Volume 1: First Arrival at Long Life Chapter 155: Slaughter of a Hundred Million for the Hegemon
At this time, all the strong men who came from the Ha Chi tribe were beheaded, and Ye Chen quickly returned to Blue Rain City, where the war was still going on fiercely.
The battle of offense and defense has been going on until now, with countless casualties on both sides. Corpses are scattered all over the ground within dozens of miles, and the entire land is stained red with blood.
Ye Chen's gaze swept across, the Ha Chi army still had nearly 200,000, but the Blue Rain tribe's garrison was less than 100,000. At this rate, the Blue Rain tribe was bound to lose. Because by now, the soldiers were already exhausted, the soldiers of the Divine Machinery Camp didn't even have the strength to open their bows, and the ordinary archers were no exception.
The brave warriors of the Xiong Battalion, gritting their teeth and straining to lift large stones to throw down from the city wall at the Hacha army, but Ye Chen could see that they were also exhausted.
The soldiers guarding the Blue Rain City had a look of desperation on their faces, with firm and majestic eyes, some with tears streaming down their faces. Those tears were shed for the people of the Blue Rain tribe, for their own loved ones.
They were really exhausted, drained of energy, and unable to withstand the tiger-like army of Hacha. Once the city was broken, the millions of people of the Blue Rain tribe would suffer endless slaughter, their relatives, wives, children would all face slaughter and humiliation!
Mountains and rivers will be shattered, my heart still has resentment.
I swear to burn with a general's soul and splatter a bellyful of hot blood.
What is there to fear in death for a man of honor? Corpses lie on the battlefield.
Blood stains thousands of miles, all for the peace and stability of our homeland.
The brave warrior died, his soul returned to the great earth.
Dear one, don't be sad.
For the sake of our people, for the sake of honor, even if I die a thousand times, I will have no regrets!
On the city wall, someone suddenly sang a folk song, and instantly, thousands of soldiers wiped away their tears and sang along. Each of them was covered in blood, singing out regret and no remorse.
A tragic atmosphere spreads out, and the tens of millions of citizens in Blue Rain City weep.
Hou Yu stood in the center of a six-sided diamond-shaped altar in the central area of Blue Rain City, and on the altar was an ancient stone pedestal about one meter high.
The entire altar is only about one zhang in size, with its surface carved with ancient seal characters, filled with the vicissitudes of time, emitting a long-standing and precipitous aura, as if it has gone through endless years, spanning the vast expanse of the ages.
The stone pedestal was square, only one foot in size, with a blue light ball at its center, as if it had grown on the pedestal. The blue light ball had intricate patterns woven into it, forming mysterious and ancient hieroglyphics.
At this time, Hou Yu's gaze fell outside the Blue Rain City, listening to that majestic song, a sense of despair in her heart. Could Ye Chen not save the Blue Rain tribe either? Slowly, she gently placed her right hand on the blue light sphere, quietly waiting inside.
"Ye Chen..." The soft call of the rain was followed by a hint of sorrow and reluctance in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a determined and resolute color. Once the city is broken, she will unhesitatingly use her own blood to burst through her palm, pouring all her essence into the blue crystal ball, using her life to protect the entire Blue Rain City, preserving the lives of millions of its people. This is one of the missions that every generation of Holy Maidens bears.
Outside the city, Ye Chen stood in the distant void, watching this scene, listening to the soldiers' songs, looking at them covered in blood and exhausted, yet still squeezing out their last bit of strength to defend Blue Rain City, his heart was overwhelmed with a sense of tragic heroism.
He even saw the iron-blooded General Xiu, who was also in tears at this moment. He thought of the promise he had made to Hou Yu, that gentle and soft girl who occasionally showed a bit of girlish playfulness in front of him. Ye Chen's heart suddenly softened.
Looking at the shouting and killing, constantly rushing towards the city gate, wanting to break through the Blue Rain City, Ha Chi's army looked at this group of invaders, Ye Chen's heart gradually became colder than ice.
"Killing ten thousand people makes one a hero, killing a hundred million people makes one the greatest of heroes. Today, I, Ye Chen, will be the master of heroes for once. Even if countless evil spirits entwine me and endless karma weighs on my body, what can be done about it!"
Ye Chen let out a low shout, his cold voice echoing through the heavens and earth. He took a step forward, his feet treading on thin air as he strode towards the city gate. In an instant, he landed a hundred meters in front of it. With a flicker of thought, the Wheel of Reversal burst out from the Sea of Fate, transforming into a two-meter-long demonic blade that shone with a dark aura, its presence suffocating.
At the moment he fell, the magic knife swept across the four directions, and a string of blood gushed out in an instant. The sound of screaming was endless, the cries rose and fell, the endless blood rain rushed to the sky, and the severed heads flew up densely.
Killing God! One Shura Killing God!
One slash, just one slash, and hundreds of Haicheng soldiers were beheaded, the dark red blood on the magic knife converged into a continuous trickle, Ye Chen's silver armor was stained with fresh blood, almost dyed crimson.
"The wheel of defying fate, in that bygone era, you indulged in the blood of countless strong warriors. Today, I'll let you indulge in blood once more. From this day on, let the evil forces entwine around me as I truly embark on the path of defying heaven!"
Ye Chen's voice was like the sound of a demon god, frightening the Ha Chi army so much that their souls were trembling. The defenders on the city wall saw Ye Chen descending from the sky, mighty and unstoppable, and immediately felt a surge of morale, as if a new-born power had poured into their bodies. The soldiers opened fire again, shooting to kill the enemy.
