Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 1337 Giant Beast Impact

The contractor stood there in silence for a moment, then raised his fist and smashed down another earth-walking creature.

After smashing more than a dozen, he stopped, looked down at his knuckles covered in blood and bits of flesh, then looked at Ronnie's retreating figure. His lips twitched, but it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or some other expression.

His name is Bai Cong.

His name is quite normal, and he's quite normal too; at least in this paradise full of lunatics, he's a rare normal person.

To put it bluntly, his abilities are simply that his fists are a little harder and his recovery is a little faster than others; otherwise, he's unremarkable.

There are no fancy skill effects, no ultimate moves that require three minutes of chanting, and not even a decent weapon—he fights his way up from level one to level six with just his bare fists, getting calluses all over his hands and scars all over his body.

He looked away and glanced down at his hands again. The skin on his knuckles was broken in several places, revealing not flesh and blood, but a grayish-white layer of bone.

This is a side effect of his ability; he punches too much, and his skin and muscles will gradually be replaced by bone, eventually turning his entire hand into a skeleton.

Right now it's just the joints, but in two years the whole hand might turn into bone, and then it will be difficult to even make a fist.

Bai turned around and walked back, passing through several rows of students who were reorganizing, passing through several piles of still burning earth-walking corpses, until he stopped in front of Lin Yi.

Lin Yi was standing on a rock about half a person's height, holding a tactical tablet and watching the real-time position of the attacking team.

Sensing someone standing in front of him, he looked up and saw Bai Cong's dusty face and hands, and frowned slightly.

"what happened?"

Bai Cong shook his head and spoke his first words: "Doctor, I want a weapon."

Lin Yi stared at his expression for a full three seconds.

There was no pain from injury, no fatigue from battle, only a very serious and earnest expression on his face.

Such seriousness is even rarer on the battlefield of the cycle of reincarnation than the Vajra King calming down, because you never know what outrageous thing a serious madman will do next.

"You want a weapon?" Lin Yi tucked the tactical tablet under his arm and crossed his arms. "Haven't you ever used to use weapons?"

Bai paused for two seconds before speaking: "Ronnie said that using a war scythe is less strenuous, cleaner, and allows for selfies. I think the first two points are correct, the third one is irrelevant."

After hearing this, Lin Yi looked down at Bai Cong's knuckles, then looked up at Ronnie, who was frantically taking selfies on King Kong's shoulder in the distance, and a vein throbbed in his temple.

"The point she's trying to make is about taking selfies." Lin Yi's tone was calm, but beneath that calmness was an urge to drag Ronnie off King Kong's shoulder and beat her up.

Bai Cong remained silent for a few more seconds, as if digesting the logic within this information.

Then he asked a very direct question: "So what weapon should I use?"

“Boxing gloves,” Lin Yi said, “the kind with a cushioning layer, which can distribute the impact force across the entire forearm instead of concentrating it on the knuckles. The material should be a highly elastic alloy, with an energy-conducting layer on the surface, so that when you punch, energy can adhere to the fist surface, increasing penetration without damaging the bones.”

As Bai listened, his expression changed from serious to a more complex seriousness, like a student listening to a teacher in class, understanding every word but not knowing how to turn those words into something real.

Is it expensive?

"It's not cheap, but it's much cheaper than the cost of a new pair of shoes for beginners."

Bai Cong nodded, then turned and left.

Lin Yi watched his figure disappear into the crowd, then jumped off the rock and walked towards Ronnie's direction.

Ronnie was sitting on King Kong's right shoulder, her feet dangling in the air, taking a selfie with the fortress walls as a backdrop, her phone held above her head.

A few ground-dwelling creatures were still jumping down from above the city wall, landing with a few muffled thuds not far behind her, but she didn't even turn her head.

"Ronnie." Lin Yi stood at King Kong's feet, looked up and called out.

Ronnie looked down and saw Lin Yi standing below. She smiled and waved to him, "Doctor, the scenery here is really beautiful. Would you like to come up and take a picture?"

"Come down, I have something to tell you."

Ronnie put away her phone, jumped off King Kong's shoulder, and landed with a slight sway of her trench coat. She then gently braced herself on the ground and stood firmly.

She walked up to Lin Yi, tilted her head to look at him, and the smile on her face hadn't faded yet.

"You just told Bai Cong that the War Scythe can take selfies."

“Yes, I did take a selfie with the scythe. Look—” She showed Lin Yi her phone screen, which displayed a photo she had just taken. The background was the firelight and smoke from the breach in the city wall, and half of her face was reflected in a dark golden light by the blade of the scythe. The composition was indeed quite good.

