In that instant, Raymond's body quickly shriveled under the layers of coiling cables.
The tall and sturdy giant instantly turned into a withered and shriveled corpse. However, under his chest, his heart was still frantically beating, bursting forth with an unprecedented deep echo.
Countless cables were like bandages, wrapping around the steel skeleton and pulling him into the core of Sun Ship.
The iron coffin-like engine cover rumbled open and swallowed him.
Flesh and blood quickly spread on the steel, from inside to outside, causing the Red Dragon's roar to resound in all directions. An invisible tide shrouded the wasteland and even the city pass.
It was a perfect circle with a radius of ten kilometers, a precise and perfect mathematical miracle.
Apart from Sun Ship that was enveloped by the circle, all living creatures let out mournful cries under the beating of the heart. Blood quickly seeped out from their noses and mouths, pulling at their souls...
The invisible waves contracted inwards. On the city wall, countless slave workers and even guards fell like raindrops. The mournful souls merged into the storm and entered the engine. Immediately after, the cannon began to brew.
After the third qualitative change of Origin Substance, those solidified souls had already completely transformed into pure Origin Substance in the furnace, radiating with a divine radiance.
It shot out in all directions!
Immediately after, endless flying sand assaulted their faces.
It was as if in the blink of an eye, everything had arrived at the country beside the Nile River where the sun shone brightly.
There was no sound of thunder, only the sound of waves and mournful cries from the yellow sand that assaulted their faces. The melancholic sound of a flute spread out from the reeds in the distance.
The sound of the river echoed in everyone's ears.
Under the illumination of the illusory sun wheel that appeared out of nowhere, Isis's tears flowed in hell.
The tears of the compassionate goddess washed away everything.
A line of gray and black extended forward in a perfectly straight line. Wherever it passed, everything quickly collapsed into gray and black mud, dissolving into the bottomless torrent and returning to the Underworld River.
The stench of decay and death descended.
In front of the cannon muzzle, regardless of whether it was the earth, the city pass, or even the city wall itself, as well as the guards who were affected, everything was rapidly fading, merging into the gray and black color. Only the sluggish flow of sludge was left.
Skeletons and aquatic plants emerged from the mud.
In the past, when Olysses fell, Isis's tears turned into a torrent. The merciful river revealed its ferocity and covered the entire Upper and Lower Egypt, taking away countless lives to accompany her husband.
At this moment, with Sun Ship as the fulcrum, the miracles of the past welcomed the reappearance of the miracles once again. Even if the power of this was less than a tenth of the true miracles, it was still enough to break through all the fortified cities and wreak havoc.
Accompanied by the rumbling of the collapse, the city wall shook violently. A gap that was dozens of meters wide silently appeared on the towering iron wall. Below the gap, only mud was slowly flowing.
The water of the Nether River rippled again.
The Sun Ship was moving above the river, rushing forward toward the ridiculous defense in front of it.
He did not back down at all.
Crash!
Shockwaves sent rocks flying everywhere, and deafening noises that tore apart countless eardrums reverberated in this narrow space. Countless Infernal Realm soldiers were flung off the city walls and landed on the ground. In an instant, their bones and flesh were smashed to a pulp.
Behind the collapsed city walls, the ferocious Sun Ship was still intact. From top to bottom, it cast a shadow of fear.
On the bow of the ship, Huai Shi overlooked all of this and said without turning his head, "Now, please bring me victory."
"I will not disappoint you!"
The elder raised his head and promised hoarsely. He stood up and drew his sword, roaring behind him.
After the hatch was opened, the silent torrent had already been waiting for a long time. The scarlet eyes of countless Nagas were already glowing with a cruel light.
When the heavy hatch on both sides of the ship was lowered, a steel torrent covered in frost surged out.
When the brilliance of white phosphorus and iron gathered in one place, it surged like a blizzard, forming an avalanche that rolled forward!
A bone-piercing chill spread.
In the huge space of the ship's hold, a cold fire burned.
Dozens of shamans surrounded the fire and fervently chanted praises. They tossed the corpses of their enemies into the fire in exchange for the Eternal Ring's favor.
Soon, the favor from the deepest depths of Infernal Realm descended on the blades of the descendants, causing streaks of blood to quickly condense into crimson snowflakes. They soared into the air and quickly fell back down.
The severe cold that could freeze an ordinary person to death in an instant did not kill the Nagas. Instead, it allowed their cold blood to burn without restraint, preventing their bodies from turning into charcoal!
Death and winter descended on this narrow city pass.
Paleness and blood quickly spread.
In front of the advancing White Phosphorus Guards, the tough bodies and fearless fighting spirit that the ghouls were so proud of were of no use. The barely constructed terrain also instantly exploded and melted under the attack of the armored lizard's Molten Cannons.
Unstoppable, forward!
Under the heavy guard of his subordinates, the Ghoul Warlord finally woke up from his shock. He barely managed to dispel the chill and fear that had seeped into his bones, but the hand holding his blade couldn't stop trembling.
'Not good. If this continues …'
He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He turned back and roared, "Reinforcements! Where are the reinforcements?!"
"They're, they're almost here."
The hunchbacked Ant Diviner trembled as he replied, "They said, they're on the way …"
In his daze, the Warlord seemed to hear the chirping of pigeons among the clamor and shouting. Even the pale faces of the ghouls were burning red in anger.
"Damn it, what's the use of having them!"
Reinforcements that didn't arrive weren't reinforcements. Benefits that didn't reach their hands weren't f * cking benefits!
By the time they arrived, their corpses would already be cold!
"Why don't … we retreat?"
His adjutant suggested in a trembling voice. But before he could finish, the Warlord suddenly turned back and stared at him with his scarlet eyes. It was only when that face began to twitch in fear that the Warlord coldly said, "We're lacking a supervisor in front. You go."
