Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 163 Skull sacrifice and skull seat!

There are countless small tribes with hundreds of people in the northern border, so it is impossible that the four people saved by Mo Yu are the only ones who suffered.

In theory, Mo Yu should personally go into battle and rescue more tribes. The smaller the tribes under his command, the stronger his control.

But this is too troublesome. His purpose is not to gain power, but to keep believers in captivity to "nourish his spirit."

Therefore, the lazy him directly chose the strategy that could maximize the subjective initiative of his subordinates - decentralization!
Mo Yu used the soul-transferring technique from the Nine Yin Scriptures to engrave the method of drawing the ox horn battle pattern into the minds of the four clan leaders.

The method of bestowing ordination is not complicated, especially since the group of heroes considered the issue of dissemination when they first created the method. Those who can become clan leaders are all talented and capable people, and it only takes a moment to master it.

When he said that as the high priest he was only responsible for communicating with the God of War and had no intention of taking power directly, the four clan leaders stood there in a daze, their expressions as simple and honest as statues, as if they didn't understand.

But when Mo Yu added that he would allow them to annex other tribes and would not restrict the expansion of their power, they instantly came back to their senses, with a gleam in their eyes. They understood that he really wanted to delegate power!
The Luoluowu tribe leader, who had a broken leg, rushed out immediately, shouting as he ran: "Buck, hurry! Gather all the capable fighters in the tribe, hold your swords and mount your horses, and follow me to rescue people!"

The other three clan leaders no longer pretended to be stupid and started running, each one faster than the other. Their backs raised snow mist and disappeared on the horizon in a blink of an eye.

With their current combat effectiveness and the captured weapons, one tribe could easily defeat a 300-man Hu cavalry brigade.

Before Numa Seka could react, the small-scale troops he had sent out to confiscate the border tribes were no different from pieces of fat meat in the eyes of the four tribes blessed by the God of War.

Over three hundred war horses neighed and split into four groups, galloping off. Only fifty or sixty men remained. Those too wounded to move, and those who were short of war horses, remained behind to protect the camp.

Mo Yu did not follow.

This kind of bullying-level battle is fun occasionally, but it will get annoying if you do it too often.

The only thing that can truly make his strength soar is fighting with truly strong people!

The figure of Esdeath appeared in Mo Yu's mind. If things continued like this, he would definitely encounter the ultimate enemy in this world.

Although Mo Yu felt that he should be able to touch a top that could even kill Chi Tong.

In terms of large-scale destructive power, Esdeath may be very strong against the army, but in terms of single-target killing power, she is just so-so. Being killed by Akame is enough to reduce her single-target killing power to a certain level.

"However, to be on the safe side, it's better to strengthen yourself before facing Esdeath." Mo Yu set his eyes on the brass horn shield. If this divine weapon-level embryo is refined, it may not be much weaker than the imperial weapon.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and the energy emitted by the brass horn shield became stronger and stronger, and the low humming sound was like the faint sound of a war drum.

With the help of the God of War's power, the four tribes quickly expanded into tribes of a thousand people in the past few days. Among them, the number of tribal warriors who successfully passed the test and became believers of the God of War has reached three thousand.

As a price, Numa Seka has set his sights on them and has gathered an army of 50,000 in a short period of time, and the number of troops is increasing over time. What he wants is to strike hard and completely destroy the backbone of the border tribes.

"Master High Priest, are you really not going to wait any longer?" Urka asked, approaching on his warhorse. His broken leg had been fitted with a mechanical prosthesis. While it certainly wasn't as good as the original, the old man was quite satisfied. "Our strength is increasing rapidly every day. If we can hold on for a few more days, even if Numa musters a hundred thousand troops, we can defeat him in one fell swoop!"

Mo Yu leaned against his warhorse and glanced up at him when he heard the words.

The Luoluo Wu tribe was close to him because of his origins. Although Urka was the tribe leader, he treated him with great respect, humble and without airs. This move did not make him lose value, but instead made Urka a subtle deputy to Mo Yu, and the three tribe leaders of the same rank were all overshadowed by him.

"There's no need to wait. The God of War wants brave and fearless warriors who are ready to face death, not slow-paced administrators."

The most troublesome thing about the power of faith is that you cannot guarantee that your believers will not degenerate.

The bond between faith in God and believers is too deep. Since the will of all living beings can shape faith in God, it can naturally distort faith in God.

Therefore, this requires the guidance of a shepherd or a priest. If the god of faith is a god of war, it is best not to let the believers stop fighting.

Only the faith tempered by blood and fire can remain pure!
Urka was stunned for a moment, then discerned a hint of divine meaning from Mo Yu's words. He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and said in a gruff voice, "The head priest is right! We northern men are born to wield swords and mount horses. How can we cower like turtles?"

He turned around, patted his horse, and called out to the tribal knights behind him, "Pack your weapons, prepare for battle, and offer a blood sacrifice to the God of War!"

Mo Yu smiled when he heard this, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​making a joke, so he shouted loudly: "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!"

His eyes swept over the three thousand tribal warriors in armor and sharp weapons, as if they were once again in the trial of a bloody battlefield, on top of a mountain of corpses, the eyes of the god of war seemed to be watching them.

Black Qi flowed through his meridians, and the powerful force that filled his body completely stimulated the most violent killing factor in the terrifying Homo erectus genes. Cruelty and tyranny surged uncontrollably in his heart. "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne!"

