490: Chapter 153 Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Part 1: Cavalry (1) 490: Chapter 153 Battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Part 1: Cavalry (1) Ye Yinzhu stopped in his tracks.
If someone could measure at that moment, they would find that his distance from his own side and the Milan Army in front of him was exactly the same.
It wasn’t a calculated result; instead, it was a feeling, a special sensation that came with entering the realm of unity between heaven and man.
His closed eyes slowly opened.
From afar, Imperial Marshal Martin of the Milan Army from the north seemed to see two beams of gold light enlarging in Ye Yinzhu’s gradually opening eyes.
The clear light was free of any impurities and devoid of even the slightest emotion.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had bee one with the entire battlefield.
Witnessing this, Martin could feel a subtle change in his heartbeat.
“I, Lord of Qin City, Ye Yinzhu, in front of Qin City, on behalf of Qin City, issue a challenge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation to the Milan Empire.
The conclusion shall be either victory or death, witnessed by heaven and earth, witnessed by the gods.
Henceforth, this covenant shall never be destroyed.”
The shouting from both sides fell silent at this moment as Ye Yinzhu’s voice spread out in waves far and wide, clearly reaching the ears of every Qin City Warrior, as well as every soldier in the 300,000-strong army of the Milan Empire’s northern troops.
An oath unto death—this was the death oath pronounced by Ye Yinzhu.
Victory or death.
Through this covenant, he had fully pushed himself into an inescapable predicament.
“Yin Zhu——.” Tears streamed down Anya’s face as she cried out and tried to charge forward to stop Ye Yinzhu, but her hand was held back by Lan Ruxue standing beside her.
Lan Ruxue’s expression was very calm, as if the person who had made the death oath wasn’t her own grandson.
“Grandma Lan, why are you stopping me?
Yin Zhu, he—how can he make such a death oath?” Anya truly wished to prevent the man in the field, her man.
But now, the milky white light that descended from the sky had already mixed with the blood that Ye Yinzhu had drawn when he pricked his finger.
That light of the covenant enveloped his body pletely.
At this moment, no one could change the oath he had taken, nor could anyone stop this battle that could bring the city to its knees.
Lan Ruxue spoke indifferently, “By doing this, he is forcing himself into a corner with no escape.
Only by doing so, can he fully unleash his potential.
Do you think, if he loses, he could still live?
If he loses, not only will he die, but all of us too, except for you, will perish.
That is the inevitable end, and we must accept those consequences.
If he truly loses, Her Majesty the Empress, we will arrange for you and the people of Qin City of a different race to leave together, and never think of revenge.
Just preserve the last of the Eastern Dragon’s royal bloodline for us.”
“No, I won’t go.
He is my man.
If a man dies, can his woman continue to live?
What does royal bloodline or Eastern Dragon have to do with me?
I am me.
If you must assign an identity to me, then I am Ye Yinzhu’s woman.
Anya belongs to Ye Yinzhu, forever.
I am not Li Anya, the so-called Eastern Dragon Empress.
I am just Anya, Ye Yinzhu’s Anya.”
Anya’s emotions calmed even as she spoke these agitated words because she suddenly realized—if Ye Yinzhu really died, she could still be by his side!
Wherever he went, that’s where she would go.
It was fate, determined long ago when those magical hands of his restored her beauty.
The light symbolizing the covenant of the Six Paths of Reincarnation slowly dissipated.
Everyone knew that this covenant was the constraint for the battle between Qin City and the Milan Empire, and regardless of the oute, they must adhere to the rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
A massive blue figure rose into the air from the Milan Army’s side, spanning dozens of meters wide.
Dragon wings unfolded to each side of its body and glided down from a height of several tens of meters, landing with a thunderous crash twenty meters from Ye Yinzhu.
Imperial Marshal Martin looked down at Ye Yinzhu from his elevated position, “I, Marshal of the Milan Empire, Martin, on behalf of the Empire, accept your challenge.
What shall be the first battle?”
According to the rules of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the challenger had the right to decide the order of the first five battles, which is why Marshal Martin posed the question.
Ye Yinzhu looked up at Martin and declared resolutely, “With lance in hand, mount below, the trumpet calls and drums of gold rouse the valiant, and a vigorous soul stirs, urging on unseen forces—invincible.
What ranks first among the forces?
It is the cavalry.
The first battle, cavalry.”
Hearing Ye Yinzhu’s description of the cavalry, Marshal Martin’s eyes blazed with light, “What a matchless type of troops, reigning supreme across the world?
It is indeed the cavalry.
The first battle of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a Cavalry Battle.
Allow me to meet your challenge.”
The loud voice shook the entire field, and everyone on the Milan Army’s side was astonished.
They knew that Marshal Martin, as the leader of their forces, was taking a great risk by stepping forward.
