Everything's changed! The City of Talas has never seen a Behemoth Army … Could all this have happened because of my interference?
Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil.
Those absurd legends that he had once dismissed as laughable once more surfaced in his mind. It was said that at his prime, the Emperor of the Arabian Empire, the Caliph, had two powerful armies under his command, one of which being the Behemoth Army. This Behemoth Army was under the Caliph's control, and no local governor had the authority to govern it.
The appearance of these Behemoths in the distant Talas could only mean one thing: the Caliph of Arabia had already noticed this place. This battle had already become completely uncontrollable.
Bong!
A heaven-shaking war drum soon began to resound from the Arab camp. As the drums beat, the dense sea of Arab cavalry parted, creating a path more than one hundred zhang long. One end of the path led to the Tang Dynasty's steel defense line while the other led to the Behemoth. The air instantly became tense. Behind the first line of defense, countless warhorses neighed and widened their eyes, looking extremely panicked.
Even these well-trained and battle-hardened warhorses instinctively felt fear when they sensed the terrifying aura of those giant beasts. They wanted to break free from the control, escape, and leave this battlefield.
"Too shocking! The Arabs actually had this sort of trump card! If they had released these Behemoths earlier, the City of Talas might have already fallen, and we wouldn't even have needed to do anything! "
On the eastern side of the battlefield, Duwusili, Dalun Ruozan, and Huoshu Huizang stood together on the high hills. They were all top-class individuals of the continent, but even they were stunned by the Arabs' trump cards.
"The matter can't be that simple. The Arabs must have their reasons for not using these Behemoths, but no matter what, these Behemoths that the Arabs have summoned are enough to pose a massive threat to the Tang Dynasty!"
Dalun Ruozan said after a few moments of silence.
Although the truce with the Tang Dynasty and having the Arabs deal with the Tang Dynasty had been part of his plan, he was still deeply stunned by the Arabs' strength. Although he didn't want to admit it, the Arabian Empire truly was stronger than the Ouzan Empire. On the continent, Arabia and the Tang Dynasty undoubtedly stood at the apex of all empires.
Only Arabia could deal with the Tang Dynasty, and only the Tang Dynasty could deal with Arabia!
The high hills quickly fell silent as everyone turned to the western side of the City of Talas, to the Arab camp and the massive Behemoth.
Crack! A long whip lashed through the air. At the feet of the Behemoth was a thin and hunchbacked Arab, dressed in a crimson robe, constantly shouting at the Behemoth. Although he was grotesquely ugly, this hunchbacked Arab appeared to have an extremely high status. Behind him were countless servants and maids, their heads bowed and trembling in fear. It appeared that they were his servants.
Not far from him was a black-clothed Arab guard, a bone flute in his hand as he played a strange and irregular tune. Under the command of the whip and the bone flute, the mountainous Behemoth began to slowly move forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Again and again, the monster walked towards the battlefield, its heavy footsteps echoing throughout the battlefield. Under the golden light of the sun, the Behemoth appeared even more savage and frightening. Whoosh! At this moment, let alone the Tang Dynasty army in front of the City of Talas, even the tens of thousands of Arabs in the distance retreated in fear at the sight of this massive figure.
"Too, too … big!"
In front of the Behemoth, a muscular and valiant Arab warrior looked up at the golden horn, the massive body, and the scarlet eyes. His eyes flashed as he involuntarily retreated.
The boundary between myth and reality blurred at this moment. It was like the Behemoth of ancient myths had suddenly transcended time and descended upon the human world.
Roooar!
The roar of the Behemoth sent shockwaves of energy seething with boundless power and majesty, stirring up a storm over Talas. Even the dark clouds in the sky were stirred up and pushed toward the sunrise in the east. A clear sky had been cleared over the Arabs.
Whooooosh! The Arab soldiers, who had already been terrified, began to panic and back away from Wang Chong. The neat and tidy formation of the army was instantly thrown into chaos.
The Behemoth Army!
This was one of the most terrifying armies controlled by the Caliph and one of the symbols of the Caliph's divine authority. Even to the brave and skilled Arab warriors, these were nightmarish existences.
"It's finally here!"
At this moment, no one was more excited and delighted than the supreme ruler of the Arabian east, second only to the Arab Emperor, Abu Muslim. He pressed his hands together and slowly stood up from the dark golden throne. In that instant, a powerful aura erupted from his body.
