Becoming a God by Searching Mountains and Subduing Demons

Chapter 314 Unstoppable
Every inch of the city wall became scorched earth fought over by both sides. The bodies of the soldiers were scattered all over the ground. There were the remains of demons and the bodies of humans.

Every brick and stone was soaked with the blood of the soldiers. The smell of blood filled the air, so strong that it was nauseating.

The demons were like a tide that surged back after receding. They roared and howled. Their numbers seemed endless. Wave after wave, they attacked the fragile city defenses of the human race crazily.

Their claws gleamed with metallic luster, like the scythe of the god of death. Every time they swung, they took away a life.

Their fangs were sharp and curved, like bloodthirsty scimitars, tearing at the flesh and blood of the human soldiers and devouring their souls.

Their evil spells, black mist, green flames, and strange lights were like maggots on the tarsal bones. They penetrated every hole and were hard to defend against, constantly reaping the lives of the human defenders.

The human soldiers did not retreat. Their faces were covered with dirt, blood, and sweat. But their eyes were burning with the flames of war. That was the flame to protect their homes and their loved ones.

They tightly grasped their weapons, which had already been bent. Their arms were shaking, their bodies were swaying. But their eyes were full of determination and the courage to die.

In order to protect the warm land behind them, to protect their parents, wives and children, and to protect the dignity of the human race, they have long put life and death aside, and even if they fight to the last man, they will use their flesh and blood to defend the dignity of Iron City, the city of steel.

However, the demons of the Beast God Cult were of many kinds and in various shapes. There were giant monsters several feet tall, and flying demons like bats. There were demons with flames all over their bodies, and there were ghost-like intangible demons. They were like locusts passing through, covering the sky and the earth, densely packed, and there was no end in sight.

And there were those crazy rebels. They were once human, but now, they have become accomplices of the demons. They have long lost their humanity, their eyes are empty, their faces are distorted, and they have become puppets of the demons. They are more brutal and crazy than the demons. They roar and charge like bloodthirsty wolves.

The number of defenders was decreasing. The casualties were heavy. They were like a small boat in a storm, so small and helpless.

The city's defenses began to waver. Cracks appeared in the city walls. The arrow towers were shaky and in danger of falling. It seemed that they would collapse at any moment and fall completely.

On the city wall, the bodies of the defenders were piled up in a pile. The blood dyed the city wall, the ground, and the sky red. It was a scene like the end of the world, which was shocking.

Blood gathered into streams, flowing down the cracks in the city wall, dyeing every inch of land red. The scarlet was blinding, like the color of hell.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, rotting flesh, and scorched earth, making one nauseated and almost suffocating.

At this moment. When everyone felt despair and was swallowed by endless darkness deep in their hearts. A series of dull sounds came from afar. The sound was low, but full of incomparable power. It was like the beating of an ancient war drum, shaking the heaven and earth. It was like a sleeping dragon waking up and roaring loudly. It shook the earth and everyone's heart.

Everyone was stunned. They stopped fighting, stopped resisting, and even stopped breathing. The battlefield became strangely quiet. There was only the sound of wind, rain, and a dull sound coming from afar.

The sound was getting closer and louder. It was as if some huge monster was coming towards Iron Clothes City with the force of thunder!

At this moment, every inch of the city wall is engraved with the cruel marks of war.

On the dark bricks, there were countless cracks from knife and axe hacking, which were the horrible scratches left by the demons waving their claws and tearing wildly. There were also charred marks from the corrosion of evil spells, like ugly scars, deeply imprinted on the wall.

The towering city walls had mostly collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins, whimpering in the wind. The arrow towers that once towered into the sky were now only charred remains, like a broken arm, pointing feebly towards the sky.

The heavy steel gate had long been opened, having lost its former majesty. The heavy gate was twisted and deformed, half-hidden in thick dust, rusted and emitting a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

This once-proud and impregnable city, at this moment, was like a warrior stripped of his armor, nakedly exposed to the enemy's cold blade. It trembled in the howling storm, groaned in pain, and struggled to hold on in endless despair.

