radicalducati Chapter 105 The Chain Hammer Dances Wildly, the Blood Dragon Roars, Slaying Demons and Monsters with
Chapter 105 The Chain Hammer Dances Wildly, the Blood Dragon Roars, Slaying Demons and Monsters with
Chapter 105 The Chain Hammer Dances Wildly, the Blood Dragon Roars, Slaying Demons and Monsters with Fear
The spirited horse galloped wildly along the gently rising slope, with the demonic cult's guardian army rushing down like a torrent before it. The first to be caught in the crossfire were the poor and serfs who had been coerced into building a chaotic embankment. The foreign monks and sorcerers were clearly bullying the righteous and chivalrous people, and they certainly wouldn't directly attack the civilians.
Once they directly charge into these cannon fodder, they will inevitably slow down due to their fear and hesitation, while the treacherous cultists hiding there will take the opportunity to harm them in secret, which can be described as extremely vicious and ruthless.
"Hero Lin! Alliance Leader Luo! What should we do?" Elder Lian Du of Shenji Mountain asked loudly. He was the oldest among all the righteous followers and was even more radical than his senior brother Lian Ming, insisting on participating in the final battle.
Lin Zhuo immediately issued orders, and Yi Cong was quite shocked upon hearing them, but then responded with a resounding roar.
At this moment, the horn sounded in the central army of the Demonic Sect, and a hundred or so ballistae were suddenly launched. Arrows as thick as small trees tore through the air and whistled as they were thrown, landing right in the cannon fodder formation. They pierced through from behind, often hitting two or three people before finally embedding themselves in the ground. Wherever they passed, a fierce wind exploded, and everyone staggered. Those who were pierced were left hanging on the arrow shafts, struggling pitifully.
A single volley killed hundreds of innocent people, and the remaining cannon fodder were even more terrified. Seeing the white cavalry coming fiercely and unstoppably ahead, they became increasingly chaotic and scattered. Those who fell were often trampled to death.
Closer, even closer!
These lowly people of the snowy land, who had lived a life of misery and destitution, could already see the indifferent face of the armored knight at the forefront. On his backlit, dark face, only the restrictive runes in his eyes and between his brows were bright, hot, and clear. Such a majestic appearance truly resembled the gods proclaimed in the scriptures.
Lin Zhuo could now clearly see the hundreds of faces of men, women, and children, covered in dust and grime, filled with fear and timidity. The distance between them was only a few feet, and at the speed of his steed, they would collide head-on in the next snap of the fingers.
At the critical moment, the white-robed followers behind Lin Zhuo scattered to the left and right like a peacock spreading out, with only Luo Jueyun's horse still following closely behind.
At that very moment, the two spirited horses reared up simultaneously, their hind legs pushing off the ground as they leaped into the air, as if jumping off a cliff into the morning sky. In the astonished gazes of the crowd, the horses' hooves and bellies flew from one end to the other in the blink of an eye, like nimble eagles.
Grandmaster martial artists and their mounts can be considered as one entity; as long as one's lightness skill reaches a certain level, walking on air is not difficult. However, this action consumes a great deal of internal energy, and one is vulnerable to attack while in the air, so without sufficient martial arts skills, one cannot easily do this.
Every member of the righteous army on this trip is a grandmaster capable of projecting their divine veins, but only the leader of the alliance has the confidence to keep up with Lin Zhuo.
As they took to the air, thousands of bows and hundreds of crossbows were already raised towards the two flamboyant and unrestrained warriors.
In the blink of an eye, the rapid, clanging sound of bowstrings being released rang out, and a barrage of arrows, like a swarm of black bees, hurtled toward them.
Thump! Thump! — Lin Zhuo's steed trotted into the air, and a powerful gale swept through the air, carrying away countless arrows. The remaining arrows, barely managing to break through the gale, were eventually blown away by a layer of qi as they approached the horse's belly.
