pages turning to ashes in Jiang Tongguang's hand, as if erasing the future plot, pulling everyone back from their astonishment.
This time, it was only back by one second!
One second was enough for everyone to react to what happened, holding their breath, focusing all their concentration. And once again, Ji Jue rushed to the forefront, his hair standing on end, dodging suddenly.
A sword blade appeared without warning in the void, skimming past his neck like a hot knife cutting through wax, breaking through layers of defense, ending everything, only...one line away.
Under Wolf Perception, every malice was fully revealed.
A seemingly destined death brushed past.
"Hmm?"
A puzzled voice came from the darkness, the silhouette holding the sword vaguely appearing, that young face slightly raising as if surprised.
Dodged, after all?
In his hand, a 'weapon' existing in between existence and nonexistence, difficult to determine if it even existed, appeared for a moment.
No beginning, no end, invisible, formless, only appearing at the moment of action on the enemy's vital points, bringing about inevitable destruction, the Heavenly Artisan·[Beginning and End Sword]!
But now, the key was no longer that Heavenly Artisan, but the person holding it.
Everyone instinctively widened their eyes, forgetting to breathe.
--You Sui You Sui Craftsman·Sad Craftsman!!!
Upon realizing this, Jiang Tongguang instinctively trembled but forcibly restrained himself, focusing all his attention on the enemy ahead.
Something's wrong!
Like a youth, a craftsman stepped out from the darkness, gazing at the intruders, without any anger or displeasure, instead full of regret and pity.
Looking down from on high at ignorant fools.
That disgusting expression was indeed Sad Craftsman, but when was Sad Craftsman this young?
Then a weathered middle-aged man appeared from behind the youth, unarmed, his eyes filled with fatigue and emptiness, surrounded by countless illusions.
Last to appear was a hunchbacked elder, seemingly at death's door, yet just by existing, it seemed to revitalize and rebirth the entire workshop!
Youth, middle age, old age, three distinct figures, bearing the exact same aura.
Three Sad Craftsmen!
That wasn't the full Sad Craftsman, rather, not the complete Sad Craftsman...
Tapping into his own history and records, using his life's events as material, recreating from the past, gathering three reflections.
Shadows of Sad Craftsman!
Compared to the Sad Craftsman himself, these three reflections were merely puppets endowed with tasks and duties, serving as the last line of defense for the workshop.
In a moment of shock and hesitation, Ji Jue finally reacted, sighing in relief.
The good news was that they were just reflections after all, still within understandable boundaries, possessing health bars, and killable!
As for the bad news, only one...
Can't beat them!
A minute later, the sound of tearing paper was heard!
Soon, the second tear of paper was heard, and then, a third...