Chapter 86 Blasphemy 35. It is... the army of gods and demons!
A hundred people against a thousand people—unless everyone can fight ten against one, there's no chance of survival, let alone any chance of winning.
But how is it possible for one person to fight ten?
Even if all one hundred people were divinely inspired, it would be impossible for one person to block eight Grand Martial Masters and two divinely inspired individuals.
This is something that even ordinary demons cannot do, let alone ordinary mortals who, by some stroke of luck, have received divine gifts from wild gods.
Whether in the Divine Illumination Army, within Yangcheng City, or among the many ghosts, gods, and demons spying on this place, they were all prepared to witness the tiny, weak stream collide with the raging flood, bursting into a sky full of blood and flesh fireworks.
The Chao River flows day and night, and even in the year when the war was at its fiercest, it remained swift and clear. But today, it is about to be soaked in endless crimson.
"Extremely unwise!"
The captain's eyes reddened as he grabbed the governor's arm: "My lord, what are you waiting for? Quickly give the order to retreat! I'm willing to go out of the city to meet them! So many divinely inspired beings are more precious to Xiling than you and I. How can we let them die here like this!"
The governor, who had initially looked worried, has now calmed down.
He pressed down on the captain, his expression calm: "How can you, at your age, act so impulsively like a young boy? Don't panic. Although I don't know their true nature, I've already inquired, and they are not divinely inspired..."
"Not divinely ordained? How is that possible!" The captain refused to believe it.
Previously, he didn't believe that these hundred-plus people were divinely gifted, but now he doesn't believe they aren't. Although he doesn't know where Xiling got so many divinely gifted people from, how could they possess such divine power if they weren't divinely gifted?
"grown ups……"
"Shh!" The prefect sat up and stepped out from under the tarpaulin, pressing his aged hand against the damp city wall. "Listen..."
The captain was taken aback.
"The Chao River is rising."
Prefect Dao.
Yes, the Chao River has risen.
The Chao River flows into the sea and naturally has tides, but this is not the time of high or low tide.
But the tide still rose.
The tide overflowed the riverbank; the water that splashed high above transformed into bright sword light, while the water that surged low below condensed into a transparent dragon.
Those hundred or so people either rose up on their swords or rushed forward on dragons, suddenly clashing with the 1,300 soldiers!
In a single exchange, heads flew off one after another, and blood gushed out like a waterfall!
The people of Xiling, who were secretly watching from afar, all gasped in shock, instinctively closing their eyes tightly, unwilling to witness the gruesome scene of a hundred people being hacked to pieces. It would remind them of themselves, and of the tragic future of Yangcheng.
However, not long after he closed his eyes, a commotion suddenly arose beside him, and a child shouted joyfully, "Well done! Well done!"
Good riddance?
The people lying on the city wall were furious. They opened their eyes to teach the ignorant child a lesson, but as soon as they opened their eyes, they saw a scene that made them feel like they were in a dream.
In the distance, on the northeast bank of the Chao River, an ant that seemed to be just a tiny tuft between the fingers charged into an army ten times its size.
It is not a stream, submerged by a flood, nor a pebble, making only a sound when it hits, and then falling silent. It is a knife, the most ordinary yet sharpest knife in the world, whose blade is unstoppable.
Grandmasters and those divinely inspired, regardless of their strength or age, are all like paper when faced with this blade. Their weapons break, their treasures dim, and they cannot even withstand a single blow before suddenly falling from their horses, their heads flying off, and their chests and abdomens collapsing.
"What?!"
"How is that possible!"
"Am I seeing things...?"
Everyone stared intently for a moment, then turned pale with shock.
The neighboring county's King Fusheng's face twitched, and he almost jumped out of the statue.
Even a hundred former Grand Preceptors of the Divine Illumination Kingdom, Ming Yin, wouldn't be able to remain so composed in the face of such an encirclement! Who are these people? What kind of monsters are they?!
"This, this..."
On the city wall, the captain stared wide-eyed, then quickly closed them, rubbing them repeatedly, still worried he was seeing things. He snatched the telescope from the guard next to him and looked closely.
