Zither Emperor Chapter 421 Chapter 130 Disaster of Bloody Light Blood Color

421: Chapter 130 Disaster of Bloody Light: Blood Color Guard (Part 1)_1 421: Chapter 130 Disaster of Bloody Light: Blood Color Guard (Part 1)_1 The rain fell harder and harder, and the visibility began to deteriorate further.

A cold sensation penetrated everyone’s body through the downpour, and even the hottest blood, flowing from within, was cleansed by the icy rain in the next moment.

The attacks of the Death God’s 500 Warriors were fierce, and the counterstrikes by the Pompeii Giants were just as sharp and powerful.

These mighty warriors who relied on brute strength chose to go berserk first.

Their massive wolf-toothed clubs, once swung, could even knock a Death God Soldier flying.

However, their bat skills and numbers were both at a disadvantage, and they were pletely suppressed by the Death God’s 500 Warriors, who were extremely experienced in battle and radiated a menacing killing aura.

At least from the onset of the charge, there have been injuries among the Death God’s 500 Warriors but no fatalities, while the Pompeii Giants had already sustained casualties close to one-third of their number.

Even though their injured could continue to fight, the moment the two Metal Dragons heavily crashed into the ground, the entire battle situation had bee irreversible.

And just then, the Flore Empire Blood Guard and the two rank Eight Wind attribute Giant Dragons in the sky, having regained their vitality after being freed from the oppression of the Metal Dragons, finally arrived on the battlefield.

Everything was progressing in the most favorable direction for the Milan Empire.

With his hands on the zither strings, Ye Yinzhu revealed a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth.

“The Wild Geese Descend on the Sand,” one of the Zither Sect’s nine famous pieces, effect: Anti-Air.

Even a rank Nine Giant Dragon couldn’t fly in the air after he had reached the level of Ziwei Qinxin.

The feeling of having control over the whole situation was exceptionally delightful to him; he even felt the final victory beckoning to him.

But the smile that Ye Yinzhu displayed stiffened in the next instant.

His deep eyes shrank suddenly, and his entire body froze at this moment because what unfolded before him was utterly unimaginable.

What did Ye Yinzhu see?

He saw that the blood-colored flood, which should have charged at the enemy and utterly crushed the Pompeii Team of the Bo Pang Kingdom, was actually plunging into the ranks of the Death God’s 500 Warriors from the side.

In mid-air, two balls of Wind attribute Advanced Magic, Tornado Slice, fell simultaneously, striking heavily onto the proudly domineering Demon Ape Ah-Da of the Polar Ice.

A burst of blood-fog-like Magic Elements crazily emanated from the Blood Guard, and each Flore Empire Blood Guard soldier enveloped in it had a frenzied, bloodthirsty gleam in their eyes.

Their heavy swords, like butcher’s blades, swung toward the Death God Soldiers.

“No——” Ye Yinzhu roared furiously and immediately rushed forward, heading toward the battlefield.

In that moment, his mind plunged into chaos.

Why was the Flore Empire Blood Guard’s arrival marked by such an intact formation, even more so than the forces of the Bo Pang Kingdom and the Landias Empire?

At this moment, he had pletely understood.

The Flore Empire had betrayed its ally, the Milan Empire, in this Seven Nations, Seven Dragons ranking battle.

No matter if they encountered countries from their own three-nation alliance or the Landias side, they wouldn’t suffer any attacks.

All they needed was to cope with the natural disasters.

And now, just when the Death God Soldiers thought they could obliterate the Bo Pang Kingdom with minimal losses with the help of the Flore Empire Blood Guard, the entire battlefield underwent a massive change.

Who would have thought that the Flore Empire would suddenly betray them?

The two-on-one advantage held by Milan’s side had, in an instant, turned into a two-on-one in favor of Landias, and it was the most treacherous sneak attack.

In the absence of any preparedness, the battle situation reversed in a flash.

As Ye Yinzhu soared and raced toward the battlefield, he even saw that in the two deep pits behind it, two immense figures were gradually climbing out.

It was over; everything was over.

The rain blurred Ye Yinzhu’s vision.

Why did it turn out this way?

It was all his own mistake.

Indeed, no one could have anticipated the betrayal of the Flore Empire, but as the Chief mander, he should have sensed something from the subtle clues.

Even if he had instructed the Death God Soldiers to not charge so swiftly and to clash with the Bo Pang Kingdom a little later, they wouldn’t be so passive.

Regret, anger, the intent to kill – a mixture of plex emotions burst forth in Ye Yinzhu’s mind almost simultaneously.

Patches of blood burst forth on the battlefield.

Under the heavy rain of the Tornado Slashes, Ah-Da let out unwilling roars, and large splashes of blood sprayed out of him, turning his originally white lance red.

