I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 292 The war breaks out
Dusk has not yet fallen, but the sky is already as dark as ink.

On the plains north of Yanmen Pass, a solemn and murderous atmosphere permeated the wind, making the soldiers' heartbeats more rapid.

Countless black shadows gathered in the sky, as if night had fallen early, swallowing the desolate grassland into endless shadows.

At this moment, the soldiers guarding the front line understood that this was not just an ordinary alternation of day and night, but a precursor to the large-scale arrival of the Outer Gods' army.

The ground was shaking slightly, as if countless giant claws were digging in the earth, making dull clicking sounds.

The beacon towers of the three cities have been lit one after another, and the wolf smoke with a burning smell breaks through the air.

The beating of war drums echoed in the camp, making it clear to everyone that an unprecedented and brutal battle was about to begin.

In the center of the border camp, He Xiangu stood on a high hill, scanning the surrounding area with her cold eyes.

Behind her, Mu Guiying stood with her hands behind her back, leading thousands of cultivators to form a formation. Everyone held a weapon, and their armor reflected tiny lights in the red afterglow.

I only heard Marshal Mu give orders in a deep voice, telling everyone:

"If the enemy breaks through, retreat to the second line of defense and use longbows to stop them. Do not rout! The success or failure of this battle will determine the lives of countless civilians."

The soldiers bowed their heads in agreement. Although they were panicking, they managed to remain calm under the majesty of the several land immortals.

Suddenly, a flag on the distant mountain ridge fluttered violently, as if hit by an invisible wave.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled bang, and the ground suddenly sank, with dust rising into the sky.

A group of monsters wrapped in turbid poisonous fog poured out of the crack like mercury, twisting their limbs or bone spurs like dead branches, howling and swarming towards the front line.

That was the first wave of attacks from the Outer Gods, most of them were half-formed monsters, but their number was astonishing.

They come in various shapes: some look like wild wolves that have lost their skin, revealing bright red tendons; some look like twisted giant rats with tentacles growing on their backs; the more horrifying ones are like lumps of flesh and blood, overflowing with sour and smelly pus, leaving traces of poison wherever they go.

Hundreds and thousands of these ugly and disgusting monsters spread out and rushed towards the human defense line like a tide of corpses, making people's scalps numb just by looking at them.

"Array-"

He Xiangu drank loudly.

She raised the jade ruyi in her hand, and more than a thousand spears and halberds quickly formed a fierce wall, with infantry in the front and archers in the back. This scene alone carried the tragic and majestic power of the Song Dynasty's iron army guarding the border.

The soldiers in the front row had a determined light in their eyes as they stared at the endless torrent of monsters.

In the blink of an eye, the roars and shouts merged into a thrilling symphony in the wilderness.

The archers struck first.

Thousands of arrows broke through the air, like falling dark clouds, and instantly shot down countless monsters.

But these monsters seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and were insensitive to pain or reacted very slowly.

Even though they were pierced by several arrows, they still howled and ran wildly. Some of their bodies were split in half on the spot, with blood splattered everywhere, but they could still continue to crawl with their twisted claws, which was terrifying to watch.

The first wave of attack hit the spear and halberd formation formed by the monks.

For a moment, the sound of flesh tearing and metal colliding pierced the air.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and tried their best to resist those crazy monsters.

The sharp claws hit the steel armor, sparks flew, blood plasma and broken bones flew everywhere, and the soil under the knees became sticky and smelly.

Someone was knocked down by the monster, but he still held on to the spear tightly and pierced the monster, thus dying together with it.

The screams, roars and sounds of bones breaking mixed together, making people tremble in fear.

Mu Guiying leaped into the air, her warhorse neighed, and her fiery red cloak fluttered violently in the wind.

She raised her flying knife and slashed at the monster that was rushing towards her. The knife flashed like a tongue of fire, chopping off several hideous claws and arms in succession, which rolled to the ground and made a creepy sound of squirming.

She was at the forefront, killing with great pleasure, but also feeling terrified at the sight: every knife she stabbed would bring up splatter of foul-smelling blood, but the number of monsters did not decrease.

