Chapter 109 - 97: Ghost Eye Cannon Tower
Chapter 109: Chapter 97: Ghost Eye Cannon Tower
A continuous splattering and cracking sound echoed from outside the city wall.
It was the sound of rain and Meat Worm Ghosts slamming against the City Wall.
"Hehehe..."
To Chen Fan, the sound was exceptionally pleasant, like the sweet chime of a cash deposit. He turned to Lame Monkey and the others behind him, then quickly walked toward the opening marked with a sign that read "Meat Grinder Passage."
"Let’s go. We’ll check it out from up top."
A scene like this had to be witnessed firsthand to be truly appreciated.
’The Meat Worm Ghosts can’t fly 40 meters high, can they?’
Ascending the winding Meat Grinder Passage, the section of the City Wall hiding the entrance retracted. Chen Fan lay prone at the opening and cautiously poked his head out to look outside.
He froze for a moment, then couldn’t stop himself from blurting out.
"Fuck!"
He didn’t swear often.
But this time, he truly couldn’t hold it in. Profanity was like a mischievous imp; no one wanted to let it out, but sometimes, it just burst forth uncontrollably.
Lame Monkey, who was right behind him, also peeked out. Upon seeing the sight, he too let a curse slip.
"Holy fuck!"
From several nearby openings, the astonished cries of Zhou Mo and the others could be heard, mixed with the sound of the rain.
His original plan had been simple.
Activate the Wind Tower, use Gale Inhalation, and pull in a small part of the Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide passing through the canyon.
But perhaps he had underestimated the power of Gale Inhalation.
And overestimated the weight of the Meat Worm Ghosts.
The resulting scene was...
A massive, distorted, funnel-shaped airflow, visible to the naked eye, was sucking countless Meat Worm Ghosts into the canyon—and not just into the Deep Pit.
They were also continuously slamming into the rock walls on both sides of the canyon.
The Meat Worm Ghosts were brownish-black.
Right now, it looked like a giant...
Only a few crashed against the City Wall. Most slammed into the canyon’s sheer cliffs and the walls surrounding the Celestial Pit. The screams of innumerable Meat Worm Ghosts formed soundwaves that reverberated endlessly within the canyon.
THUD.
Chen Fan personally watched a Meat Worm Ghost smash against the rock wall, causing almost no damage. But then more and more of them smashed into the very same spot.
Viscous green fluid splattered continuously.
Gradually, they wore a shallow, dark-green pit into the rock.
Lame Monkey muttered under his breath, "Young Master, this is causing too much damage to the camp. After the Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide recedes, the canyon walls will be a mess, covered in these dark-green pits... It’s not very appealing, is it? Are we going to have to fill them in afterward?"
"Fill them in?"
"No, no, no."
Chen Fan remained prone at the opening, looking down at the scene below. He could feel the rain SPLASHING on his head, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
"This is the best possible resume."
"After the rainy season ends, we’ll have to make formal contact with other factions. Weren’t we planning to build a marketplace, like the Jiangbei Marketplace?"
"I hadn’t found the right location yet."
"But now I have. We’ll set it up on the ground along both sides of the canyon. Then, everyone who comes will be able to see these densely packed, dark-green pits."
"Everyone will know."
"That we—"
"survived a massive Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide!"
"Isn’t this the best badge of honor we could ask for?"
Chen Fan was extremely worked up. His original plan for Meat Grinder Stage Two was to place a cannon tower every five meters along the entire thousand-meter canyon.
Now, he felt that was thinking too small.
It felt like tens of thousands of Meat Worm Ghosts had died in the canyon. Perhaps they could place a cannon tower every five meters at various heights.
"It’s just a bit of a shame..."
Chen Fan looked toward the canyon entrance with a regretful expression. The wind direction was wrong tonight. The main bulk of the Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide was brushing past the canyon entrance.
Even with the Wind Tower’s Gale Inhalation at full power...
...it had only managed to suck a small fraction of them into the canyon. The rest were carried far away by the night wind. It was like sucking on a piece of cured meat—you get most of the oily flavor, but not a single bite of the meat itself.
"Ping City is eating well tonight."
He looked toward Ping City with a hint of envy.
If the night wind didn’t change direction, this batch from the Ghost Tide would travel over mountains and rivers to reach Ping City. Just how many Ghost Stones would that be worth...
He suddenly felt that the rainy season could actually be beneficial for humanity.
As long as you were strong enough.
This was the best time to quickly acquire Ghost Stones.
Something like the Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide never appeared during the normal dry season.
Of course.
If you weren’t strong enough, you’d end up like he had at the old camp: a lone boat in a vast ocean, facing an endless Meat Worms’ Ghost Tide, sinking into infinite fear and despair.
"It’s still much safer here."
Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn’t help but sigh with emotion again.
Just then—
"Young Master, they’re gone."
"Gone?"
Pulled back to reality, Chen Fan looked into the canyon. The massive, distorted, funnel-shaped airflow was still churning violently, like a butter churn, but the vast number of Meat Worm Ghosts was gone.
There was only some loose gravel and debris.
"And just like that, it’s over."
Feeling a bit unsatisfied, Chen Fan stood up. After raising the section of the City Wall to seal the opening again, he turned and walked back down the Meat Grinder Passage toward the interior of the cavern.
"Let’s go, time for a look."
...
The Wind Tower had already stopped spinning.
The Wind Tower should have been scrapped after being battered by so many Meat Worm Ghosts, but thanks to the altar’s repairs, it was now completely intact. The City Wall had also been fully repaired.
"Hic..."
Chen Fan stood outside the cavern, looking up at the Level 3 City Wall at the entrance. He watched the Ghost Blood Pattern on its surface flicker with a crimson glow and felt as if he could hear the pattern letting out a satisfied burp. Unable to resist, he provided the sound effect himself.