368: Chapter 112: Wearing the God-killing Crossbow (Middle)_1 368: Chapter 112: Wearing the God-killing Crossbow (Middle)_1 Just as the Gabimon Beast of Thor’s Hammer safeguards Thor Hammer Fort, the Solomon Tribe’s Soul of Solomon spear-throwers, in conjunction with their behemoth beasts, protect the Solomon Fortress.
A force of 10,000 spear-throwers distributed throughout each legion is enough to prevent the dragon cavalry of the humans from advancing.
This time, perhaps it was because Ye Yinzhu and the others caused too much stir, among the five legions besieging them, surprisingly, there was a group of 500 spear-throwers.
That was the only spear-thrower unit in the Thunder God Tribe!
Li Sha was already prepared.
Once the enemy launched an attack on Ye Yinzhu and the others, regardless of what Xi Duofu’s orders were, she would definitely rescue them, even if it meant unleashing a forbidden curse.
Fortunately, she didn’t spot a behemoth beast among the enemy’s battle formation.
It was unusual for the beastman army, which usually included several behemoth beasts in such collective battles, to lack one this time.
This, however, eased her concerns to some extent.
Just as Li Sha was preparing to cast the forbidden curse, she suddenly noticed a strong dark golden glow appearing below in mid-air.
Before she could react, she and Asis’s silver dragon bodies simultaneously trembled.
The scales on their abdomens shivered in response to the powerful stimuli, prompting them to subconsciously ascend higher.
Their eyes reflected a hint of astonished confusion.
“What is that?” Li Sha murmured, taken aback.
Asis smiled wryly, “It seems that Ye Yinzhu can resolve this on his own.
This foreign clansman really knows how to supply us with surprises.
I’m curious as well.
What kind of weapon could this be that even we can feel its sharp edge?”
When the Dwarves handed the God-killing Crossbow to Ye Yinzhu, they had thoroughlyexplained to him how to use it.
Nevertheless, this was Ye Yinzhu’s first time deploying it.
The moment he stepped on the bottom board of the crossbow, a domineering energy surged into his body instantaneously.
A profound soul breath at once entered Ye Yinzhu’s soul imprint and fully municated with his spirit of the sea.
Ye Yinzhu felt a proud and arrogant emotion, a deep affection for the God-killing Crossbow.
Suddenly, Ye Yinzhu realized that when Master Ronaldo originally forged this crossbow, he might not have been destroyed by the wrathful thunder, but rather, he might have drawn the wrathful thunder to himself on purpose in order to purify his physical body, fuse his soul with the crossbow, and create an extraordinarily aggressive divine artifact.
Being enshrouded by the God-killing Crossbow, the first sensation Ye Yinzhu experienced was physical tightness.
He was confined inside the crossbow, though the clamp of energy he felt was not mechanical, but gentle.
Next, what Ye Yinzhu felt was an extension of his body.
His three-meter body, encased in the God-killing Crossbow, seemed like his authentic self, his back carrying sharp fluctuations of energy as if it were a sword in his hand.
With a clanging metallic sound, as Ye Yinzhu stepped up the hill with his right foot, he surprisingly found that his body wasn’t as heavy as expected.
Although it wasn’t as light as before, there was a harmonious feeling, with only a sense of solidity and stability being transmitted from every part of his body, just like a hefty mountain.
Clang, clang, Ye Yinzhu stopped at the top of the hill.
As he quickly brought his legs together to form a broad base, the giant three-meter crossbow was taken off his back and the breastplate split apart.
With a symphonic metallic rhythm, it merged with the dark gold giant crossbow.
The front end of the bottom base rose and bined with the giant crossbow to form a special axis.
Ye Yinzhu’s voice echoed from the God-killing Crossbow machine, “All warriors, prepare to reap the target.
I mand you to strike with the utmost speed and retreat immediately without any delay.”
With that simple cold mand, everyone was astounded to find an icy, almost cruel tone to Ye Yinzhu’s voice.
It didn’t seem to belong to Ye Yinzhu, pletely shattering his usual elegance.
Even Ye Yinzhu himself found it weird.
His heart, at this moment, was filled with an aura of slaughter, and the fluctuations in Douqi and magic in his body were resonating with the energy released by the God-killing Crossbow.
The soul of the God-killing Crossbow, whether it was Ronaldo or now Ye Yinzhu who was using it, was engulfed by the aggressive influence of the crossbow.
The Dwarf Tribe Elder, Lucino, once warned Ye Yinzhu that the God-killing Crossbow’s attack power was immense, but it should be used sparingly.
This was because the crossbow had a significant impact on the user’s emotions.
Those without a firm will would undoubtedly be affected by the God-killing Crossbow and it would alter their emotions and thoughts.
The more frequently one used it, the greater the impact.
It was for this reason that, although the Dwarf Tribe knew of the crossbow’s enormous strength, they would avoid using it if possible.
They never wanted the powerful warriors using the God-killing Crossbow to be affected by the emotional influence of the crossbow and create a problem.
