Lord: Starting with Summoning the Regular Army of Earth

Chapter 118 is all about taking down the main force.

In the ruins of the large tent, charred yak hides emitted pungent blue smoke, and thick logs lay broken and burning haphazardly.

Just then, the ruins suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, rubble, burning fur, and twisted metal exploded outwards.

A massive figure, nearly four meters tall, slowly rose from the ruins.

His body was covered with dark, rock-like skin, and his muscles were bulging like cast iron, covered with strange dark red totem patterns that were now emitting a faint, ominous red glow.

His face was even more rugged and ferocious than before, with two hard fleshy growths on either side of his forehead, resembling unformed horns.

His eyes turned completely crimson, like lava, spewing flames of fury and destruction.

It was Balu who awakened the power of the "Hill Giant" bloodline.

He wasn't unscathed; a large patch of skin and flesh on his left shoulder blade was torn and charred by the explosion, revealing the dark red flesh and muscle underneath, which was sizzling and smoking.

The wound edges kept splitting open, healing, and then splitting open again, clearly indicating that it was enduring immense pain.

But he seemed oblivious, merely scanning the hellish scene around him with his burning crimson eyes.

"Chief! It's the chief! The chief is still alive!"

Several soldiers who had narrowly escaped being killed by the bomb and were running around like headless flies saw this figure and, as if grasping at a straw, shouted and gathered around. Although their faces were still full of fear, at least they had a pillar of support.

"What's the panic!" Balu's voice boomed like two boulders rubbing together deep in his throat, briefly drowning out the nearby explosions and screams.

He grabbed a half-burnt, thick wooden beam from the ruins and swung it around like a weapon, creating a whooshing sound.

"Gather! Move closer to me! They're scum from White River Valley, assemble! Charge out with me! Kill them all!"

His roar and inhuman demeanor did indeed intimidate a small area of ​​the routed soldiers.

Hundreds of soldiers scrambled to his side, most of them wounded and still in shock, but at least they picked up their weapons again.

However, the response to Balu's rallying order was once again a shriek from the sky.

The gray-backed figure swept past, and two bombs hurtled precisely toward Patton at incredible speed.

"Scatter!" Balu roared, throwing the burning wooden beam in his hand upwards in an attempt to intercept it.

However, the wooden beam only hit one of the bombs, and it exploded with a loud bang upon impact.

The terrifying heat and shockwave swept over us, along with countless shrapnel projectiles.

Balu immediately covered his head with his arms, and his massive body rolled to the side, but his tough, iron-like skin was still scratched by the high-speed shrapnel, and dark red "blood" seeped out.

Another bomb exploded the moment it hit the ground, engulfing the crowd that had just gathered in flames and causing numerous deaths and injuries.

The surrounding area was once again transformed into a hellish scene of flames and severed limbs, with screams echoing everywhere.

"Damn you, Sharna!" Balu roared furiously at the giant eagle in the sky, "I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Chief! Over here!" Just then, a cold voice came from the side and behind.

Hag, covered in blood and with smoke billowing from his back, was rushing towards them, dragging his crippled leg. He was still clutching his signature whip, which was studded with bone spurs, though the whip itself was broken in half.

"What about Gundor and Wolf?" Baru asked hoarsely.

"I don't know!" Hag gasped for breath, his eyes flashing with a mixture of resentment and fear. "Chief, what on earth is going on?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than several more explosive charges, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, flew overhead and landed in the nearby tent area and among the small groups of people trying to gather, triggering a new round of explosions and chaos.

Moreover, the sound of horns from the White River Valley could be heard in the distance.

"Waaaaah!"

Accompanied by the desolate and powerful sound of horns, the battle cries and the neighing of horses rose from afar, surging towards them like a monstrous wave. Balu's eyes flashed with killing intent. He immediately grabbed his battle axe and greatsword, roaring, "Everyone, follow me and slaughter the scum of White River Valley!"

In his view, even if they only had two thousand men left, they could still wipe out all the rabble in Baihe Valley.

Moreover, as the leader, his pride would never allow him to retreat without a fight.

The thunder and fire that fell from the sky could not stop their advance or shatter the will of their tribe.

Because those here are the elite warriors of their Giant God tribe, all of whom have been tempered by blood and fire, the most fearless and valiant warriors.

"Kill!" Balu roared like a wounded ancient beast, his voice briefly drowning out the chaos in this inferno filled with fire and screams.

His four-meter-tall body, like a moving hill, cast a huge shadow in the firelight, exuding a terrifying aura of rage.

The wounds on his body, torn open by the bomb, were slowly and visibly healing, adding to his inhuman horror.

Balu's presence was like a stabilizing force, plunging into the sea of ​​terror of the fleeing giants.

The soldiers, stunned by the explosion, gripped by fear, and running around in panic, saw their leader's demonic figure and heard his familiar and powerful roar, and the ferocity deep within them was rekindled.

The fear of the unknown "heavenly fire" was temporarily replaced by a blind trust in the chief's power.