The Riding the Dragon and Treading the Sea Technique is such a domineering lifting method, like launching a cannonball, relying on reaction force to accelerate, the horse's hooves stepping on a rain of arrows, carrying Lin Zhuo to continue galloping wildly.
Luo Jueyun was surrounded by rapidly swirling air currents behind him, as if he were in the eye of a storm, where arrows could not get close. He was using the "Heavenly Wind Divine Sword" technique, which was passed down from a lost and destroyed sword sect. Luo Jueyun obtained it through a fortuitous encounter. He and the founder of the Wind Sword Pavilion were from the same school. The latter and his wife improved this technique, which led to the world-famous "Wind-Riding Flower-Sweeping Sword Technique".
The two horses galloped through the air for nearly a mile, passing the cannon fodder at the front. Below them was the vanguard of the Guardian Army. The soldiers, dressed in haphazard armor, looked up in disbelief. They had never seen such astonishing skill before, but then they saw the two riders crash down like meteors.
With a whoosh, Lin Zhu swung the chain hammer in his hand three times, and then, carrying a terrifying and unparalleled force, it transformed into a colorless storm dragon, crashing down with the steed. The iron ball on the hammer head easily smashed the soldiers blocking its way and slammed into the ground.
Boom!! A towering wave of earth surged and spread outwards like a tidal wave, the violent impact causing the demonic cult bandits within a radius of dozens of feet to stumble and fall to the ground. The sixty or seventy bandits around the point of impact were instantly blown to pieces into mangled limbs and chunks of flesh, which scattered in all directions with a whooshing sound.
Blood fell like raindrops, soaking countless terrified and horrified faces.
Lin Zhuo spurred his horse out of the impact crater, raised his head and looked around, his gaze chilling.
It's time to kill him.
It's time to kill!
Among this army of ten thousand men, all that could be seen were despicable creatures, the lowly pigs and dogs of the Demonic Sect. Lin Zhuo had endured them for a very, very long time!
A violent and terrifying force swept out once more, wrapping around the long chain hammer. These shackles, once used to bind the people's legs, were now Lin Zhuo's divine weapon to smash the oppression.
The wind roared around him, and dust and blood were torn into a hazy gray-red mist in the high-speed airflow, completely enveloping Lin Zhuo's figure. The thin mist outlined a ferocious and huge colorless dragon, while the warrior on horseback was a towering black shadow in the mist.
He was moving forward, not like a galloping horse, and there was no vivid metaphor for it in this world. But in the parlance of Lin Zhuo's hometown, he was like a speeding train or a thousand-ton heavy truck.
The chain hammer spun violently, unleashing a magnificent power that roared across the world, swallowing, tearing apart, crushing, and spitting out every tiny human body it passed, turning it into a shower of shredded cloth and mangled flesh. The blood on the mad dragon grew increasingly vivid, the mist thickened, and the wind carried sharp bone fragments and broken teeth, sharp as glass shards, capable of shattering wooden planks.
Bang bang bang bang! All the demonic cult dogs that touched the chain hammer were instantly shattered, their lives vanishing like fireworks in the blink of an eye. Their gruesome and terrifying deaths were enough to terrify even these heartless demons.
"Ah!! Ah!!! Ah—"
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"Heavenly Demon Lord! King of Hell! Deadly Demon!"
"No, no, don't come any closer!"
Ordinary people simply could not withstand such unimaginable terror. The lower-ranking soldiers of the Demonic Cult's Guardian Army lost all courage as they watched a hurricane approach them, turning around, abandoning their armor, and fleeing.
The Tibetan monks and members of the demonic sect tried to stop the morale from collapsing, but even killing the deserters on the spot was futile. The defeated soldiers preferred to die at the hands of their own people, at least they could keep their bodies intact.
Most of the martial artists who were supervising the battle, seeing the Blood Dragon approaching, did not dare to stop and frantically fled for their lives using their lightness skills.
Only a few loyal and courageous individuals, driven mad by their own madness, raised large shields bound with innocent prisoners, forming ranks and waiting for Lin Zhuo to arrive. They were certain that this Jinzhu Mami would not kill the common people and would surely slow him down.