A rain of arrows fell from the sky, taking away a large number of lives from the Hacha army, and the cries of agony and screams echoed through the heavens.
In the distance, Ha Che Wang was shocked and lost his color. He saw with his own eyes that the general wearing silver armor had fought with Lao Zu and left the battlefield, but now he appeared on the battlefield again, while Lao Zu was nowhere to be seen. Could it be that even Lao Zu was no match for this person? How is that possible?!
Thinking of the worst possibility, Ha Che Wang trembled with fear. Seeing that man guarding the city gate and slaughtering his own army, Ha Che Wang's eyes widened in anger, his spiritual energy surged, and he roared: "All troops listen to my orders, keep charging at him, I don't believe he won't be afraid of being haunted by evil spirits. When the time comes to face the heavenly calamity, bring down the karma fire, even gods will be burned to ashes, let alone he is just one person, it's exhausting just thinking about it, as long as his spiritual energy and blood are exhausted, it's his death sentence. Brave warriors, kill him! Whoever takes this man's head will be directly promoted to Grand Marshal, rewarded with a fief of ten thousand miles!"
Driven by the prospect of enormous benefits, Ha Che's army suddenly became frenzied, although they knew they would surely die and wouldn't be the ones to wait for that person's spiritual energy and blood to dry up, losing their combat power before taking his head. However, they still harbored a glimmer of hope in their hearts, thinking that if they could really kill this person and capture Blue Rain City, even if they died, they would have made great contributions, and their families would surely receive the king's reward and live a good life.
"Kill!"
"Kill! The garrison of Blue Rain City has lost its strength. As long as we kill this person, taking down Blue Rain City will be like taking something from a pocket!"
One by one, the scarlet soldiers shouted loudly to boost their morale, and charged forward fearlessly, trampling the corpses on the ground with their wolf-riding cavalry.
Rumble!
Ahh-ooo!
Like a tidal wave, the wolf cavalry and light infantry rushed forward, dense and endless.
Ye Chen's magic knife was raised, pointing diagonally at the blue sky, with a surge of murderous aura all over his body. He took a step forward and charged towards Ha Chi's army, his knife flashing horizontally, wherever he pointed, no one could withstand him, in one step, hundreds were killed, not a single person could cross the Thunder Pool, corpses piled up on the ground, countless blood splattered into the sky, blood rain poured down, cruel and bloody. The soldiers guarding the city walls watched with their hearts frozen in terror.
Ye Chen, alone with his knife, silver armor, black magic knife, reaping souls and taking lives, killing people like cutting grass. His eyes were filled with indifference, icy coldness towards enemies, and disregard for life, without even a hint of emotion, as if he was facing not a group of people, but a group of lifeless zombies.
Such a massacre was also tempering Ye Chen's will, making his will colder than ice, harder than iron, and more solid than rocks!
Endless hordes of Hagrid's army advanced in succession, Ye Chen swung the magic knife in his hand, slashing out one black blade after another, wherever they passed, Hagrid's army fell down in pieces, like cutting wheat, as if the god of death had descended upon the world, swinging the scythe of death towards all living things.
The demonic sword tempered by the wheel of reversal drank its fill of fresh blood, and its body trembled slightly, as if conveying a joyful mood.
Ye Chen's body was surrounded by more and more corpses, after an hour, the corpses had piled up into a nearly twenty-meter-high mountain. He stood at the top of the mountain of corpses, holding the blood-dripping magic knife, his killing aura surging wildly, his black hair flying in all directions, intimidating countless armies.
"Ha! Brave warriors, kill him for me! His spiritual energy and blood are almost exhausted. Now is your chance to make a name for yourselves!" Ha Chi's voice boomed like thunder, his thick voice echoing across the battlefield.
Ye Chen ignored Ha Che Wang, since he had already started killing, then he would use the lives of these Ha Che soldiers to temper his will.
Ye Chen, one man with a knife, the blade's edge sweeping across the sky, left and right chopping and slashing, sweeping out in all directions, killing until corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowing like a tidal wave. The endless Ha Chi army surged forward, but not a single person could charge within 100 meters of the city gate.
One man guards the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it!
Divine bravery like this, fierce to such an extent, the Blue Rain Tribe soldiers on the city walls were all numb, their eyes wide open as they watched Ye Chen continuously reaping the lives of the Haicheng army, the surging blood gathering into rivers, constantly flowing in all directions, as if everything was a vast expanse of crimson.
"Is General Ye still human?" General Xiao Yong whispered, his voice trembling. He simply didn't dare to believe his eyes.
It was a pure massacre, from noon till dusk, the 200,000-strong army of Hachar is now left with less than 50,000. At this moment, everyone's heart chilled, trembling, and no one dared to take another step forward.
The emperor's gallbladder was torn apart, unable to believe that such a perverted person existed in this world. An afternoon massacre had endless spiritual power, and the bloody smell pierced his nose, slaughtering his 1.5 million troops, with resentment filling the sky on the battlefield.
Ye Chen coldly gazed at the remaining Ha Chi army, his arm slightly moving, his magic knife raised high. The souls of the Ha Chi army's dead warriors all emerged, throwing away their helmets and armor, turning around to flee in panic, no longer daring to charge forward. In an instant, they were routed!
