nyslfriends Chapter 138 Clearing out those who snatched people from the mouth
Chapter 138 Clearing out those who snatched people from the mouth
The gold page was still pressing down.
Ash was falling little by little from the edge of the fire.
Before the ashes even hit the ground, they transformed into fine knives.
One by one.
They were all aiming for the main peak of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Just as the group of soldiers who had abandoned their plans on the mountainside regained their footing, more people fell victim to their attack. A pig demon was struck on the shoulder, and his entire arm split open on the spot. Instead of blood, the wound contained sections of deleted text.
"Damn it, they even chase after us to finish us off." Pigsy swung his nine-toothed rake, smashing the flying paper knives into pieces. "Strategist, we can't cut all of these."
Chen Fan stared at the crack in the sky and didn't respond to that question.
The broken pen tip in his hand was still hot.
It's not just random hot ironing.
It's like jumping, as if reminding you of the direction.
The gray-robed scholar stood at the back, looked up for a long time, and suddenly said, "The sword formation did not originate from the golden pages."
Sun Wukong tilted his head: "Explain yourself more clearly."
"The golden page is the order, not the root." The gray-robed sutra-reading man's voice was deep. "The chief scribe hasn't actually come down yet. He's still clearing out the outposts. That's where the chief scribe is taking office. All these orders outside are issued remotely."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
He noticed it too.
They were only focused on blocking, destroying the surface. The true source of the blade formation remained untouched. As long as the retreat point remains open, Huaguo Mountain can hold off one wave today, but another will come.
Defense is useless.
You have to strangle him directly.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed at the golden page in the sky: "Brother Monkey, knock it down."
Sun Wukong grinned, kicked off with his foot, and shot off.
He swung the golden cudgel in a wide arc, aiming a blow right at the center of the golden page.
boom!
The gold leaf was immediately broken in two.
Flames scattered.
Just as the demons on the mountain were about to shout, three new pages emerged from the crack, each one thicker than the last, as if they had been prepared in advance.
Zhu Bajie's lips twitched: "This old dog is truly shameless."
"So we're not printing any more pages." Chen Fan turned and left. "Going to the clearance counter."
The white dragon was taken aback: "Now?"
"Now," Chen Fan said quickly, "If we slow down any further, there's no point in holding out on the mountain. The roots are over there; we need to cut them off first."
Sun Wukong landed from mid-air, hoisting his golden cudgel onto his shoulder: "I'm going too."
"You have no choice but to go." Chen Fan glanced at him. "This time it's not about breaking up the formation, it's about snatching people away."
"Snatch them?" Nezha had just landed on the stone platform, his Wind-Fire Wheels not yet fully stopped. "Are there still survivors inside?"
The gray-robed sutra-observing man nodded: "Yes. The cleanup doesn't just involve recycling scrap characters. Many agents, executive tools, and incomplete templates that haven't been completely erased will be piled up there, waiting for secondary dismantling."
Pigsy was completely confused: "Speak human language."
"It's the warehouse," Chen Fan continued. "The chief clerk threw all the old, discarded, and disobedient things in there. It hasn't even been burned clean yet."
The gray-robed sutra-observing man added, "If these people are released, they can contaminate the recycling system."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Even Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow.
That's a very heavy statement.
The most ruthless aspect of the clerk system is its dismissal and rewriting processes. If someone were to manage to corrupt the recycling system from within, it would be like shoving a knife into the stomach of the enemy.
Chen Fan didn't hesitate: "Take them first. Then break the silence."
Nezha's eyes lit up instantly: "I like this job."
The fragment of Yang Jian's writings remained stuck to the stone wall, like a lingering shadow. Upon hearing this, the fragment trembled slightly, revealing a few lines of text.
It's okay to enter.
He can be executed.
Do not linger.
Chen Fan nodded: "That's enough."
He turned and looked around: "The main force of Flower Fruit Mountain remains stationary. Bull Demon King stays to guard the main peak. Pigsy guards the left flank. Sandy watches the armory. The rest of the elite troops, follow me!"
The Bull Demon King asked in a deep voice, "How many are you bringing?"
"Three hundred," Chen Fan reported quickly. "No more. We need brave souls. Go in and rescue people first. Nobody gets greedy for battle. Move everything you can, and smash everything you can."
Pigsy grinned: "That sounds nicer."
In less than ten breaths, the team had been assembled.
They were all tough guys who had just survived the blade array.
There were one-eyed wolf demons, an old priest with half his face split open, and a group of nameless soldiers crawling out of the archives of abandoned documents. Their weapons were in disarray, and their eyes were fierce, like a band of evil spirits just dug out of their graves.
Chen Fan stood at the front, holding the broken pen tip.
Sun Wukong stood to his left.
Nezha stands on the right.
Following behind were the gray-robed sutra-observing monk, the elite troops of the disbanded army, and the fragment of Yang Jian's broken-tailed scroll.
"Speak up," Chen Fan said.
The gray-robed sutra reader raised his hand and pressed the black seal into the air.
With a click.
A thin line appeared in front.
As soon as the line was turned on, a smell of paper ash wafted out, mixed with the smell of burnt ink, making one's head feel heavy.
Sun Wukong glanced inside and smiled.
"A good place."
"Enough with the nonsense, come in." Chen Fan stepped inside.
The next instant, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
This place is neither like a mountain, nor a palace, nor a prison.
It looks more like a long sack that has been forcibly stretched open.
The walls were covered with files on all four sides.
One layer on top of another.
An iron hook hangs high up.
Semi-transparent figures hung from the hooks. Some were still twitching, some had their mouths open but couldn't make a sound. Some were reduced to half a body, the lower half completely reduced to template outlines.
The pile on the ground was even more messy.
Bundles of waste awaiting recycling were piled up like mountains by agents.
His hands and feet were chained with black chains.
Next to them were rows of wooden racks, on which were attached the "executor tools." They looked human, but their eyes were devoid of any light, and each had a numbered tag nailed to its forehead.
Further inside, broken templates were piled up to form a wall.
Some of them have long faces.
Some have only one catchphrase left.
Some of the half-bodies were still walking back and forth, taking a few steps before bumping into the wall and then retreating.
Nezha cursed, "That's fucking disgusting."
Sun Wukong remained silent.
A glint of gold flashed in his eyes, and he could already see the thick chains at the very back.
The other end of the chain is connected to the core rotating wheel of the entire clearing outlet.
The chief clerk was indeed inside.
They just didn't show up.
"Someone's coming..."
A hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner.
Chen Fan turned his head.
A middle-aged scholar was buried under a pile of files, only half his face visible. His beard was completely singed, and half of his agency badge was still hanging from his wrist. He stared at Chen Fan, his eyes darting around.
"The people outside?"
Chen Fan walked over, raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the ink chain broke.
"Can you move?"
The man had just propped himself up when he suddenly shrank back down, his face deathly pale: "Don't touch that shelf, it'll make a noise. Dismiss the supervisor immediately—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
A piercing alarm bell rang out overhead.
The entire clearance exit was illuminated.
The rows of numbered labels were flipped over at the same time.
A line of black text appeared above.
Unauthorized file access. Complete erasure.
"You came pretty quickly." Chen Fan looked up.
The next second, the files on both sides opened simultaneously, and a team of black-armored scribes rushed out. Each of them carried a type-shaving knife, and their faces were devoid of any features, except for a bright red seal stamped in the center.
Without waiting for orders, the elite troops of the abandoned case army rushed forward.
The two sides collided, and the entire passageway exploded.
Sun Wukong swept his staff out, instantly turning more than a dozen black-armored officials in the front row into pieces. Nezha, riding on his Wind-Fire Wheels, slashed horizontally along the ground, his Fire-Tipped Spear piercing through them, sending them all flying.
Chen Fan didn't stop.
He ignored the guards and led the gray-robed sutra reader straight to the pile of agents awaiting recycling.
"Open everything that can be opened," Chen Fan shouted as he cut the chains. "Pull out the ones that are still breathing first!"
The gray-robed sutra-reading man flicked his sleeve, releasing a burst of gray light, and drilled into the numbered keyholes. One by one, the locks cracked open, and the people inside tumbled out like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Some people ran away as soon as they came out.
