Zither Emperor Chapter 590 Chapter 185 Storm Hammer Part 2_1

590: Chapter 185: Storm Hammer (Part 2)_1 590: Chapter 185: Storm Hammer (Part 2)_1 Four giant wind attribute dragons—they had no chance to stop their spellcasting, and the next moment, an overwhelmingly powerful surge of thunder and lightning force burst forth instantaneously.

Once Ming revealed his single eye, his vision surpassed even that of the Elf Tribe, and he could naturally discern the core initiator of the forbidden curse.

As a result, the unfortunate elder of the wind attribute became the target of the Storm Hammer.

The boom was not particularly intense, but almost in an instant, the formidable elder of the wind attribute, a majestic rank nine giant dragon, was turned into a charred black color.

The Dragon Speech Magic was forcibly interrupted, and the intense shock and power of thunder and lightning, under the full strength release of the Thunder God Tribe totem and the mountain giants, almost reached the level of a Super Divine Artefact.

Without any suspense, with just that simple hammer strike, the body of the rank nine giant dragon had already turned to ash.

Kusler’s reaction was quick; sensing a strong crisis, he immediately jumped off his mount.

However, his movements were still half a step too slow.

A strong paralyzing force instantly spread throughout his body, followed by a wave of dizziness, and then he knew nothing more.

The strength of a Zi rank powerhouse was certainly mendable.

Most of the power of the Storm Hammer had been blocked by that rank nine Fenglong elder, and what Kusler endured was merely the aftershock.

Yet even this aftershock was enough to knock him unconscious.

The mightiest artifacts, after all, were of an entirely different caliber.

Also affected were the other three wind attribute giant dragons.

As rank eight giant dragons, the intense thunder and lightning aftershocks immediately swept over them and their riders, causing them to fall into unconsciousness almost at the same time as Kusler.

The stunning effect of the Thor’s Hammer was much more formidable than the sluggish spears thrown by the Tree Spirit Druids.

The aftershock alone was capable of affecting so many powerful beings at once, demonstrating its ferocity.

The three dragons, along with their riders and Kusler, fell towards the ground simultaneously.

Meanwhile, the Thor’s Hammer Point seemed to be pulled by a special thread, returning to Ming’s hand.

However, Kusler and his panions were rather lucky; the Dragons’ magical resistance is much stronger than that of humans, and they only endured the aftershocks of the Storm Hammer.

Therefore, by the time the three giant dragons had fallen halfway, they had already regained consciousness.

Feeling the strong force of gravity, the three Fenglongs were shocked and panicked.

They quickly enhanced their wind attribute energy to the limit, spread their wings wide, and tried to counteract the force of the fall as much as possible.

But the weight of the Dragons was simply too great, and with the fully-armed Dragon Knights riding them, slowing such a massive momentum was easier said than done.

Especially since Kusler’s falling body accidentally smashed right onto one of the wind attribute giant dragons.

The sound of bones breaking clearly emanated from the base of the wings of the three wind attribute giant dragons.

When these three giant dragons, enduring severe pain and carrying a total of four Dragon Knights, finally landed on the ground, their dragon wings had already fractured from the base.

Such injuries were exceedingly severe for Dragons, and after the previous injuries sustained by the riders, the people of Flore had finally lost all their Dragon Knight powerhouses.

When Kusler finally came to, he suddenly realized how wonderful it was to be alive.

Although he didn’t crash to the ground, having been caught by the giant dragons, the shock he experienced and the residual force of Thor’s Hammer greatly burdened his already extremely exhausted body.

The battle at the Spirit City continued to be ferocious, but at this moment, for some reason, the Marshal of Flore could no longer summon a shred of desire for bat.

He knew that Flore had no chance of winning the war.

The moment the last forbidden curse was interrupted, it was destined that Flore would lose its last opportunity to enter Milan.

The logistics and supply lines had been without news up to this point; forgetting supplies, not even a bit of information had been transmitted.

Even the fifty thousand troops he had sent for reinforcement had vanished without a trace.

Five hundred thousand troops—when he set out, it was a full five hundred thousand, but now?

How many were left?

Facing the Milan Eastern Legion, such a weakened force, what had he achieved?

Defeat, defeat and more defeat.

Kusler himself was somewhat baffled by how the battle had turned so disastrous.

Back then, when he accepted the appointment in Florence, the capital of Flore, and became the Grand Marshal of the entire army, how spirited he was.

