755: Chapter 240: Dong Long Martial Skills: Moving a Thousand Pounds with Four Ounces (Part 2) 755: Chapter 240: Dong Long Martial Skills: Moving a Thousand Pounds with Four Ounces (Part 2) Just as these thirty thousand soldiers fully charged into the sea of corpses, something bizarre happened.
Bloody and even mutilated large hands suddenly lifted, tightly grasping the feet of the Minotaurs and Bear People as they were running.
Although nowhere near strong enough to halt the heavy troops of the Beastmen, when tens of thousands of hands reached out simultaneously, the advance speed of the three major Beastman Legions almost instantly slowed down, as if they had been struck by an Earth Attribute Mud Swamp Technique.
Next, even the Beastmen were struck by a sight that filled them with terror.
On the ground, the bodies of the Wolf People and Leopard People, which were already corpses, somehow rose to their feet.
As long as a corpse still had a head, it would abruptly stand up.
The weapons in their hands, which should have been used against humans, were now being swung fiercely at the friendly troops before them.
It was not only Wolf riders and Leopard People who stood up, but even the wolves that the Wolf riders had been mounted on.
Although all of them were light infantry among Beastmen, the number of forty thousand was sufficient to bring the momentum of the three powerful armored legions to a plete stop.
These Wolf People and Leopard People knew nothing of pain; the weapons in their hands, their sharp claws, and their teeth all became instruments of attack.
Some Bear People even had several Wolf People clung to them, madly tearing at their fur and flesh.
Such a bizarre scene left all the soldiers from both sides dumbfounded.
What was going on?
No one understood.
The Qin City Army did not take the opportunity to launch a charge, and even they became somewhat stupefied.
Why would the enemy, who was about to engage them, suddenly start slaughtering each other, and even with the bodies they had killed themselves—what exactly was happening?
Ye Yinzhu seemed to pay no attention to these events and was still quietly playing his Ancient Zither.
The plaintive and wistful music floated in the air, only now no one noticed him, the instigator of it all.
After a brief moment of terror, the three mighty Beastman armored legions finally showed their ferocity.
No longer caring whether the ones attacking them were allies, the Bear People, Minotaurs, and Ape Men began to launch a frenzied assault on these corpses.
The bat power of the Wolf People and Leopard People couldn’t possibly pare to that of the three legions.
Moreover, Wolf People and Leopard People without heads were unable to fight, so the situation quickly turned around.
The massive hammers of the Bear People, the stone columns in the hands of the Minotaurs, began to smash these Wolf People and Leopard People corpses to pieces.
If this continued, while the advance of the three heavy armored legions was being delayed, they weren’t taking much damage.
After all, their own physical defensive power was still far stronger pared to the offensive power of the Wolf People and Leopard People.
A chilling smile appeared at the corner of Ye Yinzhu’s mouth.
It was time.
The originally sorrowful and delicate zither music suddenly turned fierce.
The ear-piercing sound was like the howling of ghosts, as sharp as needles making one’s head split with pain.
It was at this moment that another game-changing event happened on the battlefield.
Boom—The body of a Wolf Person suddenly exploded into pieces, leaving countless wounds on the Minotaur in front of it with flesh and bones flying.
This was just the beginning.
Soon after, every still-living Wolf Person and Leopard Person, even their mounts, began to explode like ignited fuses in a frenzy.
The three charging Beastman armored legions were like they had been strapped with a chain of bombs, with endless roars sounding off.
However, the bombs were the Beastmen’s own bodies.
In a moment, the battlefield was filled with flying limbs and entrails, and a bloody mist shrouded the three major Beastman legions.
Though battle-hardened for many years, the soldiers of the Northern Legion couldn’t help but turn pale; some with weaker constitutions began to vomit.
It was no exception for the Qin City soldiers.
Among the four infantry corps, the younger ones, in particular, started vomiting right on the spot.
They were closest to the gruesome scene and the strong scent of blood kept assaulting their senses.
The Minotaurs, Bear People, and Ape Men let out pitiful screams as limbs and bodies of Beastmen spread across the battlefield, which had turned into a veritable hell on Earth.
Tiger King Jo Cole looked at this scene in horror, his voice nearly trembling as he called out, “Devils, this is the power of devils.”
Guti fiercely punched Jo Cole and sent him flying, “Fool, if you dare to shake our military’s heart again, I will be the first to kill you.
This isn’t the devil; it’s the human Necromancers.”
Was Guti any less shocked than Jo Cole?
Of course not, the terror in his heart was in no way inferior to the Tiger King’s, but he managed to appear much more posed on the surface.
When he saw those bodies rise up to obstruct the three legions’ advance, he had already realized the presence of Necromancers among the enemies.
