Witch Wind

Chapter 296: Ask Your Heart (Part )

Tailan Star. Tailan Star.

Westland.

In just two months, the war situation in the West Continent took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the eastern part of the Black Crow Empire, the coalition forces composed of small countries continued to collapse in the face of the terrifying steel torrent of the Holy Ross Empire and the hysterical charge of countless ice field beasts.

Originally, the coalition of small countries had weapons that were continuously sent by the Aimee Federation, especially those with high lethality, which also had excellent destructive effects on those heavy steel chariots. With their courage to defend their country and not fear sacrifice, even if they were defeated, they could somewhat slow down the offensive momentum of the Saint Ross Empire Army.

However, just over two months ago, ever since the original great witches returned to the world and were beaten up by Xing Tianli and others, they rushed to Atayal in a rage and even infected the entire Atayal planet. Since then, the military aid from the Amy Federation was suddenly cut off.

Oger, Osho and others had no intention of managing the internal affairs of the Amy Federation. Over the years, the indigenous consortiums, who had been madly suppressed by Amy and others and had always been dissatisfied, took the opportunity to rebel.

In short, without the military assistance of the Aimee Federation, the coalition forces of small countries quickly exhausted their weapons and were defeated in just two months.

The iron torrent of the Holy Ross Empire has been divided into dozens of attack routes from the northeast, east, and southeast, and is approaching the eastern border of the Black Crow Empire. In some places, the Black Crow Empire Army has already engaged the Holy Ross Empire Army, and both sides have suffered losses.

However, the Saint Ross Empire's previous frenzied advance had already consumed most of the ammunition in their arsenal.

Their armies are constantly marching towards the borders of the Black Crow Empire. In the lands of the Western Continent countries that they have already occupied, countless Saint Ross workers, working together with a large number of mechanically modified humans, are frantically building huge military factories.

Black smoke billowed into the sky.

The fire is raging.

The loud "bang bang" sounds of the ten-thousand-ton and one-hundred-thousand-ton steam hammers shook the sky and the earth.

Huge crawler mining vehicles pushed down mountains and cut off rivers. A large number of mines were surveyed and mined frantically. Countless ores poured into newly built factories like a tide, turning into war vehicles, fighter planes, and various terrible lethal weapons, constantly flowing into various arsenals.

Groups of Western Land civilians were sent to concentration camps by the Saint Ross Empire Army.

The old, the sick, the disabled, and all those who were of no use just disappeared - their souls were of no value to Maria and the others; but after certain processing, their bodies could still be used to extract some basic materials that were barely usable.

As for those young and strong men and women, they underwent cruel and inhumane mechanical replacement surgery.

Most of their brains were taken away and replaced with high-tech chip electronic brains.

Their bones were removed and replaced with a hard, flexible metal skeleton.

Their internal organs were also taken out, and mechanical organs with different functions were implanted in their bodies, making their body functions strong enough to fight against light tanks.

Of course, every mechanically modified person has a small high-explosive bomb implanted in their body, which is equivalent to one ton of standard military explosives. Once they are severely injured on the battlefield and lose the ability to continue fighting, they will rush into the enemy's position without hesitation and detonate the high-explosive bomb in their body.

One after another, renovated factories were built.

One thousand... ten thousand... one hundred thousand... one million...

More and more mechanically modified humans, wearing heavy armor and carrying large-caliber automatic machines, lined up in neat rows and marched towards the border of the Black Crow Empire with clanging steps.

In just a few days, there have been more than ten million mechanical modified humans, causing tremendous pressure on the eastern border of the Black Crow Empire.

In times of crisis, the two old men Xing Tianjiao and Xing Tianhou are still reliable.

Under their suggestion, Xing Tian Yazi, with more than a thousand brothers of the Xing Tian clan, including Xing Tianren, Xing Tianyi and a group of other brothers, along with tens of thousands of Xing Tian clan brothers of Pingyuan Hall in Nanxun Town, and tens of millions of Dongyun servant troops who had taken Wudan, brazenly joined the battlefield.

As a result, extremely strange, even a bit twisted, fantastic, and almost absurd battle scenes appeared on the battlefield.

The huge pythons, lions, and gorillas, with huge amounts of blood and energy surging through their bodies, smashed the tanks one after another, directly smashing the heavy tanks into pieces.

