423: Chapter 130 Calamity of Blood, Blood Color Guard (Part 2) (Vote for Monthly Tickets) _1 423: Chapter 130 Calamity of Blood, Blood Color Guard (Part 2) (Vote for Monthly Tickets) _1 “No one will escape, no one can escape,” Ye Yinzhu said, seemingly unaware of the Metal Dragon’s plight.
He lowered his raised hands, and at that moment, an ancient zither appeared on each of his knees.
Different zithers, different auras, yet equally grim.
His two four-fingered hands simultaneously touched the zithers.
Two different melodies arose at the same time.
On the left, the melody of “High Mountain Flowing Water” from the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither; on the right, “Dragon Flight Movement” from the Desolate Dragon Breath Zither.
Two distinct melodies invoked two massive Divine Music Halos, one enpassing the entire battlefield, the other shooting straight into the sky.
Waves of intense purple light surged forth, making the noble and cold Zither Emperor’s black hair flutter in the air.
Streaks of blood-red fissures appeared on his eight fingers.
The tremendous strain of playing two Artifact rank ancient zithers simultaneously was monumental.
But what of it?
Even if the price was higher, no one could stop him from continuing to play at this moment.
The faint light continued to intensify, and with each elevation, the battlefield grew colder.
A layer of blood now coated the puddles on the ground.
The figure of the Pompeii Giant was being pletely obliterated, his berserk roars filled with sorrow and unwillingness.
Ye Hongyan appeared, dashing out the moment the two zither melodies sounded.
Behind him followed twenty Death God Soldiers wielding heavy swords.
They were all connected to that layer of purple-black light, and at this moment, they turned direction with unstoppable explosive power and murderous intent, charging towards the Blood Color Guard.
Luckily for Hillary, captain of the Blood Color Guard, he had been at the rear of his squad from the start.
Watching as the emerald flames devoured many of his subordinates, he had bee somewhat dazed.
He never expected that human bat will could elevate to such an extent.
But after all, he survived.
Now, listening to the zither melodies that made his body go weak and watching the twenty-one blood-soaked figures enveloped in purple-black light rushing towards them, he had no will to fight left at all.
Just like the Fenglong above, his only thought was to flee, to get away from these devils.
They weren’t human; they truly were devils!
Surrounded by two Death Teams in a surprise attack, he witnessed the turn of the battle in an instant, and even two Metal Dragons stood no chance against them.
Flee, for no power could stop these devils anymore.
Hillary nearly hysterically screamed the name Faran.
Just like him, the surviving members of the Blood Color Guard, without exception, cried out the words that could allow them to flee the battlefield.
At this moment, whether they lived or died, these elite warriors terrified out of their wits would never ascend to the pinnacle of the martial path.
Their confidence was shattered, with no tenacity left to cling to.
Ye Hongyan and the Death God Soldiers moved swiftly.
As the echoing cries of “Faran” rose, they had already charged into the enemy’s ranks.
The Blood Color Guard, during those five seconds of delayed teleportation, truly became a crimson sea of blood.
Boom—, the torrential rain from the sky turned into a rain of blood, with large beads of blood drifting from the sky.
The figure of the Fenglong was gone, not even having the opportunity to cry out the name Faran.
When faced with two Water Dragons, Ye Yinzhu was able to strip them of their flight ability and crash them into the volcano with “Dragon Flight Movement.” How could it possibly escape the exploding effect of that zither piece?
More unfortunate than its panions who could leave an intact corpse, its flesh shattered, blood dispersed, washed away by the storm, leaving not a trace in this world, and even its spirit was utterly destroyed in the raging “Dragon Flight Movement,” losing the chance for reincarnation, let alone return to the Dragon Clan Cemetery.
The blood-red figures were gone.
Of the Blood Color Guard, less than ten managed to flee the battlefield, including the leader Hillary.
The ground was awash with blood, its strong metallic scent not nauseating the Death God Soldiers but rather fueling their frenzy even more.
“Death—God—Will—Not—Perish,” Oliveira roared at the sky as his heavy sword finally cleaved through the sturdy body of the last Pompeii Giant.
In that moment, his blue giant sword also snapped off in the body of his opponent.
The rain continued to fall, acpanied by thunder in the sky.
The heavy downpour was cleansing the Death God Soldiers of the blood on their bodies.
But, all it could wash away was the blood coating the warriors.
As long as the surviving Death God Soldiers were standing, their spines remained as straight as a pen, not a single one of them using their weapons to support themselves.
The dark purple Douqi glow had vanished when Oliveira delivered his final sword strike that killed the Pompeii Giant.
