Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1037 - 819: To Drink Wine, and to Quench Thirst with Enemy Blood (Monthly Ticket Bonus 24)

Chapter 1037: Chapter 819: To Drink Wine, and to Quench Thirst with Enemy Blood (Monthly Ticket Bonus 24)

In the dozen breaths after Jiang Dali’s voice reached the command center, on the Three Kingdoms Battlefield.

The motley army of players from the Black Wind Village and the Eight Desolate Disciples, formed by the Song State, fearlessly launched an attack against the siege line jointly held by the Jin and Liao countries in the night.

Wang Xun led the army to threaten with pressure, flanking from both wings and shooting rockets for cover.

Thousands of fire arrows tore through the night sky, letting out heart-stopping shrieks. In the midst of this, over a thousand beautiful, resplendent, firework-like red gleams streaked across more than twenty yards in the air towards the encampments of the Jin and Liao countries not far away.

Immediately, numerous tents caught fire and started burning.

Even though the soldiers of the Jin and Liao countries were well prepared and suffered no significant casualties, they were still stirred into waves of chaos by the impending battle, rippling through the camps of both armies.

By the time a large number of Black Wind Village players and Eight Desolate Disciples had killed their way within fifty yards of the enemy camp, three rounds of thousands of fire arrows had already been shot, causing the camps of both armies to be engulfed in flames and smoke to billow into the sky.

Many players from the Jin and Liao countries, mixed among their soldiers, watched in fear as the Black Wind Village Chief, riding a tall horse and surrounded by his men, appeared on the front lines of the battlefield.

Once again, the Black Wind Village Chief led his army personally into battle. If such a supreme martial artist managed to break into their camp, swinging ten-yard saber qi, the entire army would retreat. Who could stop him?

Despite the widespread belief that no matter how strong a martial arts expert from the martial world was, once trapped in a battlefield formation, they were like lambs to the slaughter, their personal martial prowess ultimately limited, and could be worn out by sheer numbers.

But if it were the Black Wind Village Chief, a master of the invincible Cross Training Divine Skill and proficient in Absorption Skill, unafraid of group battles, using massed troops and human wave tactics might really be ineffective against him.

As in the old story of Ancient Swordsman Yue Girl Aqing breaking the three thousand strong Yue army with just a tree branch, it illustrates the terror of such powerful individuals.

At this moment, Tie Niu used the Bone Shrinking Skill to forcibly increase his height by two feet. Wearing the broader Village Chief’s Set of Black Wind, cloaked in a Black Cloak, riding a tall horse, with a large saber wrapped in cloth strapped to his back, he appeared cold and confident, surrounded by the Black Wind Village Guard, Water King, and Fire King in the phalanx.

He watched as many of the Mountain Village brothers and Eight Desolate Disciples around him, driven by excitement, fearlessly charged toward the enemy camp. Although his heart was filled with soaring heroics and adrenaline, he actually felt quite uneasy.

At this moment, he felt both thrilled and constantly anxious about being taken out by an enemy expert suddenly appearing out of nowhere, even afraid to let any stray arrows or weapons hit him, to avoid exposing his blood bar.

After all, it would be one thing to be killed by an enemy expert, but if he died too quickly, not only would it ruin the Village Chief’s plans, it would also tarnish the invincible image of the Village Chief, making him feel uneasy at heart.

Thus, while following the army to charge into the enemy camp, seeing how all the Black Wind Village players or Eight Desolate Disciples around him had this mysterious confidence of being fearless with him by their side, Tie Niu inwardly panicked, but outwardly still feigned the usual mighty and confident demeanor of the Village Chief, surveying with a wolfish eye like an eagle, his gaze calm and stern, as if looking down on everyone, dominating the scene.

This stance indeed was intimidating, just standing there unmoving made no one dare approach, even scaring them to back off three steps.

On the enemy battlefield, whether commanders or martial arts experts implanted among the troops, upon seeing his mighty figure sitting grandly on horseback, all felt a chill and were fraught with unease, only retreating without daring to advance rashly, truly fleeing at the mere sight of him.

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Time returns to before Jiang Dali’s voice reached the command center.

Martial Venerate Bi Xuan and others, almost at the moment Jiang Dali’s words had just fallen, were struck by awe and swiftly darted out of the great hall.

At the same time, thousands of Great Liao warriors guarding the place also emerged from all corners, donned in armor with fierce killing intent, closing in, yet found that they couldn’t locate the figure of the speaker anywhere.

Bi Xuan and more than a dozen Heavenly Experts sensed something and uniformly turned their heads to look above the towering great hall.

They saw the starlit sky, brilliantly clear, against the backdrop of the nocturnal firmament.

A most powerful figure suddenly leapt high from the rear, descending from the sky, landing atop the hall, sitting cross-legged on the roof tiles, his eyes cold and sharp. The slightly longer handle of a saber protruded from his strong and muscular shoulder, and under the starlight, the handle faintly emitted a crimson glow, rendering the scene exceedingly eerie.

