Becoming a God by Searching Mountains and Subduing Demons

Chapter 313 Doomsday
Above the Ironclad City front, the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of despair.

This despair is like a sticky fog, weighing heavily on everyone's heart and lingering.

The human warriors are still fighting bloody battles. Their roars have long become hoarse, but they are still waving their weapons with all their might to guard this shaky line of defense.

The unyielding flame, like a candle in the wind, burned with difficulty in the depths of their bloodshot eyes.

Even though their bodies were already exhausted and every step seemed to exhaust all their strength, they still did not retreat.

The flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a cold web of death, and every strike carried the chill of reaping lives.

On top of the city wall, scorched earth was everywhere, and every inch of land seemed to be thoroughly soaked in blood, making it sticky and slippery when stepped on.

The strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth, was nauseating, but it was like a wake-up call, constantly stimulating the soldiers' numb nerves.

The army of the Beast God Cult, like a black tide from the depths of hell, surged madly from the distant horizon.

It was an army that stretched as far as the eye could see, endlessly stretching out as if it would devour the world and bring eternal darkness and death.

In the center of the Beast God Cult's army, a man sat proudly on a throne made of the bones of countless dead souls.

The man exuded a chilling cold aura, as if he was an ice king who walked out of an extremely cold land.

It was the venerable leader of the Beast God Cult.

He was wearing a large and heavy black robe that completely covered his body. The hood was pulled down deeply, obscuring his face, making it hidden in the shadows and difficult to see clearly.

There was only a pair of eyes, like will-o'-the-wisp from hell, flashing a cold and dark light in the shadows, which was chilling.

An ancient corpse emitting a strong smell of decay stood stiffly beside the Venerable like the most loyal slave.

The body of the ancient corpse was shriveled, like a dead tree that had been drained of all its moisture. Its skin was a deathly grayish-white color, covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if it would shatter and disintegrate with the slightest touch.

However, from this seemingly fragile ancient corpse emanated a terrifying pressure that made the soul tremble, like a sleeping ancient beast suddenly awakening, enough to shock the heaven and earth.

Several powerful demon kings with overwhelming auras and emitting terrifying demonic energy stood respectfully behind the Venerable and the ancient corpse like the humblest subjects.

These demon kings are the supreme kings in their respective tribes, possessing the power to destroy the world.

At this moment, they were like docile cats, with their huge bodies slightly bent and their huge heads lowered deeply. Even their breathing became cautious, and they dared not even breathe.

Deep in their eyes, there is an unconcealable deep fear, a fear that comes from the depths of their souls, a submission and awe to absolute power.

The sturdy Iron City has steep terrain and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. According to the original plan of the Beast God Cult, this city should have been completely conquered within just ten days.

Afterwards, the army of the Beast God Cult will be able to march straight in as if it were an empty land, sweeping across the entire human territory and completely trampling the human race under their feet.

However, the human race in Iron Cloth City showed a will to resist that was beyond the expectations of all the Beast God Cult leaders.

They were as tough as rock, and used their flesh and blood to block the tsunami-like attacks of the Beast God Cult time and time again.

The desperate resistance of the human race in Ironclad City has lasted for several months, and has forcibly slowed down the advance of the Beast God Cult's army.

Now, the most critical moment has finally arrived, the moment that determines the fate of Iron City and the fate of countless human beings.

Inside the city, the spiritual defense formation that maintained the Iron Armor City's last barrier had already been crumbling under the continuous and crazy attacks of the Beast God Cult, like a candle in the wind, its light extremely dim.

The light curtain of the formation was covered with dense cracks, like a broken mirror, which could collapse completely at any time.

The soldiers' physical strength has reached its limit. The continuous and brutal battles have already exhausted them both physically and mentally.

The casualties were extremely heavy. On top of the city walls and under the walls, there were broken limbs everywhere. Corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood gathered into rivers. The air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of despair.

Morale has reached its lowest point, and everyone's face is filled with fatigue and despair.

The fall of Ironclad City seemed to be a foregone conclusion. If things continued like this, it was only a matter of time before the city was destroyed and people died. No one could stop this from happening.

The feeling of despair, like a plague, spread rapidly in Iron City, corroding everyone's heart.