The Blood Color Guard, the Blood-Mages, the Heavy Cavalry, the bat Mages assembled from across the country, bined with a steel tide prising a full five hundred thousand troops—this army, built with the full might of the nation, failed to bring any benefits to Flore.

Kusler’s heart had somewhat died.

Gazing vacantly at the Flore warriors who continued to charge relentlessly, he couldn’t even bring himself to feel anger.

Ming left the cultivation room, leaving only Zi inside.

Zi’s exhaustion may not have been much less than Ming’s, but his strength was after all a level below Ming’s.

There was a fundamental gap between Sub-God rank and Zi rank, and therefore, he naturally required more time to rest.

Just then, suddenly, a dazzling glow burst from Zi, and he fiercely opened his eyes, which were full of surprise.

All over his body, purple magical runes kept appearing without his own incantation; his human form had transformed into a translucent amethyst.

Layers of purple magical mist incessantly seeped out from within him, and with every surge of the massive energy fluctuations, Zi could distinctly feel the return of his power.

What was happening?

Originally, Zi had a long way to go before returning to his peak condition, but at this moment, he could clearly feel that the energy emanating from deep within his bloodline and spirit had almost instantaneously restored all the power he had lost.

He found it difficult to understand what exactly was happening, but the energy within his body kept on ascending.

The awakening of the amethyst bloodline always brought more formidable power, and with the emergence of this immense strength, Zi’s muscles and meridians kept swelling.

One after another, brilliant bursts of purple light exploded from inside him.

Already at the peak of rank nine, Zi, supported by this vast energy, finally launched a fierce assault toward his ultimate goal.

Suddenly, Zi understood; he realized why such a tremendous force had e to him.

He thought of his panion, his brother.

Yes, it must be Yin Zhu.

Only when his power surged to another level could the equal life-bonded contract bring me such immense benefits.

Yin Zhu, what on Earth have you done?

How could you possibly bring me such a massive amount of energy?

When we made the contract, I always meant to help you with my rising power, but what you’ve given me is much, much more than I have given you.

Indeed, Zi’s guess was correct; the source of his current power was Ye Yinzhu.

And he wasn’t the only one to receive this enormous energy; Shan and Lei, hidden within Ye Yinzhu, were also beneficiaries.

The dark red cocoon, imparting a sense of spring warmth, finally stopped its glowing pulsations.

Everything had congealed in silence into one.

The cocoon had bee a solid entity now, looking as soft as satin.

Acpanied by the even breathing sounds from within, the dark red cocoon gently undulated as though it were a heartbeat.

The gong sounded on the battlefield, signaling Flore’s prologue to retreat.

The Flore Army, which had attacked like a tidal wave, now retreated just as quickly as they had charged, leaving behind a battlefield nearly covered with corpses.

Kusler had no other choice.

When his deep and hoarse voice announced to break camp and retreat, the entire military campaign of the people of Flore came to an end.

The massive losses made it extremely difficult for the people of Flore to consider another offensive.

Kusler’s decision was undoubtedly the right one; if they did not retreat at that moment, once the mounts were exhausted of their flesh and strength, even if the people of Flore wanted to retreat, they would no longer have the physical capacity to do so.

Leaving behind no fewer than two hundred thousand corpses, the people of Flore left.

What remained was only the thick scent of blood and a multitude of bodies.

Anchelotti would naturally not pursue them.

When the scouts reported back, announcing the true retreat of the Flore Army, Spirit City, all at once, became a sea of joy.

They had won, Milan had won, the Eastern Military Corps had won.

The people of Flore had finally retreated, and the greatest threat to Milan had at last left the battlefield.

This joy was almost indescribable.

Even though the bodies of the warriors were incredibly weary, at that moment, their spirits reached an ecstatic peak.

Long live Milan, long live the Eastern Legion, long live Marshal Ye.

Countless shouts of acclaim resonated non-stop within the city.

This offensive and defensive battle, this fierce campaign, was not just a simple matter between the nations of Milan and Flore.

It also disrupted what was once a pletely one-sided war situation, turning the scale of victory from skewed to balanced.

The Milan Empire, under the most disadvantageous circumstances, had finally grasped a bit of the initiative.

Immediately, Anchelotti issued orders, sending out a large number of scouts in pursuit of Flore’s Army, keeping an eye on their movements to prevent any possibility of a sucker punch from the people of Flore.

Meanwhile, nearly all of the city’s surviving forces were deployed to bury the corpses outside the city right then and there.

Fortunately, it was winter.

Otherwise, such a vast number of bodies could rot and potentially bring the disaster of plague to Spirit City.

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