Final Lord

Chapter 250 The Power of the Rebellion Suppression Army!

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"Report—!"

The messenger's urgent shout pierced the Gobi Desert mist, startling several circling vultures. He knelt on one knee before the carriage inlaid with thorn patterns, his armor still covered in the dust he had picked up during his reconnaissance.

Inside the carriage, Sutton's massive body sank deep into the silk cushions, his hooves tapping impatiently against the gilded armrests. In the transparent cavity of his abdomen, murky liquid rippled with each breath, reflecting the distorted silhouettes of the rock pillars outside the carriage window.

"Lord Sutton, the Blue Shield Desert, a semi-chaotic zone, lies ahead." The messenger's Adam's apple bobbed. "Once we cross this area, we'll reach Gru Territory before sunset."

"Such a trivial matter needs reporting?" Sutton's snort puffed out two puffs of white mist, and the bronze bells hanging from its horns jingled. "Do I have to teach you how to walk?"

“But the monsters in the Blue Shield Desert haven’t been cleared out for a long time, and their numbers are vast.” The messenger’s voice lowered. “They just devoured a caravan last week. If we detour through Honeypot City, it will take five days, but the journey will be much safer.”

“Five days?” Sutton suddenly grinned, revealing his gleaming white sheep teeth. “Lord Hank is returning the day after tomorrow, and I’m going to invite him to a victory celebration in Gru territory. You want me to take a five-day detour?”

Sutton abruptly flung open the carriage curtain, his deformed goat's hoof pointing towards the horizon. "Look at our ranks!"

Under the setting sun, four thousand four hundred human soldiers formed an iron torrent. At the forefront, the shield bearers slammed their iron-clad oak shields into the sand; amidst the rising dust, heavy crossbowmen were adjusting their gleaming arrows. Three hundred elite spearmen wielded their spears in a silver thorn-like formation, their tips gleaming. Powerful heavy cavalry and elite heavy cavalry provided mobility.

The half-goat legion was even more terrifying—the bronze shepherd's bells of the two hundred [Lame Sheep] moved erratically without wind, and the figures of the thirty [Mist-Covering Sheep] appeared and disappeared in the heat. The bone staffs of the ten [Dreamless Sheep Beasts] were stuck in the sand, and the gravel within a hundred meters radius was strangely pulsating.

"A total of 410 extraordinary units and 4400 ordinary units, including 10 extraordinary Tier 3 Dreamless Sheep Beasts!"

With such a large force, they could wipe out 10 baronies. If they were to be intimidated by a mere semi-chaotic district, Viscount Hank would laugh his horns off.

"All troops, charge!" Sutton's roar shattered the weathered rocks on the cliff face. "I'll pave the way with monster bones!"

"Yes!"

The melodious sound of bugles rang out, and the sound of horses' hooves, along with the panting of the infantry, rushed into the depths of the Blue Shield Gobi Desert!

Sutton's counterinsurgency forces surged into the Blue Shield Desert like a winding torrent of steel. Dark gray dust swirled and rose between the weathered rock pillars.

Just as the messenger put away the map, the howls of wolves echoed from afar. Dozens of eerie green eyes suddenly lit up from the crevices of the distant Gobi Desert, and a pack of nearly 200 dark gray wolves darted out of the shadows of the rocks like ghosts.

The first wave of attacks was more ferocious than expected.

"Shield formation!" The human commander had barely uttered the command when the shield bearers at the front rank moved in perfect unison, forming a tortoise-shell formation with their iron shields. Wolf claws scraped against them with a screeching sound, yet not a single white mark was left.

"put!"

A sudden mechanical hum erupted from the rear. The heavy crossbowmen and sharpshooters fired their arrows simultaneously, specially crafted armor-piercing arrows piercing the wolf pack. The three giant wolves, pouncing in mid-air, suddenly froze; arrows pierced their anuses, their intestines emerging from their mouths.