After running two steps, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, vomiting black ink.
Some people looked up at Chen Fan, their faces full of confusion: "Who are you?"
"Your savior!" Pigsy burst in from behind, smashing a wooden frame over with his rake. "If you can walk, then walk. If you can't, crawl to the back and don't block the way."
A female agent broke free from the chains, her voice hoarse, but she still clung tightly to Chen Fan's sleeve: "Inside... there's a group of original author agents... they can write... don't abandon them..."
Chen Fan looked in the direction she was pointing.
On the high platform at the deepest part, there were indeed more than a dozen people locked up.
Unlike other people.
The chains binding them weren't ordinary chains, but thick red threads. One end of the thread was pierced into their scalp, and the other end was connected to a dark well in the center of the platform.
Every thread is being pulled.
It's like forcibly pulling something out of their heads.
"Brother Monkey, clear the way!" Chen Fan shouted.
Sun Wukong turned around and smashed the wall of scrolls blocking his way with his staff.
"Walk!"
The group charged forward.
Just as they reached the bottom of the platform, a hand suddenly reached out from the dark well.
There aren't enough people.
It looks like a ball of soaked paper that has been squeezed out.
With five fingers spread, it reached out to grab Chen Fan's face.
Chen Fan picked up his pen and immediately began to write.
The pen touched the paper, and it tore open with a hissing sound. What came out wasn't blood, but dense annotations.
The hand retracted into the well, and the well opening immediately began to churn.
The grey-robed sutra-reading man's expression changed: "It's awake."
"Who?"
"Clear out the parallel interface of the host machine."
To put it bluntly.
"The chief clerk has been taken over."
The moment the words were spoken, the entire platform trembled.
Those red lines were all taut.
The dozen or so people locked on the stage screamed at the same time, lines of black text appearing on their foreheads, as if they were having their scripts revised on the spot.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold, and he picked up his pen to strike.
The first red line broke.
The man's body twitched, and he collapsed, but a glimmer of life returned to his eyes.
"It worked!" Nezha shouted, "Chop them all down!"
The group immediately split up to rescue the person.
Sun Wukong grabbed the two thickest red threads, exerted force with both arms, and pulled them backward. The red threads actually made a muffled sound like ox tendons, and the walls of his mouth trembled from the tension.
Pigsy and the White Dragon charged forward from the left and right respectively.
The three of them exerted their strength together.
boom!
The entire platform was forcibly torn in one corner.
Seven or eight of the red threads broke.
Several people tumbled off the stage, but were caught by Fei Anjun and taken outside.
This caused complete chaos at the clearing point.
The files on all four walls were flipping through pages frantically.
A large number of templates on the ground rose up.
The workers on the wooden frames opened their eyes, pulled off their number tags from their foreheads, and turned to rush towards the crowd.
Nezha cursed, "Are you never going to stop?"
As Chen Fan cut the threads, he roared, "Get them out of here first! Don't worry about these things!"
The gray-robed sutra reader suddenly paused.
He stared at the newly awakened laborers, his eyes gleaming with a strange, unfocused light.
"etc."
Chen Fan turned around: "What is it now?"
"They can be taken away too." The gray-robed sutra-observing man spoke quickly. "These tools' underlying commands haven't been completely cleaned up. If the rewriting is successful, they'll be living sources of pollution. Sending them back will allow them to directly impact the recycling system."
Chen Fan's eyes lit up after hearing this.
This is not junk.
This is a batch of nails that will drill themselves into the heart of the other side.
"Take everything." Chen Fan immediately changed his mind, "Drag what you can, carry what you can, and remove the number tags from what you can't take!"
The military officer who filed the case went even crazier.
Just a moment ago they were rescuing people, now they're even carrying wooden frames.
A one-armed wolf demon, carrying two half-crippled humans on his back, ran and laughed, "I'm rich today!"
Sun Wukong is more direct.
He planted the golden cudgel into the ground, and the cudgel instantly split into dozens of afterimages, sending rows of wooden frames flying towards the exit.
"Strategist, was that enough fun?"
"Not enough." Chen Fan looked up at the black well. "The roots haven't been removed yet."
The last three red lines on the platform had just broken.
The wellhead suddenly fell silent.
The silence was unsettling.
next moment.
A person slowly rose from the well.
wrong.
The upper half of that thing still resembled the chief clerk. Long robe, tall hat, and half of its face still sported that cold, sneer that made you want to smash it.
The lower body is gone.
Instead, there was a large, constantly flipping black scroll. The scroll was covered in secret characters, from which countless tiny hands emerged, gripping the surrounding walls and climbing upwards.
He had a gash in his chest.
It contains a rotating wheel.
With each rotation of the wheel, a group of figures around it screamed in agony.
The chief clerk looked down at his newly grown body, seemingly quite satisfied.
Then, he looked up and stared at Chen Fan.
"You've come at the perfect time."
"I'm missing a pen that can write back."
Chapter 347 The File Monster
"You're just missing a fart."
Sun Wukong cursed first.
He swung the golden cudgel horizontally and smashed it down.
boom!
The entire clearing lane shuddered.
The chief clerk's half-smiling face was jolted backward by the blow. But the black scroll on his lower body spun, its layers of pages flipping up, completely dissipating the force of the golden cudgel. A large piece of paper tore apart, only to immediately grow back up from his back.
He glanced down at the wheel on his chest, his tone still that irritatingly steady one.
"The Monkey King has been listed as a high-risk, abandoned case."
"Execute the recycling."
The voice just fell.
The wheel in his chest jolted violently.
With a "whoosh," a page of gray paper was ejected from the file.
The paper didn't fly very fast.
It even looks light and airy.
But as soon as it touched the forehead of a minor demon from the abandoned case next to it, the demon didn't even have time to scream before its whole body "whooshed" flat, as if it had been pressed into a piece of paper, and in the blink of an eye, only a shadowy figure remained.
A roll of gray paper flew back into the hands of the chief clerk.
A struggling little demon image appeared on the paper.
There was a moment of silence.
The next second, the abandoned case was blown up.
"Damn it! Where are they?!"
"It's in the exam paper!"
"Strategist! This thing is recruiting!"
Pigsy charged forward, wielding his rake, still cursing.
"What kind of dog accountant monster are you? I'll smash you to pieces first—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Another page was ejected.
Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly twisted his body to the side. The gray paper flew past his belly, and the three soldiers behind him, who hadn't even had time to hold their weapons properly, were instantly rolled into three figures and stuck to the paper.
The chief clerk had four extra pages.
On every page, someone is struggling.
The scene sent chills down my spine.
"This is not killing."
Chen Fan stared at the few pages of paper, his eyes darkening.
"This is the archive."
The white dragon's expression changed.
"Archive?"
"Um."
Chen Fan gripped the broken pen tip tightly in his hand.
"The names and traces of those who are imprisoned will be locked away. If it drags on for too long, they will truly become untraceable."
The chief clerk smiled.
"The strategist has good taste."
"Unfortunately, it's too late."
He raised his hand and flicked it.
Three pages again!
This time it wasn't aimed at individuals, but rather rained down on the heads of the entire squad of disbanded soldiers.
Once the paper was laid down, it seemed to come alive and find someone to paste it on its own.
The screams suddenly became a continuous chorus.
More than a dozen soldiers from the abandoned case were gone in an instant.
Those around them only saw them shrink back as if someone had wiped them off from behind, leaving only weapons and empty armor behind.
Chaos immediately erupted at Huaguo Mountain.
"Back off!"
"Scatter, everyone!"
"Don't gather in groups!"
Chen Fan took a step forward and stood at the very front.
The broken end of the pen burned his palm.
The chief clerk stared at the pen, a hint of something real appearing in his eyes for the first time.
It's not a laugh.
It's greed.
"Hand it over."
I'll leave you a page.
"Keep your ancestors alive."
Chen Fan raised his hand and drew a stroke in the air with his pen.
He didn't write anything else.
Just two words.
turn down.
The handwriting isn't very good.
It's even a little crooked.
But as soon as those two words were written, it was as if an ink mark had been forcibly slashed in mid-air. The ink streak shot straight towards the few gray pages in the clerk's hand.
puff!