What was even more terrifying was that in the distance behind them, there was a faint swaying of larger figures, which were gathering into an overwhelming attack.

Han Xiangzi, who was not far away, also commanded hundreds of cavalry to launch an attack.

They were like a sharp steel knife, stabbing into the flanks of the monster group. Their horse hooves raised waves of dust and they killed dozens of deformed monsters in the blink of an eye.

But then a two-meter-tall multi-armed monster appeared in front of him and blocked his way.

The chest and abdomen of the monster seemed to be separated by a crack, and a large number of tentacles stretched out from it. They swung over one by one, wrapped around a monk and threw him and his horse into the air, breaking his neck in an instant, and blood splattered into the sky.

Han Xiangzi's eyes were about to burst, and he thrust his spear angrily, piercing the multi-armed monster, but the monster was as strong as a rock. It retreated while struggling and roaring, almost knocking over its horse.

If Han Xiangzi had not been through many battles and was rich in experience, and had not pulled the reins hard to avoid the attack, he would have suffered a great loss.

Behind the battle line, the catapults and crossbows that had been deployed long ago began to show their power, throwing rolling stones and kerosene, which slammed into the monster tide.

The hot oil ignited a blazing flame, and many monsters were engulfed by the flames. They rolled over and wailed miserably, and turned into charcoal.

But before they died, they still did not forget to attack their companions around them, creating a chaotic sea of ​​fire.

The thick smoke and blood made the scene look like hell on earth. The monks were horrified, but they could only continue to control various treasures and charge and kill repeatedly through tears and smoke.

Suddenly, a sharp scream erupted from the sky.

When everyone looked up, they noticed a large number of winged beasts flying in the dark sky.

These winged beasts resemble giant eagles, but they drag tails covered with mucus, and their hoarse howls are accompanied by sharp sonic shocks.

The sound waves cut through the void like a blade, causing many monks on the ground to suffer splitting headaches, and some of them fell to the ground and convulsed.

The archers hurriedly turned their crossbows around and shot into the air, but the winged beasts were agile and always dodged the falling arrows. Some of their sharp claws swooped down to grab a few unlucky ones, brought them to the top of the sky, and threw them into the pile of monsters to bite them to death.

The screams spread among the crowd, triggering even greater panic.

"Turn the crossbow cart! Shoot it down!"

He Xiangu gave orders in a stern voice, but the monsters on the ground did not relax their offensive, and the army was in danger from being attacked from both sides.

The front row of infantrymen gradually retreated, the blood stains sticking to their armor, making their movements even heavier.

Someone slipped and fell to the ground, and was immediately torn apart by dozens of monster claws. The next moment he screamed and was annihilated.

A small corner of the army formation was broken, as if the gap was flooded with water, and a tide of monsters rushed in, bringing a bloody wind.

Scorched earth, rivers of blood, heart-wrenching screams... the battle escalated explosively.

The crude fortress was on the verge of collapse under the repeated attacks of the monsters, and cracks kept appearing in the parapets.

Wang Xuanfu, He Xiangu and a group of elite troops could only disperse to various places to fill the gaps, running around in a hurry.

The screams and roars around them almost made their brains collapse, but there were more monsters in front of them with terrifying postures, taking unimaginable and deformed steps, advancing layer by layer, treating the human positions as toys that could be smashed at will.

"Hold on for a while... and wait for reinforcements!"

He Xiangu's face was splattered with blood, and it was unclear whether it was the blood of the enemy or the casualties of her companions.

She forced herself to boost her morale, swung the Jade Ruyi violently, and chopped off the head of an approaching eyeball monster on the spot.

The eyeball monster was not dead yet. A slimy tentacle sprang out from its broken neck and tried to wrap around her arm. Fortunately, she was quick-eyed and quick-handed and chopped it off again to kill it completely.

Wang Xuanfu and Lu Dongbin were also engaged in a fierce fight. The tips of their guns were corroded and deformed by the acid, but they did not let go. Instead, they used the gun handles to smash the monster's head.

