This Thanator was something that Cherokee had expended massive amounts of blood, sweat, and tears to capture. Even if one didn't mention the devastation it had inflicted upon his clansmen, merely to capture another equally formidable creature would require at least 6 months, the lives of over 30 clansmen, endless concealment, and good luck.
Hence, one could understand the fury and urgency of the mighty Cherokee when he discovered a clear trail of his enemy's escape, and immediately roared out orders to pursue. This time, he didn't even allow his clansmen to guard their homeland, because there was practically nothing worth guarding left within. Moreover, the entire Mosake clan, be it male or female, old or young, were all warriors. The only difference was their strength.
Cherokee definitely wasn't an irascible individual. At present, the clan's strength had been mostly depleted due to internal affairs. The entire clan's battle prowess could be said to have only increased due to their fury. Naturally, only under insufficient strength, would the concealed enemy in the shadows concoct so many schemes in a roundabout manner. Therefore, he only needed to crush them before they could escape, and that would be sufficient to crush all their schemes in their cradle!
Relying on the aid of his high powered binoculars, Sheyan easily distinguished Chieftain Cherokee from the rest of the na'vi clansmen. This wasn't because of the Chieftain's unique physique, exquisite bone structure, the back of a tiger or the waist of a bear, or his extraordinary appearance. Instead, it was due to the fact that he was riding an exceedingly ferocious Thanator.
Contrary to Sheyan's previous conjectures, Cherokee simply looked like a frail old man. His waist was slightly bent, and the wrinkles on his face were deep as though carved by a knife. From his left shoulder all the way to his right ribs, there was an exceedingly glaring scar! It appeared that if his injuries back then were just a little more severe, his entire body would've been directly cleaved into two!
The only extraordinary aspect was his gaze. Concealed within its incisive gaze, was a sinister venom. It was like a saw that had been sharpened to the speed of the wind, and was slowly chipping away at one's thoughts like sawdust!
In the face of such immense hatred, all superfluous words were futile. The Mosake clansmen faced this foreign colossal fleshy base, this foreign colossal fleshy organ, and this bizarre squirting viscous mess. Very bluntly … … they dispatched their most controlled cannon fodder, viperwolves, to charge forward! (Viperwolf: Why is it me again?)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The Sunken Tongue Cannons began to thrust their light red spikes into the ground from a few hundred meters away to attack the enemy. What happened next was similar to what happened during the beast tide, so there was no need to elaborate on it. In short, the first wave of the Mosake clan's assault had met with a setback. Close to 300 viperwolves, the only outcome of the battle was to smash 3 Sunken Colonies into a shower of blood, while their corpses were rapidly corroded by the 'Creep' carpet.
"I'm not wrong, am I?" Mcdh's voice was now laced with a tinge of depression and panic. "The probing attacks of the Mosake clan have already proved effective. Those 30 Sunken Colonies may look extremely impressive, but in actual fact, without massive amounts of zerglings blocking the front, they are rather frail. We can still make it if we leave now."
"There's no rush." Sheyan smiled faintly. Instead, his gaze was fixated on the back of the arachnid lair. On that piece of empty land, a greyish white gigantic cocoon had suddenly appeared. It was squirming incessantly on the ground, as though a creature was anxiously drilling out from within.
Concurrently, the majority of the Mosake clansmen believed that they had grasped the strength of their foes. They roared loudly as they charged forward. With a mix of viperwolves and direhorses as the vanguard, they were followed by the long range squads of slingers. Of course, one mustn't forget, every na'vi was an outstanding archer! Positioned at the rear, their threat was the greatest.
The status of these Beast Tamers on the battlefield was even somewhat similar to snipers like MCDH. Their two-meter-long, highly toxic arrows were shot out in a concentrated manner, just like a spectacular nightmare. Even the organs and structures that were struck by the arrows rapidly shrivelled up, presenting an appearance of withering away.
The remaining 28 Sunken Colonies were simply exploding at an astonishing speed. Mcdh's face had already sunk thoroughly, but fortunately, he had at least recovered his strength to flee. For some unknown reason, he suddenly wished to witness the cruel reality of the trio's faces being slapped with his palm, and witness their expressions of horror and astonishment!
"That's fine too. I believe my suggestion will be taken seriously later."
Mcdh couldn't help but indulge in such a delightful thought. He had had enough of the self-confidence and confidence of the trio before him. Such an unintentional deliberate act had deeply wounded Mcdh's conceit to a certain extent.