One of the pages exploded on the spot.
The little demon figure on the paper rolled out, crashed to the ground, and gagged violently, clutching its head, looking as if it had just been pulled out of the water.
All around was quiet.
Immediately afterwards, the disbanded party erupted in cheers.
"I'm back!"
"The strategist has brought the person back!"
"We can really get it back!"
The little demon was completely bewildered. Looking up at her hands and feet, tears and snot streamed down her face.
"I...I'm out?"
The smile on the chief clerk's face finally cracked.
He looked down at the gray paper in his hand, which had a corner missing, and lowered his voice.
"Original write permission".
"You did indeed use that pen."
Chen Fan shook his wrist; his palm was almost burning hot.
But he laughed instead.
"You take one in, I'll recruit one."
"Let's see who's faster."
"court death."
The chief clerk's chest wheel spun wildly.
Splash!
The large, black scroll of documents covering his lower body was completely unfurled, like a paper beast turned over. Approvals, amendments, and sealing orders, layer upon layer, sprouted wildly from his body, piling up in the blink of an eye into a monster three zhang tall. The human face was embedded at the very top, the features still intact, but everything below the neck had turned into paper.
Countless tiny hands emerged from the cracks in the paper.
Some held red stamps, some held cutting knives, and some held nail-like staples.
It pressed forward.
The entire clearing lane was dark.
"Huaguo Mountain, everyone is to be evicted."
"The case file is scrapped and sealed up."
"Chen Fan, focus on retrieving him."
The last four words were uttered.
The monster spat out dozens of pages of gray paper.
This time it wasn't a targeted kill.
It is directly covered.
"Disperse!"
Chen Fan roared.
Sun Wukong rushed forward immediately.
"I'll tear this lousy notebook to shreds first!"
His figure blurred, creating dozens of afterimages. He swung his golden cudgel seven or eight times in mid-air, smashing the foremost piece of gray paper in half. The scraps of paper flew everywhere, sticking to the wall, where dense characters immediately appeared.
The fragment of Yang Jian's broken tail also moved.
The battered figure didn't waste any words; the three-pointed, double-edged sword left a long trail as it sliced straight through from the right.
scoff!
He cleaved a large gash in the outer layer of the dossier monster.
It's not flesh and blood inside.
It's a tighter seal.
Layer upon layer, still patching it up myself.
"It can split it open!"
Yang Jian coldly uttered three words.
"Don't let it close."
"clear!"
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong laughed even harder.
"Tearing book covers off is something I'm good at!"
A monkey and a fragment of a story, caught in a pincer attack from both sides.
Smash with the golden cudgel.
Three-pointed knife cutting.
The monster's outer shell kept bursting open.
With each layer torn open, more pages flew out, scurrying about like venomous insects whose nest had been disturbed.
Pigsy, White Dragon, Red Boy, and several others led the abandoned case army to desperately block the way.
Red Boy breathed out a burst of fire, and a large piece of ash paper was burned and rolled up.
But as they burned, cries and screams came from the paper.
"Don't burn me!"
"Help!"
"Strategist! I'm still inside!"
Red Boy froze, nearly choking on his own breath.
"Damn it! How are we supposed to play like this?!"
The chief clerk forced a smile onto his face again.
"Burn it!"
"You have plenty of people."
"You son of a bitch."
Pigsy's eyes turned red, and he swept his rake across, smashing a bunch of flying pages into the wall.
"This thing is dirtier than a Buddhist temple!"
Chen Fan ignored the insults.
He's looking for it.
Find the core issue.
This monster is spitting out pages too fast. I can't possibly reject them all one by one. I must cut off its source first.
He stared at the wheel on the monster's chest.
Just as I was about to rush forward, a dull tremor suddenly came from beneath my feet.
thump.
thump.
thump.
The sound did not come from outside.
It was from deep within the clearing area.
The next moment, all the previously locked storage compartments on both sides lit up simultaneously.
One after another, iron gates rose.
The humanoid figure standing inside slowly walked out.
They were all dressed in the old system of military uniforms.
The pupils are grayish-white.
He had a document needle stuck in his back.
He was carrying a chain and a gavel.
A quick glance at the numbers reveals at least a hundred.
Little White Dragon gasped.
"Executor puppet?"
"Why were they all released?!"
The chief clerk smirked.
"Don't you guys like to steal people?"
"Then let's rob it together."
Once those executor puppets appeared, they wouldn't recognize anyone.
They pounce on any living creature they see.
The few soldiers from the recently abandoned military unit were dragged towards the storage warehouse with chains around their necks. Zhu Bajie rushed over to rescue them, but then a puppet swung a hammer at his lower back, smashing it so hard that sparks flew.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
The people of Huaguo Mountain are making gray paper.
The abandoned plan was used by the army to block the puppet.
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were still tearing apart the monster's outer shell.
The entire clearing area was filled with shouts, smashing sounds, and the rustling of paper pages.
Chen Fan, on the contrary, fell silent.
The more chaotic things get, the faster his mind works.
"Monkey King!"
He looked up sharply.
"Pry open that wheel on its chest!"
"I've wanted to smash this for ages!"
Sun Wukong flipped over, leaped into the air on a flying blade, and swung his golden cudgel down in a wide arc.
The dossier monster raised an entire sealing order to block it.
At the same time, the fragment of Yang Jian's scroll cut in from the left, the blade breaking the seal first.
click!
The sealing order was overturned.
The golden cudgel slammed solidly onto the spinning wheel.
The wheel tilted to one side.
The dossier monster let out a piercing scream.
For the first time, it looked like a living thing.
"Now!"
Chen Fan rushed over.
The dusty paper kept hitting my face along the way.
He wrote three rejections in quick succession with his pen.
The ink characters flew out, exploding into three pages of gray paper, revealing figures rolling on the ground. Two more executor puppets lunged forward, only to have a stroke of ink pressed against their foreheads, instantly splitting open a line of black characters and freezing their movements.
This pen can be used to write about more than just people.
They can even modify the execution orders of these pieces of junk.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
nice one.
I'll have to try more next time.
The chief clerk had already sensed something was wrong. The dossier opened wide, and more than a dozen pages of gray paper were wrapped around Chen Fan.
"You can't go back!"
"Who said I wanted to go back?"
Chen Fan pushed off with his feet, stepping on the shoulder of a puppet and leaping up, then plunged directly into the crooked crack in the chest.
The people outside were dumbfounded.
Zhu Ganglie roared as he blocked the chains.
"Has the strategist gone mad?"
"He went in to steal the stamp!"
The little white dragon also realized what was happening and turned to kill.
"Stop the outer layer! Don't let it close!"
Sun Wukong grinned, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
"You all heard that, didn't you?"
"Tear it up!"
The golden cudgel smashed wildly.
The fragment of Yang Jian's writings was cleaved three times along the crack.
The monster's outer shell was completely ripped open, revealing a dense array of chambers filled with pages, each containing a figure. Some were from Flower Fruit Mountain. Some were from the Discarded Case Army. And some were old faces no longer recognized.
As soon as Chen Fan stepped inside, he smelled a strong odor of paper ash.
The sound of pages turning could be heard from all directions.
It was as if countless people were reading approval documents to him.
"Abandoned".
"Delete or modify".
"Recycle."
"Sealed up".
The voice chanted faster and faster, making people's scalps tingle.
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and pointed his pen forward slightly.
"Shut up."
The penmanship suddenly became brilliant.
The first few layers of pages tore open on the spot.
The covers inside were all opened.
Deepest within, a dark red light was revealed.
The moment Chen Fan saw what it was, he paused for a second.
That's not a rotating wheel.
It wasn't a seal either.
It is a seal.
The complete chapter.
It was about the size of a palm, square, with its edges polished to a shine. A ring of blood-red patterns was pressed onto the surface, with only four ancient characters in the center.
Recycle execution.
There was a hand pressing down on Zhang's body.
That hand was withered and black, as if it had been dead for a long time.
But just as Chen Fan looked over...
The hand suddenly moved.
I took Chapter 348.
As the black hand moved, the entire dark red seal trembled.
next moment.
The gash on the monster's chest suddenly closed halfway.
Like living creatures guarding their food.