"A demon has descended upon the world...a demon has descended upon the world! It's simply..."
He was so excited that he became incoherent.
The prefect stood by, stroking his beard with a smile, but deep in his eyes, worry still lingered.
After a moment of silence, excited shouts erupted throughout Yangcheng, and cheers resounded throughout the city.
The common people didn't understand anything about monsters or evil gods. All they knew was that their side was advancing with unstoppable momentum, and that the arrogant Divine Illumination Army, which wanted to trample on their homeland, was no match for a hundred men!
"Well done!"
"Well done!"
A light rain fell, and a murderous aura filled the air. The distant cheers seemed to cheer them on, making the spells and flying swords even faster and sharper.
In the wind and rain, a thousand divinely gifted individuals and grand martial artists were like fragile straws, mercilessly cut down by the autumn wind, falling in droves.
Some of the stronger individuals, though capable of putting up a fight, still couldn't even touch the hem of their opponent's clothes.
Upon seeing this, the Shenzhao Army stirred up a commotion.
If even those who are divinely inspired and great martial artists meet such an end, slaughtered like weak chickens and dogs, what use would we be if we went up there?
Looking at the sky filled with water swords and dragons, it was beyond human power to resist. Even if the army here numbered 300,000, they did not think they had any chance of winning. Whoever went in would die! This was no longer a battle they could participate in!
Some people were trembling and wanted to flee.
Wen Hu was secretly terrified. If he were to enter the fray, he would be no match for any one of these hundred men, even if the opponent was a child of only eight or nine years old. But despite his fear, he would not allow anyone to desert in the face of battle.
"Those who disrupt the morale of our army shall die!" Wenhu raised his great axe, severing the head of a treacherous creature, and flung it away.
The restless army behind him immediately fell silent.
Wenhu turned around and scanned the formation: "What's the panic? Don't forget, there's more than just us here, there's also the Heavenly Venerable, and..."
"The Army of Gods and Demons!"
Before the central command tent, Yuan Su, his face ashen, uttered three words.
Wu Bao was shocked: "The Divine Demon Army? General, are you going to send the Divine Demon Army into battle already? Isn't that a bit too early?"
"I heard that the Divine Demon Army was specially brought by the Celestial Venerable to besiege Shen Xiangjun. But they haven't even seen a shadow of that evil god yet, and they've been forced out by a hundred or so minor divine beings..."
“A mere divinely inspired being?” Yuan Su’s tiger-like eyes turned cold. “Do you still think they are just divinely inspired beings? Xu Mingtian is the strongest god in the Nine Provinces, and Ming Yin is the strongest divinely inspired being in the Nine Provinces. I have fought with him. When he was at his strongest, did he perform like this in the formation? But how many Xu Mingtian are there in this world, and how many Ming Yin are there?”
"Xiling is just a county in Beizhu, where did it come from to have more than a hundred such powerful divinely inspired individuals?"
Wu Bao's thick eyebrows twitched: "Then what about them..."
“Even if they were just minor wild gods or little demons, it would be just as fitting!” Yuan Su said.
"But...they are just mortals!" Wu Bao's heart trembled for some reason. "That aura is definitely not wrong..."
“Therefore, there must be something very strange about this place,” Yuan Su said. “We cannot let them continue killing; we must stop them.”
"The Xiling army has made such a show of force from the very beginning, intending to give us a severe warning. Look at those soldiers in the formation... If we really give up and retreat today, although we will hide the strength of the Divine Demon Army, we will lose our morale! What will we talk about after that, attacking Xiling and besieging Shenxiangjun?"
"The Divine Demon Army must be mobilized..."
Wu Bao asked, "Shall we come along?"
"What a load of rubbish!"
Yuan Su glanced at him: "This battle is full of extraordinary power, no longer ordinary. Even if all 300,000 of our soldiers went into battle, we would only get tired of being hacked. Do you really think there will be any results?"
"Life is hard enough for ordinary people, so don't go looking for death!"
After speaking, Yuan Su flipped his hand and issued a military order: "Quickly mobilize men and request the Divine Demon Army!"
