Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 149 - 134: The Scholar is Lifting His Brush

Chapter 149: Chapter 134: The Scholar is Lifting His Brush

The Great Wall of China, Longhuang Island, and the Sword Pavilion.

At these three critical choke points, war erupted at the exact same moment.

Beneath the Great Wall of China, the armies of the Human Race and the Demon Race clashed violently. Flesh and bone disintegrated in an instant, sending blood and shattered bone flying everywhere.

The regular army of Demon Suppression City was divided into three main branches.

The first was the Profound Armor Army, numbering five hundred thousand strong.

The soldiers of the Profound Armor Army were mostly Martial Cultivators, who already possessed exceptionally tough physiques. Outfitted in armor meticulously forged from heavy Profound Iron, they were unmatched on the battlefield, their movements wide and powerful.

They could advance alone or form small, three-person battle arrays with practiced coordination, protecting one another with a perfect balance of offense and defense.

The second branch was the White Snow Heavy Cavalry, numbering thirty thousand.

The warhorses ridden by the White Snow Heavy Cavalry were mostly descended from ancient Exotic Beasts, such as the Huan Shu, the Lu Shu, and the Qiong Qiong. Some even had the diluted blood of the Divine Beast Qilin flowing through their veins.

Both riders and mounts were clad head to toe in snow-white heavy armor. From a distance, they resembled a single, incomparably sharp white blade, carving across the battlefield. Wherever they passed, they easily tore one gap after another in the Demon Race’s battle lines.

Wherever their iron hooves trampled, the corpses of Demon Beasts were instantly turned to pulp. Any Demon Cultivators who tried to block their path were smashed into a fine mist of blood by the ferocious charge.

The third branch was the Ten Thousand Laws Department, with a force of three hundred thousand.

The Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Laws Department were normally responsible for maintaining the great Array of the Great Wall of China, which separated the two worlds. They were also tasked with duties such as refining Elixirs and forging Magical Artifacts.

During wartime, they cast spells from the rear, applying buffs to the Human Race forces, bombarding the demons, setting up Arrays, and healing near-death Human Race Cultivators.

With these three branches coordinating, the regular army of Demon Suppression City displayed terrifying combat prowess.

Moreover, every soldier in the army was resolved to fight to the death and never retreat.

No matter how many comrades fell around them, as long as the order to retreat had not been sounded, they would fight until their last drop of blood was shed and their last ounce of strength was spent.

In the initial phase of the war, the thunderous offensive of the Demon Suppression City army truly dealt a head-on blow to the Demon Race’s World, causing immense shock.

However, as the slaughter on the battlefield grew more brutal, the Demon Race’s World gradually gained the upper hand.

Although the Demon Race’s army was mostly a cobbled-together force from various sects and tribes, they were bloodthirsty by nature. The thicker the stench of blood on the battlefield, the more it ignited the innate ferocity and excitement in their bones.

Furthermore, the armies of the Demon Race’s World contained far more than just Demon Cultivators.

They also controlled vast numbers of non-sentient Demon Beasts.

Within the Demon Race, there existed an extremely "simple" belief—that beasts that had not yet gained sentience were not their own kind.

Therefore, the Demon Race unscrupulously drove these millions of Demon Beasts forward as cannon fodder. Even when the beasts suffered horrific casualties, their bodies piling up like mountains, the demons felt not a shred of remorse.

Moreover, under the extreme pressure of a life-or-death struggle, a small number of Demon Beasts would always manage to awaken their sentience in the midst of desperation.

To the Demon Race, if just one out of three hundred Demon Beasts successfully awakened its sentience and survived the battle, it was a massive gain.

Not to mention, these cannon-fodder Demon Beasts could continuously deplete the precious combat strength of the Cultivators from the World of Ten Thousand Laws.

BOOM!

With a thunderous crash, Butcher Wang’s figure shot up. His blood-soaked Pig Slaying Blade, carrying the weight of a thousand mountains, came crashing down on the head of a ferocious Saber-toothed Tiger Beast below.

In a flash of the blade, the massive beast’s body split in two. Scalding hot blood gushed out like a fountain.

Without even a moment to catch his breath, Butcher Wang spun around, flicking his Pig Slaying Blade in a backhand motion to precisely meet the attack of a Demon Cultivator ambushing him from behind.

The Pig Slaying Blade clashed violently with the broadsword in the Demon Cultivator’s hands, sending sparks flying. The massive recoil threw them both back more than twenty feet.

Immediately after, both of them shot forward again, charging and hacking at each other with no fear of death. The clang of their blades rang out across the area.

Elsewhere, the teahouse proprietress wore a cold expression. With a forceful motion of her hands, she dismantled the ancient abacus she held. The heavy, jet-black beads came rattling down.

However, just as the beads were about to hit the ground, they were caught by invisible threads of Spiritual Power and abruptly halted in mid-air. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Then, the beads transformed into lethal streaks of black light, shooting out at astonishing speeds toward the Demon Cultivators swarming her from all directions.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

In the blink of an eye, the heads of several Demon Cultivators and the Demon Beasts charging at the front were easily pierced by the beads, leaving gruesome, bloody holes.

A beggar from Wanyao City named Wu Daquan was currently brandishing an unremarkable dog-beating stick.

His movements seemed casual, yet the flurry of his staff’s shadow contained immense power.

With every swing of the stick, a Demon Cultivator would explode into a mist of blood.

Wu Daquan had once been a high-ranking and powerful Elder in a Major Sect.

But one day, while in secluded cultivation, he unfortunately suffered a qi deviation and descended into madness.

In that frenzy, he slaughtered many disciples of his own sect with his own hands.

Ultimately, the Sect Leader joined forces with several other Elders to subdue him.

Afterward, he was exiled to Demon Suppression City.

When he first arrived in Demon Suppression City, Wu Daquan was in a daze, spending his days lost and confused.

Until one day, a petite young woman with a crisp-sounding bell tied to her ankle found him.

The young woman looked at his vacant eyes and said coolly, "You don’t look like you’re good for much. Why don’t you just be a beggar? When the bell rings, go down from the city walls and kill demons. Any problem with that?"