Lin Yi glanced at the photo, then looked at Ronnie: "That guy contacted me."

Ronnie blinked, as if processing the information in those words. Then, her smile faded slightly, and her tone became tinged with uncertainty and confusion: "So he came to you for weapons?"

"Correct."

"Did you give it to him?"

"I told him to go back to the amusement park and buy boxing gloves."

Ronnie put her phone back in her pocket, put her hands in her trench coat pockets, looked down at the ground for a few seconds, then looked up at Lin Yi again. The confusion in her expression had been replaced by a lighter mood, but at least she didn't seem to be making excuses: "Then I won't mention selfies to him next time."

"You can bring it up, but next time remember to remind him not to just look at the selfie effect when choosing a weapon."

Ronnie nodded, it was unclear whether she really listened or just pretended. Then she took out her phone and took a picture with Lin Yi in the background. After taking the picture, she glanced at the screen, nodded in satisfaction, turned around and ran back towards the battlefield. After running a few steps, she turned back and shouted to Lin Yi, "Your picture is really good, I'll send it to you later."

Lin Yi ignored her, turned around and walked back to the rock to pick up the tablet again.

Before he could even glance at the location update on the screen, the ground began to shake.

Lin Yi raised his head and looked ahead.

The army of earth-walking creatures finally charged up in front of everyone.

A dense, black mass surged out from the breach in the fortress, more concentrated than any previous wave, like a bucket of black beans being poured into a narrow opening, crowding together at the breach before spreading out in a whoosh across the open ground.

The ground-dwelling creatures in the front row moved sluggishly in the low temperature, their claws crunching on the frozen ground, and the white breath they exhaled from their mouths and noses condensed into a thin mist on their faces, making them look like a group of sculptures that had just crawled out of an ice cellar.

"Wei Hua," Lin Yi called out towards the front.

Mika Seien turned around from the front of the line, her eyes sparkling, as if she had been waiting for this instruction for a long time.

"Lead the students and start the attack, don't stop, press on in one go."

"Okay." Mika Seien's voice trailed off, carrying a light, almost leaping excitement.

The 20,000 students behind her began to move simultaneously, their formation unfolding as they moved. The front row held their guns at the ready and crouched down, while the rear row set up their guns and waited for orders. On each flank, a team spread out to encircle them. The entire formation resembled a large net being pulled open, covering the ground-dwelling swarm.

Gunfire erupted within seconds.

The bullets left long, thin streaks of light in the air as they entered the terrestrial species, piercing their scales and shattering inside their bodies.

The front-row Earthwalkers fell the moment the bullets hit them, while the rear-row Earthwalkers continued to charge forward, stepping on the corpses of their own kind, only to be shot down as well, and then the rear-row Earthwalkers would step on them again, in a continuous cycle.

But this time it's different.

Previously, when the students were defending the city walls, they stood on the walls and fired downwards. The angle and field of vision were limited, and many ground-dwelling species were able to rush up the walls close to the base.

Now it's a head-on confrontation, with open terrain, no cover, and no blind spots, allowing the students to unleash their full firepower.

With 20,000 guns firing simultaneously, the density of the barrage was so great that the front-line ground troops had no space to charge and could only fall one after another.

Mika Sacred Garden charged ahead, weaving through the gaps between the bullets and the corpses, crashing into the swarm of ground creatures. She then burst out in all directions like an iron ball thrown into a bowling pin swarm, sending more than a dozen ground creatures flying at the same time. They tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground. Some died on the spot, while others struggled for a few moments before falling still.

"Oysters, oysters," she shouted as she ran, the word coming out of her mouth with a peculiar rhythm, like humming a song only she could hear.

Each time she shouted, she would smash a group of people away, and after smashing a group, she would shout again, repeating this cycle, with increasing speed and force.

The students behind her charged forward, their guns always pointed ahead, and their formation always intact.

Bullets flew past her sides, occasionally one grazing her ear, but she didn't even blink, continuing to charge, continue to crash, continue to shout.

Lin Yi stood on the high ground behind him, watching this scene, and his lips twitched slightly.

He didn't say it aloud, but he had already made up his mind—the sisters weren't smart, but they were strong.

He already knew about Sanctuary's abilities back in Kivotos; you can't expect her to devise tactics, analyze terrain, or assess the enemy situation—these aren't her strengths.

But if you need someone to break through the enemy lines head-on, and you need to crush the enemy in the most direct and violent way, she is the best choice, without needing to be mentioned again.

Her nickname at Trinity is "Pink Gorilla," a moniker that sounds like a joke but is actually a precise summary of her fighting style. The gorilla doesn't need to think about how to open a door; it just needs to tear it down.

