Witch Wind

Chapter 123: Meat Grinding Wheel (Part )

Dayunmen.

The beach landing battle continued, and the intensity had risen several levels.

Sophie and Marceau joined forces, and Xing Tianli even went to Black Borneo to bring all the subordinates that Sophie had left there. Nearly a thousand gorgeous girls with exotic styles were thrown into the "battlefield". In the coalition army, the generals of various countries, especially those Dongyun nobles who were originally controlled by Marceau, were completely defeated.

The scent of the dark night, combined with the seductive methods of these women.

Well, senior generals from several countries also have a special interest in the handsome young men from Sophie, Marceau and other tribes.

Sophie and Marceau don't care about this at all.

They themselves are "creatures of desire" who enjoy themselves at will, and do not take their own bodies or their own "innocence" seriously. Not to mention that in their tribe, males are completely inferior citizens.

Can these handsome guys still be considered human beings?

They are nothing but consumables.

Anyway, the war continued, and the beach landings continued. Every day, the coalition fleet bombarded the two islands of Dayunmen in the north and south, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, and the ground to be devastated.

Countless Dongyun soldiers, after drinking plenty of old wine, eating fish and rice, rushed to the beach howling.

Bullets pierced their bodies.

The shells shattered their bodies.

Every day, tens of thousands of Dongyun soldiers died, but their lords did not take it seriously at all.

Even many lords of the Western Islands, including the nobles of Xilu Island, had clearly received reports that their territories were invaded by the poor devils from the south, but they still had no intention of returning to help.

Their souls, their bodies, their entire bodies, from the head of the family to the descendants, were all controlled by Sophie and Marceau. They were like a group of obedient dogs, crawling at the feet of Sophie and Marceau, squandering the lives of their own soldiers.

Half a month passed in a flash.

The beaches suitable for landing on the two islands of Dayunmen have turned black and red. The sticky blood solidifies on the beach, turning it into a thick mass. Hundreds of thousands of bodies are piled up on the beach, most of them are no longer human-shaped. Every day, new bodies are piled up there, and then torn to pieces by new bombs.

This is probably what hell looks like?

A month later, a large number of priests and priestesses sent by Penglai Shrine arrived at Dayunmen.

Xing Tianli, high in the sky, could clearly see that tens of thousands of men and women, dressed in hunting clothes and surrounded by evil spirits, were riding on giant bone boats made of whale bones. They landed quietly from the eastern part of the north and south islands under the cover of night.

They climbed up to Dayunmen, and immediately set up forty-nine evil altars on two islands.

The next day, Sophie and Marceau once again instigated the Dongyun nobles and sent hundreds of thousands of soldiers on wooden boats to land on the two islands in the north and south.

After more than a month of fierce fighting, the naval guns had destroyed a large number of fortifications on the shore, and the defenders on the island had suffered heavy casualties. The density of firepower during the counterattack was more than half weaker than normal.

Today, very smoothly, more than half of the Dongyun soldiers from the Western Islands landed happily. They roared and broke into the jungle on the island that had been burned to a white ground by the war, and engaged in a face-to-face exchange of fire with the island's defenders.

Both sides are from Dongyun.

On one side were the private armies of the local nobles. Their uniforms were mixed and most of the soldiers wore armor of various colors.

On one side was the regular army of the Shinonome imperial family. They were dressed in uniform black uniforms and wide-brimmed hats. After they had used up all the bullets in their guns, they were well-trained and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the local miscellaneous soldiers who kept pouring in, armed with rifles and bayonets.

The soldiers on both sides tore at each other like wild beasts.

After all, the regular army directly under the Imperial Family of Dongyun had the upper hand. Their soldiers were stronger, better trained, and had stronger individual combat capabilities. Whether it was a long-range shooting match or a close-range hand-to-hand combat, they could easily fight one against two, three, or four.

Western soldiers were continuously killed. As more and more soldiers died, the clouds in the sky became thicker. The northwest wind whistled, and large snowflakes fell coldly, as if trying to cover up the blood and cruelty below with pure white.

On the flat ground, a cold wind swirled.

On the north and south islands, forty-nine altars were all stirring in the chilly wind. Tens of thousands of priests and priestesses, holding instruments like spirit-calling banners, beat small drums made of human skin, or blew shakuhachi made of human bones, singing and dancing around the altars.

