Absolute Destiny Game-Chapter 1201 - 40: Bloody Battle in Canglin, Immortal Fate Decided
Kill—!
For the Nine States—!
Awoo—!
The deafening roar, the clanging of metal, the dull sound of blades tearing through flesh, the wails of the dying, and the frenzied screeches of demons...
All these sounds mingled together, frantically weaving, clashing, and rising on this chosen colossal battlefield, ultimately composing a cruel yet majestic death symphony nourished with life and blood.
Xiao Jie stood on a cloud, side by side with three Immortals, looking down over the entire battlefield from on high. In his vision, the dense formation of the Alliance Army below and the writhing demon army, like two torrents of completely different nature yet both containing destructive power, fiercely clashed together in the most primitive and violent manner!
What a breathtaking spectacle it was! As far as the eye could see, the tide of steel and the tide of flesh collided violently, the battle line twisting and deforming like a near-death giant serpent.
Each surge and retreat of the tide left behind not poetry, but shocking crimson marks and countless shattered bodies.
The soldiers of the Alliance Army formed dense Gun Formation, like a moving forest of steel, long spears like trees, thrusting forward with all their might, each collective shout accompanied by the piercing screams of demons.
The demons, relying on their twisted forms and furious Strength, surged against the human lines like black waves crashing against rocks, disregarding casualties as they attacked repeatedly, their claws and blades glinting in the sunlight, accompanied by showers of warm blood. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Horses fell with shrieks, Cavalry perished in the Charge, infantry were torn apart in hand-to-hand combat, and more successors stepped over their comrades’ corpses without hesitation, filling in the gaps in the lines, continuing this merciless attrition.
The sky was shrouded in dust and the glow of Spells, and the earth trembled under countless footsteps and heavy pressure. This was not a hero’s Epic but a massive, precise, and incredibly cruel war machine efficiently grinding life to dust, every moment a life perished, every moment the earth was stained red with blood, forming a grand painting filled with violent aesthetics and deep tragic colors.
"Alas, what a fierce spectacle." Lin Xuance looked down at the battlefield below, like a millstone of flesh and blood, even with a mindset cultivated over a thousand years, he couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh. The life disappearing each moment made his Dao Heart ripple slightly.
"In today’s battle, who knows how many loyal and brave warriors will fall shrouded in horsehide, dyeing the yellow sands with blood, their souls returning to the heavens and earth." Su Zhiqing also sighed softly in response, a hint of reluctance and pity in her eyes. Although accustomed to storms, she still found it hard to remain completely calm in the face of such large-scale slaughter.
Only Wu Qingyue, watching the intense battle below, not only felt no sorrow but was somewhat eager to join in, his bloodlust seemingly boiling within him. "I say, fellow Daoists, are we really just going to watch without stirring our bones? Watching these youngsters kill, my hands are really getting a bit itchy!"
Lin Xuance shook his head, his tone calm as always: "Fellow Wu, be patient. Our primary duty here is to guard against the ’Demon Star Tower Master,’ who has yet to show themselves. This scourge is the true threat and must not be allowed to take advantage. Do not worry too much about the battle below, I see the Alliance Army soldiers are brave and fearless, and those ’returnees’ are equally unafraid of death, each displaying their Divine Skills, the situation is gradually becoming clear, victory is inevitable."
The situation did indeed develop as Lin Xuance anticipated. The Alliance Army’s strength, once consolidated and supplemented, was already enough to confront the demon army head-on, now with the addition of tens of thousands of players with diverse abilities and endless tactics, the scales of victory quickly began to tilt in favor of the Alliance Army.
Although the players did not possess the unwavering discipline and fearlessness of the NPC army, they each had their strengths, with flexible and varied tactics, often achieving miraculous effects in the melee.
Some with superb Martial Arts and flashy moves hid behind the NPC army’s cover, seizing the right moment to suddenly advance, bursting out with a set of magnificent secret technique combos, taking down several elite demons before withdrawing immediately, expertly embodying the essence of "one hit and retreat."
Some with masterful archery skills, steadily hiding at a safe distance behind the lines, unleashed arrows relentlessly at the wounded demons in the demonic ranks, carrying out efficient and deadly long-range Harvest.
Even more remarkable were those who transformed into "Rich Warriors," throwing all kinds of expensive talismans, gunpowder jars, and kerosene pots into the crowded demon areas as if they cost nothing, bombarding out zones of fire and explosion with Gold Coins.
And those Masters of Magic, at this moment, were even more elated. They stood safely at the rear of the great army, unrestrainedly pouring out area-damage Spells. In an instant, the battlefield rumbled with thunder, gales howled, ground fire spread, frost extended... various elemental forces wove into a net of destruction, annihilating demons in swathes.
Under this efficient tactical coordination of players and NPC soldiers, the demon army’s vanguard soon began to falter, their lines continually torn and shattered, forced to retreat.
However, the demons also had numerous elite troops and bizarre, strange Demon Art and superpower.
Swarms of ’Filth Spreaders,’ like giant, bloated rotting spheres filled with pustules floating in the air, moved slowly, continuously spewing thick green plague gas from the pores around them, creating vast deathly fog zones within the Alliance Army.
