Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

"Bang bang bang bang...!"

A burst of gunfire, as dense as popping beans, suddenly rang out, with large plumes of white smoke spitting out from the muzzles.

Those lead bullets, enhanced by spirit patterns, gained speeds far exceeding those of the past the moment they left the barrel.

Thousands of lead bullets intertwined to form an impenetrable net of fire, engulfing the beast horde at the forefront.

The pack of demon wolves at the forefront, whose tough fur was strong enough to withstand ordinary swords and blades, were instantly riddled with holes by the dense barrage of lead bullets.

The charge suddenly stalled, and the leading beasts howled and fell to the ground. The immense inertia caused them to roll dozens of feet across the muddy ground, tripping up a large number of their kind who were unable to dodge in time.

"Second row, move forward! Place it!"

The first rank of musketeers quickly retreated to reload, while the second rank of soldiers strode forward, unleashing another deafening volley.

The continuous volleys of gunfire created a deathly symphony filled with the smell of gunpowder on this desolate land.

Large numbers of ferocious beasts fell on the way of the charge, their blood staining the grass and trees red.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder was nauseating.

However, the number of beasts was simply too great, and driven by even higher-level ferocious beasts behind them, those beasts were like fearless warriors.

Stepping over the corpses of their comrades, they continued to frantically close the distance with the army formation.

Three hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

One hundred steps!

When the beast tide broke through the musket fire, their ferocious fangs and scarlet eyes became clearly visible.

Shen You, who had been observing from behind the formation, clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles bulging on the back of his hands. He took a deep breath and roared.

Hundreds of heavy ballistae, which had been poised for action, simultaneously pulled their triggers.

"Boom...!"

A deep, powerful trembling sound rang out from the bowstring.

Hundreds of crossbow bolts, as thick as a child's arm and over ten feet long, shot into the beast horde with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air.

This is the heavy crossbow bolt that Shen You worked day and night to personally carve the combined spirit patterns of "armor-piercing" and "whirlwind"!

The crossbow bolts spun rapidly in mid-air, creating a small whirlwind.

When the sharp steel arrowhead struck the armored boar, which was as big as a small mountain, the armor-piercing runes behind the arrowhead instantly emitted a dazzling light.

"Sizzle!"

The thick mud armor and tough fur that even musket bullets could hardly penetrate were easily pierced by this arrow, like fragile window paper.

The crossbow bolt, over ten feet long, continued its trajectory without slowing down, piercing through the body of the armored boar and even pinning a demonic wolf behind it to the ground.

With a single strike, he killed two ferocious beasts in a chain reaction!

This terrifying destructive power greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers on the city wall, and cheers rose and fell.

Shen You watched as the array patterns he had personally improved unleashed such astonishing power on the battlefield.

A smile of excitement and pride finally appeared on that face covered in soot.

This is the significance of the Imperial Academy of Immortal Cultivation: to transform the lofty cultivation methods into a sharp weapon for protecting the country and expanding territory!

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

Despite the heavy casualties caused by muskets and ballistae, a small number of extremely fierce beasts still managed to charge into the circle of spearmen.

"kill!"

The Ming Dynasty spearmen roared in unison, their rune-inscribed spears thrusting out like venomous snakes spitting their tongues.

The soldiers' blood surged, and their spears accurately pierced the beast's throat, eyes, and other vital organs.

However, the ferocious beasts' counterattacks when they were on the verge of death were extremely powerful, and occasionally some soldiers were knocked away by the beasts' sharp claws, resulting in extremely tragic scenes.

Just as the army was methodically reaping the lives of the beast tide.

From the depths of Wolong Ridge, a deep, muffled roar, like the cry of a dragon, suddenly resounded.

The sound pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, rolling in with a chilling pressure.

Wang Shouren frowned, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the sound came.

In the thick fog rolling down the mountainside, a huge black shadow was slowly writhing.

Immediately afterwards, the dark figure burst out of the thick fog and slid down the steep cliff at an astonishing speed.

It was a two-headed python of enormous size that was breathtaking!

This giant python was over twenty zhang long and as thick as a water vat, its entire body covered with dark golden rhomboid scales.

What's even more terrifying is that its thick neck is forked, with two ferocious, enormous triangular snake heads.

The snake's head on the left has bloodshot eyes and occasionally spews out scorching sparks.

The snake's head on the right has eerie blue eyes, and foul-smelling, corrosive venom drips from its mouth.

These ancient species, which only existed in the Classic of Mountains and Seas and other strange tales, were now truly appearing before everyone's eyes.

"It's that two-headed python! It actually came down the mountain itself!"

One of the officers who had participated in the advance scouts changed his expression and exclaimed in surprise.

The two-headed python moved with incredible speed, snapping giant trees and shattering rocks wherever it went.

Its massive body was like an indestructible meat grinder, crushing the low-level demon wolves along the way, bringing a bloody storm as it charged straight at the Ming army formation.

"Artillery battalion, turn your guns around! Aim at that giant python! Fire!"

Wang Shouren remained calm in the face of danger and immediately issued instructions.

Several newly loaded Thunderfire Rune Cannons lowered their muzzles slightly, locking onto the two-headed giant python that was charging wildly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several heavy rune-infused projectiles whistled as they hurtled towards the giant python.

The giant python seemed to possess extremely high intelligence. Instead of taking the hit head-on, it twisted its massive body on the muddy ground and dodged two of the cannonballs in an extremely bizarre manner.

The remaining shell struck it squarely on the back.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew and smoke filled the air.

However, when the smoke cleared, everyone gasped in shock.

The runic cannonballs, powerful enough to shatter boulders, failed to blast the giant python's body in two.

A thick, earthy yellow halo shimmered on its dark golden scales.

The halo withstood the explosive force of the cannonball, only shattering a few scales and leaving a shallow blood groove.

The giant python, wounded, descended into rage.

It raised its two enormous heads and let out a piercing screech.

The snake's head on the left suddenly opened its blood-red maw, and a ball of blazing red fire shot out, crashing into the Ming Dynasty's vanguard like a meteor.

The snake's head on the right spewed out a ghastly green poisonous mist, which spread towards the army formation with the wind.

"Scatter! Form a fire-avoidance array!"

The officers were giving orders at the top of their lungs.

But the fireball was too fast and incredibly powerful.

It landed at the edge of the army formation and instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. A dozen spearmen who couldn't dodge in time were engulfed by the flames and let out a shrill scream.

The poisonous fog was even more troublesome. Soldiers who inhaled it immediately felt dizzy, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

Taking advantage of the brief chaos, the two-headed python was now less than a hundred paces from the army formation.

If its massive body were to charge into a dense formation, it would surely result in a one-sided massacre.

"Fire all the ballistae! Shoot it in the eyes!"

Wang Shouren drew his long sword, his eyes wide open, and shouted sharply.

Hundreds of rune-inscribed crossbow bolts rained down like a storm.

But the giant python was exceptionally agile, its two heads swaying back and forth, deflecting or repelling the crossbow bolts that were powerful enough to pierce gold and split stone.

Just when the front lines were under strain and the Ming soldiers were facing immense pressure from this ancient remnant species.

Inside the supply camp, several miles behind the battlefield.

The owners and their crew of the private caravan were already pale with fright from the earth-shaking noise ahead.

Especially when the two-headed python spewed out a huge fireball, the towering flames sent shivers down one's spine even from a great distance.

Old Zhao huddled under a mule cart full of empty wooden barrels, his hands covering his head, his whole body trembling like a leaf, muttering to himself.

"Thank God, thank God... This isn't hunting, this is clearly encountering a dragon! If our army formation is broken, all of us lone wolves will be doomed here."