The Venerable slowly raised his head. His extremely cold eyes, as chilling as a poisonous snake, penetrated the smoke of the battlefield and looked at the crumbling Iron City in the distance, which seemed like it would collapse at any time.

His eyes, like a god high above, overlooking his approaching prey, were full of cruelty and mockery, as if he was admiring a tragedy that was about to take place.

The voice of the Venerable was hoarse and cold, as harsh as two pieces of rough metal rubbing against each other, and like the whisper of death coming from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, with a creepy chill.

"It seems that the resistance of these ants is more tenacious than we expected." The corners of the Venerable's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold and cruel arc. There was a hint of imperceptible surprise in his tone, but more of it was disdain and ridicule.

The ancient corpse let out a dull and hoarse roar, like an old bellows pulling hard, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"It doesn't matter. All struggles will be in vain." The ancient corpse's voice was stiff and slow. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, carrying a strong smell of decay.

There was a bloodthirsty light flashing in the eyes of the Venerable. He slowly raised his arm, as if waving the scythe of the god of death, announcing the coming of death.

"It's time to end this farce."

"Pass the order and launch a full-scale attack!"

"I will make the human race of Iron Cloth City completely destroyed in despair!"

The Venerable swung his arm suddenly, and the order was instantly transmitted like a hurricane to every corner of the Beast God Cult army.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The deafening sound of war drums rang out again, like a death knell, heavy and rapid, striking the hearts of the human warriors again and again.

"Ouch——!"

"Roar--!"

"kill--!"

The beast-like army let out a deafening roar, and like a tsunami, it launched the final and most frantic attack on the last line of defense of Iron City.

Iron City is in danger!

On the city wall, the human warriors felt the terrifying momentum of the Beast God Cult army like a landslide and tsunami, and a sense of oppression as if the end of the world was coming instantly surged into their hearts.

The feeling of despair, like a flood that broke through a dam, completely overwhelmed their hearts.

However, even in desperate situations, even when hope was slim, they still did not give up.

The soldiers tightly grasped their weapons, which were already full of gaps. Their knuckles turned pale from excessive force, but their eyes still burned with the unyielding will to fight.

For the people who need to be protected behind them, for the last dignity of the human race, and for the unwilling belief in their hearts, they will never take a step back!

A final battle that will determine the fate of Iron City and may even affect the entire human race's war situation is about to break out!

The fire of indomitable will burns in their eyes.

Even though the body is exhausted.

The flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a web of death.

On top of the city wall.

Every inch of the ground was soaked in blood.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

The Beast God Cult's army was like a black tide.

far away.

Continuously.

The horizon is beyond sight.

The Beast God Cult.

There was a man sitting high in the center of the army formation, with a cold aura, it was the Venerable.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face hidden in shadow.

There was only a pair of eyes flashing with a cold light and an ancient corpse emitting the smell of decay.

Standing beside him, the ancient corpse had a stiff body and shriveled skin.

As if it had experienced erosion over a long period of time, a terrifying aura emanated from it.

It was heart-stirring. The powerful demon king stood respectfully behind the venerable and the ancient corpse like a minister.

They lowered their heads and dared not even breathe.

Revealing deep fear, the solid Iron City.

According to the Beast God Cult's original plan, it should have been conquered within ten days.

The human race in Ironclad City, however, showed an unimaginable will to resist.

However, they are as strong as a rock.

The Beast God Cult's offensive was forcibly blocked, and Iron Cloth City put up a desperate resistance.

Now, it is the most critical moment.

The soldiers' physical strength was also approaching its limit.

Heavy casualties.

Low morale.

Ironclad City fell.

Go on like this.

Just a matter of time.

The Venerable slowly raised his head.

His gaze penetrated the smoke of the battlefield.

Looking towards the Iron City in the distance.

His voice was hoarse and cold.

It was as if it came from the Netherworld.

"It seems that the resistance of these ants is stronger than we expected."

The ancient corpse let out a dull roar.

Like the strain of an old bellows. "It doesn't matter. All struggle will be in vain."

The corner of the Venerable's mouth curled up in a cruel arc.

There was a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

"It's time to end this farce."

