Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 272 The advantage is mine!

The massive army pressed forward in a mighty, unstoppable march.

This time, the old chieftain Urka did not command the army from the rear.

Instead, he took his personal guards and joined the first batch of almost certain-to-die suicide squads!

The army's morale was low and their strength was exhausted!
The only reason they can still stand here and continue fighting is because of their fanatical faith in the 'God of War'!

In this situation, there must be a general of sufficient stature to lead the troops to the front, and use his actions and blood to reignite the soldiers' fighting spirit!

Buck was still recovering from serious injuries, and Gen was a better commander than himself, so the best choice was this old man.

Ulka took one last deep look at the young figure still sitting calmly on the viewing platform. The confusion in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by the fanaticism of a martyr!
Nothing much to say!
The high priest had saved my life.

At this point, the worst that can be done is to return it to its owner!

What was once a small tribe with fewer than a thousand people has, through the blessing of the high priest, developed into a large tribe with a population of over 100,000 and tens of thousands of armored soldiers!
Even though all 30,000 elite soldiers he brought with him were lost here.

Those who remain in the rear can still annex other tribes, making the Rorowu tribe even stronger!

Even in death, I can rest in peace!
"For the God of War! For the Horde! Siege the city—!!"

Urka took a deep breath, banishing all distracting thoughts from his mind!

With great effort, he shouldered a heavy siege ladder and launched the first desperate charge towards the towering, cold city wall!

Behind him were over a thousand elite warriors, all veterans who had followed High Priest Mo Yu and fought their way through Numa Seka's army!

Even though reason tells them that what lies ahead is a dead end with no chance of survival!
But in their eyes, there was no fear or hesitation! Only fervent faith and an unwavering determination to win!
Because they absolutely believed in the high priest who had created countless miracles!

They can't see the opportunities ahead simply because they're not smart enough! Their vision is too narrow!

Based on past experience, as long as they dare to fight! As long as they are fearless of death! As long as they closely follow in the footsteps of the High Priest!

Then, hope must lie ahead!

Right beneath the blade gripped in his hand! Right on the corpses of his enemies!
"Owner,"

In the distance, watching from the sidelines, Li Wu saw the tribal warriors charging forward under a dense hail of arrows and rolling rocks and logs. She drew her ever-present Imperial Guard, the Flute, from her robes.

"The soldiers at the front have begun their charge. Shall I play a tune for them to boost their morale?"

The cultivation technique she had previously practiced was an evil method that used flute music to control people's minds. Later, she was bestowed with this extraordinary imperial weapon that perfectly suited her by Mo Yu, and with the cultivation technique, Heavenly Demon Sound...

Even a top-tier grandmaster, she was confident she could exert some influence.

If used to buff one's own troops with various positive status effects, the results are even more immediate!

"No rush, just wait."

Mo Yu raised his hand to stop her, his gaze cold as he stared at the brutal battlefield ahead, his earlier languor and mockery undiminished.

What nomadic civilizations fear most is that after emerging from the harsh landscapes of Northeast China and witnessing prosperity, their fighting spirit will wane.

A weary army is not suited to forcibly attack a fortified city; how could he not know this?
For him, winning is actually a very simple matter.

He only needs to personally take to the field to slaughter all the guards on the city wall in a very short time!

However, what he wanted was neither victory nor the world!
What he needs are warriors who can provide him with the purest and most fervent fighting spirit!
So he started testing and screening!
He looked at the soldiers who had fought alongside him, wondering if their spirits had been corrupted and their morale waned by the brief victory and comfort.

As long as you have the courage to face death, then
God will protect you!

On the battlefield! On the city walls!
Elder Chieftain Urka, carrying the mechanical prosthetic limb bestowed upon him by Mo Yu, was the first to climb to the top of the city wall, thus making a name for himself as the first to scale the walls!
Then, before he could even get a foothold and clear a place for his people behind him, he was still standing.

A silver-white figure blocked his way!
Brand, the Empire's First Centurion, clad in the Imperial Armor: Demon Possessed!

And all around him, an endless stream of imperial soldiers swarmed in!

With a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, Urka, surrounded by layers of enemy troops, was like a mad tiger, constantly trying to break through the encirclement!
He then witnessed just how impressive the "amazing" marksmanship Buck had described really was!
Beneath his heavy silver armor, Brand wielded his spear with remarkable skill, effortlessly deflecting Urka's spear aimed at the Imperial soldier.