The battle on the surface was not yet over, but muffled tremors like thunder were already rumbling from underground.

More than twenty sand worms burrowed through the Gobi Desert and emerged from the soil!

"For Lord Hank's glory! Charge!"

The heavily armored cavalry, poised for action, suddenly charged. Three-meter-long lances, propelled by the horses' momentum, pierced the insect's body; before the slime could even splatter onto its armor, the following cavalrymen had already smashed the insect's brain into a bloody pulp with their maces. But just then, hundreds of one-legged, hopping monsters sprang from the earthworm's belly.

"Jumping monster! Left flank!"

These deformed creatures, sprang from the insect corpses, each wielding a torch in one hand and a scimitar in the other, could leap five meters with each bound on their single leg. Just as they were about to break through the defenses, a strange bell suddenly rang out across the battlefield.

"Ding……"

"Boring." Sutton yawned in the carriage, the sheep's hooves lazily tapping the side of the wagon. "Lame sled sheep, let these beasts see what real fear is."

Two hundred "Lame Sheep" simultaneously shook their shepherd's bells, and a fog cage, like an inverted giant bowl, enveloped the battlefield. The leaping monsters were horrified to find that one second they were charging at the crossbowmen, and the next they were crashing into the spear tips of the shield guards. The human "Elite Spearmen" didn't even need to move; they simply mechanically repeated their thrusting motions, and soon twisted heaps of one-legged corpses piled up on the sand.

Just as the battle on the ground was raging, the sky suddenly darkened.

A deathly cloud of thousands of blue-feathered birds swooped down, their beaks gleaming with the green light of corrosive venom. The first volley of arrows from the human archers felled only a few, and the flock was about to break through their lines—

“Noisy.” Sutton finally stepped out of the carriage.

The chaotic liquid in his abdomen boiled and churned, and he lightly tapped the scepter. The densest flock of birds vanished suddenly, exploding into a bloody mist a hundred meters in the air the next second. Minced flesh mixed with feathers fell in a flurry.

The surviving bluebirds suddenly began to kill each other—the Shepherds had instilled the soldiers' fear into the flock, triggering their rebellion. In their madness, these monsters tore out the eyeballs of their companions.

But just then, from the dark clouds in the distance, a large swarm of wingless bats swooped down on the archer troops like bombs.

Upon landing, they will cause a wide-ranging area of ​​sonic damage.

But with sheep in the cage, they didn't even have time to land before being trapped in the fog.

"go to hell."

As Sutton closed his five fingers, the cage exploded with a deafening roar, and bird feathers mixed with blood and flesh rained down like a torrential downpour!

As the last wingless bat was trampled under the iron hooves of the heavy cavalry, the setting sun painted the Gobi Desert a dark red.

Sutton kicked at the monster carcass at his feet, a cruel smile suddenly spreading across his face. "Order the remaining monsters, not quite dead, to be tied to the tips of spears." He turned and walked towards the carriage. "I want the rebels of Gru to surrender before they see their carnage."

The human soldiers silently carried out orders, knowing these "living battle flags" would wail incessantly during the march. The human sergeant major's Adam's apple bobbed, but he dared not object. He silently drew his dagger, personally slit open the chest of a blue-clad bird, and wrapped barbed wire around its exposed ribs, ending its mournful cry. The monster's piercing screams tore through the Gobi Desert, while the half-goat people tapped their hooves and hummed eerie pastoral songs.
"The table of Mother of Abundance"

"A feast brewed from fear"

"The eyes of a rebel are the most delicious."

"One pill can make you drunk for three days and nights."

The bronze bells swayed with the song, and the monsters impaled on spears convulsed in response. Sutton watched this "living banner" force with satisfaction, ripples of pleasure spreading through the chaotic fluid in his abdomen.

"Accelerate the march." He turned and climbed back into the wagon, sheep hooves leaving bloody marks on the gilded pedals. "I want to hear Lord Gru's screams before dinner."

(End of this chapter)