Iron City is experiencing an unprecedented doomsday catastrophe.

War, like a violent beast that has broken free from its chains, erupts completely and devours all life.

The deafening shouts of killing were not the cries of hope from human beings, but the crazy roars of demons and monsters from the abyss of hell. Their voices were filled with primitive savagery, extreme brutality, and terrifying bloodthirstiness. Like a raging wave, one wave after another, it madly hit this ancient city that had been through war.

The clanging sound of weapons colliding was the most primitive and brutal collision between steel and steel, the cruel struggle between sharp blades and hard claws. It was like the death knell rung by the god of death himself, harsh and shrill, knocking on the hearts of the human defenders, making them despair.

The demons and ghosts roared and howled, their fangs and claws were bared, their faces were hideous and terrifying, and each face was like a curse from the abyss of nightmares. Their roars were like death announcements from the Netherworld, and they were deafening and struck the deepest part of the soul, making people feel powerless and terrified.

Various heart-pounding sounds intertwined, the deafening beating of war drums, as if the end of the world was coming, the wailing of tragic horns, and the desolate and tragic songs echoing in the wind. The soldiers screamed and wailed, heart-wrenching, the crackling of burning flames, and the rumbling of collapsed houses all composed a tragic and heart-wrenching war movement.

The tattered armor of the human defenders had long lost its former luster and was covered with crisscrossing cracks and terrifying gaps. The crimson blood had already completely soaked their tattered battle robes, and the scarlet blood had merged with the worn fabric, and the original color could no longer be distinguished.

They fought bloody battles, their weapons were already blunted or even broken, but they still held them tightly, their eyes burning with unyielding fire, as firm as a rock. They were like reefs standing firm in the raging sea, no matter how violent the storm was, they remained unmoved, fighting to the death, and never retreating a single step.

On the city wall, the flashes of swords and sabers intertwined and flickered, forming a web of death that covered every inch of land. The cold metallic luster, in the afterglow of the setting sun, reflected a bleak and desperate light, the cold light flickered uncertainly, making people shudder. The hot blood splashed everywhere, like a gorgeous blood flower blooming on the scorched earth, seductive, sad, but full of the cold breath of death, making people palpitate. Every inch of the city wall became a scorched earth where both sides fought bloody battles and fought for every inch of land. The bodies of the soldiers fell on the ground in all directions, and it was hard to tell whether they were the remains of demons or the bodies of human heroes. Every piece of cold brick and stone was thoroughly soaked in the hot blood of the soldiers, exuding a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting. The suffocating bloody smell was madly diffused in the air, so thick that it made people want to vomit and their internal organs churn.

The demons were like a black tide that surged back after the ebb tide. They let out earth-shaking roars and madly growls. Their numbers seemed endless, wave after wave, one after another, like tireless wild beasts, frantically attacking the fragile and precarious city defenses of the human race.

Their claws, flashing with a cold metallic luster, are extremely sharp, like the scythe wielded by the god of death. Every time they are swung, they ruthlessly reap lives.

Their fangs, sharp and curved, were like bloodthirsty scimitars, ferociously tearing at the flesh and blood of the human soldiers, greedily devouring their souls, making creepy chewing sounds.

There were also demons releasing evil spells, black mist spreading like a venomous snake, green flames jumping like will-o'-the-wisp, and strange lights that made people's hearts and minds shattered. Like maggots on the tarsal bones, they penetrated every hole and were hard to defend against. They continuously harvested the lives of the human defenders without mercy.

The human soldiers did not retreat. Even in the face of such a desperate situation, they still stood up straight. Their faces were covered with thick dirt, glaring blood stains, and beads of sweat. Their original faces could no longer be seen, only a filth remained.

But in their deep eyes, there was still a raging fire of war, the fire of protecting their homes, the fire of protecting their loved ones, and the fire of the unyielding soul of the human race. They tightly grasped their weapons, which had already been bent, their arms were shaking violently, and their bodies were shaking in pain, as if they would fall down at any time and die of exhaustion.