High in the sky, a large number of birds of prey with a wingspan of more than ten meters were flying around, grabbing heavy boxes of explosives, and continuously dropping those huge ammunition boxes with a diameter of more than three meters to the ground, blasting huge craters in the earth.

Countless Dongyun radish heads, who were only four feet five or six inches tall, were wearing heavy armor, with bombs wrapped around their waists, carrying various guns, waving various small flags, and screaming "Ah Ah", charging head-on with countless mechanical modified people with heavy steps.

The armor of both sides was extremely heavy, and the guns in their hands could not cause effective damage to the enemy.

So, Dongyun Luobutou became entangled with the mechanically modified people who were more than a foot taller than him on average, and fought face to face.

Dongyun Carrot Head, who took the witch pill and was not afraid of death, and the mechanically modified man who had no idea how to write the word "death", wrestled with each other. You punch me, I kick you...

Occasionally, three or five idiots would join forces to forcibly tear off the head of a mechanical man. With a loud bang, a one-ton high-explosive bomb would suddenly explode, and blood and flesh would fly in all directions.

And those Dongyun idiots are not willing to be outdone. If you blow yourself up, we will blow ourselves up too.

From time to time, Dongyun Luobutou, who was blinded by anger, would detonate the bomb on his body when he was seriously injured.

So, on the battlefield, there were loud "bang" sounds here and there, and the ground was like fireworks, with blood-colored brilliant fireworks exploding continuously.

No one cares about such losses.

For the two old men Xing Tianjiao and Xing Tianhou, those who died were all Dongyun vassal troops. Even though tens of millions of them were killed, there were still tens of billions of vassal troops on Dongyun Island who could fill in at any time.

For Renov and Maria, this loss is nothing.

The dead and wounded were all civilians from the small countries in the Western Continent. Could their lives be considered fate? Their mechanical transformation, even if those parts were destroyed, could still be used to transform other cannon fodder after being recycled and recast on the battlefield.

No one cares whether they live or die.

More vassal troops and modified humans were continuously thrown into the battlefield. The eastern border of the Black Crow Empire, a front line more than 200 miles wide from south to north, had been bombed into ruins. Many of the once magnificent mountains had been razed to the ground, and the former lakes had been filled with collapsed rocks.

Rivers were cut off, farms collapsed, and fertile fields turned into bomb craters of various sizes. Countless pieces of flesh and blood filled the trenches, and every inch of land on the front line was dyed a disgusting black color by blood and flesh.

Black Crow Empire.

Baidanfeng City.

In the Holy Spring Palace.

In the spacious and luxuriously decorated meeting hall, the Ghost King clone left by Xing Tianli was sitting high on the throne, wearing a coarse Taoist robe and looking at everyone in the hall with an expressionless face.

All the leading figures of the three ancient families who have emerged today are gathered here.

Yu, Xia, and Shang.

Zhou, Qin, and Han.

Tang, Song and Ming dynasties.

The two old men, Xing Tianjiao and Xing Tianhou, had their blood gushing out of their bodies. Their bodies swelled to more than ten feet tall, revealing their muscular upper bodies. They carried large axes, stood in front of the throne of the Ghost King's clone, and shouted loudly.

"My little carp, for the sake of peace for the people of the East Country, has destroyed the Black Crow Empire in the West. The reason is just one thing - let the people of the West Country die in place of the people of the East Country!"

Xing Tianjiao said loudly: "It is better to let my friend die than to let me die. This is the truth."

"You all know what Xingyue said... The power behind the Saint Ross people is not even an alien race... They are not flesh and blood, and have no emotions, ethics, principles, or etiquette. When facing any flesh and blood creature, their only goal is to completely destroy it."

"So, this battle must be fought."

"It is better to use the lives of the people of the Westland to fill this bottomless pit than to use our own people to fill the trench in the Eastland."

Xing Tian's words were cunning and cruel.

But everyone present nodded and acquiesced to his statement. The Yu, Xia, and Shang families were the bloodline of the Wu clan, and their personalities were the most violent and warlike. Once the ferocity in their bloodline was aroused, they would rush to the battlefield and compete with the Saint Ross Empire.

