bestfiction Chapter 272 Inhumanity
Chapter 272 Inhumanity
In the far distance, Zhong Ming, with his weak cultivation level, couldn't see what was happening. Even with the far-seeing talisman, it was useless. But the commander of the corner tower could see clearly, his face as if he had lost his parents.
"Pass on my order: war will begin shortly. After all supplies are exhausted, execute Regulation Thirteen."
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
He patted the older brother next to him, whose face looked grim, and asked, "What is Regulation Thirteen?"
"Just run! Even if you've suffered a defeat, run! Find a way to escape to another stronghold... Are you even a soldier from Yunzhou? How come you don't even know the regulations?"
"Ahem, to be honest, brother, we are new recruits, we haven't served yet, and we are undergoing our final assessment."
"You? Late stage of Qi Refining? A new recruit??? What have I been doing all these years?"
There was no time for them to complain. As soon as the commander's order was given, it spread throughout the entire corner tower. Everyone acted decisively, each picking up a large object and preparing to drop it and run.
Suddenly, a series of explosions rang out, their light flashing across the commander's face, revealing the look of surprise on his face.
In the very center of the inner city, a terrifying explosion forced the merman chieftain to retreat repeatedly.
His face showed three parts shock, three parts heartache, and four parts disbelief.
It's as if their worldview was violently ripped apart and scattered on the ground, to be trampled on at will.
He finally understood what it meant to be utterly extravagant.
Are the tiles on these towers all ritual implements?
Are the mythical beast statues on the eaves of these tall towers all magical artifacts?
These large sculptures on the roof ridges are actually a set of magical artifacts?
They fell simply and plainly at the feet of the Dharma Realm, then suddenly rose, the tiles like dragon scales, condensing in mid-air into a giant dragon that coiled towards the enemy, and then... self-destructed.
It was as if they were made just for this moment.
The old monk standing atop the tower had a look of regret in his eyes.
It's a pity, there was something even more exciting, but you won't see it.
The terrifying number of explosions overlapped, and at a certain moment, all the shockwaves converged on one point, which was the crotch of the Merfolk Chieftain's Dharma Body.
At this moment, the Dharma image shattered, and the Dharma artifacts that had silently witnessed hundreds of years of wind and rain on the high tower burst forth with the most dazzling light, like a clear sky with sunlight shining on them, making them look like golden scales from a distance.
The golden dragon devoured the dragon in the dark abyss, and the domain was blasted open by the purest violence, creating a huge crack.
In an instant, the black water surged back, and countless ruins, along with the flesh and blood of the dead, rushed toward the distant city wall.
Just now, that high wall was the culprit that blocked their wealth.
Now, they feel like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, ramming their way into the sheepfold with all their might, just hoping to get away from here as soon as possible.
The hearty laughter still echoed in the sky, but the people laughing had changed.
"Hahaha~~" The humans were finally able to laugh heartily. "Mermaids, are you leaving already? Won't you stay a little longer? You'd better leave now, we will personally visit you in the future."
The war was not over yet. The turrets were turning their cannons around, and the human cultivators roared as they charged out of their positions. The wheels of death were finally rolling toward the enemy. The oppressive defensive battle had cast a dark shadow over the warriors' hearts, but now, the explosive gusts of wind, carrying the smells of metal and clay, had blown them away. The mudfish hiding in the mud would face human judgment.
Strike, in the name of blood.
.....
Of course, the corner tower cultivators would not witness the fierce battle raging in the very center of the inner city, where human cultivators launched a full-scale counterattack.
What they saw was a huge wave of black water crashing towards them, its crests white, indistinguishable as either the mermaid's pristine back or glistening spray. Their intuition told them that the area ahead was swarming with enemies.
The commander of the corner tower immediately made a judgment.
“We won. That Nascent Soul stage enemy is injured and they are retreating.” He looked around, his thoughts racing.
This isn't a defeated enemy; it's an enemy protecting important figures. They will definitely retreat towards... a sturdy vehicle.
His gaze shifted to the Giant Bone Abyss Fish's "City-Breaking Hammer," which lay quietly on the half-collapsed city wall, its massive mouth open, emitting a faint green light.
In the far distance, his old brother appeared.
A soldier from another corner tower rushed out carrying a huge wooden crate, just as he had in mind.
"Bring your Thunderclap Bombs, Foundation Establishment cultivators, follow me!"
In an instant, several streaks of light rose up, and thunderbolts followed, flying into the sky. His eyes held a resolute look as he left the corner tower cultivators with his last words.
"Hold the line and wait for me to come back."
Inside the corner tower, the Qi Refining stage cultivators looked at each other, gripping their weapons tightly, a sense of dread washing over them.
Can they hold out?
Zhong Ming wanted to run away right now.
They ran far away, opened the hidden tunnel under the corner tower, and left.
I want to earn military merits, but I don't want to die.
Several experienced veterans immediately sprang into action, shouting, "Quickly, plug all the holes! Hurry! The boss can fly, but we can't!"
At this moment, the others seemed to wake up from a dream and immediately activated the formation. A thin film appeared, adhering to the bricks and tiles of the corner tower. This formation consumed a lot of spirit stones. Throwing in a box of low-grade spirit stones wouldn't even produce a sound. It was rarely activated even during intense battles. It was better to let the warriors use spirit stones to restore their strength.
Its existence is a response to the current situation.
The others immediately sprang into action, removing the planks from the empty wooden crates and nailing them into the gaps. Zhong Ming, in particular, used the hilt of his sword to smash the crates since he didn't have a hammer. The planks used to make the crates were made of extremely hard, thousand-year-old black wood, and it took almost a lot of swinging of the mother and son swords to nail one observation hole shut.
"Never mind the rest of the stairs, quickly remove the stair railing and nail it back on at the top of the stairs!"
Because too many "windows" and column structures were used below, it was difficult to completely block them off, so they were simply left unattended.
Some cultivators even took out their own coffins.
There was once a trend in the Chen dynasty where soldiers carried coffins in their storage bags, using them as cabinets in peacetime and as coffins in death, thus finding themselves a good place to lie down.
Now they're truly risking everything, even their life savings.
"Brothers, this coffin of mine is huge, everyone get ready and come in!"
Among them, a thin, small monk took out a frighteningly large wooden board from his storage bag.
He had six storage bags, took out six wooden planks, and skillfully pieced them together.
"Holy crap, Little Six, even if you turned into a giant, you wouldn't need to be this big, would you?"
"I have five brothers, and we're prepared to die together!"
Six storage bags, all five brothers are dead, only he is left.