On the ground, the flesh and blood of the corpses that had accumulated over the past few days shrank rapidly, and the sticky blood ice that had frozen to several feet thick changed color.

With a sharp "crackling" sound, the flesh and blood of the piled-up corpses turned to ash, and the shriveled skeletons stood up one by one. On average, the evil power exchanged for the flesh and blood of ten corpses that disappeared could support one skeleton to stand up.

When a skeleton stood up, the bones of the corpses nearby shattered one after another. Pieces of bones flew up and were draped over the standing skeletons. With a "cracking" sound, they formed into quite majestic armor with a strange and evil beauty.

After more than a month of beach landing battles, more than two million Dongyun soldiers died on the two islands in the north and south. At this moment, under the urging of these priests and priestesses, more than 200,000 skeleton warriors wearing heavy bone armor, holding bone swords, with evil winds lingering all over their bodies and wisps of phosphorous fire rising from the joints between their bones were condensed.

High in the clouds, Xing Tianli looked down and couldn't help smacking his lips.

Well, he understood the evil magic used by these priests and witches. He even analyzed the power that these bone-armored warriors should have after these evil magics were activated.

There was a small embarrassment. The souls of the soldiers who died in the battle were devoured by the Tongtian Yuling Banner, and the blood, flesh and essence of these corpses were mostly devoured by the altar controlled by Sophie and Marceau. The various dead air, yin air, evil air, and evil spirits that remained on the beach, and the many negative energies, were actually not as strong as imagined.

The evil magic used by these priests and witches was successful.

However, the power of these skeleton warriors is probably less than one-tenth of what was expected.

But it went smoothly.

No matter how poor their individual combat power is, each of these skeleton warriors can easily kill a dozen ordinary mortals; moreover, there are so many of them.

Among those priests and priestesses, there were a few white-haired, very old priests who discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with these skeleton warriors, as if they were "congenitally deficient" and "malnourished".

But in the midst of a great war, how could they have time to conduct a thorough investigation?

As the soul-calling banners swayed and the human-skin drums were struck, the sharp sound of the human-bone chiba was like a soul-calling suona, shaking the earth. More than 200,000 white-bone armored soldiers silently opened their legs and began to run wildly in an instant.

More than two hundred thousand skeleton soldiers turned into a white torrent, rushing from the beach to the sea in an instant.

A chilly wind howled from the north and south islands.

A shrine maiden from Penglai Shrine took off her clothes. She stood naked on the altar on the highest mountain in South Island and stabbed herself in the chest. Large pieces of blood-colored ice crystals spurted out of her chest. She screamed and her long hair instantly turned blue-white. Her skin turned into ice crystals. In a very short time, her body turned into a semi-illusory state that looked like ice wind and ice mist.

As for the appearance of this witch, she was just average. Among the brothels in Pinghai City, her appearance was the kind that only peddlers would be interested in patronizing.

But after her body changed, her appearance suddenly became extremely beautiful.

Azure eyes, silver-blue skin, and natural snowflake patterns flashing underneath the skin. Xing Tianli widened his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Snow Girl? Oh, this is a monster from the legend!"

As a standard liberal arts student in my previous life, I must have read some myths from various countries.

As for this so-called "separate strip of water" island country in the east, there was a big monster in its traditional mythology, and Xing Tianli was naturally aware of its reputation.

However, with Xing Tianli's realm and experience, he couldn't even tell whether this witch had the blood of the Snow Girl or had a Snow Girl sealed in her body? This evil method was so unpredictable that the "Original Witch Scripture" had no reaction at all.

Anyway, she stabbed herself, and she turned into a snow girl with an extremely powerful aura, almost at the peak of the soul, and close to the strength of the scattered immortal realm - and she was not an ordinary scattered immortal with one or two tribulations, but a powerful scattered immortal with more than three tribulations. In the orthodox system of cultivating immortals, if the scattered immortals' skills are not perfect, they must accept the heaven and earth tribulation once every thousand years. The strength of the scattered immortals with three tribulations is much stronger than some of the regular earthly immortals who occupy the blessed land of the cave and cultivate the immortal fruit.

The snow girl let out a long roar and swung her arms forward violently.

I saw a large pile of sparkling ice crystals like an avalanche, pouring down from the top of the mountain, crossing the ground in an instant and pouring into the sea in front. The sound of "crackling" was endless, and a large area of ​​the sea was frozen. I saw two thoroughfares formed by ice crystals, stretching from the north and south islands to the small islands ten miles away.

