The person trying to catch a turtle in a jar has beco the turtle.
Of course, the main reason is that their weapons malfunctioned.
The weapon that was once unstoppable, capable of slaying the Undead Tribe with a single stroke, could now only scrape their skin.
Aside from adding a few more scars to the Undead Tribe, it had no substantial effect.
Defeated from start to finish!
The defeated had no will to fight, only the fate of being slaughtered!
Larkin Davenport spat into his palm.
He was ready to go!
He never expected that he, who was originally sent by Han Caldwell as a decoy, would end up as the commander-in-chief of the three armies!
Not only did he control military power, but he also successfully annihilated Demarco Mount’s forces at Moon Villa!
He gained fa in just one battle!
This was an achievent for rescuing Han Caldwell along the way.
If Sutton was pleased, or after rescuing the emperor, the reward would be far beyond this.
He might even stand side by side with Han Caldwell!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he beca.
Had he known that Demarco Mount’s n were just a bunch of useless wimps, why would he have been so cautious?
Indeed, the Undead Tribe was still powerful.
What made them so fearful, their so-called secret weapon, beca scrap iron after cutting down a few people.
Among those cut down were the usual martial artists who ca to assist; their deaths also consud a large amount of coating.
The defeated forces were strewn with corpses!
Demarco Mount’s people had no tactics, no formation, they only thought of reaching the city gate to leave quickly.
But to their disappointnt, the Undead Tribe pouring in outside couldn’t be killed; after grievous damage, Demarco Mount’s n could only leave behind their corpses.
"Holy Master, it seems we... have been defeated."
An official responsible for observation ran in panic towards Cold Nelson.
"What! How is this possible!" Cold Nelson slapped him, knocking him to the ground.
"We have a secret weapon, those Undead Tribe mbers are no different from ordinary people in front of us! How can we fail! This Undead Tribe’s fighting power is nothing compared to the guards I personally organized!"
His eyes turned blood red, his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Holy Master, it’s true!"
The official covered his face, kneeling on the ground, pointing to the direction of Moon Villa: "Our people were defeated completely, trapped inside, unable to get out!"
"Holy Master, should we send reinforcents!" A military officer carefully asked as he ca over.
They still had a unit, not large but a few hundred strong.
And all were equipped with that kind of weapon.
It could form a combat force.
"Telescope!"
Cold Nelson grabbed the telescope, stepped onto the high observation tower, watching the slaughter at Moon Villa!
The scene was horrifying!
Was this a battle?
No.
It was a massacre!
Demarco Mount’s people, with blades in hand, couldn’t cause any damage to the Undead Tribe!
It was like giving them a massage!
"How could this happen!" Cold Nelson’s face turned pale, his body trembled even more violently.
It’s over.
His assets were all gone.
After this battle, he would have no way to give an account to Eliezer Pine.
His position as Holy Master was also precarious.
How could this happen!
"Soone, get the Ministry of Military Supplies Director here!"
He shouted loudly!
"Holy Master, the person responsible for procuring weapons has already fled. Before we arrived, he left under the pretext of an excuse."
The soldier reported below.
"Catch him! Peel his skin, pull his tendons!"
Crack!
Cold Nelson crushed the telescope, closing his eyes in despair.
It’s over.
All over.
"Holy Master, what do we do now? If the brothers in the city don’t get reinforcents, they might..."
"Do you still want to keep dying!"
Cold Nelson shouted angrily, jumping off the observation tower. "Let’s go! Return!"
His only remaining assets couldn’t be squandered.
Moreover, the journey was fraught with danger; without these people to guard him, it would be very hazardous.
"But in the city..."
"Don’t you understand what I’m saying!" Cold Nelson grabbed the man’s neck, lifting him high: "They’re already finished, there’s no way to get them out! If we return now, we can regroup our forces! Otherwise, we’ll all die!"
Fortunately, beneath the Dusty Platform were Eliezer Pine’s people, along with Demarco Mount’s forces!
Although the people he brought out were completely annihilated, it also gravely injured Demarco Mount, leaving them still with so fighting strength.
He couldn’t mobilize Eliezer Pine’s people.
He could only mobilize the Left Hill guard organized by Cold Nelson himself, along with those martial artists he brought to assist.
"Let’s go!"
Taking one last look at Moon Villa, Cold Nelson jumped into the car reluctantly, his face ashen.
...
"We surrender!"
"As long as you don’t kill us, we are willing to serve you!"
"Spare our lives!"
Demarco Mount’s people knelt on the ground, raising their weapons high, crying out in despair.
They were utterly defeated.
Most of them were dead.
The Guard Commander’s body was nailed to the city gate.
Thirty-seven knives were inserted into him.
"Sorry, we of the Undead Tribe don’t lack for people!"
Larkin Davenport, with a cigar in his mouth and hands stuffed in his pockets, spoke proudly.
Pyrrhic victory!
Half of his n were dead too.
Although the front-line guard was completely destroyed, Larkin Davenport knew that Demarco Mount should still have so strength preserved.
But victory was ultimately secured.
Moreover, wasn’t Boulevard also with reserve forces?
"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
Blood splattered everywhere.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Bodies piled several ters high on the streets.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Soone wiped the blood off their face and ca to Larkin Davenport for instructions.
"Find Mr. Han Caldwell! Our purpose here is to find Mr. Han Caldwell and kill Devlin! Search, check every corner, even the toilets!"
With that, Larkin Davenport led people to start searching.
Outside the city.
Seventy miles away.
There was a village.
The village was strange, surrounded by weapons all year round.
"The ancestor has ordered! Gather Earthfiend!"
Levin Lake raised his Token, broke into the village, and shouted loudly.
This was the gathering place of Earthfiend.
Only when facing extrely difficult problems would Earthfiend be called upon to act.
Back then, it wasn’t the Sword Cultivators who killed the Eighteen Alliance; they rely participated in the operation.
The real reason was due to a change at Demarco Mount, and outside forces sought to covet Moon Villa.
Pranay Martinez instructed Levin Lake to lead Earthfiend and eliminate the Eighteen Alliance leaders who coveted the villa.
Now, being able to command Earthfiend again made Levin Lake extrely excited.
"Understood."
In the village, seventy-two villagers ca out.
These villagers carried various weapons, including hoes, sickles, and wooden sticks.
The leading one carried a rolling pin.
"No ti to waste, let’s set off quickly."
Levin Lake said excitedly.
"Don’t rush, it’s almost dug."
A few were using hoes to dig a pit in the ground.
"What’s this for?"
Levin Lake leaned over for a look.
The pit wasn’t shallow, about a ter deep.
"It’s done!"
The villager with the hoe comnted.
Bang!
The back of Levin Lake’s head was struck hard with the rolling pin!
His head cracked open.
The body fell directly into the pit.
"The ancestor said you are a waste and unworthy of living!"
The man with the rolling pin said, waved his hand, and the people behind imdiately filled in the soil.
"Let’s go, ti to kill."
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