But their deep eyes are full of determination and courage to face death. In order to protect the warm land behind them, to protect their elderly parents, gentle wives, young children, and to protect the last dignity of the human race, they have long put life and death aside. Even if they only have one last breath left, they will fight to the last man, and defend the Iron City with their flesh and blood. They will fight to the last man, and defend the Iron City with their flesh and blood. They will defend the supreme dignity of this steel city.

However, the number of enemies was too great, like an endless tide with no end in sight.

What is even more chilling is that there are those crazy rebels, who were once fellow human beings, but now they have completely become accomplices of the demons and traitors to the human race. They have long lost their humanity and conscience, their eyes are empty and dull, their faces are twisted and hideous, and they have completely become puppets in the hands of the demons, walking corpses.

They are more brutal, more crazy and more bloodthirsty than demons. They roar like wild beasts and charge forward fearlessly. They are like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, one after another, endlessly, madly biting their former compatriots.

The number of defenders continued to decrease sharply, and the casualties were heavy, with corpses scattered all over the ground. Like a small boat swaying in a storm, it seemed so small, so helpless, and so desperate.

The city's defense line began to waver. Countless cracks appeared in the solid city walls, spreading like a spider web. The arrow tower that had been standing was crumbling, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. It was in danger, as if it would completely collapse at any time, fall completely, and be devoured by the demons.

On the city wall, the bodies of the human defenders were piled up in layers like a hill, which was shocking. The blood dyed the city wall, the ground, and the gloomy sky red. It was a terrifying scene like the end of the world, which made people's hearts and gallbladders tremble.

The blood gathered into trickles and flowed slowly along the cracks in the city wall, dyeing every inch of Iron City red. The scarlet color was glaring, like the water of the Styx flowing in hell, which made people despair.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood, the stench of rotting flesh, and the bitter taste of scorched earth. The mixture was so nauseating that one almost suffocated. It felt as if the chest was being pressed down by a huge rock, making it impossible to breathe.

Even the unarmed ordinary people, the elderly, the weak women, and the young children, spontaneously organized themselves and resolutely joined this seemingly desperate resistance.

In their hands, they held various crude weapons, rough wooden sticks, rusty kitchen knives, and even the gravel they picked up at random, which became their tools to fight the enemy, their last weapons.

Their young eyes were filled with fear, but more of it was uncontrollable anger. They were fighting for survival, fighting to defend their last home, and fighting to protect their most beloved ones.

Their faces were filled with deep fear and endless despair, but also with the iron will of the human race that would never surrender.

However, the spontaneous resistance of the people was ultimately just a drop in the bucket and was of no avail. It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, so powerless, so tragic, and so futile. It was fundamentally unable to reverse the tragic situation that was destined to end in destruction.

Iron City, this weathered steel city, is on the verge of complete collapse and is on the verge of crumbling.

The atmosphere of despair spread rapidly like a plague, ruthlessly corroding everyone's heart and shrouding the entire precarious city, leaving people without a glimmer of hope.

Could it be that Tieyi City, this majestic city that carries the memories of countless people, is really going to fall completely?

Is it true that the human race will be completely destroyed in this catastrophe?

At this moment, when everyone was feeling deep despair and their hearts were completely swallowed by endless darkness, a series of dull and powerful sounds suddenly came from the distant eastern sky.

The voice was deep and rich, but it contained incomparable power, like the beating of a war drum on an ancient battlefield, shaking the heavens and the earth. It was also like a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years finally waking up, roaring loudly, shaking the earth, and deeply shocking the hearts of every desperate human defender.

Everyone was stunned. They subconsciously stopped the crazy fighting, stopped the desperate resistance, and even forgot to breathe and held their breath.

The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became strangely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop. Only the whistling wind, the cold rain, and the dull sounds coming from afar echoed in the silent battlefield.

They pricked up their ears, held their breath, and concentrated their attention, trying to hear clearly what this sudden sound was.
The sound was getting closer and louder, exploding in my ears like thunder. It was as if some huge monster was rushing towards Iron Clothes City with the force of thunder, unstoppable!
(End of this chapter)