Saint Garden Mika rushed deep into the swarm of earth-walking creatures. The hem of her coat was covered with bits of flesh and dust, a few strands of hair peeked out from her headband and clung to her face, and there were several bloodstains on her face, it was hard to tell whether they were the blood of the earth-walking creatures or her own.

The terrestrial swarm rolled to both sides like plowed soil before her, leaving a bloody, mangled path in the middle.

Wherever she rushed, the earth-dwelling plants there would take flight, and once they landed, they would remain motionless.

Ronnie, perched on King Kong's shoulders, took out her phone from her pocket and snapped another picture.

This time, a touch of pink appeared in her viewfinder. The figure of Mika Seien flashed past the edge of the lens, leaving behind a trail of terrestrial debris flying in mid-air.

She watched the replay, smacked her lips, and then flipped her phone over to pat King Kong's left cheek.

“Look at her.” Ronnie’s voice came down from above King Kong’s head, with a slightly frivolous tone. “A female student is faster than you. Is your body just for show? Oh no, your body is a transformation, so it’s not like it’s just for show, but how come you’re not as quick as her when you rush around?”

King Kong paused for a moment. He was sweeping away a patch of ground-dwelling creatures with his arms when he heard Ronnie's words. His movements stopped abruptly, and his hands hung in mid-air, like a statue that had suddenly lost power.

"What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, you're such a big guy, but you're not as strong as a female student when you charge. Aren't you ashamed?"

King Kong's breathing went from steady to heavy, the sound squeezing out of his chest with a low hum, like an overloaded engine. Ronnie felt the shoulder she was sitting on trembling slightly, the frequency and amplitude increasing.

"Yo yo yo, King Kong, you're blushing." Ronnie's voice was filled with the surprise of discovering a new continent. She raised her phone to take another picture, then looked down at the screen. "It really is red, even redder than the scales of that fission species from before."

King Kong did not answer. His body was slightly arched, his spine was bent, his upper limbs were hanging down, and his four paws were on the ground—this was his charging posture in his giant ape form.

Then, like a cannonball launched into the air, he vanished from his spot, leaving a distorted afterimage in the air, and crashed into the army of earth-walking creatures.

The way King Kong rushed in was different from that of Mika Seien. Mika Seien was knocked away, while King Kong crushed her.

His size was several times larger than that of the earth-walking creatures. Every movement he made left a bloody, mangled dent, and every step he took created a deep pit in the ground, the bottom of which was a muddy substance mixed with bits of flesh and frozen soil.

The earth-dwelling species posed no obstacle to him whatsoever, not even slowing him down.

He moved through the terrestrial population like a tank through a meadow, crushing and flattening the blades of grass under his tracks, leaving them no chance to recover.

Ronnie sat on his shoulders, and the sound of her phone clicking away filled the air.

She was filming the scene beneath Vajra King, the expressions of those earth-elemental creatures just before Vajra King's feet crushed them—if they had any expressions at all.

She was photographing the silhouette of the Sacred Garden Flower in the distance; its pink hue still stood out among the terrestrial species.

She was taking pictures of the sky above her head. Snowflakes had already begun to fall, and the grayish-white snowflakes swirled and fell in the smoke, landing on King Kong's shoulders, on her hair, and on the screen of her phone.

She wiped the snow off the screen with her finger and continued filming.

"This angle is good," she muttered to herself, "I'll sit here again next time."

King Kong did not respond to her; he was focused on crushing all living things in front of him, letting out a low roar with each batch he crushed, and then continuing to crush.

His route formed an irregular arc, cutting in from the left flank of the earth-walking army and exiting from the right flank. Along the way, no earth-walking creature could stand in front of him for more than two seconds.

The snowflakes in the sky fell more and more heavily.

The effects of the device continued to spread, and the temperature dropped a few degrees as the snowflakes fell.

The ground-dwelling plants that had just emerged from the gap visibly slowed down the moment they came into contact with the snowflakes.

Some ground-dwelling species suddenly collapsed during their charge, their four claws digging several white marks in the frozen soil before they stopped moving, their bodies curled up in a ball, and the white breath from their mouths and noses growing fainter and fainter.

More ground-dwelling species are still emerging from the gap, but their emergence rate can no longer keep up with the rate at which they are being eliminated.

More and more ground-dwelling corpses were piling up on the frozen soil in front of the gap. Some were still twitching weakly, while others were frozen solid, like stones thrown on the ground.

Lin Yi looked up at the sky, and snowflakes fell on his face, bringing a dry coolness.

The device worked faster than he expected. At this rate of cooling, in less than an hour, the temperature of the entire battlefield would drop to a level where the Earth-going species could not move.

