Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Sposa Star.

The sky took on an eerie, dark hue.

The air was no longer fresh with oxygen; all that remained was the pungent, suffocating smell of blood and the stench of burnt fur.

The ground was littered with the wreckage of countless beast ships, as well as the warships of the Cloud Cavalry.

Sposa is a planet with exceptionally lush vegetation, and its landmass is covered with primeval forests composed of giant trees.

Some trees are thousands of meters tall, making people look as small as ants beneath them.

The Cloud Cavalry engaged in fierce aerial combat with the Infantry and Beast Ships, and were forced to retreat into a primeval forest.

Even such a vast forest could not completely conceal the movements of an army of millions.

The Buli people, with their keen sense of smell, could detect even the traces of marching and the smell of their troops.

These bloodthirsty wolves will relentlessly pursue scents, following them like shadows.

The Cloud Cavalry retreated while searching for terrain favorable for defense.

However, they don't have much time left.

The number of people gathering outside the primeval forest will continue to increase, and will surely exceed one billion today.

The loss of air superiority by the Cloud Cavalry means that the Bu Li people can easily deploy their forces through beast ships to form an encirclement of the forest.

This encirclement may be large, but it is bound to be closely connected.

Not to mention humans, even a mouse trying to dig a hole and escape cannot escape human senses.

Once the encirclement shrinks inward and the area becomes smaller and smaller, it will be the death of millions of Cloud Cavalry.

Fortunately, luck did not completely abandon the millions of Cloud Cavalry.

Jingliu found a peculiar natural cliff.

Across the cliff is a solitary mountain, surrounded by steep cliffs on all sides and blocked by a bottomless abyss.

Viewed from above, it resembles the innermost ring of three concentric circles.

It's as if the abyss was dug out of thin air.

Although the terrain at the summit of Gushan Mountain is not exactly flat, the slope is very gentle, and it is also covered with a large number of towering trees.

Once a defensive line can be established across the ravines and abysses, the Bu Li people, who have lost their flying vehicles, will inevitably become sitting ducks if they try to come over.

Before the encirclement of the Bu Liren closed in, the Yunqi Army still had time to use military climbing grappling hooks to transfer all its members to Gushan.

Countless people are grateful to the craftsmen of the Works Department, for it was those marching tools designed for special battlefields that saved their lives.

What followed was a bloody battle that lasted for several days.

The Buli people never back down because the enemy occupies a strategic position; they have plenty of resources to spare!

"withstand!!!"

At the front, the hoarse roar of the Cloud Cavalry commander was almost drowned out by the bloodthirsty howls of the Bu Li people.

Jingliu stood on the edge of the cliff at the forefront of the defensive line, his longsword already chipped and worn, its blade stained purplish-black by countless layers of blood.

She was slightly out of breath, and her pupils reflected the wolf pack leaping in like a tidal wave.

The Bu Li people, lacking the equipment of the Cloud Cavalry, could only attack using the most primitive methods of sprinting and jumping.

You become a sitting duck when you jump into the air, but so what?

They continued to fall one after another, shot down, and plunged into the deep cliff.

Over time, the expedition's greatest asset, the abyss whose depth was unknown, was gradually filled in.

This group of insane Bu Li people actually drove their beasts and war slaves into a suicidal attack.

The bodies of those shot by the Cloud Cavalry will become materials used to fill the deep cliffs.

In just five days, a foundation of flesh and blood made of corpses was miraculously built at the foot of the precipice that should have been a scene of despair.

Dark red blood flowed down the mountain of corpses, gathering into a river at the bottom of the abyss.

Stone arrows, blazing crossbows... all the Cloud Cavalry's ranged weapons for killing enemies were exhausted.

The living Bu Liren trampled on the rotten flesh and broken bones of slave beasts and even their own kind, their sharp claws piercing the mountainside as they desperately climbed upwards.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and drool dripped from their mouths. Like demons crawling out of hell, they slowly eroded the Yunqi defense line on the cliff top.

"Madmen...this bunch of madmen!"

Beside Jing Liu, a frontline soldier of the Cloud Cavalry was trembling.