The allied fleet, with hundreds of warships divided into two groups, one in the south and one in the north, bombarded the two islands north and south of Dayunmen.

Two avenues of ice crystals whizzed past, and more than 30 ironclad warships had no time to dodge and were directly frozen on the sea surface by thick ice. The terrible cold current was raging, and on the deck, those sailors from various countries who were busy carrying shells with bare chests were frozen into ice sculptures with just a strange cry of "Merciful Virgin Mary".

More than 200,000 skeleton soldiers swarmed along the ice crystal avenue, and thousands of them rushed onto the frozen warships. Amid the harsh cracking sounds, the frozen sailors from various countries were violently blown into pieces.

On the allied fleet, generals from various countries exclaimed in unison.

Large ships turned urgently to stay away from the two ice crystal roads that stretched rapidly on the sea. On the ships that were closer, the sailors on the secondary gun positions on both sides operated various small-caliber secondary guns and a large number of machine guns, firing at the two ice crystal roads.

The sounds of cannons and gunfire were as dense as heavy rain hitting banana leaves.

On the ice crystal road that was several miles wide, there were constantly white skeleton soldiers being blown into the air or having their bodies hit by bullets, with bone fragments flying everywhere.

What was horrifying was that some small-caliber shells landed on the Ice Crystal Avenue, but they only caused sparks to fly. For some reason, the ice crystals were as strong as special alloys, and the small-caliber shells could not leave any traces on the ice crystals!

On several small islands, a group of Dongyun nobles who were drinking, eating meat, smoking dark night incense and having fun, looked at the two ice crystal roads that were rapidly extending towards them with pale faces.

At this moment, the legend of Penglai Shrine and the fear of the "Holy Lord" overwhelmed the many mental controls that Sophie and the Marceau sisters had placed on them. Several of the lowest-ranking Dongyun nobles suddenly danced and screamed hysterically: "Ah, we shouldn't have listened to these cheap women!"

'Boom'!
The heads of several little nobles exploded out of thin air. They were the size of a baby's fist, blue-green in color, and looked like they were carved from gems. Smooth, crystal clear, and extremely beautiful beetles flew up slowly from their exploding brains and plasma.

The beetle vibrated its transparent membranous wings, circling over the heads of the Dongyun nobles with a buzzing sound.

Sophie and Marceau smiled charmingly and beautifully: "War or death, choose one? Stupid and incompetent males!"

Beetles were flying around the heads of these nobles, and strange tiny fluorescent lights were falling from them. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The scattered eyes of the Dongyun nobles gradually became focused. They looked at the rapidly extending ice crystal road on the sea with great determination, and inexplicably gave birth to endless courage in their hearts.

"Then the only option is resistance, right?"

"Yes, resist. Even if you are a Saint, you will die if you are hit by a large-caliber naval gun, right?"

"In today's world, technology dominates everything. There is nothing that cannot be killed by a large-caliber naval gun. If one shot doesn't work, then use ten, a hundred, or a thousand... Prepare to fight, brothers!"

One Dongyun noble even drew his sword and shouted, "Are there any different kinds of kings, princes, generals, and ministers? Brothers, why is the Holy Emperor family a lineage that will last for thousands of generations? Why is the Holy Lord always so high and mighty? On what basis can the Beihe family and the Nanshan family dominate everything?"

"Kill them all, and we should have the right to enjoy everything in Dongyun!"

Thousands of Dongyun nobles, both large and small, who were present responded in unison, applauding and praising - "Yes, yes, we also have the royal family, the Beihe family, and the Nanshan family's blood in us!"
The nobles of the Western Islands, with their morale soaring, roared and frantically mobilized their generals to quickly mobilize soldiers and deploy thick layers of military forces on the eastern coastline of each small island.

Sophie and Marceau generously moved boxes of bliss incense out of the warehouse.

Those generals were naturally qualified to enjoy the Dark Night Incense, while those lower-level Dongyun soldiers directly smeared the powder of the Bliss Incense into their nostrils. The high concentration of Bliss Incense flowed into the mucous membrane, entered the capillaries, and quickly rushed straight to the brain.

Countless Dongyun soldiers felt as if they were floating in the air, and they suddenly gained endless strength and courage.

They were waving weapons that were either sophisticated or crude, roaring, and shouting curses at the increasingly approaching Ice Crystal Avenue and the skeleton-armored soldiers.

