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

Chapter 423 Cowardly Acts, I Will Never Tolerate!

"Talk."

A burly man with a full beard was the first to stand up from the kneeling crowd.

The Krutal tribe's famous commander of ten thousand men was known for his fierceness and bravery.

He reached out and grabbed a heavy horse-slaying sword from the forest of overturned weapons. He walked slowly to Mo Yu, stopped, and then bowed deeply to the young ruler with a respectful expression.

"Master Chief Priest."

Mo Yu's expression was indifferent as he spoke calmly:
"War God Weapon: Horned Shield!"

A not-so-intense power of the God of War enveloped the golden horned shield, ensuring that the shield would not be easily cut in half.

"War God Weapon - Battle Blade!"

A complex look flashed in the eyes of the bearded man opposite him. A war god power far more intense than that of Mo Yu surged out, like black and red baleful energy enveloping the thick-backed horse-slaying sword in his hand.

He knew that this was not because the High Priest was unable to use the stronger power of the God of War, but because he was deliberately suppressing his own power to fight him fairly.

Even so, he didn't feel the slightest chance of winning.

"war!"

With a fierce roar, the bearded man strode forward, his thick-backed saber dragging diagonally across the ground, carving a deep, fine cut into the hard, frozen earth.

Mo Yu stood still, his black robe fluttering slightly in the strong wind.

"kill!!"

When the distance closed to within ten paces, the bearded man's battle roar grew even louder and deafening.

He flicked his wrist, and the thick-backed saber swung up fiercely from bottom to top, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the trajectory of the blade in his hand!
"Keng!"

Just before the blade was about to strike, a sharp metallic clang rang out.

The golden horned shield struck first, landing precisely on the side of the thick-backed saber.

The trajectory of the saber was forcibly deflected, grazing past Mo Yu's body, while a battle sword, under the cover of the horn shield, quietly thrust forward.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed down from the wound pierced through his heart by a sharp blade.

The bearded man knelt weakly on the ground, looking down at the long sword that had pierced his heart, his eyes somewhat dazed.

Mo Yu calmly drew his sword, then with a flick of his wrist, the sword light swept across, and a head flew into the sky.

He ended the warrior's final suffering in the swiftest way possible.

"Pfft!"

When the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

More than ten tribal warriors, each carrying a weapon of their choice, walked over.

No one glanced at the still-warm body of the bearded man; they simply came before Mo Yu and bowed in unison.

This bow was both an expression of their final remorse to the High Priest, whom they regarded as a ruler and a teacher, and a way of thanking him for granting them the honor of dying on the battlefield as warriors.

Mo Yu's expression remained indifferent, but he silently tightened the sleeves of his wide robe.

"Weapon of the God of War!"

"kill!!"

A dozen or so strangers naturally formed a small battle formation the moment they charged forward.

The large shield was in front, the long spear was behind, and the swords were placed on the flanks.

This is a battlefield instinct honed through countless trials.

However, this time, Mo Yu did not choose to remain still and wait for the right moment to act.

Facing the army formation, he took the initiative and charged forward!
The figure left a straight black line across the open field, moving so fast that it created a sharp whooshing sound.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In a flash, the five or six spears that were thrusting at him were all deflected and deflected by the corner shield on his left arm, sparks flying everywhere.

The three tower shields, as solid as mountains, suddenly converged forward, trying to trap Mo Yu within them and restrict his movements.

However, just as the central shield bearer stepped forward, Mo Yu suddenly stomped down, crushing his forefoot, and then fiercely slammed his horned shield against the shield, causing him to stagger backward.

Mo Yu shifted his body to the side and squeezed through the gap!

"not good!"

The three spearmen reacted quickly, retreating rapidly in an attempt to regain distance.

The other two spearmen decisively abandoned their spears, drew their short swords, and returned to reinforce the flanks along with the swordsmen.

But they were fast, and Mo Yu's sword was even faster!
A flash of cold light, like a startled swan.

With one shield and two spears, three warriors fell instantly, losing their fighting ability.

Immediately afterward, Mo Yu bypassed the three men who were not yet completely dead and quickly closed the distance to the retreating spearmen.

The blades clashed, their cold light flashing wildly, and the clanging sounds were incessant.

In just one exchange, three spearmen, along with two swordsmen who had attacked from the flank, had all fallen.

The remaining few were also killed by Mo Yu's sword within the next ten breaths.

"call"

Mo Yu stood tall among the corpses, looking up ahead.

More than a hundred tribal warriors, armed with weapons, came over and bowed in unison, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to die.

Mo Yu exhaled a deep breath, and the power of the God of War enveloping the horn shield became even stronger at this moment to ensure that it would not be cut through.