He wasn't afraid of death, but rather of this madness that completely defied his biological instincts.

This is hardly a war.

This is clearly a two-way harvest of lives, whether for the enemy or for themselves.

Jing Liu remained silent, instinctively swinging his sword and cleaving the Bu Li people who leaped onto the cliff top in two.

Warm organs mixed with blood sprayed onto her battle armor, whose original color was no longer recognizable.

She skipped the sword-wielding motion, and with a backhand thrust, pierced the throat of another wolf soldier who was attempting to ambush her. With a burst of wrist strength, she severed its head.

How many wolf soldiers has she killed already?

I can't remember anymore.

"Captain! The Seventh Defense Line's weaponry is about to run out!"

"Captain! The energy shield of Line 3 has overloaded and collapsed! The wolf pack is charging in!!"

"…ah!!!"

"kill!"

"Let's fight them!"

The orderly reports that were once filling the communication channel were quickly replaced by screams, cracking bones, and even horrifying chewing sounds.

Despair spread like a plague among the remaining Cloud Cavalry.

The idea of ​​holding out and waiting for reinforcements is almost impossible in the face of overwhelming numbers.

The Bu Li people don't need tactics; they only need to exchange ten or even a hundred lives for one Yunqi, and sooner or later they will devour this expeditionary force until not even bones are left.

boom--

With a loud bang, several enormous beasts, the Dragon Lords, smashed a gap in the right flank of the defensive line.

At that moment, many of the Cloud Cavalry soldiers witnessed a chilling sight.

Outside the breach, a dense pack of wolves surged in like a flood bursting its banks, stepping over a bridge of corpses made of flesh and blood.

Further out in the primeval forest, even more beast ships were landing.

Those were other hunting groups of Buli people who had rushed over after hearing the news.

There was only a small piece of prey, but the number of hunters was increasing.

To fight for a bite of Cloud Rider meat, these beasts will become even more ferocious.

Jing Liu's heart suddenly clenched.

Looking around, the once orderly formation was now in disarray, and more and more comrades were falling beside him.

Those who were still standing had weapons that were severely damaged and completely rendered ineffective.

There are people whose eyes have lost their luster, who merely attack and retaliate instinctively and numbly, awaiting death.

Some people became as ferocious as wild beasts, rushing forward to fight the wolf soldiers hand-to-hand.

Do we have to hold on for another ten days or so?

Do not……

As the beast tide surged in like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, Jingliu gripped his broken, chipped sword tightly, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.

Under the suicidal charge of the Bu Liren, the rate of weapon attrition is unimaginable.

Knives, spears, halberds... all gone. She even cut off all the swords on her body.

The exquisite longsword in his hand, crafted by skilled artisans from the Zhu Ming Immortal Boat, had lost its sharpness.

Let alone holding out until reinforcements arrive, we probably won't even see the sunset today.

To make matters worse, many of the older Cloud Cavalry soldiers fell into demonic possession at this time, and rushed towards their comrades in a frenzied manner.

Those who remained conscious had no choice but to carry out the ironclad rules of the Cloud Cavalry with tears in their eyes, executing their fallen comrades on the spot.

Jingliu gradually understood why Qi Zhimu wouldn't allow her to participate in large-scale expeditionary battles.

Compared to this situation, the small and medium-sized battles she had experienced before were just minor skirmishes.

The speed at which comrades are dying one after another is so cruel, more than ten times or even a hundred times faster than before.

Soon, Kagami also completely lost his weapon.

Click—

That was the sound of the last half of the sword shattering against Bu Liren's hard skull.

The massive Bu Li Ren roared and pounced, its sharp claws carrying a foul stench, aiming straight for Jing Liu's throat.

In its eyes, the Cloud Cavalry, stripped of its weaponry, was nothing more than tender meat waiting to be slaughtered.

However, it is wrong.

That's completely wrong.

From Jingliu's blood-red eyes, a killing intent as cold as an ancient river burst forth.

Since there is no sword, then let this body become the sword.

She had to live to go back to see her master; she absolutely had to survive...