"retreat!"
Chen Fan gave a low shout and rushed out first.
He did not test the waters at all.
It's about going straight for the core.
The chief clerk's face, which was hanging on the scroll, immediately twisted, and his mouth twitched into a cold and vicious smile.
"You dare touch it?"
"Even regular clerks aren't allowed to touch this stuff. You, a nobody who crawled out of discarded files, think you can steal the execution seal?"
He had barely finished speaking.
The stack of black papers on his chest suddenly exploded open.
It's not scattered.
It is a shop.
Hundreds and thousands of pages of files rushed forward, the air filled with secret characters. Thin hands emerged from the characters, grabbing ankles, tugging at clothes, gouging eyes, and tearing out hearts—they were incredibly fierce.
The Bull Demon King swung his axe, and just as he shattered one layer, a second layer appeared.
Little White Dragon thrust his spear repeatedly, the tip piercing the paper as if it were stuck in mud, impossible to pull out.
Tang Sanzang stood behind, raised his hand, and threw out a string of Buddhist scriptures.
"Get out of the way!"
boom!
The gold lettering crashed into the pile of scrolls, burning a gap in the surface.
The gap held for only a moment.
The next moment, it was filled with new scrolls.
Chen Fan's ears were filled with system noise.
"warn."
"High-pressure recovery field activated."
"Host privileges are suppressed."
"The stability of the pen tip decreased on the temporary carrier."
"Recycling stamps and seals in progress—"
"Recognition failed".
The words "Recognition failed" had barely finished ringing when...
The monster ahead had its chest opened up again.
The seal became clearer.
Blood flowed.
The four characters on the cover looked as if they had just been pressed on, so fresh they were almost blinding.
Recycle execution.
The chief clerk stared at Chen Fan, his voice sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between the pages.
"Do you know why your Flower Fruit Mountain (花果山) can't be completely cleaned up?"
"Because no one has ever been qualified to stamp the final seal."
"I'll make up for it today."
He raised his hand and pressed down.
The ground around them suddenly sank.
Black marks simultaneously appeared beneath the feet of everyone at Huaguo Mountain.
Like names awaiting approval.
Many of the lesser demons turned pale on the spot, their legs went weak, and they all knelt down.
"military adviser!"
"My name is dropping in the rankings!"
"My shadow has been partially destroyed!"
Sun Wukong was furious. He brandished his golden cudgel and leaped into the air.
"Damn your ancestors!"
A stick came crashing down.
boom!
He smashed a layer of the entire sea of case files.
The chief clerk swayed slightly, and the cold smile on his face crooked.
"Sun Wukong, you really think you're something special—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The second leg is here.
Even more ruthless than the first baton.
It wasn't a face-smashing incident.
It's about smashing the outer shell.
The black scrolls protecting the seal on the chest of the chief clerk exploded layer by layer, sending scraps of paper and fragments of writing flying everywhere.
Sun Wukong kept moving, his staff flashing in a continuous line as he struck and cursed.
"You talk too much."
"A notebook that's been worn out."
"How dare you put on airs in front of me, Old Sun?"
"If I don't smash your turtle shell to pieces today, I'm not a Sun!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The third baton lands.
The fourth baton is in play.
The chief clerk was thrown backward by the impact, the pages flipping wildly outward, revealing the seal on his chest.
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed.
The opportunity has arrived.
But just then...
The black hand that was pressing down on the seal suddenly pushed itself up.
It's like a dead person coming back to life.
It gripped the edge of the seal with its five fingers.
A screeching sound suddenly filled the entire core area.
The ground cracked.
The old names on the wall bled profusely.
The system alerted me to a sudden jump.
"The execution of the corpse was discovered."
"Activation of the Old Generation Recycler's Fragments".
"Danger increased."
"Danger increased."
The chief clerk burst into laughter.
"Did you see that?"
"This is someone who has truly dealt with Zhang."
"You think you can just rob me?"
Chen Fan didn't reply to him.
He turned his feet, lowered his body, and raised the broken pen tip in his hand.
As soon as the brushstroke was executed, a burst of gray light erupted from the broken tip.
The black hand in front of them seemed to have been burned, and its movements paused for a moment.
Chen Fan stared at the hand and suddenly spoke.
"Yang Jian".
The people behind them were all taken aback.
The fragment of Yang Jian with the broken tail followed the group closely, its form unsteady, like a piece of old shadow that might dissipate at any moment.
Hearing those two words, he looked up at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan didn't turn his head back.
"Haven't you always wanted to know where your strike went wrong?"
Yang Jian remained silent.
Chen Fan spoke very quickly.
"The problem is that you only killed people, but didn't cut off the escape route."
"This thing thrives on rules and depends on the road conditions."
"Break it off for me."
One sentence.
The burning flame in Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.
He didn't ask any more questions.
He raised his hand.
The shadow of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, now only half intact, slowly materialized.
Incomplete.
It also has cracks.
But as soon as that sharp aura appeared, the surrounding pages began to shrink.
The chief clerk's expression changed for the first time.
"Stop him!"
Dozens of paper tails suddenly lashed out from behind the dossier monster.
Like a whip.
Like a snake.
All the blood was drawn towards Yang Jian.
Sun Wukong dodged, his golden cudgel blocking the attack.
A series of loud popping sounds.
The paper was pulled onto the stick, blasting out a sky full of black characters.
Sun Wukong grinned.
"Try moving one of them."
The Bull Demon King and the Flood Dragon Demon King also stepped forward, standing on the left and right respectively, and forcefully blocked the incoming scroll.
Tang Sanzang spun the Buddhist fire in his hand and slapped it directly onto the ground.
"Certainly!"
The gold lettering is spread out.
Those few paper tails suddenly slowed down a beat.
Just this one shot.
Yang Jian moved.
There are no tricks.
Just one strike.
The broken blade sliced in from the side, striking a dark line just below the chest of the dossier monster.
That's not a solid line.
It was that blood-red line between the seal and the rotating wheel.
Click.
A soft sound.
Like a rope that has broken.
The chief clerk's smile froze on his face.
next moment.
The entire dossier monster suddenly twitched.
The wheel on the chest stopped halfway.
The names that were falling all around also stopped.
"Now!"
Sun Wukong roared.
Another blow.
This time, they completely pierced through the remaining half of the outer shell.
Chen Fan had already rushed to the monster's chest.
It all surged up after being suppressed.
It felt like someone was throwing an entire armory at his head.
His vision went black, his ears were ringing, and his knees buckled.
The system is still reporting.
"The host is experiencing execution bit suppression."
"Insufficient permissions".
"Insufficient permissions".
"Evacuation is recommended."
Screw you.
Chen Fan gritted his teeth and slammed the broken pen tip into the seal.
It wasn't a touch.
It's a nail.
laugh!
The brushstroke is centered on the top of the page.
Those four words suddenly lit up.
The entire recycling execution stamp vibrated violently, as if trying to deflect the pen tip.
The chief clerk panicked completely, his face contorted in shock.
"stop!"
"You can't touch it!"
"That's my appointment badge! That's mine—"
Chen Fan looked up at him and smirked.
"your?"
"Did you write your name on it?"
As soon as he finished speaking...
He suddenly pressed his wrist down.
The broken pen tip emitted a sharp whistle.
The gray light flowed in along the pen shaft, forcefully penetrating deep into the seal.
The black hand split open on the spot.
One by one, the five fingers crumbled.
The dark red light at the bottom of the chapter was suddenly pried out.
Like peeling bones from rotten flesh.
The chief clerk screamed in agony, his chest caved in, and the scrolls behind him fell to the ground as if they had lost their bones.
"impossible!"
"What right do you, a mere temporary vessel, have to seize the seal?!"
Chen Fan was no longer listening.
He gripped the broken pen with both hands and pulled it back.
"Get out here!"
boom!
He forcibly extracted the entire Recycling Execution Chapter from the monster's core.
Chapter One leaves the body.
The entire clearing site shook.
Large areas of black marks on the wall have peeled off.
The marks awaiting approval beneath the feet of the people from Huaguo Mountain crumbled one by one.
The system voice changed instantly.
It's no longer a warning.
This is a prompt.
"bite."
