.One Hundred and Fourteen, The Bloody Dawn of the Hero

One Hundred and Fourteen, The Bloody Dawn of the Hero

"...Ahem, you go back first, I will ask Guangyanzong to organize some people to support him...Ahem, it doesn't matter if you can't bite this hard bone for a while. These mobs in the temple will become so difficult. It's just that they have aroused a moment of blood and courage on the edge of life and death, trying to survive in death. But no matter how brave the goat is, they can't fight against the wolf on the grassland...Ahem, as long as you persist in fighting patiently, I believe you will definitely succeed in the final success and not let down the expectations of Timur Khan for you."

Just as Ecklinn lowered his head and pondered for a moment, Samust was already walking on a wooden stick he picked up temporarily, wearing a black robe, stood in front of the messenger, and gave orders like this, beating the man who was teased and blushed back.

Then, as if he had seen through Ecklinn's little abacus, he coughed and turned to the junior, "...Ahem, Ecklinn, a war requires patience and meticulous work, and you must not be greedy for pleasure...Hem, these killers have been trained by the church for a lot of money, and they can never pull out the second batch for the time being. They are indeed a sword that cuts iron like mud, but they can only be used to stab the enemy's confidant with one blow, and cannot be used as cheap file chisels to fight with a pile of abandoned rotten stones meaninglessly. If you use too much in unnecessary places, no matter how sharp the blade is, it will be blunt and broken..."

“……Sir, the lesson is that I have received the teachings of humble responsibilities.”

Aiklin immediately bowed his head respectfully and replied, "...but now the battle is in stalemate, the Tukan cavalry seems to have shown signs of fatigue..."

"...Haha, Aikelinn, give these grassland heroes more confidence. They just fought too smoothly before and were a little uncomfortable at the moment. They are definitely not a slippery coward who only bullies the weak and fears the strong..."

Samust dusted his black robe, stretched out his hand to slowly twist his beard, and smiled confidently, "...In this world, Tukan nomads have always been the best soldiers who can fight hard battles, especially withstand hunger, endure cold and not fear casualties. Otherwise, it would be impossible to travel westward across thousands of miles of yellow sand to expedition the eastern countries of the Feren continent; go south to the snowy plateau, fight against Lama believers on the glaciers; and defeat the seemingly indestructible Great Wall defense line, and beat the millions of troops of the Xianglong Empire to death in the heart of the Central Plains... Cough cough, just wait and see, there will be good news ahead."

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The morning light shines, and the clouds are as bright as gold.

After a brief stalemate in Xingfu Temple, the guards finally exhausted their last bit of energy and collapsed again.

Under the cloudless clear sky, the temple was full of flames, and the gorgeous wooden pagodas of the Buddhist temple were burning. Balls of thick black smoke rose and lingered in the air, and clusters of blurred figures swayed and entangled in the fire.

In every square, temple and corridor, there were constant calls from the despair of the dying person, the puffing sound of swords and guns stabbing into the human body, and the hissing sound of blood gushing in the air. The air was filled with pungent smell of blood and burnt smell, which was so strong that it was difficult to breathe. The ground was filled with incomplete corpses, some were young and strong, while others were elderly and women and children.

Most of the dead were local believers and monks, but they were also mixed with many Tukan cavalry who died in battle. They lay across the ground with broken stomachs and were burned to ashes by the fire.

After the initial battle, the Tukan cavalry, who were aroused by the fierceness, attacked the fire, forcing the believers and monks who were guarding the temple out of the burning buildings, and then launched a one-sided massacre in a flat and open land.

Although these guards who were seeking to survive in their lives fought extremely well, the shouts of fighting back against each other were higher and higher. Unfortunately, although they had the aura of being ready to die, they could not shake the enemy's overall advantage. The Tukan cavalry, who woke up from the arrogance, did not get confused. They skillfully formed a tight encirclement, waiting for their hard work, and constantly reaped the lives of their opponents with spears, crossbows and short muskets.

Under such a desperate blow, the monks and believers, who were originally mobs, finally gradually began to collapse.

In the tumultuous black smoke, people were dragged to death by the horse from time to time, and some people were caught in an arrow and then trampled by the horse's hooves. Some people were burning all over their bodies and danced the dance of death in the fire, and eventually turned into a ball of charcoal miserably... A bad smell caused by burning the corpse was spreading freely on the narrow battlefield, and the horrifying screams were even more heard one after another.

There are also some wounded people with tenacious vitality, even dragging the fragmented and broken silence, crawling slowly and painfully, stubbornly pursuing the door of survival in the illusion of death, and their internal organs and intestines were dragged all over the floor with mud... The scene was really terrible.

After paying a very high price, the Tukan cavalry, who was once forced into a dilemma, finally grasped the rhythm of the battle. With bursts of excited roars, the increasingly thicker and thicker blood plasma dyed their steel knives red. More and more women and children moaned under their horses' hooves. These hunters who called themselves the grassland wolf had been flowing in their blood since they were born.

And a group of mobs with only bloody and courage are obviously unable to defeat these bloodthirsty butchers... even if they have the advantage in terms of numbers.

Therefore, when the golden sun completely jumped out from the foothills and the last coolness of the morning began to dissipate, the battle of trapped beasts surrounding Xingfu Temple was almost coming to an end.