"You must understand, even Zi is courteous to me. Even Prince Stalo, a person who has already touched the threshold of an Awakener, had to retreat before my spear! If not for her revival, why would I waste my breath on you guys! "
Carrying a faint arrogance of a successful prophecy, Mcdh strolled to the back of the trio and earnestly urged.
"Gentlemen, while these fleshy structures can still buy us 30 precious seconds of time, it's time to leave. Staying behind will only result in us passing through the digestive system of these savage beasts or barbarians, before being spewed out from their excretory system! "
Sheyan turned his head around, his face still carrying that repulsive smirk. This undoubtedly caused Mcdh to be rather disappointed and dispirited!
"Oh, my friend, do you think this is the end? No, a splendid show has just begun! "
"A splendid show? … ….. My, my, god … … .what is that! "Mcdh's pupils suddenly contracted.
Standing at this position, he could finally see, that was a gigantic cocoon that was secretly incubating behind the Gundam's lair! At the instance when the final Sunken Colony exploded, the 'Wormhole Door' that represented the highest technology of the arachnid race rumbled out from the cocoon and stood upright and upright!
A gigantic malevolent door that could fold space and teleport troops in an instant, once again towered over the lands of planet Pandora!
Dozens of Ultralisks mixed with hordes of zerglings gushed out like a tidal wave. Carrying an unstoppable momentum and hysterical frenzy, they crashed head-on into the midst of the Mosake clan warriors!
By now, the Mosake clansmen had already assaulted the main body of the arachnid base, and even several organ structures had been blasted apart. Hence, according to the contract with Mother Nature Eywa, this wasn't considered a violation of the agreement between both parties. Amidst the mournful howls, the two parties collided violently.
Sheyan's combat style was like a reef towering amidst the raging winds and vicious waves. Wave after wave crashed over him, yet he still persisted amidst the perilous waves! It gave one the impression that once both parties clashed, one party would inevitably be crushed to smithereens, until not even their bones remained!
Yet at present, the clash between the Mosake clan and the arachnid race was akin to two fleshy millstones simultaneously revolving at high speeds. After nearing each other, they frenziedly devoured the lives of both parties!
Amidst the swirling dispersal of flesh and blood, several organ structures of the arachnid race were forcibly blasted apart. It appeared as though the entire situation was still extremely disadvantageous to the arachnid side. The Mosake clan's beast horde had already occupied a third of the entire base. The stench of blood permeating the air was like a stimulant that stimulated every living creature.
Instead, Cherokee's expression was gloomy as he observed the development of the situation. Beside him stood 11 individuals, all of whom were experts of the clan who had mastered legendary creatures. Hammerhead-Titanothere rider Authe should've been amongst them, but he was currently slumbering in the bosom of Mother Nature Eywa.
The entire battlefield had once again sunk into an awkward war of attrition. At the most crucial juncture, dozens of sparse zerglings and 1 or 2 Ultralisks would gush out from the Wormhole, reinforcing the crumbling frontline. It gave one the impression that the arachnid's defensive perimeter could be breached in the next second. Yet, no matter how much strength the Mosake clan exerted, they were only lacking by a sliver!
Truly, it was only a sliver!
Perhaps it was just a few viperwolves, or a single slinger, or even a few sharp arrows. That was all it took to utterly crush the enemy's stubborn offensive … … but there was no such thing as' if 'or' perhaps' on the battlefield.
This situation persisted for roughly a minute. Finally, Chieftain Cherokee raised his scepter in his left hand, before pointing it towards the 3 legendary creature riders behind him.
Compared to a few viperwolves, a single slinger, or even a few sharp arrows, the might of 3 legendary creature riders was already a hundred times, a thousand times!
From this, one could tell – Chieftain Cherokee's disposition was an exceedingly resolute and daring individual. Once he decided to attack, then like a lion hunting a rabbit, he would invest several folds of his strength! Seeking to utterly crush the enemy with a single strike!
Yet just when the 3 legendary creature riders were unrivalled in their imposing manner, as they roared and cut into the battlefield. Instead, the arachnids on the battlefield swiftly executed a single action.
They abandoned the 3 organ structures that were originally under tight protection, before shrinking their defensive perimeter even more tightly. Concurrently, 7-8 drones had begun incubating new Sunken Colonies on the 'Creep' carpet. After this retreat, the situation immediately changed drastically. It took less than 30 seconds to destroy the huge organ buildings. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to vote for it on qidian.com. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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