Chapter 255: Journeying to the Rhythm of Songs

Su Wen finally recovered from the dizziness and said in shock, “The Titan War God did not see your true strength that day!”

Qian Ye replied, “You mean that big guy? Of course, that wasn’t real. I didn’t intend to kill it, just to play around a bit.”

Surprisingly, Su Wen showed delight, which then turned into determination. “Good! We will weaken the Black Devil’s defensive domain, at least to a significant extent. The rest is up to you.”

Qian Ye stated, “I have no problem with that, but have you considered what happens if the plan fails?”

Su Shi showed a worried expression, while Su Wen loudly declared, “It doesn’t matter! At worst, we, the Guardians of the Holy Clan, will perish together with it! Even if we retreat, would he leave the Sacred Mountain?”

Su Shi immediately understood and echoed, “Indeed! Moreover, he has killed so many of our clansmen. There is no way we can back down. Atowa will never yield!”

Su Wen continued, “My brother will stay by your side as your assistant. I will now go and gather the clan members!”

As Su Wen turned to leave, Su Shi held her back and asked, “What do you plan to do?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but no matter what, I will fulfill my clan’s promise.”

Watching Su Wen stride away, Su Shi seemed as though he wanted to say something, but could not stop her.

Qian Ye understood that leaving Su Shi by his side was also a form of supervision. However, he did not mind, as it was an opportunity to learn more about the inner world and Atowa. He did not believe that some so-called blood relation in another world could bridge the gap between him and Atowa.

Although Qian Ye felt a vague kinship with the Atowa tribe, it did not make him less cautious.

Parochia continued to advance, the wounds on the earth expanding, the gray-black death spreading like a tide. Qian Ye and Su Shi cautiously hid behind the demonic prince, and soon, Qian Ye saw Su Wen’s arrangement.

Before Parochia, three giants stood shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by over three hundred Atowa elite warriors. All the Atowa warriors were in strict formation, their eyes filled with rage, staring intently at Parochia.

The Atowa lineup was stronger than ever, but Qian Ye frowned. He had already learned about the military system of the Atowa tribe from Su Shi. The giants, also known as Titan War Gods, were chosen from warriors with special talents, cultivated from a young age. By adulthood, they would be far larger and more powerful than their peers.

Though the combat power of the Titan War Gods was fundamentally different from that of ordinary Atowa warriors, their fighting methods were similar. After all, they were essentially magnified versions of Atowa warriors.

Cultivating a Titan War God was extremely costly and required special talent, so there were few of them. More importantly, Titan War Gods had to be raised from ordinary Atowa people generation by generation, and once they became Titan War Gods, they lost their fertility.

These limitations meant that the number of Titan War Gods would never be too large. The number of Titan War Gods directly determined the status of each tribe within the clan.

Committing three Titan War Gods and equipping them with over three hundred warriors was indeed a grand gesture. However, Qian Ye knew both sides’ strengths and did not think that three watered-down dukes could match the demonic prince.

Three hundred Atowa warriors were not few, but Parochia also brought more than thirty strong fighters. With this group of subordinates, it would be difficult for the Atowa to achieve anything. If it were a sneak attack, it would be one thing, but they had to put up a front for a direct battle.

Qian Ye sighed, “Don’t you have any stronger warriors in your tribe?”

“The Titan War Gods are our most powerful warriors,” Su Shi answered.

“Then have Su Wen retreat. This is just sending her to die,” Qian Ye suggested.

“We, the Guardians of the Holy Clan, will keep our promise, no matter what!” Su Shi insisted.

Qian Ye did not argue further and silently approached the battlefield. He always believed that there should be hidden strong ones in the Atowa clan, at least one level stronger than the Titan War Gods. But now, given the comparison of both sides’ strength, only a miracle could save them.

Facing the Atowa formation, Parochia looked disappointed and asked, “Is this all?”

The central Titan War God, already advanced in age, stepped out of the formation and roared, “Today, here, will be the burial ground of the Black Devils!”

“Why call him the Destroyer Black Devil?” Qian Ye asked casually.

“He destroys everything and uses dark force, which is only used by devils. That’s why we call him the Destroyer Black Devil,” Su Shi explained.

Qian Ye roughly understood. The Atowa language had few words, and only one could describe the destruction of everything. As for devils, they were the legendary beings in their stories who sought to destroy the entire world. To the Atowa, dark force without vitality was the source of all evil, capable of breeding extremely wicked life. Such force could only be used after purification, turning it into active dark force or blood energy, making it good or legitimate dark force.