What bullshit?
When the three ancient families took root in the East and established their country, the people of Saint Ross were just barbarians and slaves, like pigs and dogs. Now they dare to show their claws to their old master? They can't be killed!
Especially, there is still a trace of Zhurong blood in Renov's body... Then, then, then, the gray grandson dared to bare his teeth at the ancestor? If he is not tortured according to the Zhurong clan's patriarchal law, do the three ancient families still have the face?

The Zhurong clan is an extremely powerful clan.

Whether it was the Yu, Xia, or Shang dynasties, there were branches of Zhurong clan that had established themselves there!
Zhou, Qin, and Han, these three families, need no further explanation. Including Li Tang and Zhu Ming, they all have a spirit in their bones, and they will never bow their heads in the face of foreign races.

One word: fight.

In particular, the battlefield is outside the East Country, and the soldiers under his command are cannon fodder from foreign countries and races who have been trained by Xing Tianli... Hey, that's even less of a problem.

Alien?

Can this be considered a human being?
These families all have the tradition of being brave warriors who like to build fortifications. Have they ever treated other races as human beings?

Only Zhao Song... The one with the highest status among them was not Zhao Qingxuan, but Qin Hui, who was holding a thin brush and drawing on a booklet. He had met Xing Tianli before.

This old man, who also left a significant mark in history books, was silent for a while after listening to the opinions of various parties. He said hesitantly and politely: "That being said, it may not be the case... My friends, war is a major matter of the country and we must be careful. Besides, we should be kind and righteous, and these foreign people, they are also..."

A 'boom' sound.

There was a man in Dayu who was present. He was shirtless and only had a bronze Taotie heart-protecting mirror on his chest. He was about 15 feet tall and was called "Jiuyin Clam". He slid in front of Qin Hui and punched his fair old face.

Qin Hui let out a strange cry, and the booklet in his hand suddenly flew up. A ray of clear light lingered, and the booklet exploded. Pieces of paper were pieced together to form a long scroll. A vast expanse of green mountains and green waters gushed out, like a vast and majestic picture of rivers and mountains. The shadows of mountains appeared one after another, blocking the heavy fist of Jiuyin Clam.

One after another, the mountains collapsed and there were loud noises. Suddenly, the Nine Yin Clam laughed strangely and ran away.

His fist did not hit Qin Hui, but Qin Hui's pale old face suddenly turned dark green. Then, strands of sticky green pus continuously seeped out from Qin Hui's pores and fell to the ground with a "hissing" sound. The pus corroded the smooth silver-plated floor and made holes as big as fists.

Jiuyin Clam, he is so big and his punch is so powerful...but for such a strong man, what he is best at is not hand-to-hand combat, but the witchcraft that combines poison and witchcraft.

Qin Hui thought he had blocked the Nine Yin Clam's powerful punch, but he didn't expect that just by seeing the Nine Yin Clam's fist, the witchcraft spell that was similar to the theory of cause and effect had already followed his line of sight, invaded his body, and directly took effect on his face closest to his eyes.

Qin Hui groaned.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Xu, thank you for your help!"

Behind Qin Hui, a young man with flying sleeves, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, very young, but with a strong aroma of herbs floating around him, glanced at Qin Hui, hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly took a step forward. In the blink of an eye, three thousand six hundred silver needles, as thin as cow hair but about a foot long, pierced deeply into Qin Hui's body.

A large amount of green gas spurted out from Qin Hui's face. In just a breath, the poison and witchcraft spell he was infected with were forcibly forced out by a strange force.

Jiuyin Clam's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at the young man in surprise and said, "Boy, you have some skills. I didn't intend to kill this guy, so I didn't put in much effort. How can you, a young man, break my curse? Hey, what's your skill?"

The young man slowly bowed to the Nine Yin Clam and said, "I am Xu Xi."

He didn't say much and just took two steps back.

Qin Hui, who was standing by, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his whole body convulsed in pain, and he collapsed to the ground with a bang, twitching all over, with cold sweat breaking out on his face.

Xu Xi then said slowly: "Alas, this set of Tiangang acupuncture of mine has only been developed for less than two years, so it is understandable that I made a few mistakes in the acupoints. Don't worry, Prime Minister Qin, it will hurt, but you won't die. The remaining poison has not been cleared yet, so you will feel pain first. After a while, I will remove the needles for you."

The Nine Yin Clam closed its mouth.

Well, this old guy Xu Xi is also... to his liking.

Seeing Qin Hui in such a miserable state, what else is there to say?

