Cursed Mountains and Seas

Chapter 368 Wang Cheng: I've come to collect you!

The officer laughed, and the native soldiers around him laughed along with him.

The piercing laughter, set against the backdrop of bones scattered on the ground, tendrils on the trees, and long hair, made them seem like a group of vicious demons with no sense of right and wrong and no moral bottom line.

The indigenous regimes on the Luzon Islands were far more fragmented than those on the New World.

Before the arrival of the Franks, there was no unified centralized state on the islands, nor were there any regional tribal alliance empires like the Aztecs, Incas, or Maya.

Instead, they first split into plains people and mountain people who encroached on each other's land, and each of them further divided into countless communities called "Balangai".

A “Balangai” is usually ruled by a “Datu” (chief), constituting an independent or semi-independent political entity.

They sometimes form alliances and sometimes wage war against each other. Although they are all Austronesian, they are not united at all, which gives the Frankish people the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

It has taken forty years to build this business step by step.

Today, Manila, as their center of rule in the Luzon colony and throughout Southeast Asia, has only a few thousand Franco soldiers, but is garrisoned with several times that number of indigenous auxiliary troops.

The man wielding the giant axe was a unique official among the Southeast Asian countries, known as the Elephant Cavalry or the Long-Tusked General. They devoutly worshipped the elephant god and were renowned for their unparalleled strength, making them unstoppable in battle.

Ye Zhao knew that if they fought head-on, he would have no chance against them.

Just as he was about to command the five ghosts to use the "Five Ghosts Transport" technique to escape with his daughter, his body suddenly stiffened and he could no longer move.

His eyes darted around, and he was horrified to find that where he had just kowtowed to the burning king, a withered old native had put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth.

Then he grinned at him.

The latter felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave:
"It's a curse!"

This old man was undoubtedly the most feared religious official in the Southeast Asian countries, known as the "Head-Slaying Master".

The presence of numerous officials in this team is certainly befitting of Manila's status as the capital of a Southeast Asian colony.

"Kill them all."

At the officer's command, two Francois raised their matchlock guns at Ye Zhao.

Two more native soldiers grinned and approached the little girl.

They held long spears, intending to kill the girl, who had been groggily awakened by the commotion, by thrusting the spears directly at her.

Another soldier walked up to Ye Zhao's wife's skull, which was facing upwards with its mouth open, unbuckled his belt, and was about to urinate on his beloved wife's remains.

"I'd been holding my pee for ages, and luckily there was a chamber pot here I could use. Hahaha."

Instead of stopping them, the companions burst into laughter, and several people stepped forward, pushing and shoving each other.

"Together, together."

These Austronesian natives living in the city had long harbored deep resentment towards the wealthy Jokhang immigrants, envying their wealth and hating that they had taken away opportunities from the locals.

They couldn't do anything to the Zhao nationals before, but now they've got the support of the Franks. They were the most zealous during the massacre, and they've also benefited from the wealth the Zhao nationals had accumulated over the years.

Taking every opportunity to humiliate these abandoned people of the Celestial Empire can greatly satisfy their inferiority complex and arrogance.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhao, who was under the influence of the black magic, felt her blood boil, the veins on her forehead throbbed, and she almost ground her teeth to powder.
"Aaaaaah! You'll all die a horrible death!"

His gaze swept over the still unmoved "Heavenly Tablet," and he sank into utter despair, knowing that the end of his entire family was imminent.

"God, open your eyes!"

Bang!
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, but it wasn't from the firing of a musket.

Instead, two Franz vanguard soldiers wielding arquebuses suddenly exploded into a spray of blood, as if they had been crushed in mid-air by an invisible hand.

Blood, flesh, broken bones, and entrails turned into minced meat exploded on the spot, drenching the Franco officer completely.

He stood there, mouth agape, completely stunned.

Then, the soldiers who were surrounding the skull heard the commotion and turned around to look, only to follow in their comrade's footsteps.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The skull exploded into huge sprays of blood, but not a single drop of blood splattered onto it.

Only the two soldiers in front of the little girl were the luckiest; it seemed that whoever struck was afraid of frightening the child, and simply crushed their necks with a snap.

The leading Franz Josef officer, having failed to pinpoint the source of the attack from beginning to end, paled drastically and growled at the surrounding air:

"who?"

Then I saw the terrified looks in the eyes of my Marines:

"Look up at the sky! Look up at the sky!"

Everyone in the room instinctively looked up at the sky.

But just a hundred meters above their heads, a sudden gust of wind and clouds arose, transforming into a young, handsome face, yet radiating murderous intent, its roar shaking the surrounding mountains and forests:
"You scum, I'm here to take you away!"

At sea, inside the cabin of the [Mirage Cloud Dragon Ship], an ancient bamboo scroll floated before Wang Cheng, projecting brilliant light and shadow that transformed into a battlefield situation map covering an area of ​​forty miles in radius.