These are not just ordinary soldiers.

Rather, they were elite generals among the tribal warriors, all of whom were battlefield warriors who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even with the power of a late-stage martial artist, facing hundreds of times more enemies of the same level would be extremely stressful for him.

Without using a divine sense cheat to gain a 360-degree God's-eye view, it would be almost impossible to achieve.

One counterintuitive aspect of the extraordinary world is that the lower the extraordinary level, the more difficult it is for an individual to fight against multiple levels of peers in the same realm.

Because the upper and lower limits of the low-level transcendent realm are fixed, the gap is too small, and there are too few methods, so there is simply not much room for maneuver.

If Mo Yu had been a martial artist in the Acquired Realm back then, he wouldn't have needed hundreds of people. Just twenty or thirty martial artists of the same realm would have been enough to kill him, a prodigy with such exceptional martial arts talent, on the spot, simply because of the blind spot in their perspective.

Faced with a military formation of hundreds of soldiers with excellent coordination among different branches, even the 360-degree field of vision of the Hyuga Byakugan is not enough.

It must be a kind of divine consciousness, which ignores physical obstacles and reflects everything within a certain range in the mind, and it also needs a brain that can instantly process this complex data to match it.

A quarter of an hour later.

In the wilderness, nearly two hundred corpses lay piled up one on top of another.

Besides being splattered with blood, Mo Yu's black Taoist robe also had three rips.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible force threw the three tribal warriors who had left marks on him in front of Buck's elite troops.

The three were still in shock.

Looking at the three lucky ones who were still panting, everyone naturally understood what Mo Yu meant.

In this death struggle for redemption, anyone who can harm him, even just by damaging his clothes, will be pardoned and allowed to continue living.

"Boom!"

The 1,200 warriors who were already waiting bowed to Mo Yu in unison, then formed a military formation and slowly advanced.

Mo Yu casually tossed aside the battle sword that had been dulled by the blows, picked up a thick-backed horse-slaying saber from beside the corpse at his feet, and held it in his hand. His bright, restrained eyes were extremely focused.

The saying goes, "An army of a thousand men is formed." Once an army has more than a thousand men, the power it can unleash is far more than just ten times the difficulty of a group of a hundred men!
Mo Yu didn't dare to be careless. He charged forward again, but just as he was about to make contact with the shield wall at the front of the army formation, he suddenly changed direction and rushed along the edge of the army formation towards its left flank at high speed.

The rebel army, which was changing its formation to Crane Wing and trying to use the tower shields on both sides to squeeze Mo Yu tightly in the center of the formation, reacted immediately, but there was no time left to deal with it.

The left-wing soldiers could only form small formations for defense. Mo Yu wielded his horse-slaying saber, and with the force of splitting a mountain, he slammed it down hard on the tower shield in front of him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the shield-wielding soldiers were sent flying backward, staggering and retreating. Mo Yu then charged into the midst of it like a tiger among sheep, unleashing a storm of blood and gore!
Before the small formation could entangle him, the large formation surrounded him from the outside, and Mo Yu charged out covered in blood!

Then, they repeated the same trick.

Like a master hunter, constantly circling and pulling at this huge "prey," searching for the flaws revealed by each change in its formation, and relentlessly nibbling away at it.

……

Najenda, staring at the scene before her amidst an army of over 400,000, couldn't stop twitching at the corners of her eyes.

She could tell that Mo Yu was fighting purely with martial arts skills, and the strength he displayed, apart from his absurd physical strength, did not exceed her understanding of 'ordinary people'.

"Is...is this still human? Or is he truly a ghost or god walking among humans?!"

Najenda muttered to herself, then couldn't help turning her head to look at Esdeath beside her.

On the day Esdeath succumbed to the temptation of power and surrendered to the Church of the God of War prematurely, she also gave up and surrendered along with her.

"He is far stronger than you imagine, terrifyingly stronger! And it's not just in martial arts!"

Esdeath stood proudly with her arms crossed, her icy blue eyes fixed on the earth-shattering battle in the distance, not even having time to glance at her best friend.

As the only commander present besides Mo Yu who possessed the ability to command a large army, she could see many things that others could not.

'This pulling and maneuvering, this manipulation of the enemy's formation... he wasn't passively responding; it was as if he were commanding the opposing army in another way! And with perfect precision!'

Esdeath's beautiful eyes sparkled with a strange light.

Even setting aside the difference in individual combat strength between the two, she knew that she would be no match for Mo Yu in terms of commanding large armies.

