Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 800 - 635-636: Amidst Flames and Smoke, Laughter Rises; After the Deed, Shedding Fame and Merit (Supersized - —Monthly Ticket Requested)

Chapter 800: Chapter 635-636: Amidst Flames and Smoke, Laughter Rises; After the Deed, Shedding Fame and Merit (Supersized Chapter—Monthly Ticket Requested)

"Naturally, rest assured, Jiangkou Thousand Households."

"We originally intended to head directly to the military camp as reinforcements, but we’ve temporarily changed course to come here. We must ensure the grain supplies are safeguarded without the slightest error."

Everyone solemnly expressed their intentions.

Shuiyue Sect looked towards the location of several large warehouses at the rear, eyes glinting slightly, "Jiangkou Thousand Households, although I see the surroundings of your granary are devoid of anything flammable, and the granary itself is stone-built, making it well-defended, it is nevertheless too dry.

It would be safer to bring water and spray it on the granary surface, completely preventing combustion."

Jiangkou Thousand Households frowned, thinking to refuse.

At this moment, several people already expressed strong agreement, leaving him no choice but to reluctantly comply.

Shuiyue Sect chuckled inwardly, fingers touching a few round objects hidden in his sleeve, secretly thinking, "Once I accomplish this, I can regain my freedom. The only thing I need to guard against is Black Wind Village Chief becoming fat at my expense once I burn the granary.

When the time comes, I might have to find a way to eliminate these people, but fortunately I have prepared."

...

In mid-air, Jiang Dali directed Demon Hawk in a loop, flying toward another patch of forest in the distance.

"Village Chief, you had me imitate General Yitian’s handwriting to deceive these people into coming to this fake granary, just to lure the tiger away from the mountain momentarily so we could go to the real granary?"

Wang Yuyan stood prettily by the chair, retracting her gaze from the distant farm and turning her bright eyes toward the steady Jiang Dali, asking curiously.

Jiang Dali laughed in surprise and shook his head, "No, they’re not worthy of being called tigers. I just want to invite them to personally witness a splendid fireworks show. As for us, we are indeed going to the real storage area."

As he spoke.

Demon Hawk had already flown over the military camp.

Below, the military camp suddenly sounded a loud horn.

A large number of already exhausted soldiers forced themselves to drag their weary bodies into emergency preparation for battle, each cursing endlessly in their hearts.

General Jing Shen, hiding in an ordinary tent, was startled awake by the horn before he had slept for four hours, quickly getting up.

However, this time, Demon Hawk did not directly dive low to attack with Jiang Dali and others, but rather flew straight towards a canyon in the south.

The numerous soldiers preparing nervously saw this and were puzzled, analyzing privately whether Black Wind Village Chief’s move had another deeper meaning.

General Jing Shen’s complexion suddenly changed, sensing something amiss from the direction Demon Hawk flew.

At this moment.

High above, came Jiang Dali’s reckless and mocking laughter.

"Jing Shen, continue being your cowardly turtle; I’m not playing with you anymore. Before leaving, I have nothing to give you, except two fireworks shows. Hope you like them!"

"No good! He indeed found the real grain storage place!?"

Jing Shen’s face turned pale like snow, eyes grew dark, body sinking continuously.

"Stop! ——"

The tent curtain was suddenly lifted, a messenger dressed as an ordinary soldier rushed in, kneeling on one knee to report, "Report to General, the Xinyin, Iga, and Kakashi three clans are diverted halfway to the city’s western farm.

Master Quan Yilang instructs to notify General.

They were urgently requested for aid by General Yitian, heading to the city’s west farm to protect the grain supply!

Once the grain supplies are truly safe, they will come to the military camp!"

"Terrible! Terrible!"

Jing Shen’s heart sank sharply, his head felt like it would explode.

Unable to restrain himself, he rushed out of the tent, lifting the curtain abruptly.

Almost at the moment he dashed out of the tent.

A deafening explosive roar suddenly came from the western distance.

This roar was like a sudden lightning strike, Jing Shen only felt the ground beneath him flip over, several soldiers nearly couldn’t stand steady, bodies staggering, turning back in shock and confusion, looking toward the west.

Only to see from the distant western horizon, astonishing thick smoke gradually appeared, seemingly with intense flames leaping upwards.

The soldiers’ mouths gaped open, faintly sensing something ominous.

Jing Shen’s whole body trembled, muscles at the edge of his cheeks suddenly became stiff, twitching noticeably, eyes staring straight at that direction, mind like thousands of thunders exploding together.

Done for!

Reinforcements sent by the three clans!

All done for!

Done for!!

Within the farm, reduced to scorched wasteland by raging fires.

Shuiyue Sect lay like a beached dead fish gasping with wide eyes, convulsing in agony amidst the flames.

He felt his eyes as if burning, about to melt in agonizing pain, yet he struggled to open them wide, staring in disbelief at the scorched earth and sea of flames around him.

Trying to find his other half body, but had no idea where the blasted body part had gone.

Not far away, even more terrible were the people of the Xinyin Family, their bodies ablaze, burned alive to charcoal.

"Gunpowder! The granary had gunpowder... trap! All was a trap! Black Wind Village Chief! Jing Shen!! Ahhh!"

Shuiyue Sect roared in crazed anger unwillingly.

He, the mighty Shuiyue Sect, was about to die so easily.

Moreover, to die by his own hand.

Simply because he believed Black Wind Village Chief’s words and blew up the granary with Thunder Fire.

Wanted to open his mouth, only to feel a nearly numb burning pain throughout, body lost all sensation, consciousness beginning to blur, smelling only the scent of his own roasted flesh, with one last thought in his mind.

—So, when I die, being cremated, it feels like this? Just like a roast piglet!