"Pass the order and launch a full-scale attack."

"I will make the human race of Ironclad City completely destroyed in despair."

He waved his arms.

Like wielding the scythe of death.

The order was instantly transmitted to every corner of the Beast God Cult's army.

The deafening sound of war drums rang out again.

Like a death knell.

The beast-like army let out a deafening roar.

Towards the last line of defense of Iron City.

Launched the final attack.

Iron City is in danger.

On top of the city wall.

The human warriors felt the landslide-like tsunami-like momentum of the Beast God Cult's army.

A deep despair welled up in my heart.

They held their weapons tightly.

The unyielding fighting spirit still burned in his eyes.

For the people behind me.

For the dignity of humanity.

They will never take a step back.

A battle that determines the fate of Iron City.

It may even be the final battle that affects the entire human race’s war situation.

Coming soon.

Above the Ironclad City front line, the air seemed to freeze.

A heavy and oppressive atmosphere invisibly shrouds every inch of land.

On the Beast God Cult side, in the center of the military formation.

A man sits on a throne made of bones.

It was the venerable leader of the Beast God Cult, and he had a cold aura.

It was chilling to see that the Venerable was wearing a loose black robe.

It completely enveloped his figure, with the hood hiding his face.

Make it hidden in the shadows, with only a pair of eyes.

Shining out from the shadows, a cold light flickered.

An ancient corpse emitting a decayed smell.

Like a loyal servant.

Standing stiffly beside him.

The ancient corpse's body was shriveled.

Like a tree that has been drained of water.

The skin takes on an unnatural grayish-white hue.

Full of cracks from the years.

As if it would break with the slightest touch.

But the pressure it exudes.

But it is extremely terrifying.

It's like a sleeping ancient beast awakening.

It's heart-pounding.

The soul trembles.

Several powerful demon kings.

Exuding a monstrous demonic aura, they are in their respective tribes.

They are all supreme beings, but at this moment they are like subjects.

Standing respectfully behind the venerable and the ancient corpse.

Their huge bodies were slightly bent.

With head lowered.

Even breathing became cautious.

I didn't even dare to take a breath.

His eyes were filled with deep fear.

That is the fear that comes from the depths of the soul.

Absolute submission to the superior.

The solid Iron City is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

In the original plan of the Beast God Cult.

This city should be captured within ten days.

Then came the army of the Beast God Cult.

Then you can drive straight in.

Sweeping across the entire human territory.

However, the human race of Iron Cloth City.

However, they erupted with an unimaginable will to resist, which was beyond the expectations of all the Beast God Cult leaders.

They are as strong as a rock.

He used his flesh and blood to block the offensive of the Beast God Cult and repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

The fall of Tieyi City is almost a foregone conclusion. If it continues like this, the city will be destroyed and people will die.

It's just a matter of time, and no one can stop it from happening.

The feeling of despair was spreading, and the Venerable slowly raised his head with a cold gaze.

Penetrating the smoke of the battlefield, looking at the crumbling Iron City in the distance.

As if staring at an approaching prey, his eyes were full of cruelty and mockery.

His voice was hoarse and cold, as harsh as the friction of metal.

It was like it came from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying the breath of death.

"It seems that the resistance of these ants is stronger than we expected."

There was a hint of surprise in his tone, but more of disdain.

The ancient corpse let out a dull roar, and the dry sound was like the pulling of an old bellows, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"It doesn't matter. All struggles will be in vain."

The ancient corpse's voice was filled with indifference to life and absolute confidence in its own strength.

The corner of the Venerable's mouth curled up in a cruel arc.

It's as creepy as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

There was a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, like a hungry beast seeing delicious food.

"It's time to end this farce."

He slowly raised his arms.

"Pass the order and launch a full-scale attack."

The Venerable's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the battlefield, carrying with it unquestionable majesty.

"I will make the human race of Ironclad City completely destroyed in despair."

His voice was filled with cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

As if he was telling a trivial matter, he waved his arms violently.

The movement was understated, but it was like wielding the scythe of the god of death.

Announcing the end of Iron City, the order was instantly transmitted to every corner of the Beast God Cult's army.

(End of this chapter)