"Host has been detected seizing core privileges."
Name: Recall Execution Stamp (Temporary)
Status: Not fully bound, usable, can be seized, can be recycled.
Effect 1: Initiate anti-recycling against lower-level recycling units.
"Effect 2: The regional clearing process can be temporarily interrupted."
Effect 3: Forced conscription of troops from abandoned projects.
Note: The temporary holder has one priority right to execute.
Chen Fan's palm suddenly felt heavy.
The seal looked alive, and it was frighteningly hot.
The blood patterns on it circled around and eventually left a small mark at the corner.
Chen Fan.
The chief clerk's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw this.
"No...it's impossible..."
"Does it recognize you?"
"Why should it recognize you?!"
Chen Fan weighed the seal in his hand and grinned.
"I'll take this chapter."
next second.
He simply raised his hand and covered it.
It's not a cover-up.
He was the chief clerk.
"Anti-recycling, get it up!"
The seal crashed down.
A massive, blood-red seal descended from mid-air, striking the chief clerk squarely on the head.
The chief clerk froze.
Followed by.
The pages on his body that were originally turning over suddenly began to roll in reverse, as if receiving another command.
Roll it inwards.
He rolled himself up.
"No!"
"Stop!"
"I'm the director! I'm a full-time employee! How dare you—"
He hadn't finished shouting.
The military made the first move regarding the abandoned cases around them.
The group of battered figures he had previously summoned were kneeling around, looking like the dead.
The seal was affixed.
They all looked up in unison.
His eyes were glowing red.
It's like holding it in for too long, finally waiting for the floodgates to open.
"Director?"
A soldier with half his face missing grinned.
"You dare call me by that name again?"
Another old soldier, now without a belly, rushed forward, dragging his chains, and grabbed the end of the scribe's scroll.
You deleted me eight times.
"It's your turn today."
The third one was even more ruthless; it pounced on him and bit the rolled-up skin on his shoulder, tearing and ripping it off.
In a short time.
A brawl.
It was a real gang fight.
The chief clerk tried to access the system, but his eyes lit up and then went dark; he couldn't access anything.
That stamp is gone.
His support also ended.
It felt like he had been kicked down from a high place, and he couldn't even stand up straight.
"Get out of here!"
"Get out of my way, all of you!"
"I am the Chief Clerk! I am—ah!"
The screams grew louder and louder.
Those abandoned cases became increasingly frenzied as the army fought.
Someone tore off a page.
Someone smashed the spinning wheel.
Someone else rushed up and smashed half of his face.
Sun Wukong watched with amusement, standing to the side with his staff and offering his comments.
"You hit too lightly."
"The right-hand layer is still intact."
The Bull Demon King added a sentence.
"Don't leave the chest ring either."
The White Dragon flicked off a section of the curled tail with his spear, laughing heartily.
"This is called karma in this lifetime."
Chen Fan stood still, his palm still clutching the seal.
The system panel keeps refreshing.
Temporary permissions have been activated.
"Currently available targets for host recovery: low-ranking clerks, paper servants, abandoned case drivers, and damaged execution pages."
"Host's holding period for the Execution Chapter: Unknown."
"Please note that higher-order execution sequences may be traced."
Chen Fan's eyes flickered slightly.
That's a pretty good reward.
Starting today.
It's not like we're destined to be recycled.
He can also take on other people.
Just then.
Suddenly, the chief clerk reached out from the crowd, his half-rotten face staring intently at Chen Fan, while black characters were still being spat out from his mouth.
"It's no use for you to take it..."
"You're only temporary..."
"Below the clearing point... there's more..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
A single iron hoof crushed his jaw.
The Bull Demon King lowered his head and cursed.
"You talk too much nonsense."
The chief clerk struggled twice, then finally fell silent.
The tangled mess around it slowly collapsed into a pile of waste paper.
The crowd at Huaguo Mountain fell silent for a moment.
Then, it exploded with a bang.
"We won!"
"The director is finished!"
"The strategist stole his seal!"
"Hahaha, who the hell dares to delete us!"
A group of little demons rushed over, their eyes lighting up.
Looking at the seal in Chen Fan's hand, he regarded it as an invaluable treasure.
Sun Wukong walked over to Chen Fan and patted him on the shoulder.
"Okay."
"This time we really managed to get some meat."
Chen Fan was about to speak.
A muffled thud suddenly came from beneath my feet.
Not the one above.
It's below.
It was like something bumped against the chains from the deepest depths.
clang--
The voice was deep.
The entire evacuation point shook.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Tang Sanzang was the first to turn his head and look into the deeper darkness.
The second sound came.
clang--
This time it's much clearer.
It was as if someone inside was slowly sitting up.
In the depths of darkness, a thick chain dragged along the ground, moving slowly.
The sound of friction gradually emerged.
Chen Fan looked down at the recycling execution stamp in his hand.
The blood patterns on the seal's surface began to glow on their own at some point.
A system notification pops up simultaneously.
"warn."
"Signs of awakening of a higher-ranking executive have been detected."
"The current target's permission level is higher than the temporary execution level."
"We suggest the host immediately—"
The message hasn't finished yet.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes lit up in the darkness.
Chapter 349 Allied Forces Pressing In, Who Should Be Sacrificed First?
Those eyes lit up, and the temperature in the dark cell instantly dropped.
It's like someone stuffed the entire warehouse into ice water.
The sound of chains dragging on the ground grew closer.
The recycling execution stamp in Chen Fan's hand was frighteningly hot, with the blood-red patterns on its surface shining brightly, as if desperately issuing a warning.
Sun Wukong took a step forward, and his golden cudgel was held horizontally.
"come out."
The thing in the dark didn't reply.
First came out, a foot.
It's not a human foot.
It looked like it was folded from paper, yet it was wrapped in a layer of sheet metal. The moment it landed, the ground cracked open with a "crack".
Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly stood up from inside.
He is not tall.
His body was covered in chains.
His face looked as if someone had slashed it with a knife; the left and right sides were completely different. The left side looked like a living person, while the right side was just a layer of grayish-white paper. Three black nails were driven into his chest, each nail wrapped with a thin strip of file paper.
He first glanced at the rotten body of the chief clerk.
He then looked at the seal in Chen Fan's hand.
The sound was faint, like the edge of paper scraping against a stone.
"Return the execution seal."
Chen Fan chuckled.
"You woke up pretty quickly."
The man raised his hand.
On each of his five fingers was a signet ring.
"Violation of the seal will result in its confiscation."
The system notifications were jumping wildly in front of Chen Fan's eyes.
"Warning, target confirmed."
"High-ranking executive officer of the Correction Division, File Sealing Officer."
"Current danger level has been raised."
"It is advisable to avoid direct contact."
Chen Fan immediately turned off the notification.
They've already hit you in the face, what's the point of dodging?
The file-sealing officer took a step forward, and a wave of paper immediately spread out beneath his feet. The wave of paper swept across the ground, first swallowing the mangled remains of the chief clerk. The dossier monster didn't even have time to groan before it was crushed into a sheet of black paper and stuck into the officer's sleeve.
The white dragon's face darkened.
"He's taken all his own people in?"
"It's the same old problem with the Revision Department." Chen Fan stared at the man. "The death of a living person is considered a loss. Only when the case files are gone is it considered a problem."
The file was sealed, causing him to look up.
"You know a lot."
Chen Fan pressed the seal into his palm.
"It was obtained by exchanging your people."
The words had barely left his lips.
Three loud tremors suddenly rang out outside.
boom.
boom.
boom.
The entire armory trembled.
Layers of dust fell from above.
A little demon scrambled to the door, shouting so loudly it was almost unbearable.
"Strategist! Your Majesty! We've arrived at the outer sea! They've all arrived!"
"The Heavenly Court's battle formation is pressing down on the sea!"
"They've set up shop at Lingshan too!"
"And there's a huge pile of paper boats, a dark, endless expanse!"
The person who sealed the file paused, and the corners of their mouth actually turned up slightly.
"You're too late."
Sun Wukong swung his staff at it.
"Damn your ancestors."
With a loud bang.
The entire golden cudgel smashed a large crater where the guard stood. Paper fluttered wildly, and two black nails snapped. But the man used that force to slide backward into the darkness, as if being dragged away by something.