Almost simultaneously, the sky in the southwest battlefield direction was rent by thousands of fire arrows, tracing out over a thousand beautiful, dazzling lights resembling fireworks, reflecting across half of this person’s chiseled face, making him appear like a cold, imposing bronze statue.

"Black Wind Village Chief!!"

Everyone felt a chill rise in their hearts. No matter how unconvinced they were before or doubted whether this person was truly as formidable as rumored, at this moment, involuntarily trembled in awe.

Simply for the fact that he dared to come here alone, fully aware that a dozen-plus Heavenly People and thousands of Great Liao warriors were defending the place, yet he still dared to show himself and utter such wild words.

This kind of arrogance, this kind of confidence, is the strongest proof of formidable strength.

"What? Does everyone seem to be unwelcome to this village chief?"

Without seeing Jiang Dali on the roof exerting effort in elevating his voice, his calm words leisurely drifted into the multiple courtyards of the heavily fortified headquarters, seemingly eager to draw everyone’s attention, the more the better, instantly causing a ripple-like commotion.

The whole headquarters, even the city outside the headquarters, was suddenly in an uproar, everyone astonished, all stirred by this sudden voice.

Arrogant!

Extremely arrogant!

Utterly disregarding everyone else!

At this moment, everyone no longer had the time to wonder why such a fierce figure had suddenly descended into the city, not supposed to be still on the battlefield, but must be in chaos in their hearts.

Martial Venerate Bi Xuan snorted coldly, his voice resonating in the surrounding people’s ears, making them buzz.

He stood out proudly, with a leisurely and carefree demeanor, but his whole body exuded an indescribably ominous and commanding aura, his eyes sparkling like lightning as he looked at Jiang Dali, "The Champion King of the Song State, with a body worth ten thousand gold, actually personally visited here in the deep night, truly making this headquarters flourish and shine. Let me, Bi Xuan, assume the role and invite the Champion King for a cup of hot tea on behalf of Marshal Adal."

As this sentence was spoken, it immediately resonated across the area, breaking the intimidating atmosphere Jiang Dali had created, and also awakened everyone around, even Marshal Adal was shocked all over, took a step forward without any fear, and laughed loudly.

"Just now I was saying I had no fate to meet the renowned Champion King of the Song State, but now I’ve met! How could I not recognize good intentions? Champion King, please come in for tea!"

Jiang Dali gave a cold and arrogant smile, and said lightly, "Tea is not as good as wine, and wine is not as good as the blood of the enemy. This village chief came tonight to drink wine, more to drink the enemy’s blood, everyone better be careful."

As his words ceased, the atmosphere immediately tensed up again, and his meditative body suddenly shifted sideways, the black cloak behind him wildly flapping in the wind, his robust figure slowly descended from the air like a ghostly figure, emitting a series of low, intimidating dragon roars between his muscles and bones.

All the gathered Great Liao warriors eyed this massively-built man as he slowly descended from the air, seemingly like a demon king descending into the world.

Only to see the opponent’s short hair standing like steel needles, with a thick neck and broad shoulders, his bulging muscles on his thickly built arms around the chest looked as if forged from iron rods, possessing astonishing strength, with a crimson broad saber across his back, his gaze like an invincible lion, displaying a demeanor that did not place many experts present in his eyes.

Previously, they were just looking up at their opponent on the roof.

Now as the opponent descended, everyone was still looking up at this burly man taller than anyone present, their gaze not daring to move, everyone sucking in a cold breath at such strong and dominant momentum.

"Creak!"

The two large doors of the headquarters slowly opened wide.

Marshal Adal, Martial Venerate Bi Xuan, and the others all looking grave, closely scrutinizing Jiang Dali directly, retreating step by step inside with their muscles tense, gathering True Qi inside, forming a formation, like facing a formidable enemy.

"Aren’t you all getting the wine ready?"

Jiang Dali walked into the entrance with strides resembling those of a relaxed stroll, as if without any defense.

Behind, thousands of Great Liao warriors immediately followed, instead appearing like a welcoming escort, flowing together in layers upon layers.

Instantly creating a situation like iron tongs wrapping the headquarters inside and out in three layers, even the steps were crowded, impenetrable.

Thousands of cautious eyes simultaneously staring at the figure striding confidently into the hall.

Inside the hall, Martial Venerate Bi Xuan, Three Light Evil Woman, Master of White Camel Mountain Ouyang Lie, Life-taking Double Rings West Wind Bloodshed, Ghost Gun Shangguan Yunhe, Mind Control Demoness Feng Cangyue, and many other heavenly experts had the Marshal guarded inside, vigilantly watching the approaching Jiang Dali, ready to simultaneously engage in a deadly battle at any moment...

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