Qingyue gritted her teeth, pulling the trigger with all her might. The cannon roared, tearing the armored warrior’s corpse to shreds with a torrent of metallic fire. It was a completely vindictive attack, a blatant waste of ammunition, but if she didn’t do so, her rage would have no outlet.
Qian Ye instinctively dodged behind a broken wall, hiding himself. His mind was not on the intense battle, but on that mysterious woman. Each time she appeared, it was extremely brief, and her figure was rather indistinct. If not for Qian Ye’s exceptional eyesight, he would never have noticed her existence.
Her silhouette felt vaguely familiar to Qian Ye, yet mostly strange. Beneath her calm exterior, there was an aloofness that seemed to disdain all living things. Looking at that figure, one would feel as if they were beholding a mighty life from another world.
When did such a powerful female warrior appear in Lin’gang City? At first, Qian Ye instinctively thought of Yeping, but quickly dismissed the idea. Her demeanor was entirely different from Yeping’s, and her sniper skills, which could be described as divine, far surpassed Yeping’s, even to the point of overwhelming anyone Qian Ye had ever seen. Even Zhao Jundu couldn’t reach such a level.
Regardless, it was good news that she stood on their side. Qian Ye set aside his thoughts and locked onto the armored warrior nearby.
Around this armored warrior lay the bodies of over a dozen city guards. Without any warriors to restrain it, its target became the civilians. It rampaged through the streets, and the fragile buildings crumbled under its massive form, leaving the civilians in hiding exposed to its gaze.
The armored warrior let out a bloodthirsty roar, its war-axe whirling, slicing the civilians one by one. It seemed to have a special fondness for slaughter, even continuing to cut at the dead.
Qian Ye’s face darkened. These monsters only revealed their true nature once they were away from combat. If they were allowed to wreak havoc in the city, the fate of the civilians in Lin’gang City after it fell would be unimaginable. The three major forces had unleashed such war machines, making it clear they had no intention of accepting the civilians. This was unlike the usual wars in the Neutral Grounds.
Qian Ye’s figure flashed, already standing on the back of the armored warrior. Dongyue pierced the vital spot at the back of its neck, plunging deep until the hilt. The armored warrior let out a short cry and crashed to the ground, without struggling.
This time, Qian Ye had no intention of holding back.
At that moment, Su Dingqian’s clear voice rang out in the night sky: “Fellow warriors, this battle concerns the survival of Lin’gang City. Our enemies have no plans to spare the civilians. I implore you to fight alongside me to the death. If we can hold Lin’gang City, I, Su, will not hesitate to reward you generously, offering my entire treasury to acknowledge your valiant efforts!”
Many of the powerful warriors fighting in various parts of Lin’gang City heard these words and their eyes turned red. As the city lord, Su Dingqian had accumulated a vast fortune over decades. Even a small portion would be enough to elevate these warriors to the next level, let alone emptying the entire treasury. As a divine general, Su Dingqian’s public promise was not something he would ever retract.
Qian Ye was also stirred by this. The Dream Eater Worms were something he had to obtain. And if Su Dingqian was willing to offer them, it meant they were not the most precious items in his treasury. There might be more effective soul-repairing treasures among the Earth Dragon’s produce.
Despite knowing the danger, for the Dream Eater Worms and other soul-repairing treasures, Qian Ye decided to go all out.
Many others shared Qian Ye’s mindset. Every independent warrior had a few coveted items, and most had reached a bottleneck in their cultivation, needing more resources and treasures to advance further. Such resources could only be found in the collection of a divine general.
Thus, despite the known danger, many independent warriors no longer held back, throwing themselves into the fray.
A squad of city guards rushed out from a street corner, intercepted by Qian Ye.
“Follow me,” Qian Ye waved, pointing to the side, and led the way. The squad hesitated for a moment but immediately followed. In the chaos of battle, staying close to a powerful figure was the best course of action.
Passing through a block, two more armored warriors appeared before Qian Ye. He charged forward without hesitation, Dongyue piercing like lightning, cutting down the two armored warriors. The city guards swarmed up behind him, following Qian Ye’s instructions, using long spears to stab into the wounds made by Dongyue, ensuring the armored warriors’ demise.
As Qian Ye continued his assault, he gathered more scattered city guards, soon forming a group of over a hundred. When facing the armored warriors, Qian Ye often delivered a crippling blow, then handed them over to the warriors behind him.
No matter how tenacious the armored warriors were, after being impaled by dozens of spears, they could only become corpses.