The adjutant didn't dare to disobey. He raised his sword and charged forward with reinforcements, never to return.
For a moment, the tent fell into a deathly silence.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to speak of retreat or surrender.
It wasn't just the Warlord's ferocity, but the Holy Lord's order!
Once the Holy Lord was angry …
Just thinking about it made everyone's legs go weak.
But in this silence, the loud noise in the distance became clearer and clearer. Accompanied by a low muffled sound, a blazing wave of air tore the tent apart and rolled up the torn leather.
When the Warlord looked up in shock, he heard a hoarse roar from afar.
The Venerable Elder at the front had already broken into the innermost layer of the city pass with his men.
This distance … was completely within reach!
And at that moment, the Venerable Elder also saw him.
Behind the broken helmet, the scaly face curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled crazily.
"Cacarona!"
She shouted hoarsely, "Can you still keep up?"
"Yes."
The burly Naga panted and raised his large shield to block the javelin that whistled towards her.
The Venerable Elder asked, "How many of us are left?"
Cacarona turned back and hurriedly counted the personal guards behind him. He shouted, "Sixteen!"
"Okay, keep up with me. Tell me when there are six left —"
The elder held the cracked scimitar in his mouth and pulled out a heavy steel spear. He raised it high and swung it down violently, smashing the skull and helmet of the ghoul in front of him into pieces. Stepping on the bones, he charged straight into the formation that was advancing towards him.
It was as if a huge rock had been thrown into the waves, splashing blood everywhere.
With the enhancement of the armor and the mystic instrument, the curved steel spear swept across and violently defeated those who dared to stop her.
However, one of the ghouls on the ground suddenly reached out and grabbed her leg tightly, trapping her for a moment.
The spear broke.
Then, another ghoul pounced on her and stabbed the short sword into the gap in the armor without caring about its own safety. It pierced through the abdomen and protruded out from the back.
The Venerable Elder roared. After crushing the ghoul on the ground with her foot, she stabbed the ghoul's throat with the broken spear and nailed him to the ground.
Nailed to death!
Then, she blacked out.
After a moment of absent-mindedness, she heard a mournful howl in the wind.
The arrow had pierced through her eye socket.
"Bastard, come and fight with me!" She roared and violently pulled the arrow out of her eye socket. Ignoring the blood gushing out, she took out the scimitar in her mouth and stepped forward.
"Take her down!" The Warlord grunted coldly and released the bowstring in his hand. He ordered his men, "I'm going to make a blanket out of her skin!"
Dozens of ghouls drew their swords and surrounded the Venerable Elder. But behind the Venerable Elder, her personal guards rushed forward without caring about their own safety and opened up a critical gap for her.
The Warlord pulled the bowstring again and aimed it at her head. The arrow whistled through the air, but this time, the Venerable Elder's single eye stared at the Warlord's movements. She raised her arm and blocked the fatal arrow.
Her intact arm armor was torn apart by the terrifying arrow.
Only her undamaged right arm was left, holding the broken scimitar tightly.
She gritted her teeth and her lips split open. Venom dripped down from the corner of her mouth and sizzled. Like a mad dog with a dead target, she charged forward.
Garcarona followed behind her and instantly felt the pressure around him increase. When he turned around, he realized that there were only four personal guards left behind them.
They were not even enough to cover them and break out of the encirclement again.
"Venerable Elder!" he shouted in panic.
The Venerable Elder did not turn around.
Instead, he increased his speed and stepped forward. Ignoring the people who were blocking his way, he broke free from the broken armor that was protecting him and flew over this insignificant obstacle.
She pounced on the enemy in front of her!
"Die!"
The Warlord grunted coldly and released the arrow. The fatal arrow flew out again and sank into the Venerable Elder's face. But in the air, her body expanded rapidly as if she had transformed into a huge snake.
Atavism.
She closed her teeth and bit down on the two broken pieces of the arrow.
The snake's eyes burned with a crazy light.
The Warlord froze on the spot. He only felt his vision turn dark. The mournful cold light expanded rapidly and occupied his vision.
Slash!
Silently, amidst the clamor and shouts of the chaotic battle, the two passed by each other.
The Venerable Elder rolled on the ground and staggered as she tried to prop herself up. She opened her mouth and violently vomited broken organs and blood.
As for the Ghoul Warlord, he fell on his back, blood spurting out from his neck.
A head rolled on the ground.
The frightened face was still staring blankly, trying to see what had happened.
But in the spinning world, the last thing he saw was the Venerable Elder's snake eyes.
And behind her, on the pitch-black outline of the Sun Ship, there was a figure coldly witnessing everything.
The illusory light of the Sun Ship enveloped that person.
In the darkness that quickly engulfed everything, it became the last ray of light.
At the last moment, he finally came to a realization.
Ah, it's the Sun Ship …
.
For a moment, all sounds seemed to have disappeared.
The sounds of fighting and shouting came to an abrupt end.
In the dead silence, all the ghouls turned their heads in a daze and looked at the two figures surrounded by enemies in the deepest part of the city.
The leader of the horde had disappeared?
With Jakarona's support, the Venerable Elder gritted her teeth and raised the spoils of war in her hand.
"Still not surrendering?!"
She roared hoarsely. The bleeding head dyed her face red, making it hard to tell whether it was the blood or her eyes that were more vivid.
Countless Nagas roared excitedly. The cold wave quickly spread and enveloped the entire city.
The Venerable Elder supported her body with all her might. Even if all the ghouls around her crawled and surrendered or were hacked to death, she still did not fall.
She only raised her head and tried her best to look into the distance.
Until the figure at the bow nodded slightly and turned to leave.
She closed her eyes in satisfaction.
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