On the sea, the coalition fleet has completed its turn.

Their main guns locked onto the two ice crystal avenues and began a frenzied bombardment.

One after another, large-caliber artillery shells accurately hit the ice crystal road that was several miles wide. There were loud roars, flames shot into the sky, and the skeleton soldiers were blown into the air. Finally, bomb craters several feet in size were left on the ice crystal road.

However, there were too many skeleton soldiers and they were running too fast. Hundreds of warships fired at them together, but they could only barely kill a small half of them. The remaining nearly 200,000 skeleton soldiers finally rushed onto the two islands.

What followed, of course, was an inhumane massacre. Needless to say, there was a horrific scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere and bones and flesh turning into mud.

The Xingtianli Tongtian Yuling Banner was hung hundreds of miles above the battlefield. Ghosts cried and were constantly sucked into the banner.

Diagonally, on the north and south islands, forty-nine altars were also flickering with dim lights. Tens of thousands of priests and maidens from the Penglai Shrine were dancing and pretending to be gods. Their evil spells were chanted like thunder, but they were unable to absorb a single ghost.

However, the altars of Sophie and Marceau only absorbed a fraction of the essence and blood as before.

Although the evil spells of those priests and priestesses were vile, they were extremely powerful. Seventy to eighty percent of the blood and energy of most of the Dongyun soldiers who died or were wounded on the battlefield could be devoured by the forty-nine altars.

Sophie and Marceau looked grim.

The priests and priestesses also looked unhappy.

An old witch with white hair, short and shriveled like a rat spirit panted, muttered a spell, bit her tongue, and spurted a mouthful of blood onto the altar. Then a shrill ghostly howl was heard, and on each of the forty-nine altars, a lamp made of a girl's head slowly flew up.

A three-inch long wick protruded from the girl's red lips. As the light flickered red and green, an evil force that almost made one's soul burst out of all seven orifices quickly spread.

The sound of "chi chi" continued to be heard. On the small island, the fat in the bodies of the Dongyun soldiers who were killed by the white-bone armor soldiers disappeared out of thin air.

On the forty-nine altars, drops of milky yellow grease kept dripping, being constantly absorbed by the human head lamps and becoming fuel for the burning of the lamps. The air was filled with a pungent stench, and the evil power that shook the soul became more and more intense.

The ghosts in the sky were still being sucked away by the Tongtian Yuling Banner.

The faces of those old priests and witches suddenly changed - killing these Dongyun soldiers, their essence and blood were just consumables, and the treasures that were truly useful to them, which could even be used to prolong their lives through evil methods, were the souls of those soldiers.

Normally, the Penglai Shrine is also bound by rules and regulations. It is not easy to harvest ghosts in large numbers.

It is very rare for foreign enemies to invade, and on the battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people are killed or injured, these hundreds of thousands of ghosts can at least restore the youth of dozens of old priests and witches who are over a hundred years old, and their magic power will soar by three to five times.

But now, there is not a single ghost!

More than one or two hundred thousand unlucky guys were killed, but not even a single soul could be absorbed!

"Who is ruining our good deeds?" An old priest who was so skinny that his body looked like it could fall apart at any time shouted, "Find him. I want to drink his brains."

"Hello, Her Majesty the Holy Queen!" an old witch screamed!
On the battlefield, more than ten thousand skeletons exploded at the same time... Amid the loud noise, phosphorous fire splashed. The self-detonation killing power of these skeletons was equivalent to a ton of high-intensity explosives exploding on the battlefield.

The simple explosive force would be fine, but there is also an evil force that corrodes flesh and blood and devours the soul, which is spreading violently. Its lethality is several times stronger than the explosive force.

The two islands were flattened almost instantly.

More than one million Dongyun soldiers and more than 300 Dongyun dignitaries on the island disappeared.

The Tongtian Yuling Banner shook wildly, and ghosts soared into the sky with mournful cries, and were swallowed up by the small banner in an instant. Ancient and mysterious patterns on the banner lit up one after another, and inside the small banner, eight ghost generals howled in unison, and their cultivation was restored to the perfect realm of earthly immortals.

Including the earliest earthly immortal ghost general, there are now nine earthly immortals and twenty-seven scattered immortals in the small banner. There are more than a thousand other ghost officers and ghost lieutenants who are comparable to the physical cultivators in the Yuanshen realm.
(End of this chapter)