Chen Fan raised his hand and stamped the recycling execution stamp.
"Stay here!"
As soon as the seal landed, a burst of blood-red light exploded in mid-air.
A muffled groan came from the darkness.
A section of the chain broke and fell to the ground with a thud.
No one was left behind.
Only a cold, detached sentence drifted out from the depths.
"Huaguo Mountain, archived today."
The next instant, the black cell collapsed.
The walls are all receding inwards, like a book suddenly closing.
"Let's go!" Chen Fan shouted.
Sun Wukong grabbed him, the White Dragon swept up Tang Sanzang and Red Boy, and the group rushed out through the crack. The entire armory behind them was instantly flattened, not a single intact brick was left.
As soon as I landed on the outer platform, the sea breeze hit my face hard.
Chen Fan looked up and his eyelids twitched.
coming.
They've all arrived.
The sea outside Huaguo Mountain, which was originally churning, now looked as if it had been cut open by three giant hands.
To the east, the main celestial army stretched across the sky. Silver-armored celestial soldiers formed layers of square formations, chariots hovered in the air, thunder banners pierced the heavens, and the giant spirit god, pagoda-bearing heavenly king, and the Four Heavenly Kings, all former subordinates of the Southern Heavenly Gate, were at the forefront. The Thunder God and Lightning Goddess stood even higher, their thunder hammers already raised. The sheer oppressive force alone caused white waves to continuously crash onto the sea.
To the west, the Ling Mountain magic array is even more conspicuous.
Golden Buddha wheels hung in the air, their light cascading down like a waterfall. The Eightfold Assembly stood in formation, the golden bodies of Arhats forming a continuous expanse. At the very center was a floating lotus platform, upon which sat several figures whose faces were indistinct. The fact that they were indistinct was frightening, indicating that they weren't just there to fill a quota.
As for the north...
That place is the scariest.
Rows of black paper ships emerged slowly from the mist. Their sails weren't cloth, but large sheets of paper. The decks were filled with clerks in black robes, each holding a pen, knife, nails, and a seal. Strings of blank nameplates hung from the bows, clattering loudly in the sea breeze, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.
The main ship at the very front on the north side has a white flag flying at its bow.
There are only two black characters on the flag.
Re-examination.
The entire city of Huaguo Mountain was in an uproar.
"Damn it, did they bring their entire fortune here?"
"The Heavenly Court, Mount Ling, and the Cultivation Bureau—suppressing them all at once?"
"Have they no shame at all?!"
"If you talk to them about their feelings, they won't come!"
The bells on the mountain rang out one after another.
The old demon soldiers ran from the various peaks toward the main peak.
The entire army of the abolished cases has also emerged.
These people were all characters who had been deleted, altered, or squeezed out. Some still had half of their bodies missing, some had paper cracks in their faces, and some had incomplete names, so they simply wrote the missing piece on their backs. They looked chaotic normally, but today, when they stood together, their aura was even more imposing.
Why?
Because they all knew that the group on the other side was there to make them die again.
Chen Fan didn't dawdle and went straight to the main peak's council platform.
Sun Wukong followed him down.
The Bull Demon King, the Flood Dragon Demon King, the Roc Demon King, the White Dragon, Nezha, Red Boy, and a group of his old subordinates all surrounded him.
The war drums have already been sounded outside.
The Bull Demon King's first sentence was very forceful.
"Let's deal with the Heavenly Court first. I get annoyed just looking at that pagoda-bearing man's face."
Nezha sneered.
"What's the use of your annoyance? If it's a real battle, the Heavenly Court is the strongest. If we charge in first, we'll lose a lot of people."
The Demon King licked his teeth.
"The situation at Mount Ling is disgusting too. With a single burst of Buddha's light, the demon army was already decimated by 30%."
Red Boy slammed his Fire-Tipped Spear to the ground.
"Then let's pick the most annoying one to hit. I'll burn the paper boat to ashes."
"No way." Little White Dragon shook his head first. "They dared to put the paper ship at the front, surely to prevent it from catching fire."
"Then who do you think we should attack first?" Red Boy glanced at him sideways.
There was a lot of chatter on the field.
They were all quite menacing, but their opinions were completely different.
Another loud noise came from outside.
The Heavenly Chariot fired the first shot.
A pillar of lightning descended from the clouds, striking the outer protective array of Flower Fruit Mountain. The array instantly rippled, and the guarding demons coughed up blood.
The roar from the mountain suddenly grew louder.
"Strategist, give the order!"
"Who should we chop first!"
"We can't wait for all three sides to attack at once!"
Everyone looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan stood on the edge of the high platform, staring at the three-way allied forces. His gaze first fell on the Heavenly Court, then swept over Mount Ling, and finally stopped on the dark mass of paper ships.
He suddenly laughed.
"First, take the correct priest's flag."
The surroundings fell silent.
The Bull Demon King frowned.
"No, strategist, are you serious? Those writers are the most cunning, and the most slippery when it comes to fighting. They might not be easy to take on."
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed north.
"It's precisely because they're the most cunning that we'll target them first."
"The Heavenly Court has a reputation to maintain. They need a pretext to start a war."
"The same goes for Mount Ling. The Buddha's light is overwhelming, and you have to chant a few words of compassion."
"The Department of Correction is different."
"They are the best at deleting people, the best at scheming, and the most afraid of being deleted in return."
"If we just overturn their flagship and tear down that retrial flag, the trilateral coalition will be severely weakened."
Nezha's eyes lit up.
"If you hit the most cunning one hard, you'll have to reassess the cost for the other two sides."
"Yes." Chen Fan nodded. "There's one more thing. We just got the execution seal. They definitely haven't had time to unify their authority internally yet. Rushing in now would be the time to stir up their most chaotic situation."
Little White Dragon understood.
"Tore the opening wider before they close up."
Sun Wukong grinned and spun his golden cudgel.
"I like hearing that."
The Bull Demon King patted his chest.
"Alright, let's go all out and pull off a big heist. Who wants to lead the charge?"
"I'll bring the scrapped case team," Chen Fan said directly. "None of you should try to take it from me."
The Bull Demon King was taken aback.
"You'll do it yourself?"
"The Revision Division recognizes the seal, not the person. This thing in my hand is worth more than 100,000 demon soldiers." Chen Fan flashed the Recycling Execution Seal, and a blood-red pattern appeared. Many of the abandoned case soldiers around him turned red in the eyes.
They understood all too well what this thing represented.
This is the power to put back what has been deleted.
Chen Fan turned around, his voice directly drowning out the war drums.
"At your command!"
"Discard the plan, follow me to the northern route, and give the paper ships a good beating."
"The main force of the demon army, led by the Bull Demon King, the Flood Dragon Demon King, and the Roc Demon King, will hold the central line and hold the Spirit Mountain formation, preventing them from being free to reinforce the north."
"The old troops, personally led by the Great Sage, will keep a close watch on the Heavenly Court's main force. Anyone who dares to step in will be dealt with severely."
"Nezha, White Dragon, provide mobile support. Whichever side the explosion creates, you two go in that direction."
"Red Boy, don't rush to set the fire. Wait for my signal. I want you to set fire to their main ship's rear ration rolls, inventory pages, and backup books."
Red Boy's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"I'm familiar with this."
"Tang Sanzang." Chen Fan looked over.
Tang Sanzang stood behind, carrying his staff, his robe still covered in dust from the storeroom.
"This humble monk is here."
"You lead the men to guard the heart of the mountain. If the protective formation shakes again, stabilize it first. Anyone who dares to mutter Buddhist prayers and try to sneak in, just knock them in the face."
Tang Sanzang put his hands together and nodded.
"Understood. Today, this humble monk will not preach, but speak the hard truth."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding demon soldiers all laughed, and the tension they had been holding in eased considerably.
Chen Fan didn't stop, and continued to press down.
"We will not defend this battle."
"They've already piled up at the door; if we keep guarding it, we'll just be making a fool of ourselves in front of them."
"Do only one thing today."
"Let's kill off the revisionist guy, who's the best at killing off others, first."
The hilltop exploded instantly.
"Go for it!"
"Go for it!"