Wu Bao accepted the order without saying another word, knelt down, and then ran off quickly.
"Summon the Divine Demon Army!"
He quickly relayed the order.
The camp was immediately filled with roaring cries: "Summon the Divine Demon Army!"
"Summon the Divine Demon Army—!"
Northeast of Chaohe, Shen Mingxin stood on the riverbank, fan in hand, letting the river flow past him, sometimes surging, sometimes gurgling. He didn't make a move, but simply observed the battle. Suddenly, as if he had heard something, he slightly raised his head and looked up.
On the stone platform across the river, Chu Shenxiang fiddled with a few pebbles, playing a game against herself.
"Only now can this training truly begin," he said calmly.
Before he finished speaking, a sudden storm arose on the Chao River.
The fine rain seemed to be abruptly cut off, stopping abruptly; the sky changed color, and rumbling thunder sounded.
Upon receiving the order, Wenhu swung his great battle-axe and led his troops in a swift retreat.
"What's going on?"
"Could it be..."
The hundred cultivators noticed something amiss, immediately regrouped, and looked up.
At that very instant, a bolt of lightning shattered the clouds and crashed down, striking them directly above their heads.
Along with the thunder, countless extremely powerful divine and demonic pressures rolled in from all directions. The divine power was vast and the evil rampant. Although the cultivators were on guard, they still could not withstand it. They spat out blood and either knelt or fell down.
"It's... the Divine Demon Army!"
The young man in blue stood leaning on his sword, blood streaming from his eyes: "Circulate your Daoist magic to stabilize the divine embryo! If we can't even withstand this pressure, what are we supposed to do about fighting gods and demons and promoting humanity?"
"Those who can still hold on, follow me into battle!"
"Ready for battle!"
"Ready for battle!"
Clang!
Long swords were raised high, their light shining brightly, as if they were about to cut through the mournful wind and rolling clouds of sorrow!
"You're just a mortal being, yet you dare to swing your sword at us... You're courting death!"
A high-pitched, merciless sneer descended from the infinite heights, sounding like a divine voice.
In Yangcheng, on the battlefield, and in the Shenzhao Camp, countless people looked up in astonishment.
The moment the divine voice landed, a sudden gust of wind arose above the layers of dark clouds.
To the north, a colossal shadow, as vast as a mountain, looms indistinctly, its feet reaching for the sky, its head hooked upside down, its arms outstretched, transforming into countless unknowable strands of silk. To the south, a decaying elephant head emerges, its expression one of compassionate smiles; beneath it, white bones bloom like flowers, and countless jade hands of women float by. To the east, fairies ride on clouds, descending slowly with golden light, their long gauze skirts hanging down like strands of white intestines. To the west, Buddha lowers his palms, chanting compassion, a red sun in his palm, a human staff in his mouth.
Looking around, many outlines are vaguely visible, and as countless gazes converge, they vaguely reveal a glimpse of reality.
“They, they…”
The moment those figures were glimpsed, countless gazes froze. Mortals were stunned, as if seized by some indescribable turbidity. Their eyes trembled, their limbs stiffened, and they were sweating profusely, unable to move an inch.
Only on the battlefield, the hundred sword-wielding men still retained their senses, raising their heads unwillingly and glaring angrily at the gods and demons filling the sky.
“May the Buddha have mercy,” the Buddha sighed softly, “everyone… take refuge.”
A gigantic hand, carrying the crimson sun, pressed down, heavy and terrifying, like the sky collapsing, like the sun crashing down. The indescribable oppressive force made everything around seem to collapse under its unbearable weight.
Shen Mingxin's gaze paused, and she also felt a sense of oppression.
The real gods and demons have arrived.
They are not grand martial artists, nor divinely inspired beings, nor ordinary demons. With a wave of their hand, they can topple mountains; with a flick of their fingers, they can change the course of great rivers.
Faced with them, can the first batch of cultivators from Wangqiu Dojo in this world withstand them?
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Author's Note: After this battle tomorrow, this chapter will be almost over (about five more chapters, slightly variable, but close enough).
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