EBE Chapter 200 The Fall of the Golden Wolf, the Manipulator of War
Chapter 200 The Fall of the Golden Wolf, the Manipulator of War
Chapter 200 The Fall of the Golden Wolf, the Manipulator of War
"No matter how many times I see it, it's always so breathtaking."
Zhao Cheng gazed at the Black Stone Fortress, his eyes captivated, and he couldn't look away for a long time.
This was a creation beyond his comprehension, something that the Zhao king's forces could not replicate.
They couldn't even replicate the most basic metal structure.
No matter how much money he allocated to his craftsmen, they would only submit a pile of scrap metal in the end, stating bluntly that these were the imitations they had made.
Over time, Zhao Cheng abandoned the attempt to replicate the Blood God Cult's creations, drastically reduced funding for artisans, and used the money to train new military formations.
"But can an army truly withstand such divine might?"
Zhao Cheng saw that in the distance, three floating fortresses were recklessly descending upon the Golden Wolf army, dragging them into an abyss called death.
"Besides conventional artillery, the most commonly used weapons of the floating fortresses are the Blood God's Spear and the Styx Gaze. If our army were to face one of them, even with the support of our battle formations, we would likely be doomed."
The Blood God's Spear is a beam of light that can dissolve flesh and blood; anyone touched by it will turn into a pool of blood. The Styx Gaze can control celestial phenomena over a wide area, summoning lightning storms and freezing large areas.
Comparing the disparity between the enemy and himself, Zhao Cheng felt a chill in his heart, and his face unconsciously darkened.
"The Blood God Cult calls this a battlefield cleanup tool, and an agricultural weather controller? What peasant is so extravagant as to use these things to toil in the fields?!"
He genuinely disbelieved the Blood God Cult's misleading statements.
call out!
A sharp sound pulled Zhao Cheng back to reality. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a golden wolf charging fiercely at the black stone fortress in the sky.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that it wasn't a golden wolf at all, but a battle blade that had been thrown into the air with tremendous force.
"The Khan of the Golden Wolf Royal Court has gone all out." His personal guard, Dugu Sheng, appeared beside him, looking at the soaring golden wolf with a solemn expression.
"What does Senior Sword Demon think of the outcome of this attack?"
"The result...you see, the result is decided." Dugu Sheng shook his head. "Erdeng has lost. He will become the second Master to be eliminated."
The golden wolf bit into the shield of Blackrock Fortress. The two were locked in a stalemate for several seconds, but in the end, the shield prevailed and kept the golden wolf's symbolic blade at bay.
The battle blade crumbled inch by inch, the golden wolf phantom vanished, but the Black Stone Fortress still stood firm, hovering steadily in the air, blocking out the sunlight and devouring the last hope of the Golden Wolf Royal Court.
The attacks of the remaining royal court ghost immortals and grandmasters were all intercepted by the floating fortress. Even when the shamans and lamas fought desperately, the evil god carriers they summoned could not withstand the fierce artillery fire and were torn to pieces by the fortress's firepower.
Zhao Cheng stared intently at the distant battlefield, as if he could hear the mournful cry of the fallen golden wolf echoing in his ears.
"We should go. If we don't leave soon, we might become the third force to withdraw." Dugu Sheng patted his shoulder.
He came to his senses, nodded silently, and turned to give orders.
The Zhao king's forces began to retreat rapidly, employing a magic spell called "Swift as the Wind," which made the entire army move at least twice as fast as before.
"Master, King Zhao's troops have begun to retreat. Should we send someone to intercept them?"
"Let them go, King Zhao. They are the weakest of the remaining forces. They only know how to copy the achievements of other forces and have no idea where the gap lies between them and us."
From beginning to end, Mo Di never thought highly of the King of Zhao.
The reason is simple: he is too traditional, so traditional that he is like a force that has never experienced the ravages of war and is still stuck in the past.
If I had to use one word to describe it, it would only be "sect".
Just like the Hidden Sword Peak, which was destroyed by Mo Di not long ago, it had almost no innovation and still clung to those few martial arts manuals.
"Even the most corrupt imperial court is far ahead in the ways of demons and elixirs, not to mention the Protectorate and the Hundred Poisons Sect. But them? Ha, their craftsmen are of low status and can only copy military formations and spells that the imperial court has long since abandoned."
"Traditional martial arts are actually regarded as treasures by them, and only the wealthy and powerful are allowed to learn them. Commoners have almost no way to rise in society. In this respect, they are even worse than the imperial court."
At least commoners under the rule of the imperial court can join the Dan Ding Si or Zhen Wu Wei as long as they pass the examination. If that doesn't work, they can take the initiative to go to the Dan Ding Si to test medicines. Once they become a demon who maintains his sanity, they will have a good way out.
In comparison, King Zhao was as traditional as could be.
"Has the body of the Golden Wolf Khan Erden been recovered?" Modi asked his adjutant beside him.
"They've been recovered; the bodies of the other grandmasters are also among them," the lieutenant replied.
Modi nodded, clearly feeling his power increase further.
With the Master's departure, not only his power, but also the world he lived in is undergoing further transformation.
