Chapter 272: The Fall of the Carefree God? |
You muttered to yourself.
"It's too late..."
The Free and Unfettered Holy Land had to cross the sea, so their full retreat wasn't that easy.
Thus, before they could finish retreating, they were attacked by the Dragon-Man tribe.
Both the Mountain and Sea Holy Land and the Sky Vault Holy Land were located on the western coast of the mainland. While retreating inland was somewhat easier, who could have known the Dragon-Men's Rainbow Road allowed such rapid troop movement, so they were also caught up.
The battle had only just begun. If the power of the Three Great Holy Lands was devoured by the Dragon-Men this early, how difficult would things be going forward?
"Boss! I can use Shadow of the Sun now! Let's hurry and support them! You can't let these alien races fight without you!"
You knew Black Wind hadn't fully recovered yet.
But under the current circumstances, you had no choice but to push him.
"Senior Hua?"
The visitor was none other than the human Guardian, Hua Wuyan!
Hua Wuyan gave a gentle smile, her face crinkling like mountain ravines.
"Follow me. I'll take you to the front lines."
"You..."
"Don't think that being a Guardian is just a nice title. We do have some 'privileges.'"
As she spoke, Hua Wuyan took a step and was right beside you.
An aged hand rested on your shoulder.
In the next instant, the sea surface below abruptly vanished, replaced by the towering, strange trees of the Great Wastes.
The sounds of battle cries rang in your ears.
Martial artists, spirit artifacts, Dragon-Men, human world exotic beasts, otherworldly giant beasts, massive flying boats, Metal Demon Spirits wielding sharp blades, Fire Demon Spirits engulfed in flames, the Dragon-Men's Rainbow Road...
You had been abruptly thrust right into the middle of the clashing Dragon-Man army and the martial artists of the two Holy Lands.
"Senior Hua, you can teleport this far?"
Being able to teleport wasn't surprising.
But a cross-continental teleportation—from what you knew so far, even a Martial God shouldn't be capable of that.
"I borrowed the power of the Earth Spirit."
The Earth Spirit was no stranger to you.
This divine being was closely tied to the sentient spirits of a certain void realm plane.
The Earth Spirit could indeed teleport underground, appearing anywhere in the human world at will.
You figured that the Earth Spirit was quite important to the Guardians.
Good thing you hadn't let the Ten Thousand Souls Banner start that whole Spirit Artifact Nation business.
You only had a moment to reflect.
The next second, the Most Severe Father to Non-Humans descended in force!
The flying boats of the martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Holy Land and Sky Vault Holy Land, retreating eastward, had already been destroyed by enemy magic bullet cannons.
The two sides were locked in bloody combat in this ancient forest.
The Dragon-Men, using their aerial advantage, barely made direct contact with the martial artists.
They relied on controlling otherworldly giant beasts, Five-Element Demon Spirits, and other biological weapons to fight the human martial artists.
The Dragon-Man army had split into two groups. This group had five Earth Venerables and one Heaven Venerable.
The five Earth Venerables led a host of Dragon King and Dragon-Saint realm Dragon-Man generals, battling the Holy Land Saint Masters, elders, and chief commissioners—martial king and martial saint-level powerhouses.
Meanwhile, the Heaven Venerable floated silently high in the clouds, calmly observing everything.
As far as your eyes could see, you could make out this Heaven Venerable. He appeared to be a male Dragon-Man, but his build wasn't large—just over two meters tall—and he was elegantly eating grapes.
You plunged deep into the enemy forces, continuously stacking steel.
The *Incineration Heavenly Immortal Art* imbued all your attacks with raging flames.
Wherever your fire fists landed, these otherworldly giant beasts, ranging from dozens to hundreds of meters in size, collapsed with deafening roars and screams of agony.
You transformed into a burning hurricane, unstoppable on the battlefield.
Wherever you passed, Leader Aura provided buff effects to friendly forces within a five-kilometer radius. Everyone was invigorated, morale high, and combat effectiveness significantly boosted!
Unlike your brutal aesthetic,
Hua Wuyan, this Martial God powerhouse, also joined the fray.
But her fighting style was vastly different from typical experts.
Hua Wuyan took a step, her form flickering as she teleported directly across the battlefield.
She passed by an injured Holy Land martial artist, pulled a dirty stone cauldron from her storage spirit artifact, and ladled out a spoonful of reeking, green, viscous medicine.
"Drink this. You'll feel better."
The injured martial artist glanced at it, gritted his teeth, and gulped it all down. The look on his face suggested he nearly threw it up.
Bitter medicine worked wonders.
No matter how severe a martial artist's injuries were, a bowl of that strange brew could restore their mobility on the spot, allowing them to rejoin the fight.
Hua Wuyan flew through the air, appearing as if she were on a leisurely stroll, but whenever she passed by a Five-Element Demon Spirit, she simply reached out and plucked something.
She pulled out its spirit pearl.
The ferocious Five-Element Demon Spirit immediately went offline and crumbled on the spot.
Hua Wuyan then passed by a Dragon-Man soldier in the air.
"Old witch! Stay away from me!"
Hua Wuyan revealed a benevolent smile.
"Young people don't respect their elders. Slap your own mouth."
A glint of purple flashed in Hua Wuyan's eyes. The Dragon-Man soldier she glared at immediately began slapping himself.
"She can bewitch! Don't look into her eyes!"
A puff of purple mist drifted into the noses of a group of Dragon-Men.
"Just kidding. Actually, I'm using poisonous gas to bewitch them.
Now then, soldiers, attack your officers. Officers, order your men to retreat."
Hua Wuyan used her unique Witchcraft Dao to navigate the battlefield with ease, dismantling the enemy's fighting strength.
With you and Hua Wuyan joining the fray,
the scattered and battered Holy Land martial artists gradually managed to mount a counterattack.
In the chaos of the melee,
you spotted Wu Yue, Long Yang, and a few familiar faces from the Free and Unfettered Holy Land.
It seemed that the Free and Unfettered Holy Land had managed to retreat a portion of their forces and regroup with the other two Holy Lands.
"Where's the Free and Unfettered God?!"
You went to Wu Yue's side and asked.
"He fell!"
"What?! Don't joke around! He was a Martial God!"
"I don't want to believe it either! But I saw his fall with my own eyes! The enemy's Martial God was stronger! That Dragon-Man Heaven Venerable!"
As Wu Yue spoke, she glanced up at the sky.
She, who was always so confident, was filled with fear in that single glance.
Just then, you saw the Dragon-Men flying through the air begin gathering in groups of dozens, jointly activating massive weapons hundreds of meters long and wide.
Some of these weapons resembled giant ballista bolts, others looked like siege cannons, and still others were like ancient war chariots.
The difference was that the materials of these massive contraptions seemed to be neither wood nor metal, but writhing flesh and blood!
They appeared to be alive!
Yet they still required Dragon-Man operators.
Given that you were strong and Hua Wuyan was strange,
the Dragon-Man army began deploying more war resources.