"Tear the paper boats first!"
The army that scrapped the case was the loudest.
Among these people, some were originally just extras, and some were destined to die young. Now, at the mere mention of the proposed reform of the priesthood flag, their eyes lit up.
Someone re-tied their incomplete name to the hilt of a knife.
Someone reattached the broken weapon.
Someone else looked up and spat hard at the paper ship to the north.
"Come and delete me!"
Sun Wukong leaped onto a high rock, his golden cudgel pointing straight at the Heavenly Court.
"Men, let's clear the mountain!"
"Open the mountain!" the 100,000 demon soldiers roared in unison.
The next moment, the mountain-protecting formation cracked open in three places on its own.
It's not broken.
It opened the door proactively.
Huaguo Mountain is not shrinking today.
The three armies lined up side by side and pressed outwards directly.
The disbanded army charged at the forefront, their formation chaotic, yet they charged like a pack of hungry wolves.
The main force of the demon army was in the center, with the Bull Demon King leading the way, rushing far away with a flick of his black cloud.
The old troops took to the air and followed Sun Wukong straight up into the clouds, heading straight for the main Heavenly Army formation.
The three-way allied forces in the outer sea obviously did not expect that when Huaguo Mountain was surrounded from three sides, it would not hide in the mountains to resist, but instead take the initiative to charge.
On the paper ship to the north, many clerks were taken aback.
On the main ship, someone shouted orders in a shrill voice.
"Raise the flag of deletion and modification!"
"Sea Cover Page!"
"Stop the northern route first!"
Huge sheets of paper were laid out on the spot, as if to seal the sea surface into a white wall.
Chen Fan stomped his foot, and carried Fei Anjun directly into the crowd.
"Tear it up!"
Hundreds of soldiers from the abandoned case team acted simultaneously.
Someone took a knife and started slashing.
Someone bit it with their mouth.
Some people simply pounced on them and tore them apart.
Those few pages of the large sheet of paper used to seal the sea were torn with a bunch of holes in the blink of an eye.
The paper boat formation immediately fell into disarray.
Just as Chen Fan was about to shout "Good!" in his heart, an even louder clap of thunder suddenly came from the sky.
It wasn't struck by the Thunder God or the Lightning Goddess.
It looked as if someone had stepped into the center of the Heavenly Court's main formation.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
In the deepest part of the Heavenly Court, the layers of battle formations suddenly parted to both sides.
A silver-white road stretches straight out from the center of the formation.
At the end of the road stood a person.
Black armor.
Three-pointed double-edged knife.
The vertical lines on the forehead are slightly open.
He didn't say anything; just by standing there, the previously deafening noise of the outer sea was actually subdued.
Nezha's expression changed.
"This aura..."
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.
Chen Fan saw it clearly too.
It's not one of those knock-offs, not a projection, and certainly not a substitute used to fool people.
This time, it's the genuine product.
In the main Heavenly Court formation, Erlang Shen Yang Jian personally took to the field.
Chapter 351 Your deletion doesn't mean you're wrong.
The withered hand of the old lamp-bearer was only an inch away from the true core chamber. Chen Fan wanted to move, but Erlang Shen's oppressive aura pressed down on him like a mountain. Sun Wukong was locked in the void by golden light, roaring but unable to break free.
This is the moment.
"Stop." The voice didn't come from any direction; it exploded directly into everyone's minds.
The sea split open. A broken shadow shot into the sky, golden light cascading down like a waterfall, instantly evaporating the surrounding seawater. The fragmented Yang Jian stood between the Burning Lamp and the True Core Pod, his three eyes wide open in fury, his severed tail swaying behind him, every hair gleaming with a cold, blade-like light.
He didn't even look at Ran Deng before striking out with his palm.
"You—!" The withered hand of the old lamp holder had just touched the hem of the tattered robe when he was sent flying backward, crashing into the three paper ships behind him and turning into a shower of paper scraps.
The genuine Yang Jian's sword stopped in mid-air. He slowly opened his eyes, and golden light swept over the remaining scroll.
"You shouldn't have shown up," the real Yang Jian said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Yang Jian turned his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Whether it was right or wrong is not for you to decide. Back in the Western Sea, you accused me of disobeying orders and deleted my fragment. But do you remember why?"
The official Yang Jian did not reply.
The fragment took a step forward, and the sea collapsed without a ripple appearing beneath his feet. "Those shrimp soldiers, those old and weak, you ordered me to slaughter them. I refused. You said I was 'not obedient enough.'" He laughed, a cold laugh. "So you deleted me. With the three words 'rubbish code,' you erased a hundred years of my existence."
The genuine Yang Jian slowly raised his sword. "Rules are rules. Heaven is orderly and allows no exceptions. I deleted you because you are no longer fit to exist."
"Unsuitable?" The fragmented Yang Jian's severed tail lashed out, its tip bursting with golden light, transforming into dozens of golden blades that sliced through the air. "Your definition of 'suitable' is absolute obedience? Is it the slaughter of the innocent?"
The authentic Yang Jian stopped wasting words. With a flash of light, the Thirty-Six Styles of Heavenly Slash Blade Technique came crashing down. Each strike was faster than the last, each carrying the power to tear through space.
Despite the broken sword, Yang Jian did not retreat. He lashed out with his severed tail, unleashing the Seventy-Two Styles of the Golden Scale Whip Technique. The golden blade clashed with the sword energy, creating a thunderous roar. The first strike sent a hundred-foot-high wave crashing onto the sea; the second strike tore a thin crack in the sky; the third strike shattered ten miles of clouds with its aftershocks.
The genuine Yang Jian launched a relentless attack. Each strike forced the fragmented version to retreat half a step. But a smile crept onto his lips. "Is that all you know? When you deleted me back then, did you ever consider—that I would become stronger?"
In the fragmented form, Yang Jian's three eyes snapped open, golden light erupting from their sockets and weaving into a net. His severed tail burst into flames, no longer just fur, but flowing golden magma. His aura surged dramatically, shattering the surrounding clouds and even causing the Heavenly Court's battle formation to shake.
"A God of War template?" The original Yang Jian's pupils contracted.
The fragmented Yang Jian moved. He ceased his defense, his severed tail transforming into a streak of light, and actively charged into the flashing blades. "You deleted me for the good of Heaven. I'm attacking you today, also for the good of Heaven." Every word he uttered struck the original like a blow to the heart. "Your Heavenly Court, under your 'obedient' rule, has long been rotten to the core."
Clang! The golden blade clashed head-on with the Heaven-Slaying Blade, sparks flying everywhere. The incomplete Yang Jian punched the back of the blade, while the original Yang Jian staggered back three steps, shattering three pieces of void beneath his feet.
The two fought from the sea to the sky. Blades and whips tore through the heavens, creating rifts in space. Their battle raged from the small island to the open sea, and celestial naval warships that passed by were struck by the aftershocks, their masts snapping and ships capsizing. Some minor deities, unable to dodge in time, were thrown into the sea by the shockwaves.
"What is that?" The Giant Spirit God stared wide-eyed at the opponent of the original Yang Jian.
"Erlang Shen...there are two?" Li Jing stood on the flagship, his brows furrowed. Nezha gripped his Fire-Tipped Spear even tighter.
"Which one is real?" The clairvoyant and the all-hearing were still asking each other.
No one answered. Everyone watched the battle unfold, a battle that defied all expectations.
On the ground, Chen Fan felt a sudden reduction in pressure. He looked up abruptly and saw the incomplete Yang Jian kick the original Yang Jian away, the two of them separated by a hundred feet.
opportunity!
"All troops, listen to my command!" Chen Fan drew a pre-prepared command flag, pointing it at the opening torn open by the fierce battle between the original Yang Jian and the incomplete Yang Jian. "Charge in! Burn the paper ships!"
"Roar—!" Sun Wukong was the first to rush out, swinging his golden cudgel. The nearest paper ship exploded like it was made of paper, with paper scraps and flames flying everywhere.
The White Dragon Horse transformed into a hundred-foot-long dragon, charging wildly and overturning two paper ships, its dragon claws tearing open the hulls. The Bull Demon King and his son joined forces, smashing the flagship's flank with an axe and a hammer. The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain seized the opportunity to swarm in, tearing up any paper they saw and attacking anyone they encountered.