"We will fight until the blood is shed dry!"

Three thousand soldiers shouted in unison, with the most brutal murderous intent, and the sound was like thunder.

At this moment, the image of the God of War in their minds became clearer, and the God of War in the brass horn shield also became more violent than it should have been.

Scarlet sparks ignited in his eyes, the swords and spears in his hands glowed with a dark light, his warhorse neighed, its iron hooves stepped on the snow, and it turned into a black torrent, rushing towards the endless Hu camp that stretched for dozens of miles ahead.

On the permafrost high slopes, tents stretch like the sea, and 50,000 Hu cavalry and their families, several times their number, live here.

Smoke from cooking rose in the air, war horses neighed incessantly, and simple barriers made of wooden stakes and animal bones were built around the camp, making it look like a temporary fortress.

Amid the howling wind and snow, scouts on fast horses saw from afar a torrent of three thousand black-armored soldiers approaching. The sound of horse hooves rumbled like thunder, and urgent horns pierced the sky, and the camp instantly fell into chaos.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The scout's hoarse shouts spread throughout the camp. The Hu cavalry vanguard hurriedly summoned the troops and formed a battle formation in a hurry.

Even so, when the three thousand soldiers rushed to the front, three thousand infantrymen relied on the defensive fortifications of the front camp and quickly built a temporary defense line, with longbows strung and arrows ready to be shot.

The giant wolf was driven to the front of the formation, roaring, its fangs flashing coldly, trying to block the torrent with its flesh and blood.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the enemy lines with a cold glare. His reaction speed and organizational prowess alone proved Numa Seka's reputation was well-deserved. Though his troops were hastily engaged, they maintained a high degree of discipline.

"Unfortunately, in this world, supernatural powers exist. A person's bravery can be infinitely magnified. A single person destroying an army is not just a legend."

Arrows were flying like locusts, covering the sky and covering the sky. The sound of arrows breaking through the wind was so sharp that it seemed as if they were going to swallow up the three thousand torrents.

Mo Yu's face remained expressionless. He swung his shield, shattering all the arrows fired at him, scattering the fragments across the snow. His warhorse, protected by black energy, shattered upon contact with the arrows, failing to injure it in the slightest.

He ignored the casualties of the warriors from the four tribes behind him, and squeezed the horse's belly hard. The warhorse roared and burst out with a speed comparable to that of dangerous species such as the bit, turning into a black afterimage. The wind and snow could not hide its momentum, and it rushed straight into the enemy formation.

The vanguard general, General Hu, widened his eyes at the terrifying speed of the warhorse, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged within him. He hastily waved his hand to order an adjustment of the defense line, but before he could utter a word, Mo Yu had already arrived in front of the battle line.

The chevaux de frise, which was highly anticipated, was broken like a dead branch by a spear, and wood chips flew everywhere.

Before the Hu soldiers in the front row could react, Mo Yu had already charged into the formation on horseback and with a spear. He swept his brass horn shield across and thrust his spear forward. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, horses neighed and people roared, and the scarlet blood stained the white snow.

"How is this possible?" The vanguard general's eyes widened in anger, his pupils trembling. The barricade weighed at least several thousand pounds, and the force required to lift it was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Is this guy a human, or a dangerous creature in human skin?!
He felt a chill in his heart, but there was no chance to answer this question.

The puppet warhorse under Mo Yu's crotch exuded black energy all over its body, like a demon beast from the underworld. Its hooves stepped down, crushing the two roaring giant wolves into meat paste, and blood splattered everywhere.

The warhorse soared into the air, like light breaking through the clouds. As the cold blade swept across, the head of the vanguard Hu general flew high and blood spurted out like a column.

"Prince, run... run away quickly..." General Hu roared before he died. His lingering gaze swept towards the central army camp in the rear. His eyes were full of despair, and then his pupils dimmed.

Mo Yu snorted coldly, reached out and grabbed the head, tied it to the horse's neck, and swung his spear like a silver snake. He swept it with his backhand, and the spear wind was so strong that several Hu soldiers around were knocked flying, their bones and tendons broken. When they landed, they knocked down a group of soldiers, and wailing was everywhere.

The white horse emitting a faint light ignored the chaotic battlefield. Even though it was stepping on flesh paste and broken bones, it ran as if on flat ground, with great momentum.

Three thousand tribal cavalry arrived shortly afterwards, and all they saw was the bloody figure of Mo Yu wandering among the thousands of soldiers as if there was no one around, and single-handedly killing most of the three thousand infantry formations.

The brass horn shield was dripping with blood, the spear was stained red, and he was surrounded by black energy like a demon descending to the earth. Blood flowed like a river behind him, and the remaining soldiers were in panic.

The more than 200 tribal warriors who followed him were no longer surprised, but the other tribal warriors who had never witnessed Mo Yu's might on the battlefield were all stunned, as if they were gods descending to earth, and their minds were shocked!
Mo Yu rushed towards the tribal warriors, suddenly raised the head tied to the horse's neck, and shouted in a loud voice: "This is the head of the enemy general's vanguard!"

The blood of three thousand warriors surged as they shouted in unison: "Master Priest, Divine Might, offer your skull to the Skull Throne!"

(End of this chapter)