With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 630 - 554: The Tiger Demon Falls, the Chameleon Dragon Monk, and What Is the True Grand Harvest?
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It looked creepy, but when it came to great nourishment, he became interested...
Turning around to fight in another area, assisting Liao Yuan and Liao Qing in killing the Great Demon that resembled a pangolin.
Currently, no fifth Great Demon had appeared on the battlefield.
None of them idled, instead splitting up once again to enter the demon tide and begin the final sweep.
Before they separated, Meng Chuan solemnly advised the four monks:
"Stay alert, although the Celestial Demon’s main force is defeated, it’s not certain that other Great Demons or Chi Li won’t emerge from the shadows to launch a sneak attack."
"Understood."
"Donor Meng, you be careful as well."
All four monks were national talents; although they might not match Meng Chuan’s stamina, they were not ordinary people.
They reserved some strength to guard against the Great Demons that might still lurk in the shadows.
Then they slaughtered the remaining Celestial Demons, advancing like a meat grinder.
...
Time slowly passed.
Under the dark red canopy, slaughter was everywhere, and corpses lay scattered all around.
The sound of clashing gold and iron on the battlefield gradually diminished, and the frequency at which the archers in the rear released arrows slowed.
The Celestial Demon Alliance Army, killed and dispersed, no longer gathered in oppressive masses.
Meng Chuan and a few others led several officers separately.
Charging at the forefront, paving the way for the following military formations.
The iron torrent roared past, leaving behind heaps of Celestial Demon corpses.
Meng Chuan fought fervently, with the Kidney Pill whirling inside him, still brimming with energy.
He looked up; his vision pierced through the distant fiery and dark brown hues with nothing to obstruct it.
Redirecting his gaze, he observed the nearby surroundings.
The number of Celestial Demons dwindled, leaving only a small portion still putting up a desperate resistance.
The blade fell with a stroke, and the three-bladed edge of the Fist Blade bloomed like a sword flower.
The small-sized lava demon lunging at his face suddenly froze.
Then it slowly collapsed, melting into a bubbling pool of boiling pus.
This lava demon was among the most numerous of the insubstantial, void-type Celestial Demons within the Celestial Demon Alliance Army.
It was also the troublesome demon that Meng Chuan and his group prioritized killing to protect the rear military formation.
Without being able to wield their willpower, ordinary Martial Artist soldiers found it difficult to harm such demons.
Meanwhile, Meng Chuan waved away the splattering lava fragments.
The shouting and killing in his ear gradually weakened.
Though the Defense Army was few in number compared to the numerous Celestial Demons,
but with the support of the battle formation and the top-tier strength of Meng Chuan and the four, they gradually stabilized their hold, suffering fewer casualties.
Whoosh—
Surveying the surroundings again, he exhaled a breath heavy with the scent of iron rust.
The momentum was set!
The gathered state of the Celestial Demon group was thoroughly shattered.
With a quick scan, the remaining number of Celestial Demons was scant.
He turned to look back at the Defense Army, feeling much of his initial joy erode away.
The casualty rate had reached nearly a quarter...
Currently, the number of Defense Army personnel was around just over eight hundred.
Nearly two hundred men lay in battle gear, forever closing their eyes in this foreign demon nest.
His adjutant beside him sensed the hidden sigh in Meng Chuan’s mind and patted him on the shoulder, offering consolation:
"Captain Meng, dying on the battlefield is a soldier’s destiny, and exterminating Celestial Demons is also a soldier’s duty; there’s no need to think this way.
If not for you all, even if the entire military formation were wiped out, it wouldn’t have withstood this ambush by the combined wave of Celestial Demons."
Meng Chuan’s display of divine bravery wasn’t just seen by him but by all the soldiers.
Enough to warrant the term "God of War."
Meng Chuan nodded, swallowed the military Qi Replenishing Pill held between his teeth, and said no more.
In the end, this was also the choice of everyone in the Defense Army.
They could have stayed outside to be safer.
Awaits them until the five of them complete the national mission, then they can sweep the remaining demon nest forces with General Shi Cheng, much more safely.
But to earn merit, they must risk their lives!
He looked at the weary yet determined Defense Army soldiers, thinking:
"These people chose to follow us into danger, essentially to fight for a future.
In chaotic times, military achievements are most valued; if they achieve feats in this battle, they may bring glory to their descendants or gain a wealth of Martial Arts resources.
Compared to the subsequent orderly cleaning of the outskirts, this desperate act aligns more with the bloodlust of a Martial Artist.
In this world, ordinary Martial Artists make up the vast majority; those who can enjoy state-allocated resources are few.
But whether ordinary people or talents, when faced with great conflicts,
Only those who lick blood from the blade can carve out a path to the heavens.
The old saying has always proven true since ancient times:
Life and death are fated.
Wealth and honor are in the heavens.
...
The skirmish had lasted nearly two hours.
The vibrations from the battlefield led by the other four monks were also diminishing.
Meng Chuan estimated that the battles of Liao Chen and others were gradually coming to an end too.
Although humans fought with fewer numbers, the overwhelming top-tier strength ultimately left no suspense in this protracted war.
The Celestial Demons suffered a great defeat!
No chance of turning around.
Looking around, all those standing were humans.
The victory also belonged to humans.
"We won..."
Meng Chuan eased his spirit, sitting down to rest as he waited for the return of Liao Chen and the others.
The rich, unbreaking scent of blood at the tip of his nose constantly stimulated his spirit.
The originally active forehead veins on his brow could now finally relax.
First and foremost, fighting until now.
Even with Meng Chuan’s astounding stamina, he felt somewhat mentally fatigued too.
Maintaining a magnetic field drained spiritual power especially.
That’s why he hadn’t released the Dragon Monk, reserving it for contingencies.
Now idle, he must properly adjust his breath and recover a bit.
The three officers who led the charge with him had long since sat on the ground, exhausted.
During the earlier fighting, everyone only had one life; no one dared to let their mind wander and relax.