Then, with a flick of the spear tip, it easily bypassed Urka's raised shield and, with a "whoosh," pierced through the armor's defenses, blooming a bewitching blood plum blossom on his chest!
If Urka hadn't instinctively twisted his body to the left in the face of danger, avoiding a fatal blow, his heart would have been pierced by that gunshot!
Before he could even catch his breath!
The blood that had gathered into a stream at his feet suddenly condensed and transformed into a sharp blade, silently slashing at his intact left leg!
"Ho!"

Urka cried out in pain and staggered.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Riva, the Imperial Commander, manipulating liquid with the Imperial Arms of the Guardian, atop the city wall.

On a battlefield where blood flows like a river, the Imperial Arm of the Ring, which can manipulate liquids, is definitely not much worse than the Imperial Arm of Ice if used well!
A malevolent spirit haunts him from the front, while a water dragon possesses him from the back!
And countless imperial soldiers are besieging us!

Ulka already knew in his heart that he was doomed to die today!
However, faced with this truly desperate situation, he relaxed instead, ceasing to think about the battlefield situation and no longer trying to guess the High Priest's true intentions.
Simply be a warrior and fight to the last!

"Weapon of the God of War!!"

An extremely dense black aura suddenly erupted from his body! Then it contracted inward! It condensed and covered his body, transforming into a black armor!
Strength, speed, and defense have all been greatly enhanced at this moment!
He swung his left arm's shield sharply, deflecting Brand's fierce spear thrust again! He also withstood several blood-red blade strikes controlled by Riva!

With a roar, the spear swept out, instantly slicing through the necks of three imperial soldiers! Blood splattered!

Once this state of fully unleashing the 'Power of the God of War' is activated, it will quickly deplete the God of War's power within the body, leaving no even the basic power enhancement.

Therefore, unless it's a desperate gamble with certain death.

Normally, believers would not unleash the power of the God of War to this extent.

But right now, it's a life-or-death struggle!

Even if I die today, I'll drag as many imperial scum as possible down with me!

Blood! Slaughter! Roar! Everything before my eyes turned into a blinding crimson!
Standing atop the city wall, General Liva, whose main focus was on observing the overall battle situation and who only spared some attention to remotely manipulating the Blood Blade to attack the enemy, was astonished to discover that something seemed amiss!

One! Two! Three! ... Ten! Dozens! ...

Qi Yan, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red light, appeared on the battlefield like a demon that had crawled out of purgatory and knew only how to kill!

They were relentlessly attacking the empire's defenses!
"What...what the hell is going on?!"

A storm raged within Liva's heart!

"Shouldn't their bizarre state only last a few breaths at most? Why... why hasn't it subsided yet?!"

He stared at the rampaging Urka! The black flames on his body showed no signs of extinguishing; on the contrary, they burned even more fiercely with the slaughter! His black armor also became more and more solid!
Three or five guards, also in the state of black flames, formed a battle formation with him, and even someone as strong as Brand had difficulty killing him in a short time!

And this is not an isolated case!
Similar scenes unfolded repeatedly in other places where tribal warriors also successfully scaled the city walls!

Just then, a faint flute melody drifted from afar.

Ignoring the noise and chaos of the battlefield, it clearly reached the ears of every tribal warrior!

The old patriarch's fighting spirit burned even brighter. He suddenly threw away his shield and grabbed Brand's thrusting spear.

"What?! How is this possible?!"

Brand's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widening in disbelief. 'His power... how is that possible? It actually surpasses mine even with the Teigu's enhancement!'

But then they saw that more than ten guards had gathered behind Urka.

The black Qi flames coalesced and poured into Urka's body!
Roar--!
A majestic black phantom, over three meters tall, clad in heavy black armor, wearing a signature bull-horned helmet, and holding a spear in one hand and a horned shield in the other, slowly materialized behind Urka!
The surrounding tribal warriors, upon seeing this familiar phantom, were filled with even greater fervor! They roared wildly!
"War God Weapon - War God Guardian!!"

Old man Urka's white beard and hair stood on end!

After absorbing the power of more than ten guards, his already burly body swelled up even more!
The spear, already stained with blood, suddenly thrust forward—

Sword flash!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any fancy moves!

Only speed! Extreme speed!

The spearhead, stained with blood, pierced Brand's silver-white heavy armor for the first time.

