Zither Emperor Chapter 552 Chapter 173 Unbreakable City War Behemoth Part 1

552: Chapter 173 Unbreakable City, War Behemoth (Part 1)_1 552: Chapter 173 Unbreakable City, War Behemoth (Part 1)_1 At that moment, the mountain-toppling Glacis returned.

If entangled by a fifty-thousand-strong army, indeed it would not have been easy for the hundred Behemoth Monsters to break free.

However, with fire spreading all around, the formations of the Flore Soldiers simply couldn’t be effectively organized, and faced with the charge of a War Behemoth, who could dare say they could stop it?

Standing guarded by his personal soldiers, Kurd watched dumbfounded as the immense body of Glacis moved to rendezvous with the Behemoth Beasts, then glanced at the thick black smoke already billowing skyward, muttering to himself, “It’s all over, everything is over.

I thought this wouldn’t be a difficult task, but who would have expected an ambush from the Beastmen?

Is this the retribution for Flore, for our betrayal of Milan, and now we are betrayed by the Beastmen.”

As the blood nephew of Marshal Kusler, the mander of Flore, and the youngest General in the military, Kurd’s future was once very promising.

Kusler had expressly entrusted his nephew with this relatively easy but very important task, fearful that the logistics center might be promised.

Yet the current situation, without any warning, was beyond anyone’s imagination.

Just as the supply depot started to burn, most Flore Soldiers had just finished dinner and were in their most relaxed state.

Of the fifty-thousand regular troops, less than thirty percent were fully armed and equipped.

With the chaos within the camp, even if Kurd’s mand abilities were stronger than those of Maldini, the Shield of Milan, he wouldn’t be able to turn the tide quickly.

With a thunderous boom, a lightning bolt struck from the sky, instantly blasting a large pit into the ground, effectively blocking the advance of the Behemoth Beasts.

Kurd was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, could it be that the heavens are helping me?

If so, then I might still have a chance.

However, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case.

Seeing the lightning, the Behemoth Beasts, in the midst of their frenzied massacre, immediately sobered up a bit.

They swiftly turned their heads and looked towards the War Behemoth Glacis.

Zi Ao stood on Glacis’s back, a deep resonant frequency unique to the Behemoth Beasts emitted from his mouth, shaking the brains of each Behemoth Monster, waking them from their bloodthirsty berserk state.

At this moment, Glacis also turned around, trampling countless people of Flore as he charged eastward.

With him as the spearhead, the resistance against the Behemoth Beasts significantly diminished, and they swiftly headed east.

In just a moment, they burst out from the Flore Army Camp.

As Kurd watched the Behemoth Beasts break out of the camp and head east, his mind went blank.

He was acutely aware of the consequences of the destruction of this camp.

It didn’t matter that he was only the Marshal’s nephew, even if he were the son of the King of Flore Empire, such a grave responsibility could not be escaped.

“Chase them, chase them for me, kill these Beastmen bastards.

Don’t even think of living if you can’t kill them,” he yelled, nearly hysterical, as Kurd, wielding his Heavy Sword, led the charge.

Of the fifty-thousand regular troops, nearly four thousand had been killed or wounded in the charge and retreat of the Legion of Behemoth Beasts, with a large number trampled under Glacis’s feet, fully demonstrating the terrifying killing power of the Behemoth Monsters.

It must be said that Kurd was an excellent General.

Although overseeing the larger picture from behind the lines, he never neglected the training of his troops, and for this reason, when his order was given, at least twenty thousand soldiers quickly responded, following Kurd in pursuit of the Behemoth Beasts as they left.

Some even quickly assembled a cavalry unit using mounts gathered from the vicinity that had not been affected by the scent of the War Behemoths.

The retreat of the Behemoth Beasts was as decisive as their arrival.

In a short time, their bodies, towering over ten meters, could move at incredible speeds.

Kurd could only watch as the Behemoth Beasts pulled further and further away, even as he drove his mount to near death with his whip, unable to shorten the distance between them.

No, I can’t let them go; how do I explain this?

The effort to extinguish the fire had bee impossible.

You have to understand, the supplies gathered at this logistics center amounted to nearly half a year’s national taxes from the Flore Empire!

It was enough to support half a million troops for over three months of warfare.

Just gone like this, ten heads wouldn’t be enough to pay for this.

From a distance, the Legion of Behemoth Beasts suddenly vanished from sight, disappearing into a dense forest.

Kurd’s despair turned to relief.