I don’t know how long the brutal fight lasted, and every breath felt like a knife cutting my chest.

But the number of monsters was still endless like the sea. The imperial military officers in the back row were terrified and felt that the earth was stained with blood and the end of the world was near.

In this cruel tug of war, a rumble of thunder suddenly sounded from afar, and the earth shook more violently than before. The human warriors thought it was a new monster, but they saw that the deepest black fog began to separate to both sides, revealing a towering figure.

I saw red sunken spots flashing on the figure, and thick tentacles extending from its back, like a black forest.

Every time the tentacles swung, it set off a violent storm, making the group of monsters in front more and more fanatical, and they attacked the human positions desperately like crazy.

Many soldiers looked at this huge monster in horror: it was several times taller than an ordinary city wall, with an oval head and a hard shell on the top that was like a mountain peak.

Occasionally, those tentacles would reach the ground, pull up large pieces of soil and rocks, and throw them into the air at will, hitting the crowd.

The catapult a little further away was hit head-on by a flying boulder. Parts of the catapult were scattered everywhere and the operator fell to the ground covered in blood, dead.

"Is that... a puppet of the Outer God?"

He Xiangu was not sure, but she vaguely thought that the foreign god could command such a large group of monsters, so there must be a terrifying leader or clone.

However, they are currently busy rescuing the monster and have no idea whether they can fight against it.

She suppressed her fear and helplessness, and still ordered everyone to direct their firepower at the monster on the opposite side, fighting to the last man.

boom!
The ground cracked again, and dirt and rocks flew like scattered beans, overturning soldiers and monsters within a hundred meters.

As a result, the human positions collapsed and large potholes appeared, and the front-line troops suffered serious impacts.

The archers were thrown into disarray, their offensive wasted for a moment. The monsters seized the opportunity and pounced, cracking the human spear wall, and screams followed one after another.

"Quickly shrink the formation!"

Lü Dongbin shouted at the top of his lungs, commanding the remaining troops to retreat in the bloody storm.

He protected a wounded veteran, chopped off several green-eyed rat monsters, and drew deep marks on the ground with his sword, pushing the enemy back step by step.

It seems like we are trying our best to stop it, but it is difficult to change the general trend.

The human defense line has been completely shaken, and collapse is only a moment away.

"Defeated...really going to lose?"

Some soldiers gritted their teeth and shed tears, with countless corpses of their comrades lying before them, but the monster tide still advanced layer by layer, and all the military formations and defense lines were like paper.

What's more, the towering giant still didn't attack with its full strength. Just extending a few tentacles was enough to almost cause the human army to collapse.

If it were to step further onto the battlefield, the consequences would be disastrous.

The night wind was filled with the stench of dust and monster slime, as if the god of death had come to judge.

The battlefield was filled with swords and blood, corpses and mucus were everywhere, and it was a horrible sight. There was a blaze of fire ahead, and the various shouts and wails almost tore the eardrums.

The dark clouds overhead grew thicker, as if the sky itself had fallen into the control of alien gods, with not a single ray of light shining on this suffering world.

Mu Guiying's arm was injured and she could barely hold the sword, but she still held on in the center of the formation.

There was a fiery stubbornness in her eyes: even if she fell, she would transform into a fighting spirit and defend this place.

Yang Paifeng, who followed closely behind her, was equally brave and fearless. He continued to fight despite his injuries. The two of them each led a remnant army and formed the final defense circle.

At this time, the human army had been divided into several pieces, and most of the people were killed or wounded.

Looking again, the giant alien god was slowly stepping forward. Every step it took shook the earth and made people feel extremely desperate.

From time to time there were low muffled sounds in the sky, like thunder but even more bizarre, as if striking people's eardrums, causing waves of dull pain.

On the top of the city wall, the archers and crossbowmen had run out of quivers, and the warriors wielding swords gritted their teeth and held on to their limits.

The night wind blew in our faces, carrying with it the stench of desolation and blood, as if mocking the fragility of this makeshift camp.

The soldiers could see clearly that the crack in front of them that ran through the plain was still spewing black fog, and thousands of monster bodies were looming in the fog.