In this way, Qian Ye conserved much of his original force. As he gathered more warriors, he gradually became a decisive force in this area. With many followers protecting his flanks and clearing the battlefield, Qian Ye’s killing efficiency increased. When encountering enemy infantry, Qian Ye entrusted the task to the warriors behind him. Only when facing organized troops would Qian Ye step in, scattering them, and then leave the pursuit to the city guards. Qian Ye himself continued to search for the armored warriors on the battlefield.
In a short while, several dozen more armored warriors fell to Qian Ye’s sword.
Onboard the spider emperor’s ship in the distance, the masked man suddenly stood up, saying grimly, “Why are the puppet warriors suffering such heavy casualties!?”
Before him, a vampiric officer lay prostrate, having just reported the latest battle situation. As the masked man’s anger rose, an invisible pressure bore down on the officer, forcing the viscount to the floor, his bones creaking, unable to utter a word.
The ability to suppress a vampiric viscount with mere invisible pressure left the other generals in the command chamber in awe and fear, gaining a new respect for the masked man’s terrifying power.
Seeing the vampiric viscount speechless, the masked man slowly retracted his aura.
The vampiric viscount, not daring to use his blood to heal, immediately said, “I dare not lie, but the signal of the puppet warriors is indeed disappearing. The recent count shows that over 380 have been lost, and now… now…”
He did not finish, but the meaning was clear: the number of lost puppet warriors had undoubtedly increased during this interval.
The command chamber was silent. Everyone knew the puppet warriors were the secret weapon of the Moonlight White Devils, and their power had been fully displayed in the siege. The initial estimate was that at most 200 puppet warriors would be lost, but now, with the battle just beginning and far from a decisive end, the losses had already exceeded twice the expected number. How could the masked man remain calm?
Seemingly realizing that fury was futile, the masked man sat back down, closing his eyes in silence, and after a moment, said, “Where are Wolf King’s people? It’s time for them to act.”
A werewolf’s face changed, “Sir, this does not align with the pre-planned strategy! Your puppet warriors have not yet penetrated the city, and they are indiscriminate. Sending troops now would result in great casualties.”
The armored warriors, apart from sparing their own kind, would butcher any living being they encountered. Thus, no other troops were near them. Ordinary infantry were transported by landing craft, entering the city only after the slaughter machines had gone deep.
Hearing the werewolf’s words, the corners of the mask on the masked man’s face curled up in a cold smile, and he said slowly, “Old Spider has lost a war beast, and my puppet warriors have suffered greatly. What’s the loss of some of your warriors? After all, those humans are worthless; they can be used as fertilizer after they die.”
The werewolf general’s lips moved, about to argue, but the masked man turned his head, his gaze through the mask falling on the general, and said coldly, “If you move now, I will not care whether they are human or werewolf. But if you insist on the original plan, then the Second Werewolf Legion should not idle; send them into the city as well.”
The werewolf general’s protests died in his throat, and he bowed, saying, “I will arrange the attack right away.”
The Second Werewolf Legion was one of the elite forces under the Wolf King, primarily composed of werewolves, and could be considered one of the two private armies of the tribe. No matter how many troops were lost, the Wolf King would not grieve, but the First and Second Werewolf Legions, if heavily damaged, would see the loss of his kin.
No matter how elite the werewolf legion was, they were still flesh and blood, and approaching the Moonlight White Devil’s puppet warriors would result in significant casualties. Though unwilling, the werewolf general stepped out of the command chamber and issued the order.
The heavily laden hovercrafts, which had been circling around Lin’gang City, began to land, deploying tens of thousands of warriors onto the battlefield. Like a tide, these warriors surged into Lin’gang City in waves.
In the city, Qian Ye suddenly felt the pressure increase, with enemy warriors appearing continuously. Fortunately, he had gathered the nearby city guards and armed civilians, forming a formidable force, creating a solid defense line amidst the complex terrain.
However, the number of enemies was overwhelming, and as one wave was killed, another would follow. Qian Ye’s carefully organized defense line gradually became precarious. Several times, Qian Ye had to personally intervene, slaying the leading officers, stabilizing the defense line.
Just as Qian Ye hesitated whether to unleash a ruthless slaughter on the ordinary warriors, a violent explosion erupted on the side, buildings collapsing, and Qingyue, clad in a powered armor, burst forth like a god of slaughter from the rubble.
Qian Ye’s eyes lit up. In such a battlefield, high-powered humans were the perfect slaughter machines, especially against large numbers of expendable troops.
“Over here!!” Qian Ye shouted.
Qingyue saw Qian Ye and the defense line behind him, and turned to rush over, shouting, “Trouble’s coming from behind me, handle it!”
At a glance, Qian Ye saw the dozen armored warriors following Qingyue.
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