Having previously led troops in battle against the Beastmen, he was well aware of the Behemoth Beasts’ shortings.

Though impressive jumpers and fast runners, their immense bodies were a disadvantage; they couldn’t fully utilize their speed in such dense woods, whereas human Cavalry could be much faster.

Realizing this, Kurd’s spirits lifted, and he hastily ordered his men to quicken the pursuit.

The dense forest was getting closer.

Just then, a deep, angry roar resounded.

Kurd caught a glimpse of a yellowish light illuminating the forest in front of him.

Before he could react, a sharp aura was already rushing towards him.

Kurd was quick, his Heavy Sword swung up instantly, raising a trail of green Douqi.

With a clang, he felt a tremendous shock throughout his body, a mighty force transmitted through his sword, nearly dislodging the Heavy Sword from his grasp.

It was only then that he had a clear view.

The weapon attacking him was a heavy spear, approximately two meters in length, with sharp points at both ends.

A peculiar feeling came from the spear as if his entire being had bee sluggish.

He had no time to react before suddenly realizing that the space around him had cleared.

Following that, his legs gave way, and he was thrown off his mount.

Although Kurd had managed to block a spear, that didn’t mean his unicorn could do the same.

Another spear penetrated the stout chest of his mount, nailing the unicorn firmly to the ground with its powerful force.

He wasn’t the only one to meet this fate; the Flore warriors around him had suffered the same.

At least three hundred soldiers and their mounts at the forefront were pinned to the ground by the forceful spears.

Furthermore, the Flore soldiers charging from behind, due to their swift advance, collided with their fallen rades, creating instant chaos with soldiers and horses overturned.

Such powerful spears made Kurd’s first thought the Bear People from Solomon Fortress.

Although human forces included spear-throwers in their ranks, how could they possess such strength?

They were still four hundred meters away from the forest ahead, and human arm strength simply wasn’t capable of hurling spears such a distance.

Before Kurd had time to contemplate further, another wave of spears flashed past, claiming hundreds more lives from the people of Flore.

Acpanied by deep roars, Kurd saw the towering figures within the forest, each standing five meters tall.

Indeed, they were the Bear People, and they were the most powerful in terms of strength.

Hundreds of enormous Bear People were slowly emerging from the forest, with spears flying from behind them.

At that moment, the forest in Kurd’s eyes had bee the epitome of terror.

Being subjected to military discipline was better than immediate death on the battlefield; at least he had to convey this astonishing news to his uncle.

The Flore defense between their campaign against Milan and the fortress of the Beastman War God Tribe naturally became extraordinarily vulnerable.

If the Beastman Clan took this opportunity to attack Flore, the consequences were unthinkable.

Even at the cost of his life, he had to warn his uncle!

With this in mind, Kurd could no longer focus on pursuing the Behemoth Beasts; instead, he roared the order to retreat.

Spears rained from the woods, and after leaving behind more than fifteen hundred bodies, the people of Flore finally vacated the dreadful place.

The thick smoke in the distance, still distinctly visible even from afar, signaled to anyone that Flore’s logistical supplies were exhausted—that was the supply for a five-hundred-thousand-strong army for three months!

Only after the Flore forces had pletely disappeared from the battlefield did the Giant Bears walk out from the forest.

There were only two hundred bears, and flanking them were five hundred Tree Spirit Druids armed with spears, each wreathed in a faint yellow glow.

This yellow light was not the innate ability of the Tree Spirit Druids but emanated from the Giant Bears beside them.

Of course, they weren’t actual Bear People but Claw Druids from Qin City.

Leveraging the innate talent and roar of the Claw Druids, the strength of the Tree Spirit Druids had increased by thirty percent in an instant, leading to even the Green-rank powerhouse Kurd barely managing to defend against them.

Being Druids themselves, their coordination had reached a profound level of perfection.

Ye Yinzhu and his party emerged from the forest simultaneously with the two groups of Druids, acpanied by leaders of various warrior sects from Qin City.

Orchid Sect Master, Lanqing, who had led the elite warriors from the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans, couldn’t help but ask, “Yin Zhu, why didn’t we exert our full strength?

These pursuers are just over ten thousand and already demoralized.

If we had mitted fully, it would have been no issue to annihilate them pletely here.”

Ye Yinzhu smiled faintly, and before he could speak, Oliveira at his side answered the question for him, “Because our aim this time isn’t to clash head-on with the opposition.”

(To be continued…

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