Unable to comment on the Atowa’s simple and primitive view of good and evil, Qian Ye noticed that Su Shi was no longer as tense. He patted Su Shi’s shoulder, “There will be danger. Stay here for now.”

“No, I will go with you,” Su Shi firmly stated.

Qian Ye did not argue further and quickly moved to a favorable position on the battlefield. Su Shi silently followed, keeping up with Qian Ye’s movements, aided by the natural concealment of active force, and they were not afraid of being discovered by Parochia.

In the center of the battlefield, Parochia’s disappointment grew, and he sighed, “If you cannot surprise me, then you will all die here.”

Without using weapons or even moving, he floated towards the Atowa formation, his gray-black domain pressing down on them.

The lord of Mesfield intended to end the battle with his domain alone, without even needing to lift a hand.

The front row of Atowa warriors charged forward, their bodies burning with faint black flames, entering Parochia’s domain, rushing towards the demonic prince.

Parochia shook his head slightly, “Foolish.”

As the Atowa warriors entered the domain, they moved like wading through thick oil, their actions slowing down several times. Although the distance between them and Parochia was less than a hundred meters, the Atowa warriors’ turtle-like pace made it clear that it would take a long time to reach him.

The black flames on the Atowa warriors dimmed upon contact with the gray-black miasma, extinguishing quickly. Once the black flames were gone, they showed signs of agony, with some dropping their weapons and clutching their throats, gasping for air. No matter how hard they tried, they could not breathe, and soon, they fell to the ground, writhing before going still.

The black flames on their bodies were actually controlled active dark force. Ordinary Atowa warriors could also control active dark force to a limited extent, reaching the realm of the Evernight Marquises and Imperial Generals prematurely.

The black flames and Parochia’s domain force could barely hold their own, but the sheer disparity in the amount of force meant that the Atowa warriors were soon overwhelmed, falling one by one.

Some of the warriors with exceptionally strong wills managed to push through the pain and reach Parochia, but the demonic prince ignored them, allowing his subordinates to slay them.

The three Titan War Gods, who had been watching calmly, were now shocked, their faces grim.

Parochia’s domain was a death zone, a fact well-known to all. Even other demonic lords dared not enter his domain, let alone approach him. However, the demonic dukes present wore specially designed armor, intricately etched with force arrays, emitting a soft glow, isolating Parochia’s domain force.

Moving in Parochia’s death zone was already difficult, and with the close protection around the demonic lord, how could they fight?

Qian Ye set down Long Zang, “Wait for the next opportunity.”

“But if they continue, they will reach the Sacred Mountain…” Su Shi, in desperation, grabbed Qian Ye.

Qian Ye calmly looked at him, “There is no ‘but.’ If this battle continues, your clansmen will die, and it might still fail. They will be slaughtered.”

Su Shi’s hand trembled, slowly releasing his grip. Torn between the glory of the Sacred Mountain and the lives of his clansmen, he did not know how to choose.

On the battlefield, the three Titan War Gods exchanged glances. As the highest warriors of the Atowa, their wisdom far surpassed that of ordinary Atowa warriors.

The central Titan War God quickly made a decision, raising his fists and smashing them into the ground, followed by a thunderous roar!

With the roar, the black flames on all the Atowa warriors surged, growing in intensity.

The warriors’ eyes showed determination and fanaticism, and they let out high-pitched war cries, charging at Parochia like enraged lions.

Parochia raised his left hand and sang, “No matter how many ants, they cannot stop the footsteps of a giant.”

As he closed his hand, the power of the death zone increased, and the first few Atowa warriors to enter the zone instantly faded, falling to the ground.

However, more Atowa warriors, spurred by the deaths of their comrades, rushed into the death zone. The strongest warriors led the charge, followed by others, forming a shock wave, determined to face the demonic lord.

But the power of the death zone was not to be overcome by mere will. The leading warriors bore the brunt of the pressure, their black flames flickering and then extinguishing. Without the black flames, they had to withstand the erosion of the death zone with their flesh.

The leading warriors struggled forward a few more steps, then let out a deafening roar, plunging their hands into their chests, gripping a fist-sized crystal, and crushing it!

As the crystal shattered, the warrior’s body rapidly expanded and exploded, his flesh and active force fiercely impacting the death zone. For a moment, the gray-black miasma churned, creating waves, and the area within ten meters of the warrior was destabilized.

The other Atowa warriors sang a mournful battle song, stepping over the remains of their fallen comrades, continuing their charge!