His raging eyes looked resentfully at the two Fenglong in the sky, struggling not to let himself fall.

Several Pompeii Giants’ wolf-toothed clubs hit Ah-Da heavily, yet his body remained defiantly upright.

Blood also erupted among the Death God’s 500 Warriors.

In the first instance, the Blood Guard’s heavy swords chopped down on them.

Even the best standard armor could not fully protect against an opponent’s Douqi-charged, poised heavy swords at such close range!

More than a dozen Death God Soldiers fell into a pool of blood immediately.

They didn’t even have the chance to follow Ye Yinzhu’s orders and shout “Retreat to Faran” to leave the battlefield.

The Blood Guard first targeted the Mages at the rear of the Death Team.

Without a doubt, the Mages were the most vulnerable.

Upon reaching the battlefield, they were placed at the very back of the formation, and after the Lance Warriors left them to join the battle, these Mages, who should have been the safest, suddenly faced the enemy’s attack.

The Death God’s 500 Warriors, seasoned veterans of countless battles, had even once confronted an encirclement of tens of thousands of Beastmen in the Northernmost Wilderness—their bat experience was second to none.

It was only now that their true strength in battle was fully unleashed.

The first dozen warriors to be cut down did not die in vain; as the enemy’s heavy swords penetrated their bodies, they used their dying moments to block the enemies’ advance, buying precious time for their rades as their own lives came to an end.

The Death God Soldiers instantly reacted.

At this moment, no one had the luxury to ponder why their allies had suddenly turned into treacherous enemies—they only knew that anyone who attacked them must be killed.

However, the Pompeii Giants from the Bo Pang Kingdom they were facing had also instantly displayed even greater bat strength, sturdily consuming much of the Death God’s 500 Warriors’ energy and time, and time was what the warriors needed.

But where would this time e from?

“Mages, disengage from the battlefield,” Ye Yinzhu’s mind, briefly clouded by chaos, cleared in an instant as he made the most correct decision.

Faced with such a close attack from the elite enemy warriors, the mages had no chance to fight back.

Even their low-level instant magic would be difficult to use in the heavy rain, and even if they did manage to use it, how could it possibly breach the foe’s heavy armor?

Thirty Blood Lightning spells instantly engulfed thirty mages among the Death God’s 500.

This was a unique technique of the Blood Mages from the Flore Empire called Absorption Magic.

The magical power of these thirty Fire Mages was instantly drained away; if the Blood Mages were not stopped, the mages would be sucked dry.

Blood Guards protected the Blood Mages in the front, but what protected these Death God’s 500 mages?

Nothing.

The blood-colored heavy swords were falling towards them.

If they had chosen to disengage from the battlefield and shouted ‘Faran’ at the first sign of trouble, it might have been possible to escape.

After all, the Blood Guard had e from the flanks, and the dozen or so sacrificed Death God Soldiers had indeed delayed their advance.

That’s why Ye Yinzhu had made the correct decision.

However, at this moment, not a single one of the forty-three mages called out those two words.

It was the first and last time they disobeyed Ye Yinzhu’s order since being a part of the Death God’s 500.

A cold and deathly light shone from the eyes of every mage, facing the charge of the Blood Guard like a torrent of blood.

Feeling the magic power being continuously drained by the Blood Mages, the forty-three mages let out a roar in unison that stunned the entire field.

“Death—God—Shall—Not—Perish.”

With their magic staffs raised high, all the mages seemed to have entered a frenzied state at that moment.

Balls of emerald light suddenly blazed forth, facing the charge of the heavy armored Blood Guard as if launching a counter-attack that resembled suicide.

“No—” Ye Yinzhu roared, but he, who hadn’t yet reached the battle front, was utterly powerless to stop what was happening before his eyes.

None of the forty-three mages left the battlefield, none stayed put; their frail bodies were erect as if filled with a staunch resolve.

It was then that the Blood Mages, who were draining their magic power, were horrified to discover that they could no longer draw even the slightest elemental fluctuation from the forty-three mages.

In front of hundreds of Blood Guard soldiers who should have been much more resilient, the mages somehow instilled a deep fear within the Blood Guard.

Emerald green, a dazzling array of it, and the next moment, this emerald green became a sky-engulfing blaze, which burst forth in the vast grassland amidst the windstorm and rain—the emerald flames, like an eternal Soul Fire, burst forth in an instant.

A conflagration made up of forty-three separate fires, the emerald green flames engulfed an area with a three hundred meter diameter.

The once abundant Water Element vanished in that moment, leaving only rage-filled fire, mad fire, desperate fire, sacrificial fire, endless fire…

As the emerald swept through, the first to vanish were the forty-three steadfast figures.

Without hesitation or a shred of regret, the emerald flames burned not just their bodies, but also their willingly sacrificed spirits.

(To be continued.

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