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In the back hall of Xingfu Temple, which was surrounded by black smoke, there was a tragic scene that looked like Avici Hell.

The originally dazzling and gorgeous magnificent Buddhist temple was first stained with blood and charred by flames and smoke.

Between the corpses everywhere, an elderly man in ragged clothes stood like a rock, supporting his tired body with his gem-inlaid sword. The continuous high-intensity fight and the harsh test of smoke and fire made him become unkempt and covered with blood. A small part of it was his own, but more of it was from the enemy around him, with at least ten corpses of Tukan barbarian soldiers, including two small officers of the tenth rank of the chief.

Being able to kill so many tough grassland warriors in one go shows that this old man is by no means an ordinary person.

The shouts and wails outside the hall gradually stopped, and the surroundings were terriblely quiet for a moment. The eternal lights originally worshipped before the Buddha statue have already been extinguished at this moment. The spacious hall is dark, making the old man's face always in the shadows. His expression is not visible at all. Only bursts of rapid breathing and the huge roar of the temple collapsed in the fire in the distance.

Dozens of Tukan soldiers were hugging the edge of the hall gate, staring at the old man with bright eyes, waving his saber and trying, but hesitating to go forward. Although catching this guy is definitely a great achievement, the bodies of the lying down by the previous losers still made them feel uneasy.

This old man in desperate situation is the famous general of the Naserel Empire who has been undefeated for thirty years in the East, the commander of the powerful Empire Far East Fleet, the famous Lieutenant General of the Gallus Duhéden Perry, or it can also be referred to as Admiral Perry for abbreviated.

However, at the moment when the bodyguard was wiped out, he could only rely on his own strength to trap the beasts and fight.

The silent confrontation did not last long. As the onlookers continued to increase, some people finally couldn't help but acted first, without warning. Two Tukan soldiers rushed into the hall quickly and raised their swords and came over one by one.

And in the eyes of Admiral Perry, who had been silent for a long time, a strong murderous aura suddenly burst out again.

The admiral, with an incredible murderous intent, swung his sword to face the enemy soldiers in front of him with an incredible agility, and slashed heavily from his waist. Before the other party could react, he cut off the soldier's chest and shoulders half.

However, just as the enemy in front of him fell down screaming, the Admiral's sword was stuck in his ribs and could not be pulled out for a moment. The enemy soldiers who rushed from behind were overjoyed to see this and quickly raised their swords to slash... Unfortunately, his joy lasted for only a moment. Admiral Perry didn't even turn his head back, and pulled out his golden wand from the belt buckle, and smashed it head-on with a gust of wind. He immediately hit the opponent's forehead, hitting the poor worm with a head burst, his eyes burst out, and his brain splashed, and he immediately died.

In just a blink of an eye, the sword light and sword shadow remained in the eyes of other Tukan barbarian soldiers, but the souls of two companions had left their bodies...

Such amazing and efficient killing methods have gradually overwhelmed their desire for credit. For the time being, no one dared to act rashly until the sudden arrival of a bigger-named big man.

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"It's good to be the famous Admiral Perry. He was the legendary adventurer who subdued a pirate ship alone and conquered this island country with three thousand people... Ahem, it really surprised me to be able to hold on to this point."

A string of crisp applause broke the unbearable silence. Admiral Perry looked up and saw a thin old man in black robe separated the Tukan soldiers who were blocking the door of the temple and walked towards him slowly.

"...Hmph, you don't seem to be an ordinary person who can speak so leisurely on such occasions. Can you tell me your name first?"

At the first glance of the old man, the admiral couldn't help but ring the alarm bell in his heart. This is a dangerous guy.

Although his ability to perceive power as a magician has failed due to the chaos and collapse of the magic network, his keen intuition he has cultivated from decades of military career still made the Admiral realize at the first time that under the seemingly weak and haggard appearance of this old man in black robe, there are mostly overwhelming force hidden in his terrible power that is terrible.

Even if you just stand there with a smile, it is enough to make people feel astonished

The other party obviously didn't care about him, and was still coughing repeatedly while chatting.

"...Tsk tsk, I actually used the priceless top-quality gold wand as a hard hammer for the dog-headed guy to smash people casually... It's a good work, generous enough, but don't you think it's too wasteful? Ahem, it's just a waste of things."

“…Your Excellency doesn’t seem to be a common name yet.”

Admiral Perry said in a deep voice with a serious expression, but at the same time, he quietly took a few steps back with difficulty, trying to distance himself from the old man.

As if he had seen through his harsh and weak appearance, the old man in black robe looked up at him with a smile, "...Oh? I didn't expect that the Admiral hadn't recognized me yet? Ahem, this news is too unfamiliar. My name is Samust, so I don't need to say more about the rest."

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ps: Time is in a hurry, and this chapter still cannot be concluded. I can only talk about it in the next chapter. In the past two days, the laboratories have been doing a lot of things. Several masters have exploded four hydrogen reactors in a row, smashed countless test tube beakers, and the circuit is burned once, but the project still has no progress, and even work overtime in the evening and weekends... The content of this chapter is still coded by the laboratory computer.
Chapter completed!