"Follow the chief! Slaughter those cowards who only know how to set fires!" Hag roared, rallying his men to launch a counterattack.

"For the Giant God Tribe!"

"Tear them apart!"

In the chaos, the decimals and centurions, as long as they were still alive, began shouting hoarsely and kicking and punching their nearby distraught subordinates.

Despite the disruption of the organization and the mix of people, the instinct for survival and the call of Balu's banner quickly coalesced the forces of fear, anger, and final madness.

More and more people crawled up from behind burning tents, beside piles of corpses, and even from pools of blood, picking up bloodstained weapons and roaring as they approached Baluna's conspicuous figure.

Wolf, who had originally planned to retreat with his men, immediately joined them.

In a short period of time, under Balu's call, nearly a thousand survivors were managed to be gathered from the chaos and launch a counterattack.

They were panting heavily, gripping their scimitars, battle axes, and spears tightly, their eyes gleaming with a wild, ferocious light, like a pack of wolves driven to the brink of despair, wounded but still sharp-fanged.

Of course, the entire camp was very large, and with the heavy bombardment from the White River Valley side, many people still did not hear the leader's call and remained in fear and panic, fighting on their own, or hiding behind some cover they thought was safe, or breaking out in scattered groups.

"Warriors of the Giant God Tribe!" Balu's voice rolled like thunder, "The cowards of White River Valley only dared to ambush from the shadows, and now, they're over there!"

He pointed his giant axe in the direction from which the horns and battle cries were coming. The torchlight of the White River Valley army was already faintly visible, like a writhing serpent of light approaching.

"Follow me and charge! With your blades, cut off their heads! With their blood, wash away tonight's shame! The Titans will never surrender! Charge!!"

"roar-!!!"

"charge!!"

"Kill them all!"

The earth-shattering roar rang out again, though not as orderly and majestic as before, it was filled with the tragic ferocity and madness of a cornered beast fighting desperately.

Nearly a thousand warriors of the Giant God Tribe, following their chieftain who had transformed into a giant, launched a counter-charge against the White River Valley army like a torrent bursting its banks, carrying mud, sand, and gravel.

The sound of footsteps echoing on the ground temporarily drowned out the lingering explosions and cries of agony around them.

They brandished their weapons, their faces smeared with cigarette ash, blood, and ferocity, their menacing aura suggesting they were ready to repay the approaching enemy tenfold for all the fear and casualties they had suffered.

Balu took the lead, his heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble slightly with each step.

However, before this counter-offensive could even break through the edge of the camp, the baptism of death from the high ground to the flank and front descended once again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull thud of the ricocheting ropes echoed continuously from the darkness in the distance. It wasn't loud, but it made Balu, who was charging at the forefront, feel a sudden tightness in his heart.

"Watch out!" he yelled as a warning.

But it was too late.

A dozen or so black dots, accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound even more deafening than an eagle dropping a bomb, flew over the heads of the charging troops in extremely high arcs, and then—fell!

The landing point was not near the most densely populated area of ​​Balu, but rather precisely covered the middle and rear sections of the charging torrent.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Flames and shockwaves, more concentrated and violent than those from the previous explosions in the camp, suddenly erupted among the charging troops.

This time, it's a "area kill" specifically optimized for covering cluster targets.

The explosive charge explodes in mid-air or upon impact with the ground, and the pre-made fragments and the sharp iron nails and gravel inside are propelled by the gunpowder and shot out in a fan or ring shape in all directions.

The soldier at the center of the explosion was instantly torn to pieces.

Even if some people had wooden shields, they couldn't withstand the terrifying power of the explosion.

Those further away were also riddled with shrapnel, falling in droves with screams.

The scorching heatwave sent people flying and knocked down those behind them.

The torrent that had initially managed to break through the formation suddenly found its midsection as if a giant, invisible hand had ripped several large chunks away, halting its momentum. The screams of agony instantly drowned out the shouts of battle.

"Damn it! Where? Where are the enemies?" A centurion, his eyes bloodshot, brandished his scimitar in a furious, impotent rage at the dark slope, unable to even see where the attack was coming from.

Almost simultaneously, the five giant eagles swooped down again, nimbly circling and diving in the air, dropping several bombs with precision with each swoop.

These bombs are like meteors falling from the sky, so fast that there is no way to dodge them, and if you are hit by one, you will be killed instantly.

The landing points were extremely tricky, specifically targeting points where crowds regrouped or small teams attempting to bypass the blast zone and continue their advance.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Explosions erupted one after another within the ranks, each flash accompanied by splattering blood and flesh and the loss of life.

The warriors of the Titans were fierce and brave, but they were helpless against this attack that came from high above, without warning, and exploded upon landing.

Their arrows couldn't even reach the feathers of those giant eagles; they were like live targets, enduring the bombardment. Watching their comrades turn into mangled limbs amidst the roar, their anger and fighting spirit began to be uncontrollably eroded by a more primal fear.

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