Chapter 416 The War (3)
Inside the temple, a flock of brightly colored birds were dancing energetically, while around them, ten rare brown and white monks were drumming for fun.
The deity on the main seat still radiated a dazzling light that could not be looked at directly. Beside him stood Feng Lan, who held the wine cup, while Yu Nu knelt to the right of Di Rong, cutting meat for him.
Seeing that the goddess was fully equipped, the light on the deity gradually faded, revealing a body covered in scars and a terrifying appearance with four eyes and six heads. He sat idly on his throne and rarely showed an appreciative look, saying, "It's just to have you guard the palace in your place, there's no need for all this."
The maiden secretly channeled her spiritual energy, removed the golden armor, and helped Di Rong put it on, saying, "My lord, let the maiden stay here. The maiden is willing to go to war with you!"
Di Rong glanced at the firebird, whose aptitude wasn't top-notch but whose feathers were bright, and said, "No need. Just guard the Temple of War God. Take off your armor and weapons. They don't have the ability to attack."
Having heard Di Rong say this, the girl had no choice but to bow and say, "Yes."
The fully dressed Emperor Rong held a weapon in each of his six hands, standing high on a chariot pulled by dragons and phoenixes.
Feng Lan and Yu Nu knelt behind Him;
Guiya and Sitao each led a thousand elite soldiers to follow behind the chariot and march swiftly towards the Danxue Mountains.
More than four thousand low-level cultivators set off two days ago. Their feet were all chained and their bodies were branded with the marks of slave soldiers.
Most of the bird and beast cultivators were injured, and the hairless Celestial Race were even more miserable, with the animal skins they used to cover themselves being rotten and smelly.
Their eyes revealed numbness and resolve. Only the leading claws had some intact, rough magical artifacts. The weapons became worse and worse as they went further back. The junior cultivators at the back of the group simply picked up stones and sticks from the ground, not to kill the enemy, but to protect themselves in case of any disturbance in the group.
Every day, small-time cultivators die. The amount of food they have each day depends on how many small-time cultivators die. If there isn't enough food for them, the vanguard generals will use the swords in their claws to stab the seemingly weaker small-time cultivators in the ranks.
At this moment, these four thousand-plus minor cultivators were being driven towards the Danxue Mountains by the eight vanguard generals under the divine servants Guiya and Sitao.
War is imminent!
Within the Danxue Mountains, the roots beneath Ji Rong's feet sensed the surging battle intent from the Chijian Mountains, emanating from the tremors deep beneath the earth.
Looking down at the well-equipped troops below, she drew three swords from her leg, raised them high in the air, and roared, "Fight!"
"war!"
"war!"
"war!"
The soldiers below shouted louder and louder, raising their weapons high and thrusting them into the sky. After three shouts, their fighting spirit soared.
At this moment, Ji Zhuang, accompanied by his bird-like attendants, landed on the large trees surrounding the training ground. Together, they sang rousing ceremonial music. Gu Qingqing and her group of beast-like attendants solemnly tied the identity-engraved cages to the two thousand soldiers and offered them wine to send them off.
After the wine was finished, the armored Jiaojue roared to the sky, "Go!" Then he lay down on the ground, and Ji Rong strode up and sat on him. Four small dragons surrounded him, and wind, rain, thunder and lightning instantly enveloped the two thousand soldiers and armored soldiers, and they rushed towards the Chijian Mountain Range.
Their ranks met in an open area on the border. As soon as they met, Di Rong's disdainful shout came from behind the dark mass of soldiers and slaves. He said, "You are Ji Rong? Ha, considering your beautiful feathers, kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I will take you as my slave and spare your life!"
"How dare you!" The sound of raindrops followed.
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue flew into a rage. He extended a claw, and a fierce wind and rain gathered, with bolts of lightning rising from the thunder, about to strike Di Rong in the direction of the enemy.
"Haha! Big brother," Ji Rong laughed loudly, "Don't bother with him."
After saying that, she said to Di Rong, "You are Di Rong? Why are you hiding behind a bunch of slaves and not daring to show yourself? Are you too ugly to be seen in the light?"
"If you surrender to me now, I will allow you to become my elder brother Juejun's slave. If you do not surrender today, then I will have no choice but to chop you up!"
"Ha! What arrogance!" As soon as Di Rong said this, the slave soldiers stirred. The slave soldier marks on their bodies faintly showed a golden blood light, and then they rushed straight towards Ji Rong.
Seeing this, Ji Rong excitedly whispered to Jiao Jue, "Big brother, this is a great opportunity! Quickly have the little dragons provide cover! Let's use the fog to unleash the great witch!"
Then, grinning, he shouted back, "All soldiers, form the magic cage formation!"
Upon hearing this, Jiao Jue's eyes revealed a deep and complex emotion. He urged the four little dragons to exercise their powers and looked up at Ji Rong, saying, "Ji Rong, spare my breath. I want to personally chop off his head to have as a snack!"
"good!"
Then, the clouds and mist quickly rose between the two armies, and in just three breaths, they completely engulfed the charging Xiao Xiu.
The soldiers opened rows of iron cages, their mouths tightly shut, their eyes filled with the desire to collect money, and the violent heaving of their chests revealing their unease.
A thick fog rose from Jiaojue's body and spread towards Di Rong, reaching the sky above and touching the ground below, so thick that visibility was impossible.
As the god of celestial phenomena, Jiaojue is like the face of the heavens. The colors of the sky change according to his will, and a vast amount of spiritual energy surges forth as he exercises his power. Although the required source is enormous, he has no shortage of it now.
The more than four thousand slave soldiers in the thick fog seemed like a lot, but when divided among the three thousand cages, it was pitifully few. Seeing that there weren't enough slave soldiers to go around, the soldiers who longed for merit immediately came up with other ideas.
The eight vanguard generals who were driving away the slave soldiers had never fought such a dense and treacherous battle before. They were momentarily distracted and were surrounded by Ji Rong's bold squads. Four of them were captured alive, and two were killed.
Two golden beams rose from the thick fog, and several weapons spun and swept through the air, tearing through the fog. Di Rong's slightly annoyed and arrogant voice came from within the fog.
He said, "Lord Jue, now you dare not even face me head-on? Then let's see if your mist can conceal you, or if my weapon is sharper!"
"Alert! Beware of flying objects!" Ji Rong shouted.
"puff"
"when"
"Smack!"
One by one, roots resembling snakes and dragons sprouted from Ji Rong's body, quickly transforming into a short tree stump with emerald green leaves edged with gold.
She took the three great witches out of the Guardian Palace and placed them on the back of the Horned Jade.
Intricate incantations flowed rapidly from Ji Rong's bird-like mouth.
The celestial being also flew out from its original form, landing on the right side of Ji Rong's tree body, its ten fingers flying as it quickly formed hand seals.
The runes and seals on the bodies of the Great Witch Lang, Great Witch Cui, and Great Witch Fu lit up one by one, and they opened their eyes. Behind them, thin brown roots connected them, allowing them to obtain a continuous supply of spiritual energy.
The Horned Jade's eyes narrowed to slits. It waved its claws, and the fog thickened. Drops of rain fell from the fog, soaking the soldiers under Emperor Rong's command. They had no choice but to put up protective shields.
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