Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 672 Success?
shuh~
The bone sword slashed down, cleaving the giant serpent Ti Wuliang in two without any surprise. Then, blood and fire spread, igniting it completely.

However, the so-called "manifestation body" of Ti Wuliang did not immediately turn to ashes. On the contrary, it was still adapting to the "death" and "slaughter" that constituted the blood fire. Spikes grew from its spine, and the whites of its eyes turned pitch black. It looked like a monster that combined the characteristics of a snake, a lama, and an asura.

But Zhang Xianzhong swiftly slashed the giant snake, cutting it into countless pieces in an instant. Yet Ti Wuliang was still alive, the burning fragments struggling and writhing, trying to reassemble into a whole.

Just then, Zhang Xianzhong pulled out a gold mask covered in verdigris from somewhere and threw it directly above his head.

The mask had long, animal-like ears, a large mouth that reached to the roots of the ears, and three layers of lips with upturned corners in a smiling shape. It was exactly the same mask that Qin Huai had seen in the Outer Heaven through the Serpent Dream, only more complete.

As the bronze mask gradually enlarged, its empty eye sockets emitted invisible waves that enveloped the body, causing the fierce blood flames to blaze fiercely, scorching it until it let out a miserable howl.

"Impossible! The Three Yangs were devoured by the Dao Ancestor long ago, and the sect has disappeared for nearly a thousand years. How could a peasant like you still possess His magical artifacts?!"

"For decades since the founding of the Great Western Kingdom, not a single moment of those 20,000 days and nights has been not for this day!"

Before Zhang Xianzhong finished speaking, Yu Gongcao, who was some distance away, stepped forward, his brush tracing patterns, and murmured: "...His lineage spread to Western Shu, his traces revealed in the rise of the dragon, employing troops and imparting magic to save all living beings, accumulating merits and cultivating the ultimate Dao, enduring blood and fire between life and death, cutting down evil spirits under the influence of celestial demons, where the sea of ​​blood passed, the sun and moon dimmed their brilliance, when the bone sword spun, ghosts and gods lost their color, displaying his might in the mortal world, protecting the holy chariot in Jambudvipa."

Although the sound was not loud, it traveled very far and kept getting farther away.

Soon, a decree of slaying the heavens was completed by Yu Gongcao, which, along with the sacrificial text he was reciting, enveloped the entire mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

As the sacrificial text resounded, all the corpses in this world that had died from slaughter, whether they were soldiers or secret agents, whether they were now fueled by blood and fire or had been swallowed by the darkness of death, were all squeezed and extracted into drops of crimson blood, which surged toward the Great Western Army formation.

"Received blood, received blood, could it be this kind of blood?!"

Qin Huai, who had been witnessing the changes in the situation, suddenly realized that he had always thought that Zhang Xianzhong would suffer the blood of the God of War, but he did not expect it to be the blood of slaughter.

Now that things have come to this point, Qin Huai has more or less figured out what this "blood transfusion" is all about.

If the ascension experienced by the Holy One of Ba Hui was embracing pain and using extreme suffering to complete the connection with the sexual form, then the way the Holy One of Shura connects with the sexual form should be by launching a grand massacre.

Qin Huai guessed that Zhang Xianzhong, the King of the Great Western Kingdom, must have made two preparations. If the other three kingdoms sat idly by and watched him ascend to immortality without interfering, then he would lead his troops into the alternate history according to the original time limit to find the predetermined target and kill him. If the three kingdoms sent people to cause trouble, he would turn the tables and use these people as targets, which would both fulfill the requirements of the ceremony and reduce the strength of the three kingdoms, achieving a double effect.

This can be considered a completely open and aboveboard scheme.

However, based on everyone's previous reactions, Qin Huai deduced that Da Xi probably never expected Gu Shen to personally intervene. If he hadn't acted quickly and cleverly coordinated with Yu Gongcao to scare Gu Shen away, it's hard to say what the situation would be like now.

The crimson blood droplets gathered together and surged rapidly toward the Great Western Army formation, burrowing into the giant arm.

Meanwhile, in Xijing City outside the rift, the lives lost in the slaughter were melted into droplets of blood that flew into the rift, surging across the sky to join it. As he absorbed more and more blood, Qin Huai could see his armored giant arms below the shoulders becoming more and more complete, increasingly red, and then growing collarbones, neck, chest, and abdomen.
But the most crucial head remained completely still, and the giant shadow's neck was still empty.

"kill!"

Looking at Ti Wuliang, who was still stubbornly resisting in the distance and whose body was not stiff even in death, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly roared and slashed with his sword again. The dense sword light like thunder immediately enveloped Ti Wuliang.

"Hmph, old dog Huang, don't think you've won this scheme. You still have a long way to go!"

With half his cheek burning with blood and fire, Ti Wuliang, who was firmly controlled by the bronze mask, saw that the situation was hopeless. His expression turned ugly. After speaking, he exploded with a bang. All his body parts were blown apart and turned into golden and red blood beads. At the same time, an unimaginable extreme pain descended and was inflicted on everyone present.

In an instant, everyone on the Daxi side, except for Qin Huai, was bent over by the extreme pain. Even the boundless black sky vanished as quickly as bubbles meeting water, revealing the blood-red seabed.

Only Wei Wuliang, who was surrounded and held back by the members of the Killing Clan, was unaffected. He seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, took out a throbbing, purplish-black heart from his Taoist robe and threw it at the Great Western Army formation, while rushing towards the still unhealed rift.

Witnessing this scene, Qin Huai understood perfectly well that Ti Wuliang's self-destruction was to create an opportunity for Wei Wuliang to escape the encirclement of the Da Xi people. As for the purplish-black heart, it was probably the last resort to destroy the blood.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Huai had figured it out. He quickly mustered his strength, spread his wings, and charged out of the army formation. As he smashed into the purplish-black heart, he drew his Azure Seven Star Sword and slashed at Wei Wuliang.

"Ah~"

With a cry of pain, Qin Huai stopped in front of the void that stretched straight to the heavens, watching Wei Wuliang's figure gradually fade away. He stretched out his left claw, and in his palm lay an unusually long finger with exposed golden bone fragments.

This was the only gain from his sword strike—the severed finger of the mighty Wei Wuliang.

After taking a deep look at the six giant shadows still locked in battle in the now-shrunken hole the size of a washbasin, Qin Huai withdrew his gaze, entered his super-sensory state again, banished the extreme pain from the Great Western people, grabbed the purplish-black heart that was drifting in the sea of ​​blood, and returned to the front line.

"Come!"

Once Zhang Xianzhong returned to normal, he had no time to spare. He simply nodded approvingly at Qin Huai and began to devour the golden-red blood that his boundless incarnation had transformed into. The presence of the headless giant general immediately began to grow stronger.

As the golden-red blood wove together the jawline, cheeks, lips, and bridge of the nose, Qin Huai could tell that this body, which was hard to call a military formation or an incarnation of an Asura, was indeed the mythical form that Zhang Xianzhong would possess after becoming a saint.

Suddenly, a strange, hazy layer of mixed colors appeared on the surface of the giant, scarlet shadow.

(End of this chapter)