The last fierce attack had just subsided, but the next more intense and frantic charge was already ready to begin.

Yang Paifeng used a broken fire stick to support his injured leg, his brows furrowed.

There were only dozens of cavalrymen who had escaped death around her. Most of their horses were dead, their crossbows had run out of arrows, and they only had cold weapons in their hands.

If such a force were to encounter the overwhelming attack of foreign gods, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and they would have nowhere to retreat.

This battle-hardened "Fire Marshal" smiled wryly at Mu Guiying and said:

"Marshal, if that gentleman doesn't come, I'm afraid we can only fight to the last man."

Mu Guiying wiped the blood from her forehead and responded proudly:

"We can defend for a while, but as long as we are here, we can't let the monsters get to our rear. If I really have to die with these beasts, I will accept it."

She said it with certainty, but her heart ached, wondering whether Li Qingyun could ever recover his divine power, or whether a miracle would really happen.

At this moment, a string of eerie purple light suddenly flashed from the depths of the black crack, illuminating the gray night.

Seeing its shape like a snake-shaped talisman winding up, the surrounding black fog immediately rolled back and dispersed, revealing more tentacle-like strange monsters, shaking their towering torsos and moving towards the human position.

With every step they took, the earth hummed, beating on everyone's heartstrings like a drum.

Some people couldn't suppress their fear and exclaimed:
"They are about to launch a new wave of attacks!"

Sure enough, the purple light quickly gathered in the air, followed by a sharp whistling sound, like a sharp blade cutting through the air, tearing people's eardrums and causing pain.

Then, accompanied by the roars of countless monsters, the dark torrent burst out again, gathering from the cracks and the wilderness to form an inseparable encirclement.

Whether they were flying or walking like animals, crawling or leaping, the monsters were all excited and frantic, with mucus dripping from their mouths and their limbs rubbing against the ground, making a crackling sound that made people's scalps tingle.

"Form a formation to resist!"

Lu Dongbin's eyes were bloodshot, and he ordered the soldiers who were still able to move to gather outside the camp.

Bows and arrows were no longer available, and they only had swords and spears, and they held wooden shields or broken iron plates.

Once the monsters rush over, a bloody battle is inevitable.

He wanted to call Li Qingyun from the bottom of his heart, but he also knew that if Li Qingyun could still arrive in time, he should have appeared long ago.

Maybe he is really in trouble, or maybe he has been pinned down on other battlefields... Now he can only rely on his own blood and bones to fight to the end.

Just when the soldiers were almost despairing, a thunderous sound like tearing silk exploded from the sky, but it was not like ordinary thunder, but a roar filled with the intent of a sword.

A golden-white light suddenly appeared in the sky above the camp, tearing through the darkness like a meteor, causing everyone to look up reflexively. The light quickly flew towards the monster torrent, and a slender human figure floated in the night wind, with fluttering clothes and a strange aura of gold and gray intertwined around him.

The monster sensed this sudden threat and immediately let out a sharp scream, as if to warn its companions.

But this warning only lasted for a moment, and the light and shadow flew to the front of the formation, and instantly swung a ferocious sword light - the sword light shot up into the sky, like a star falling to the ground, crossing the night sky.

Large pieces of monsters were cut open in an instant, black blood spurted out, and the loud roars were abruptly cut off!
Immediately afterwards, the sword light flashed again, and between flickering, blood rained all over the sky.

Before the injured monsters could counterattack, the master of the knife had already stabbed into their formation like lightning, piercing a large gap in the thick army of Outer Gods like a sharp cone. Blood mist rose into the air and the monsters' limbs flew everywhere.

The blade was extremely sharp, mixed with some kind of destructive wave of annihilation, which made the approaching monsters instantly wilted, as if all their spiritual energy had been drained away and they could no longer roar.

"Li Qingyun..."

Lü Dongbin was surprised and delighted, his eyes almost heated up. Even though he was always ruthless and resolute, he couldn't help but shout out in a trembling voice...

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(End of this chapter)