In this world, there was no city that the Arabs could not break, no foe that the Arabs could not defeat!
Abu Muslim stared at this Behemoth like it was his proudest weapon!
Countless powerful civilizations had once existed on this continent. Just like how the Ouzan Plateau had once possessed the powerful Zhangzhung Dynasty, to the distant west, on the shores of the sea, there had also once existed some powerful civilizations. These civilizations had vanished long ago, and many of their deeds were impossible to guess at.
But there were still some remnants of these civilizations that had survived.
The Behemoth Army had been created by the Arabian Empire using a special method recorded in an ancient scroll left behind by another ancient civilization, using rhinoceroses, elephants, lions, and other ferocious animals, in addition to special medicines. After countless failures, the Arabian Empire had finally created the Behemoth Army that could dominate the western border and strike fear into the hearts of countless foes.
There were not many of these Behemoths, but they were the symbol of the Arabian Empire's power. There was no defense on this continent that could stop the attacks of these Behemoths.
"Masil!"
Abu Muslim stood in front of his throne, his eyes flashing as he waved his hand to the side.
"Lord Governor!"
After a few moments of silence, a low, hoarse, and extremely unpleasant voice resounded in everyone's ears. This voice was cold and sinister, like a venomous snake crawling out of the ground and slithering on a person's skin. Even Deputy Governor of the East Ziyad couldn't help but frown.
As for the Arab generals around Abu Muslim, they subconsciously retreated, apparently wanting to get as far away from that stooped crimson figure in the distance as he advanced.
Masil was the personal bodyguard of the Arabian Emperor, as well as the commander of the Behemoth Army.
This person was shrouded in mystery. No one knew of his origins, only that he had suddenly appeared in Baghdad, in front of the Emperor, and swiftly obtained the Caliph's trust. Not long after, one of the most terrifying armies of the empire, the Behemoth Army, began to appear.
Masil's origins had long ago been a secret, and the Emperor had long ago decreed that all governors and generals were forbidden from investigating Masil.
There was once a veteran general who had been nominated as a candidate for governor, but because he was suspicious of Masil's secrets, he had sent people to investigate him, but he had quickly vanished from the face of the earth. The Caliph's bodyguard had even led a large group of Imperial Army soldiers into his residence and exterminated his entire clan.
This matter had caused a huge uproar in the Arabian capital, and it had a major impact.
Although the Caliph had announced that this general had sinister intentions and was plotting a rebellion, everyone knew how he had died.
From then on, Masil's name was feared in all of Arabia, and no general dared to approach him.
Abu Muslim silently gazed at that crimson figure as it slowly advanced, his eyes showing little emotion. Masil's status was so special that everyone feared him, but Abu Muslim had no interest in Masil's identity or background. Moreover, as the Governor of the East, Abu Muslim was only interested in one thing: completely subduing the foe before him.
Nothing else mattered.
"I presume that you understand the mission this time?"
Abu Muslim said as he watched Masil slowly walk up to him.
Masil's appearance was truly hideous. Even though he had covered most of his face with a red cloth, his exposed skin was still dry and wrinkled, like the bark of a dead tree. His grayish-brown eyes glimmered with a wicked light that made anyone who saw them shiver in fear.
"Lord Governor, be at ease. On our way here, His Majesty ordered that in the Battle of Talas, Lord Governor's will be the one to decide everything!"
Masil's back was hunched, his lips moving.
"Mm. Our opponent this time is extremely powerful. Do you see those steel defense lines and that city? I need your Behemoths to completely crush them. I will take care of the rest. "
Abu Muslim paused for a moment, and then he solemnly said.
"Masil, this operation is related to our plan to conquer the east, so I hope that you will put all your strength into it. You cannot be the slightest bit careless!"
"Haha, Milord, be at ease. In this world, there is no opponent that my Behemoth Army cannot conquer. This is not the first opponent the Behemoth Army has conquered, and it will not be the last!"
Masil coldly chuckled. After saying this, Masil bowed and quickly left.
Bongbongbong!
The sound of the war drums was the signal to attack. The entire west side of the battlefield was silent. Everyone's gazes were focused on the man and the beast.
Masil stood in front of the massive Behemoth and finally gave the order to attack.
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