If her command of the army was like that of a cold machine, capable of ensuring orders were obeyed without question;

Mo Yu's command of the army was like an art form. Both sides, friend and foe, were like two puppets in his hands, manipulated by him to perform a magnificent yet bloody dance of death.

……

More than an hour passed.

As the last warrior fell, Mo Yu stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

He casually tossed the longsword, which had been replaced countless times and was now dulled again, to the ground.

His black Taoist robe had more than twenty large and small tears, making it almost a pile of tattered rags, and he looked quite disheveled.

This also means that among the 1,200 people who attacked, more than 20 survived.

Including the few who survived earlier, there were barely thirty people in total.

Mo Yu lowered his eyes, his cold gaze falling on the more than nine hundred rebel prisoners of war who were still kneeling on the ground, trembling in the distance.

As that still indifferent gaze fell upon them, the rebel prisoners of war lowered their heads even further, and many even trembled and cried out.

They know what they should do.

Pick up your weapons, fight, and seek the death of a warrior, or a glimmer of hope.

But...but!
They really didn't dare.

After witnessing firsthand the divine might of a single man slaughtering over 1,300 people, they dared not, they simply dared not raise their heads to face that demon-like figure.

Mo Yu waited quietly for a moment.

Seeing that no one else stood up, he did not give them any more chances.

With a thought, the true qi within his body circulated, mending the tear in the black Taoist robe.

He raised his left arm, and the golden horn shield transformed into a golden branch once more, winding its way down his arm and onto the blood-stained earth below.

The golden branches touch the ground, like the roots of an old tree, and quickly take root and sprout.

The next moment, countless golden roots burst forth from the soil, like living things, entwining the bodies of more than a thousand warriors on the ground, dragging them into the earth, and turning them into nutrients.

In the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, countless golden branches rose from the ground, intertwining, spiraling, and growing, eventually transforming into a towering tree more than ten meters tall.

It was still bare, with only gnarled branches and not a single leaf.

Mo Yu slowly walked out of the battlefield, where corpses had vanished, and headed towards the formation of his own army.

Buck, Gentleman, and the five patriarchs, along with other high-ranking church officials, hurriedly came forward to greet them.

"This sacred tree is the incarnation of the God of War in the mortal world."

Mo Yu pointed to the sacred tree and explained. Then, he looked at Buck:
“Buck.”

"My subordinate is here!"

Buck suddenly straightened up, his eyes filled with fanatical worship.

"Go and get rid of the rest of those trash who have completely lost their warrior spirit and are no longer worthy of being called warriors."

"As ordered!"

Buck's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, and he grinned maliciously.
"I will now offer the heads and blood of these worthless creatures as a sacrifice to my god, to nourish the sacred tree!"

"The God of War only accepts the souls and blood of valiant warriors. This trash who only kneels and begs for mercy, their blood will only defile the sacred tree. Who gave you permission to offer this sacrifice?"

Mo Yu glanced at him and took the opportunity to instill and guide these church leaders in their understanding of the God of War.

"Um... High Priest, I understand!"

Buck paused for a moment, then scratched his shiny bald head and suddenly realized.

He misunderstood the situation.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to make sense.

To return to the God of War, to die on the battlefield—that is the supreme glory that belongs only to true warriors.

These spineless cowards who don't even dare to draw their swords and only kneel on the ground and kowtow, what right do their souls and blood have to nourish the sacred Tree of War?
To nourish the sacred tree is an immense honor!

Only a true man like Buck, a genuine warrior, has the right to do that!

Having figured this out, Buck, carrying his large axe, strode over to the group of kneeling prisoners of war.

He walked up to the nearest rebel general, a former centurion who was a figure of some importance in the Krutal tribe; at least Buck had seen him before.

But right now...

Buck raised his foot and stomped on the centurion's face, grinding his face into the cold, muddy, blood-soaked earth.

He even felt that stepping on that face would dirty his shoes.

"Coward! This humiliating way of dying is most suitable for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the axe came down.

"puff!"

The head rolled off, and blood gushed out, staining the land even more crimson.

This former centurion ended his life in such a humiliating and shameful way.

Buck's behavior was like a signal.

The soldiers of the Trapped Camp behind him followed his example, stomping on the heads of those kneeling cowards with their iron boots in the most humiliating way.

There were no screams, only the muffled thuds of sharp blades piercing flesh and heads rolling to the ground.

Mo Yu stood there quietly, with the more than one thousand glorious souls who died in battle and the more than nine hundred heads that fell to the ground in humiliation.

To the army of over 400,000 men before him, including Esdeath, Najenda, and all the other high-ranking members of the church, he clearly proclaimed one thing—

I will never tolerate such cowardly behavior!

Even if it means death, you have to die standing up!

(End of this chapter)