The defenses of the Correction Division were instantly breached. Flames soared into the sky from the paper ships, a cacophony of cries, explosions, and the clang of metal clashing. Some disciples of the Correction Division attempted to encircle the enemy, but were stopped by Sun Wukong and his forces, suffering a crushing defeat.
"Stop them!" The real Yang Jian caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye, tightened his swordsmanship, forced back the incomplete Yang Jian, and attempted to defend.
The incomplete Yang Jian wouldn't let him have his way. The severed tail split into three, binding the original Yang Jian's sword, wrist, and ankle. "Our score isn't settled yet."
The real Yang Jian struggled to break free, but the severed tail remained unmoved, instead tightening its grip even more. "Doing this will only make Heaven more chaotic."
"Chaos?" The fragment of Yang Jian's three eyes shone brightly with golden light. "Is a non-chaotic teogwal a good teogwal? You deleted me, thinking you could clear away the 'disobedient' ones. But you can't clear away those corrupt officials, incompetent people, and rules that oppress the weak that truly deserve to be deleted."
The light in the genuine Yang Jian's forehead eyes flickered slightly.
As Yang Jian took a step closer, his voice lowered to a level only the two of them could hear, "Your being spared doesn't mean you're real. The Heavenly Court spared you because you need to obey. My deletion doesn't mean I'm wrong. If the Heavenly Way is to change, someone has to disobey first."
The authentic Yang Jian's movements suddenly slowed down by half a beat.
The light in his eyes seemed to dim for a moment. The tip of the knife trembled slightly.
On the battlefield, the Huaguo Mountain army had stormed into the core of the paper ship fleet, and nearly ten paper ships were ablaze. The resistance of the Correction Division began to crumble. And in the standoff between the two Yang Jian, time seemed to stand still.
Only the sound of the waves grew louder and louder.
The broken tail of the fragmented Yang Jian is still tightening. The original Yang Jian's sword is suspended in mid-air.
Everyone is waiting. Waiting for the next blow, or waiting for an answer.
Chapter 352 The Paper Ship Sinks into the Sea
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The cruise ship twisted and tilted on the sea. Chen Fan crouched on the control stick in the command cabin, his fingertips gripping the cold control panel. The Bastard scribes were stabbing him relentlessly, needles piercing his clothes, making his bones tremble. He slashed at his main target, his lightsaber parrying the first wound, cutting down the five men behind him. Blood seeped into the water, mingling with the seawater, staining the pale-faced Bastard scribes.
"Property Liability Correction Division, arrest the kidnappers!" The real Yang Jian writhed in pain, clutching his wound, trying to stop the kidnapping.
—But that was an order from a hundred years ago. What's circulating now are the brocade pouches used by the Revision Division to annihilate Chen Fan. He yanked his fingers upward sharply, the broken policy scattering in his hand.
"An, what kind of lineup do you have?" His sickly voice, filled with a concentrated lewdness, said.
// Chaos erupts—
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The paper ships of the Third Battalion of the Correction Division were immediately attacked.
"Copy your body!" Sun Wukong stood on the deck spokes, his jade arms outstretched, his golden cudgel held high. He stomped down, and the entire cabin shook violently. The sailboat broke apart on the sea and collided with the second ship.
At the same time, the Bull Demon King, having been marked, leaped out of the brocade tent. With three heads and six arms, he swam across the sea, his dragon claws hooking onto the main mast of the paper-thin "Sky View" ship. With a swing, he rammed into the front row of ships, overturning the entire building array.
"Looks like you'll have to sweep away all the seawater." The General of the Correction Division stood on the giant paper boat, the medicinal scent emanating from its cracks suffocating. "Your time-traveling body should have died and been reborn; how could you possibly capture its essence? To die without a dream, that's truly unfair to you!"
More than fifty white aliens were being pressed down, unanimously executing the "clone alignment command." Their black pupils trembled into spheres, and their fins shuddered, sucking in and spitting out mucus into the sea.
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Tang Sanzang boarded the carriage, his shoe shaft crushing the deck of the small boat. In his hand he held a sheepskin sealed by the Correction Department, a symbol of logic that had shaped a group of junior clerks.
"I reclaim that ancient spell, and I curse all demons." He shook the essence of his authentic military uniform, holding up the sheepskin to reveal countless fragmented characters. "At least two months from my birth into the mortal realm. I must first kill the masked thief." On the ground, though summoned to battle, he was frozen stiff. The Correction Division's "Backup Extermination List" clearly listed the names of each disciple, with Chen Fan's name standing out prominently.
"Tang has a grudge." The real Yang Jian suddenly appeared, his blade pointed at Tang. "Remember? He was brainwashed into a cripple by your brainwashing techniques, and he went to kill my own bones. Don't talk about it."
Tang Sanzang ignored him and tore open the sheepskin. A "blue shadow" flashed through the opening, something Chen Fan was used to.
"It's the complete formula!" Tang roared before anyone could respond. "The four groups of heretics lurking deep in hell, the ones who want to bring them back to life are at least three thousand miles away!"
The real Yang Jian sneered, "You? I'm not going to die."
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Chaos erupted on the battlefield.
The paper boat of the Correction Bureau landed on a predetermined route along the coast, as ordered by the Bull Demon King.
"The Paper Wasteland Battle Strategy!" Sun Wukong wiped his sweat, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the burning road.
—These were the years he spent disguised as the unpredictable God of War, Zhuo Bu, before leaving Flower Fruit Mountain. He suddenly realized that the Correction Division had planted a trap precisely at the extreme stage.
The Bull Demon King arrived at the main ship's entrance, standing upright with three teeth-like heads. He kicked open the hatch, and a giant iron chariot slid in to escort the Correction Division.
"This is the treasure I obtained!" The heavily armored repairman, Sizob, stood facing the wall. "Get things moving quickly," he said, "that's all he said."
Until Tang Sanzang shouted, "The list of those to be wiped out!"
The most capable personnel of the Correction Division were immediately exposed. Familiar large characters appeared on the list—
"Chen Fan,"
"Chen Fan has been marked as the target for elimination. Tonight, the three unidentified individuals will be executed in turn."
The lights suddenly came on.
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At the stern, the abandoned ship was rapidly swallowing the waves.
"Lights on! Target range indication: final strike!" The straw soldier clapped his hands, holding up an oil lamp. The light illuminated the entire enemy tire.
"Land!" Sun Wukong said playfully, his palm sweeping towards the stern of the boat.
The lights flashed wildly, then collapsed in layers. At the point of impact, the smoky beam of light turned towards Chen Fan.
He hastily drew out countless purple beads, pointing his sword at the crimson steam. The moment the list was illuminated, the bottom of the list remained completely still.
"It was erased."
The real Yang Jian was stunned.
Their second embryo could no longer keep up with the hunters. The abandoned army finally landed on the rocky hill, and Kazimier sealed away countless يشير.
But on the distant Spirit Mountain, the light has been restored.
The flagpole on Wuzhi Mountain has been overturned, and new torches have been lit.
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The lineup in the lights—
It was clearly the white dragon horse with the curtains billowing, the black-horned Bull Demon King, and the genuine Tang Sanzang and Yang Jian kneeling there.
Chen Fan looked up, a chill running through his heart.
"This is the Revision Division. The word 'revision' is being choked off..."
"It was supposed to be 200 billion words, but after deletion, only three remain."
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At the end of the chapter, the tide swallowed the water, and the waves roared from between the lights.
A desperate situation.
In the distance, a pillar of fire shot straight up.
A report from Wuzhishan: The lights have reached the vicinity of the nuclear chamber and are burning.
The eukaryotes on the shore are emitting a haze.
The 100,000 seals held in his hand suddenly began to emit wisps of white smoke, swirling and churning around their roots. A torrential downpour began.
"These were pierced by Chen Fan."
"Eukaryotic"
This is how it started.
The eukaryotic lament.
The ship sank, and somewhere 34 kilometers away, beneath a forest, the abandoned case file 120 was marked.
The bell whistle rang out immediately.
action.
"A fire has been lit."
"The target is outside."
"Let's begin."