He put down his tactical tablet and scanned the battlefield.

On the right, Mika Seien is still charging forward, her speed undiminished.

The King Kong on the left is still crushing everything, and its path has changed from an arc to a straight line, advancing towards the very center of the gap.

Just as their paths were about to converge at the breach, a wolf howl came from above the city wall.

King Kong paused, raised his head, and looked towards the city wall. His gorilla face grew solemn amidst the snowflakes and smoke.

There was a figure at the gap in the city wall, whose size was no smaller than that of the current King Kong.

It was a giant wolf, its fur grayish-black, gleaming with a dull silvery-gray sheen in the snow, each hair so thick and stiff it looked as if it were woven from steel wire.

Its head is more than twice as wide as that of an ordinary wolf, with thick, prominent muscles in its lower jaw. When it opens its mouth, it reveals two rows of interlocking canine teeth, the tips of which gleam coldly in the snow.

What is most striking are its two front paws, which have clearly been modified and are no longer biological claws, but metal claws.

The giant wolf stood on the edge of the broken section of the city wall, looking down at the battlefield below.

Its pupils looked down from their sockets, locking onto King Kong and Mika Seien, who were striding forward in front of the gap.

King Kong also saw it, and the two giant beasts stared at each other for three seconds on the battlefield.

During this time, all sounds on the battlefield seemed to be muted, with only the rustling of snowflakes falling on metal and the whistling of the wind as it passed through the gaps in the city wall remaining.

Along the spine of the giant wolf was a row of glass pillars, which ran along its spine from head and neck to the base of its tail. Each pillar was about the thickness of a forearm and contained a green liquid that flowed slowly in the snowy light, as if it were part of some kind of circulatory system.

The giant wolf's pupils changed from dark green to blood red, and at the same time, the liquid inside the glass pillars began to boil.

Bubbles rose from the bottom of the columns, and eventually the entire row of columns took on a scarlet luster, like a row of illuminated signal lights.

The giant wolf pushed off the edge of the broken city wall with all its might, sending rubble flying from its paws. Its body stretched out in mid-air, its muscles bulging beneath its fur, as it swooped down toward the King Kong's position.

It landed less than 20 meters in front of King Kong. When it hit the ground, it shattered a ring of frozen soil. Several ground creatures that did not have time to dodge were blown away by the shockwave and rolled several times on the snow before coming to a stop.

Before the giant wolf could even regain its footing, King Kong pushed off the frozen ground and charged towards it.

The distance between the two giant beasts shrank from twenty meters to zero in less than a second. Their bodies collided in mid-air, and the sound of the collision was like two mountains crashing together, which made several students nearby instinctively cover their ears.

King Kong's arms were wedged into the giant wolf's chest, while the giant wolf's metal front paws gripped King Kong's shoulders.

The two giant beasts wrestled with each other, the frozen ground cracking and sinking beneath their feet, revealing gray-white rock layers from beneath the shattered surface.

The muscles in King Kong's arms bulged as they tightened, and the giant wolf's shoulder blades bulged and deformed beneath its fur.

The King Kong's left shoulder was torn open by wolf claws, the metal claws cutting into the fur and muscle, leaving a white mark on the surface of the shoulder blade.

King Kong tilted his head back, exerted his strength, and flipped the giant wolf off him.

The giant wolf flipped in mid-air, landing on all fours and leaving several claw marks on the frozen ground before regaining its balance.

After landing, it did not pounce immediately, but instead lowered its body slightly. The blood red in its pupils became even more intense, and the liquid in the row of glass columns on its back began to overflow with scarlet steam after boiling. The steam condensed into a persistent red mist in the snowy weather.

King Kong looked down at the wound on his left shoulder. The wound was bleeding slowly in the low temperature, but it was deep enough to expose the white bone.

He shook his left arm, seemingly to confirm that the joint could still move normally, then looked up at the giant wolf again.

Ronnie jumped off King Kong's shoulder and landed at his feet. She looked up at the wound on King Kong's left shoulder, then at the giant wolf crouching and gathering its strength in front of her. She then put her phone in her pocket and pulled the short stick from the strap on her calf.

“I’ll help you with this,” Ronnie said.

King Kong glanced down at her, letting out a low snort, indicating that he didn't need it.

"you sure?"

King Kong made no further sound, but simply turned his gaze back towards the giant wolf.

The giant wolf let out a low howl, its body growing even larger in the steam, its limbs and torso stretching out unnaturally with a crackling sound.

The aura of the Vajra King also began to become dangerous.

The two colossal beasts locked eyes once more. (End of Chapter)