The virtual world of Qiancang Realm is evolving into reality.
"There are four more... We must escalate the war even further."
With a thought, the Blood God Child, thousands of miles away, launched a series of actions, stirring up waves in the territories of four forces, including the Great Qian Dynasty and the Hundred Poisons Sect. The imperial palace in the capital was devastated, with traces of a recent great battle still lingering.
At this moment, Emperor Qian sat upright on the dragon throne, wearing a twelve-tassel crown and a bright yellow robe. His face was covered by a mask, making it impossible to see his features or guess his thoughts.
Beside him, besides Eunuch Liu, stood two rows of "people" shrouded in black robes. They all bowed their heads and remained silent, with only their slightly heaving chests proving that they were still alive.
Below them stood the Grandmasters and Ghost Immortals who were loyal to the imperial court. Their auras were not very stable, and almost all of them were injured, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.
Wang Zhi and Song Zhong stood at the front, and the two of them secretly glanced at the person on the dragon throne, their expressions complicated.
They had not seen Emperor Qian leave his seat for a long time, nor had they seen him make any move for a long time.
Apart from the recent incident where You Qingxiang stormed into the palace, and he intervened to activate the nation's fortune and force the Grandmaster to retreat, he did not make a single move.
After the war, Emperor Qian summoned them, and it is unknown what important matter he would announce.
"How is the Imperial Advisor's injury?"
Emperor Qian suddenly spoke, causing a stir among the crowd. A ghost immortal from the Pill Refining Department stepped forward and said, "The Imperial Preceptor has taken the elixir, and his injuries are basically stable. He is out of danger for now."
Like a rusty machine, Emperor Qian nodded stiffly, but his voice remained authoritative: "Then tell her to quickly present the new pills."
"Yes." The ghost immortal secretly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his original position.
In fact, he preferred to confront You Qingxiang directly rather than Emperor Qian.
At least when You Qingxiang made his move, he mostly targeted demons and members of the Feast Cult, showing little interest in unrelated individuals like him.
However, when facing Emperor Qian, even though he possessed the power of a grandmaster, he would occasionally feel panicked by the aura emanating from Emperor Qian.
Especially after Emperor Qian ascended the throne, he was almost certain that Emperor Qian had transformed himself into some kind of terrifying demon through elixirs.
Just as he was lost in thought, Emperor Qian spoke again: "The Blood God Sect has successively wiped out Hidden Sword Peak and the Golden Wolf Royal Court, and its momentum is overwhelming. I'm afraid they won't let this go easily. Do any of you ministers have a good plan to deal with this?"
Everyone fell silent. It was clear to everyone that the Blood God Sect had gained overwhelming power, and even the imperial court could only barely resist it with all its might.
In a battle of basic combat strength, the Great Qian Dynasty has demons, but the opposing side also has numerous alchemical creations.
In terms of high-level combat power, the Great Qian Dynasty has primordial demons, and the Blood God Cult also has floating fortresses.
However, if we're talking about top-tier combat power, perhaps only Emperor Qian, sitting on the dragon throne and mobilizing the nation's destiny, could stop the Styx Master.
The imperial court was naturally put at a disadvantage, only able to defend.
After a period of silence, a ghost immortal spoke up: "I have a plan. If we lure the Lord of the Styx to the capital, His Majesty will mobilize the nation's fortune. We, along with the primordial demons, can surround and attack him, and we should be able to suppress him."
"With the death of the Blood God Cult's master, they naturally have no choice but to withdraw."
"That sounds nice," another ghost immortal immediately retorted. "Then how do we lure the Styx Lord to the capital, and how do we ensure we can suppress him? How do we solve these two problems?"
"Moreover, it's still uncertain whether the Styx Cult Master is a master of the Blood God Cult. If he isn't, even if we can trap him to death, we'll still face retaliation from the Blood God Cult."
Three questions in a row left everyone speechless.
"Besides this, we have no other choice..." The ghost immortal who proposed the plan wanted to argue a few more words, but the knocking sound from the dragon throne silenced them all.
Emperor Qian tapped the armrest of his dragon throne lightly with the back of his finger and said calmly, "Whether Styx is the master or not, he is an obstacle we must face. I cannot rest easy until Styx is dead."
"Wang Zhi, Song Zhong, send someone to contact the other three masters and make sure to convey my message."
He flicked three thoughts with his fingers, then waved his hand, his body shrouded in shadow.
"If there is nothing else to report, then the court may adjourn."
After the officials had all left, only two rows of men in black robes and Eunuch Liu remained in the court. Only then did Emperor Qian stretch his body slightly.
His torso arched like a snake, and his arms, hidden beneath the wide sleeves of his robe, twitched twice. Behind the mask were two bright yellow vertical pupils.
The deep roar of the dragon echoed throughout the court, lingering around the beams.
"Why did you do this?" Emperor Qian asked himself. "You allowed us to unite, even setting a date for the final battle. Isn't this digging your own grave?"
A moment later, a hoarse voice rang out: "I need a war, a war that will decide the fate of the world. As for the rest, that's none of your business."
Just struggle with all your might; this is your last chance to defeat me.
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