Everyone present glanced at Xu Xi - Oh, judging from your move, you are just an imperial physician in the Zhao Song Dynasty, right? How dare you do such a dirty trick to Qin Hui, a senior official of the Zhao Song Dynasty?
Tsk!
Qin Hui's face turned pale from the pain and his eyes rolled back.

He forced a smile and nodded at Xu Xi with a kind look in his eyes: "In that case, I'll trouble you, Doctor Xu."

Xu Xi curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Qin Hui seriously.

Xing Tianjiao sighed at the side: "Alas, the biting dog doesn't bark...Xu boy, if this white-faced traitor dares to plot against you, just kill him and go to my Xingtian family. If you can break the witch curse of the Nine Yin Clam, hey, come to my Xingtian family, I will definitely treat you well!"

Qin Hui's tongue was curled up in pain. He smiled and said word by word: "The sky is clear, the sky can testify... I, Qin, have only gratitude to Doctor Xu..."

At one side, in the Zhu Ming class, a burly man wearing a python dragon king robe suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahaha, the sky is clear, the sky is clear... What a clear sky... You old thief, do you still remember the old things in Fengbo Pavilion? Ugh, I'll stab you to death with one knife!"

The big man with a dark face and a full beard actually drew out the shining goose-feather knife from his waist, rushed towards Qin Huai in two steps, and stabbed him in the heart with the knife.

Qin Hui was convulsing in pain, how could he have the strength to struggle?

He said urgently: "Everyone, help..."

The Zhu Ming train was completely silent, with everyone looking at the bearded man with anticipation... The other families were also staring at the goose-feather knife in the bearded man's hand.

Even in the Zhao Song train, Zhao Qingqi and others all took two steps back, looking as if they had seen nothing.

Only Wanyan Gou...ah, no, Zhao Gou shouted angrily, and the Panlong stick in his hand shone with thousands of feet of light, and with a "clang", he blocked the long sword in the bearded man's hand.

Sparks flew, and the long stick in Zhao Gou's hand slipped out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Gou staggered back a dozen steps, and the bearded man shook his body slightly and also took three steps back.

Zhao Gou said angrily: "How can this be so unreasonable? You guys, this is simply unreasonable... Boy, how can you be so kind to others?"

The bearded man laughed strangely, shook the goose-feather knife in his hand, and said loudly: "Your father, his surname will not change, his fate will not change, the Eighth King, Zhang Xianzhong."

Inside the Zhu Ming class, Emperor Chongzhen silently raised his head and rolled his eyes.

Zhao Gou snorted coldly and said angrily: "So, it's a traitor... Your Zhu family is so hungry that they even want to take in the traitor who rebelled against their own country?"

Emperor Chongzhen sighed and was about to speak.

Suddenly the heaven and earth shook.

Everyone was inexplicably terrified, and their hair stood on end. No one knew who yelled, but everyone rushed out of the hall, stepping on colorful clouds and lights, and rushed into the sky, looking towards the west.

Invisible to the human eye.

However, in the eyes of the top leaders of the three ancient families, who had profound cultivation and the weakest of whom had reached the celestial realm, they were horrified and surprised to see that in the direction of the homeland of the Kingdom of Yingjishi, a world channel was rapidly expanding. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to hundreds of miles high and about a hundred miles wide.

A giant earth dragon, half real and half virtual, emitting majestic waves all over its body and with countless patterns of heaven and earth surging inside, was struggling to emerge from the passage of the world bit by bit.

He struggled out little by little, and then slowly sank directly into the vast mountains outside the world's passage.

A gust of wind blew in from the direction of the world channel, and in the wind, there was an extremely rich Primordial Qi... The concentration of the Primordial Qi was so high that it could be seen by the naked eye, and it was already a faint white mist floating in the wind.

"This, this, this..."

The Ghost King clone that Xing Tianli left behind in the Black Crow Empire said loudly: "The master succeeded... He completely destroyed the heavens of the March World across the way. The March World is about to be destroyed. All the earth veins in that world have turned into dragon veins, and all of them have come to my world to seek refuge and settle down."

"The origin of the world in March is a hundred times more powerful than this world... Once all the earth veins in that world are entered, this world will become the supreme holy land for cultivation!"

As soon as the Ghost King's clone spoke, everyone's faces changed.

(End of this chapter)