They could see precisely every bunker, every coastal defense gun, every path for marching through Manila Harbor, and the rank of every officer in the garrison.

This is precisely the auspicious charm and national treasure obtained from her brother-in-law Qi Yuanjing [a figure of immense historical significance].

Wang Cheng was originally just conducting routine intelligence gathering before the battle.

He was deeply impressed by the trick Amakusa Shiro used when he launched a surprise attack on Minzhou, taking advantage of the transparency of battlefield intelligence. Now that this national treasure was in his hands, he naturally wanted to make the most of it.

But as he looked at it, he suddenly heard a very faint voice crying from the eye of his own "Sihai Tongbao" coin.

We searched high and low but couldn't find the source, and we even thought it was haunted.

He then inadvertently discovered the human tragedy that had taken place in the forest, and was immediately enraged.

First, using its core skill, "armchair strategist, killing on paper," it casually crushed several insignificant ordinary soldiers.

He then shoved his face into the 3D map, and a giant face immediately appeared in the sky above everyone's heads.

Upon seeing such imposing power, both sides assumed it was a passing high-ranking deity or ghost making a move.

"嘘嘚嘚"

A group of Francois and the accomplices of the evil natives were pale, their teeth chattering, and their legs trembling.

When Ye Zhao saw the face that was clearly that of her own clansman, her face regained its vitality.

Although the Yin Si Chaotianhu did not respond, this unfamiliar living ghost of the Great Zhao Dynasty was real and clearly did not regard them as abandoned people, which is why he righteously took action.

Unable to resist grasping at this lifeline, he shouted with all his might toward the sky:
"I beseech the revered gods of our ancestors to uphold justice for the more than 20,000 of my fellow citizens who died in Manila, to punish the murderers, destroy their temples, and exterminate their lineage."

I, Ye Zhao, am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse for the rest of my life to repay your great kindness!

The Francois and the native vassal army heard Ye Zhao's overwhelming hatred once again, but they could no longer treat it as a laughable joke as before.

They all screamed:
"run!"

Hundreds of people each chose a direction and fled for their lives, wishing they could find two more legs.

"Hmph, think you can escape?"

Wang Cheng activated the [Dragon Robe and Python Robe], and his right hand transformed into a blue dragon claw, slamming it down on the most concentrated group of people.

His brains splattered instantly, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

This kind of theoretical knowledge cannot significantly enhance the user's own strength.

Ultimately, it still requires sufficient personal strength. Only when one's own strength is sufficient can it be achieved through mere theoretical discussion.

The key ability is to exert influence over a distance of forty miles, meaning it's a situation where I can attack you, but you can't attack me.

That alone is terrifying enough.

Perhaps this kind of long-range attack achieved by borrowing Dao Qi is not very effective against powerful divine officials like Yu Long and Qi Hu.

However, it is extremely effective at clearing out these miscellaneous soldiers who have not formed a battle formation, and its advantage over living ghosts and gods is no less.

At the same time, he shouted:
Where is the [Dragon Whale Warrior]?

"exist!"

On the ship, Wang Cheng's direct-line temple army ghost soldiers had expanded to more than two hundred people, and at this moment, each of them drank a cup of honey water, which was extremely luxurious at sea.

These temple-based ghost soldiers are best suited for combat in water, southern China, and island environments.

However, one must drink eight cups of honey water a day to maintain peak combat strength, otherwise physical strength will rapidly decline, putting considerable pressure on logistics during battles (Chapter 292).

Fortunately, although Uncle Zhang's invention of the "tin can" is only a treasure of one state for the time being, it is a logistical marvel.

There's a secret inside the jar; as long as you put in a certain food, it can continuously replicate itself—braised pork, white rice, alcohol, honey water, and so on.

Maximum: Three types can be placed at a time.

If electricity were supplied to the canneries, the process could be accelerated significantly, production could increase dramatically, and the power supply would be sufficient to support the logistics of a small army.

After all, synthesizing starch and sucrose from carbon dioxide is not a figment of imagination, but based on scientific principles and does not violate the conservation of energy and mass.

There are still many strange and unusual techniques to be discovered in the Divine Path Industry. Even Fuyao's life cultivation inheritance includes a unique skill that allows him to survive on just drinking the northwest wind.

In the future, we will no longer need to grow food on land. We can synthesize food using only electricity and factories. This is the future of industrialized catering!

A group of phantom orcas appeared behind the [Dragon Whale Warriors], and surging military energy flowed into Wang Cheng's body, forming the military formation [Million as One].

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
He raised his hand and clapped three times.

Apart from Ye Zhao and her father, no one else in the arena was able to stand up; they were all turned into a pile of minced meat on the ground!
(End of this chapter)