At Ye Yinzhu’s icy mand, all the warriors picked up their weapons again, regardless of their injuries.
Including the mages, not a single one of the Reaper 500 remained seated.
More than ten days may be a short time in one’s life, but for these warriors, particularly the 200 warriors and mages who joined later, the time was enough to truly understand the meaning of survival under these circumstances.
Every day, they faced the threat of the imminent beastman army, wandering between life and death.
In the grind between life and death, they truly understood the meaning of survival.
After battling five thousand with merely five hundred, they realized that only by entirely obeying mands and giving their all in each battle, they would have a chance to survive.
Raising his hands cloaked in thick, dark golden armor, a golden crystal glows between his fists in the void, followed by a golden beam stretching between the ends of the bow.
As his hands pulled back slowly, a colossal elemental fluctuation visibly appeared around Ye Yinzhu’s body.
Even the six elemental pressure exerted by the Silver Dragon could not pare to the sight before them.
This was the true manifestation of all attributes.
A hundred meters away, one could just make out the minute glimmer of the elements in the air.
At fifty meters, those luminescent particles had taken form, like strands of hair.
Under the sunlight, the dazzling multicolored glimmers collectively formed a rainbow, congregating around Ye Yinzhu.
At ten meters, the particles grew into noticeable points of light, as if a cloud of luminescent grains the size of grains of rice enveloped the dark golden giant.
At one meter, the particles of light merged, congealing between the crossbow machine as the dark golden crossbow string was slowly drawn back.
A gigantic white arrow of light, approximately three meters long and as thick as an arm, materialized slowly on the crossbow machine’s groove.
This was an arrow created from the fusion of all elements.
Similar in essence to Flash and Thunder’s elemental bullets, but the piercing potency on the arrow carried a sharpness that Flash and Thunder’s elemental bullets could not pare with.
Everyone, including Oliveira and Ye Hongyan, from the Reaper 500 felt their senses plunge to its lowest in an instant, as if they were at risk of getting injured by the blade-like sharpness just from taking a step.
“FIRE!” Ye Yinzhu’s icy shout echoed through the heavens like the shattering of a silver jug.
The golden lights streaming into the sky from earlier had instantly subsided, and the viscous elemental fluctuation around him had also disappeared the moment the golden crossbow string stretched out.
The white arrow with a golden bowstring held steady.
Erye Yinzhu’s hands, concealed beneath the enormous machinery, found their place on the control stick beneath the crossbow.
His entire body rotated around the base in an instant, silently adjusting the angle of his crossbow.
The crossbow arrow, shimmering faintly in white light, slowly pointed in the direction of the Beastman’s Five Legion.
Somewhere along its trajectory, the Beastman’s Five Legion simultaneously halted their advance.
The most severe reaction was from the two legions of wolf riders whose wolf steeds howled piteously beneath them.
With the God-Killing Crossbow pointed at them, they whimpered and shivered fearfully without daring to make another move forward.
This was the power of the divine artifact— the absolute potency of a pleted offensive divine artifact.
The Reaper 500 were unable to see that at this moment, within the metallic hood that enveloped Ye Yinzhu’s head, a new golden-red ring of light had emerged.
The movement of the crossbow carriage had ceased under Ye Yinzhu’s control as the pinpoint of the arrowhead was directed towards the Lion Man Tribe Army.
The crossbow carriage did not swerve anymore, but the white pointed arrowhead gradually moved downwards, initially aimed at the Lion Man Tribe Army but now directed at the ground precisely between the Lion Man Tribe Army and Ye Yinzhu’s team – the 500 men.
The fierce aura disappeared, and the 10,000 Lion Man Army heaved a sigh of relief.
Yet despite their relatively lower intelligence as Beastmen, none dared make any hasty movements.
The Silver Dragon in the sky and Ye Yinzhu’s panions by his side could recognize that the God-Killing Crossbow was a divine artifact, and so could the Beastman Clan.
In a battlefield, a sole divine artifact could potentially overturn the course of a battle if there was no divine artifact of equal might for retaliation, which was a scenario already played out in the history of the continent’s warfare.
As a result, they hesitated.
None of the leaders of the Beastman Five Legion had expected, just as they were pushing these Milanese Warriors who had killed so many of their clan to a corner, to face a divine artifact.
It must be noted that Ye Yinzhu’s team had not employed any divine artifacts during their previous battles which spanned more than ten days.
Inside the God-Killing Crossbow Machine, Ye Yinzhu’s eyes erupted with two dazzling stars, his hands merged in front of his chest, with the divine light in his eyes filled with confusion.
A faint surge of energy ascended steadily, each wave bringing forth a dangerous aura.
Ye Yinzhu’s stable spiritual imprint was currently withstanding the intense waves of murderous intent emanating from the God-Killing Crossbow.
If the Spirit Sea were to be promised by this murderous intent, he would inevitably turn into a Demon King of Slaughter.
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