What he didn’t understand was just how powerful a Necromancer must be to control forty thousand corpses at once and turn them into undead creatures.
In previous battles with the Milan Empire, there had never been an appearance of undead creatures.
Yet this time, they appeared so suddenly.
Could it be that the Milan Empire actually possessed a battalion of Necromancers?
No, it was the zither music that caused all this.
The previously abrupt and piercing music finally reached the Lion King, who abruptly lifted his head, looking towards Ye Yinzhu who was seated on the back of Machino the Iron Dragon in the distance.
Ye Yinzhu continued to play his ancient zither, his expression still as serene as ever.
The sound of the zither was ethereal, and because of the distance, Guti could no longer hear it.
But his subconscious told him that everything that had happened was related to this zither-playing man.
“Withdraw the troops,” Guti made a decisive call, issuing the order to retreat.
The Beastman army did not retreat directly but surged forward swiftly, hoping to bring back the thirty thousand Beastman warriors who had survived the Corpse Explosion.
Ye Yinzhu’s voice echoed in the air, ringing in the ears of every Qin City Warrior, “Face the bloodshed.
If all you can do is vomit, then you do not deserve to be warriors of Qin City, nor do you deserve to be part of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.
Only through the baptism of blood can you truly grow.
Charge.”
Indeed, while a large number of Qin City soldiers were still vomiting, he issued the mand to charge.
In terms of training troops, Ye Yinzhu admitted he was not as good as Oliveira; the formations of Qin City’s Four Major Infantry Corps, all trained by Oliveira using unique and powerful Eastern Dragon martial skills, could not possibly exist in the Milan Empire.
However, when it came to leading troops, Ye Yinzhu was certainly no less capable than Oliveira.
On the battlefield, he would not show the slightest cowardice, leading with iron-blooded resolve, something he learned from Marshal Xi Duofu.
The charge began.
Although the Triangle Battle Formation formed by the four Qin City Corps became somewhat disordered, they still charged out.
At the tip of the Triangle Formation, a brilliant purple light shone amidst a sea of dark yellow Douqi, equivalent in strength to the Rainbow-grade Blue and Green ranks, piercing directly into the lingering blood fog.
The zither music suddenly turned solemn.
This time, a formidable intent to kill was revealed from the Super Divine Artefact, as circles of deep purple halos surged forth, enveloping the bodies of the Qin City Warriors.
As the solemn zither music infiltrated the spirit of the warriors, the fear in their hearts instantly vanished, replaced by an unstoppable killing intent.
Only the Super Divine Artefact – Deadwood Dragon’s Roar could, in an instant, transmit the miraculous zither music into the ears of each warrior amidst the intense killing intent.
And so, with their Douqi shining brightly again, sixty thousand Qin City warriors ignited their Douqi, charging madly into enemy ranks, wielding their sharp swords.
The three Major Armoured Beastman Legions indeed possessed astonishing strength, and despite the vast number of Corpse Explosions, only one-third had lost their bat effectiveness.
The majority of the casualties were the less defensively powerful Ape Men.
However, even though many Bear People and Minotaur warriors were still alive, their hearts were pletely overtaken by fear.
This was not their first battle, but such a bizarre war was a first for them.
It seemed to be beyond the scope of power to contend with.
It was not just about the morale; many Minotaur and Bear People warriors were so fearful they had wet their pants.
Looking at their wounds, looking at the fragments that used to belong to their rades, these surviving Beastman warriors had pletely fallen into a state of panic.
At this moment, the bright Douqi spread amidst the crimson, and a purple glow swept over their throats.
When death descended, many Beastmen felt not pain but relief.
Perhaps, only death could take them away from the fear before their eyes.
Guti closed his eyes in anguish, for even now, he had not sent the Golden Legion into battle.
Because he did not know how many more terrifying abilities the enemy had.
At the same time, he absolutely did not want his Golden Legion to endure the magical onslaught of the Milan Northern Corps’ Mages.
The order for retreat was issued again, this time for a direct withdrawal.
The remaining four legions, originally intended for rescue, rapidly withdrew from the battlefield, not daring to make contact with the Qin City Warriors.
Along with the main force of the Golden Legion, they quickly retreated towards the direction of Thor Hammer Fort.
But could Guti really be content?
No one could be, after having seen seven legions annihilated.
And so, finally, the Gryphon and Thunderbird aerial legions took action from mid-air.
A large number of rocks fell from the backs of the Gryphons, each the size of a human head.
The Gryphons themselves were strong attackers, and this method of throwing stones was inspired by the human catapults.
Stones thrown from several thousand meters in the air were something even the strongest with Douqi did not dare to face casually.
(To be continued.
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