Although, because Brand instinctively dodged, the spear only left a shallow bloodstain on his left arm.

But this explosive and fierce move, with its simple and efficient way of exerting force and its artistic conception... is clearly not a move that Ulka should originally possess!
"No...it's not just this one move!"

A warning screamed in Brand's mind; he was horrified to discover...
"His basic techniques! His blocking! His footwork! His fighting instincts! All of them have instantly improved by several levels!"
It was like... like a completely different person was suddenly fighting!

Brand clearly felt the pressure skyrocketing!
It even created a strong sense of crisis that the slightest carelessness could lead to death on the spot!
You know, even though he had been giving it his all in the fight just now, to be honest, he just felt... tired!

Physical exhaustion!

And, the immense burden that the Imperial Arms themselves bring!

His greatest 'enemy' was not the tribal soldiers in front of him, but the Imperial Armor he wore, which constantly drained his strength as the intensity of the battle increased!

But now, the situation is completely different!

It's not just here!
The entire imperial defensive line is under increasing pressure! It is beginning to crumble!
"What's going on? Weren't they supposed to be exhausted and on their last legs?! Why... why have they become even stronger?!"

An imperial officer, watching helplessly as his last soldier was slaughtered by those fiery black demons, desperately questioned them.

Liva's face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. He didn't know why this was happening!
The enemy's stamina should have been exhausted long ago!

He was absolutely certain of that!
The exhaustion on the soldiers' faces was undeniable!
If the enemy had possessed such terrifying combat power during the day, this city wall would have fallen days ago! How could it have waited until now?!
Suddenly!
Liva thought of something and looked at the young figure who had been sitting calmly and watching the battle from the bottom of the city the whole time without making a move!

"It's him?!"

Riva's mind raced, quickly scanning and analyzing the differences from all previous battles!
The enemy's bizarre actions—disregarding the soldiers' physical strength and launching a night attack on the city—along with the clearly abnormal battlefield and the burning black flames, were striking.
The only variable! The greatest possibility! It all stems from this young figure!

"High Priest of the Church of the God of War... Mo Yu!"

Liva pondered the name repeatedly, and finally vaguely understood what this title and name truly meant!
He turned his head and glanced back. Even with a steady stream of imperial soldiers pouring in to reinforce them, the entire defensive line was still teetering on the brink of collapse, about to be completely overwhelmed by those frenzied tribal warriors.

Liva's gaze returned to the young figure below the city walls. He now understood that the only way to defend Changyuan was...
kill him!

Without any hesitation, Liva abandoned command of the battle on the city wall and leaped off the wall, which was over ten meters high!

They charged toward the seemingly unsuspecting young figure below the city!
In mid-air, he fully activated the Imperial Arms of the Ring: Water Dragon Possession!

On the battlefield, which resembled a meat grinder, endless blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a surging sea of ​​blood behind him! It then transformed into a towering blood blade tens of meters long!

With the unparalleled power to split mountains and cleave peaks, it cleaved straight down!
"Die!"

Keng!
Two flying axes crossed, flashing past from bottom to top.

Click!

Like tattered cotton! Like rotten wood!
The enormous blood-red blade, along with Riva's body, was cleaved in two by its terrifying sharpness in mid-air!

The mangled corpse fell from mid-air.

The two Imperial Arms of axes drew a perfect arc in the air, then merged back into one, returning to Buck's hands, which were guarding Mo Yu.

Having lost control of the Imperial Arms of the Rings, the broken Blood Blade exploded in mid-air, turning into a storm of blood and gore that rained down from the sky.

It seemed as if the entire world was mourning the fall of the empire's veteran general.

Mo Yu guided the sword finger of the Imperial Arms.

Looking at the tribal warriors who had already established themselves on the city walls, he smiled broadly as he looked at Genshi, who had returned to his side.

"See, I told you, the advantage is on my side!"

With the battle having progressed to this point, victory was assured, and there was no longer any need for further command.

Or rather, from the very beginning, there was no need for command.

When the disparity in basic combat strength is this great, a full-scale charge will guarantee victory.

Genshi gazed at the one-sided massacre on the city wall, then at his lord beside him who remained calm and composed, seemingly in complete control. His heart was filled with complex emotions as he bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty is wise!"

The military strategist has always been the purest of the hundred schools of thought.

The process and the methods used are irrelevant!

If we can win! That's good!

(End of this chapter)