For this final victory, to tear every enemy to pieces, the Death God Soldiers had united their souls, filled with the same murderous intent and deathly aura, and overused their own strength.
They were successful.
The warriors of the Flore Empire and the Bo Pang Kingdom, more than eight hundred strong, lay dead before them, not one left alive.
Not even a single plete corpse was left behind—limbs and broken bodies were strewn everywhere.
However, the Death Team had undoubtedly paid a tremendous price due to the betrayal of their allies.
At this moment, only three hundred were standing, alive.
Reaper 500 had reverted to Three Hundred Grim Reaper.
Apart from the forty-three Mages who had sacrificed their surge of energy, over a hundred Death God Soldiers would lie forever on this great prairie.
Even among the living, none had intact armor.
Demon Ape Ah-Da of the Polar Ice lay on the ground, his body covered in a layer of frost that wouldn’t melt in the rain.
If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, no one would know he was still alive.
An important reason they had achieved such a glorious victory, annihilating the enemy under an absolute disadvantage, was the Li Sha’s poisonous blood smeared on their weapons.
Although the rainwater diluted the poison, the virulence, potent enough to bring down dragons, still inflicted heavy casualties on the Pompeii soldiers.
Ye Yinzhu slowly stood up from the ground, his gaze turning to the distance, where two golden figures swayed as they flew closer from afar.
The defensive power of the Metal Dragons was indeed astounding; not even Shan’s evolved Flash Thunder spells, approaching the power of a half Forbidden Curse, could cause them any real harm.
They were the last and the strongest bat force of the Bo Pang and Flore kingdoms.
“I’ll go,” Oliveira said, lifting his Heavy Sword again.
Although it was just a short sword, the bloodlust in his eyes was incredibly intense.
Starting with him, each Death God Soldier, no matter how seriously wounded, raised their weapons.
Their synchronized movements in the pouring rain kicked up sprays of water mixed with blood.
“Nobody move,” Ye Yinzhu ordered, holding two Ancient Zithers, as he slowly stood up from the ground.
The blood-red color had disappeared from his eyes, but the profound coldness became even more apparent.
“This is my responsibility.” Speaking thus, he took heavy but firm steps, advancing towards the approaching golden figures.
The Death God Soldiers silently parted to create a path, watching their mander slowly walk out of formation.
A dazzling dark golden light suddenly appeared before him, and without hesitation, he stepped on the solid base.
In an instant, the surging golden light exploded, a strong dark golden light burst forth, forming a huge dark gold light sphere with a five-meter diameter on the ground.
Emitting this light was the God-killing Crossbow’s main body—a giant dark gold Crystal Stone of one cubic meter.
Acpanied by a series of low and pleasant metallic friction sounds, the golden Crystal Stone, as if melting, flowed along the unique patterns of the crossbow into Ye Yinzhu’s body.
Amidst the flickering golden light, he was integrated into it.
With a transition from a deep rumble to a resonant clang, starting from below, the light instantly covered Ye Yinzhu’s whole body.
The God-killing Crossbow transformed into a peculiar Armor, protecting every part of his body.
Now, the two-meter-tall massive crossbow mechanism was pletely integrated with his body, the entire person concealed within its confines, reaching an impressive height of three meters.
Thick, robust legs covered by the crossbow mechanism were at the base, and above was the vastly exaggerated lower abdomen and breastplate.
The Armor of the arms was even more peculiar, resembling a series of blade-shaped barbs.
The massive gold Crystal Stone that had previously existed now pletely melted into this strange Armor, being the harmonious core of it all.
The domineering edge and the chilling intent to kill merged into one.
Clang, clang, Ye Yinzhu stopped at the top of the hill, his legs quickly came together beneath him, merging into a wide base.
The massive three-meter crossbow was detached from his back, the chestplate splitting open as it merged with the dark golden crossbow, the bulge at the front of the base connecting with the massive crossbow to form a special axis.
He lifted his thick, dark golden armored hands, and in the void, a golden crystal lit up between the fists.
Between the empty spaces, a golden beam stretched across the bow’s ends, and as his hands gradually pulled back, a vast elemental fluctuation visibly surrounded Ye Yinzhu, acpanied by dazzling colored lights, the ethereal dark gold bowstring slowly pulled taut.
A giant white light arrow, around three meters long and as thick as an arm, took shape in the crossbow’s slot.
It was an arrow born from the fusion of all elements.
“Fire!” Ye Yinzhu roared, his cold voice ringing out like the crack of silver breaking through the air.
The dark golden light that had previously soared into the sky now pletely converged in an instant, and the thick elemental fluctuations around him also vanished as the golden bowstring was drawn.
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