In this chaotic battlefield, one must advance swiftly, cutting through enemy lines to strike at the heart of the enemy's stronghold. Once dragged into a fierce battle and surrounded, even the most formidable martial artist will be exhausted and eventually die from exhaustion. There are countless precedents of this.
Luo Jueyun understood the importance of speed in warfare. He had been following behind Lin Zhuo, but suddenly nudged his horse's belly and sped ahead. His sword was already in his hand, and he slashed several times, cutting the ropes on the large shield. The prisoners immediately slid to the ground, some lying down, some crouching, their limbs numb and unable to move.
It was precisely because they were all close to the ground that Lin Zhuo was able to dodge precisely. His chain hammer swept across with the immense force capable of shattering a river, directly smashing the array of large shields in front of him into pieces and sending them flying into the air. The cunning and sly demon hiding behind the shields didn't even have time to react before he was reduced to pieces of flesh and limbs, still gloating before his death.
The power of the Fallen Dragon continued to accumulate. The divine veins attached to the shackles, armor, and mount could all bear a portion of the hidden dragon's strength. In addition, the nine layers that his own internal meridians could bear, as well as the twenty layers in the Hidden Dragon Pot between his eyebrows, allowed Lin Zhuo to easily stack the enhancement to 36 layers.
This is equivalent to a move with a power of 234 times the destructive power of true qi.
Lin Zhuo's true energy was already incredibly powerful, with few rivals in the martial world. With over two hundred Lin Zhuos working together, what the hell in the world could withstand such a powerful attack?!
No, no—even the earth beneath his feet trembled, even the winds and clouds in the sky howled, and the pristine holy mountain was startled by an avalanche. On the vast battlefield, wherever he went, there was only unbearable and tragic death.
Of the four Heavenly Kings of the Demonic Sect, the Divine Might Heavenly King Mo Weiren is dead, leaving three remaining: Wise Might, Mighty Might, and Faithful Might. Faithful Might Heavenly King is responsible for guarding the Holy Palace's secret vault and has not yet stepped onto the battlefield. The remaining two, Wise Might Heavenly King Cai Songtu (also known as the Rain Blade Hall Master), and Mighty Might Heavenly King Sangjie Sengge, stand side-by-side, gazing at the colossal blood dragon that seems to devour the heavens and earth. No matter how much they pride themselves on their bravery, they lack the courage to directly confront its might.
Sangye Sengge crossed his arms and gritted his teeth. This giant man's muscles bulged, and his skin was like black gold and bronze. He could shatter lions and tigers with his palms, carry large ships on his shoulders, and crush stone houses into powder with his unrestrained power. But even such martial arts and strength were far surpassed and crushed by him in this day and age.
He exhaled heavily, trying several times to charge forward, determined to prove that his strength was no less than Lin Zhuo's, but was stopped each time by Cai Songtu beside him.
"Why won't you let me go? What are your plans?"
"Wait, wait. As the saying goes, strength cannot last. How long can he maintain such astonishing martial arts? Let him kill. My Snow Region has supported a thousand temples. These eminent monks and masters have been drinking from the incense oil for so many years. It's time for them to dedicate themselves to the Buddha. Let's slowly wear him down."
"Are we just going to stand by and watch him kill monks and destroy Buddhism?! My disciples are all going to die!"
"That's right, we can only watch, because this person is qualified. You idiot, don't you understand? We are the weak ones now! Think about how groveled you were when your martial arts were weak! It's the same now, lower your proud head! Look at this Buddha enemy with the eyes of the weak!"
The mighty Heavenly King nodded with a face full of humiliation.
Seeing this, the Wise and Brave Heavenly King sighed slightly. He had to admit it, whether he wanted to or not. The once mighty and powerful Demonic Sect was now completely overwhelmed by a mere martial artist. It was like a natural disaster, and all that could be done was wait for him to wreak havoc and unleash his fury. At this moment, all the arrogant demons trembled like helpless people.
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