Should he lose, the implications for the entire Six Paths of Reincarnation challenge would carry a markedly different significance.
It would offer Ye Yinzhu an inparable advantage, not just in terms of momentum but in other aspects as well.
Was Marshal Martin unaware that he should not be entering the battle himself?
Of course, he was.
Clearly, he knew that by choosing a Cavalry Battle for the first fight, Ye Yinzhu aimed to defeat him first, thoroughly crushing the morale of the Milan Empire’s forces.
And yet, he still chose to face the challenge.
As the Shield of Milan, the Imperial Marshal, how could he retreat in the face of a challenge?
Besides, he never believed that Ye Yinzhu could best him in a Cavalry Battle.
After all, Ye Yinzhu was a mage, and even with Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation, how strong could he possibly be?
Despite Oliveira’s words to Martin that Ye Yinzhu’s martial skills were in no way inferior to his magic, Martin still didn’t believe it.
Within the boundaries of the Milan Empire, aside from Xi Duofu, who else’s martial skills could surpass his own, especially in his strongest area, the Cavalry Battle?
“If it is a Cavalry Battle, then where is your mount?” Marshal Martin said, hand on his Dragon Spear as he stared intently at Ye Yinzhu.
“His mount is right here.” A deep and robust voice echoed throughout the venue, and a purple figure flashed out from Qin City’s side like lightning, standing firmly beside Ye Yinzhu in an instant.
Seeing this person appear, Marshal Martin was momentarily startled, his brows slightly furrowed, “Are you saying you are his mount?”
The sudden arrival beside Ye Yinzhu was Zi.
Zi nodded lightly, “Indeed, I am his mount.”
A fervent gleam danced in Ye Yinzhu’s eyes, “No, you are my partner, my brother, that’s what you are.”
Zi and Ye Yinzhu both looked up at the same time, and patterns of light with similar designs shone in the air, converging instantly, forming a special bridge between them amidst the wondrous ivory patterns, connecting their souls.
Marshal Martin inhaled sharply.
It was the first time he had witnessed such a contract.
Even though he didn’t understand the nature of this pact, he clearly felt the bond between Ye Yinzhu and Zi—a contract of equals, suggesting that both parties were in a position of parity.
Given Zi’s humanoid form, Ye Yinzhu’s mount must be at least a rank Nine Beast.
No wonder he dared to issue the challenge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation; he indeed had some secret moves up his sleeve.
However, in a Cavalry Battle, even though the mount is important, it is not definitive.
“If that’s the case, then let us begin,” Marshal Martin said calmly.
Raising his hand, he unhooked the Purple Dragon Spear from the back of his mount, the Giant Dragon.
With a light touch of his spear on the back of the rank Nine Water Dragon, the perfectly attuned mount immediately flapped its wings to swiftly retreat a few steps, widening the distance between the two sides.
Marshal Martin chose not to let his Giant Dragon take flight because he didn’t want to take advantage of Ye Yinzhu, who, in his eyes, was of the same rank as Oliveira, albeit a junior.
Moreover, he had already noticed Anya among the opposing ranks.
In the past, Marshal Martin had helped Ye Yinzhu on his path of martial skill cultivation.
Now looking back, it seemed as though the events of the past two years had flown by; that once naive youth had now issued a challenge to him on a battlefield in front of tens of thousands.
Ye Yinzhu, naturally unaware of what Marshal Martin was thinking, knew only one thing—he absolutely could not lose in this Six Paths of Reincarnation challenge.
Zi stood motionlessly, raised his head, and let out a roar that resounded to the heavens.
Instantly, a blinding burst of purple light exploded from his chest.
The massive purple radiance rapidly spread over every inch of his body, and in the next moment, he had pletely transformed into a translucent purple crystal.
This purple, with astonishing speed, expanded rapidly, growing to a towering height of twenty-five meters in the blink of an eye, much larger even when pared with Marshal Martin’s Giant Water Dragon.
The Amethyst Behemoth, the foremost of the Four Great Divine Beasts of the Beastman Tribe, the archenemy of the Giant Divine Dragon, legendary King of the Beastman, appeared on the battlefield for the first time, unabashedly revealing his identity.
His body looked perfect, pletely formed of amethyst crystal, every muscle robust and strong.
His usually unfathomable eyes now blazed with an imposing aura; a strong purple light burst forth as he revealed his true form.
That was not an energy emitted by Zi but the innate aura of the Amethyst Behemoth.
A cry of distress rose from beneath Marshal Martin; his mount, the elder of the Water Dragon City, who had betrayed its kind to work with Marshal Martin for decades in the Milan Empire, the rank Nine Giant Water Dragon, quivered intensely under the tangible pressure exerted by the Amethyst Behemoth.
(To be continued.
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