novelhk Chapter 670 A Deadly Bombing That Indiscriminately ...volves Friend or Fo
Chapter 670 A Deadly Bombing That Indiscriminately ...volves Friend or Fo
Without a second thought, Ye Yang immediately channeled his zombie spiritual power, reinforcing the sword in his hand, which was imbued with Alaya consciousness.
"cut!"
With her lips slightly parted, a clear and cold shout instantly pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.
A golden streak, powerful enough to cleave the sky, roared out from the sword of Alaya consciousness, heading straight for the cannonball above the clouds.
So fast was the sword energy that it collided violently with the cannonball in mid-air before the cannonball even landed.
Both time and space seemed to be forcibly torn apart at this moment by the ribbon that Ye Yang casually waved.
The shell was also split in two and eerily remained suspended in mid-air.
Just as Ye Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief and prepared to sheath his sword and continue watching the battle, a sudden change occurred.
"Wait, something's not right..."
The nerves that had relaxed after the threat was cut off tightened again in the next second.
A chill ran down his spine and into his heart. Ye Yang suddenly looked up at the sky.
She keenly detected a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation from the shell, which seemed to originate from a chosen technique.
His act of cutting off the shell played right into the enemy's hands.
"Scatter! All troops, scatter!"
Ye Yang shouted almost instinctively, but only Xuan Yuan and a few imperial commanders heard her voice.
An explosion came from mid-air without any warning, and the shell that had been split in two broke apart again, turning into shrapnel that rained down from the sky.
Those shrapnel fragments contained terrifying power; each one was comparable to a standard cannonball.
As they fell, they left trails of pale flames, like a deadly meteor shower, covering the entire block below.
Xuan Yuan's figure solidified in mid-air. She formed hand seals, and countless ink marks emerged from the void.
These ink marks are not static lines, but come alive, darting and intertwining wildly like serpents.
In the blink of an eye, countless ink marks painted a grand and three-dimensional ink painting of mountains and rivers across the entire street.
The bold strokes outline the majestic mountains, while the light strokes depict the rushing rivers. These are not illusory projections, but rather a substantial defense imbued with the spiritual power of the Xuan Yuan Zombie.
When the first wave of shrapnel struck the landscape painting, it produced a deafening impact.
Those shrapnel fragments, comparable to those of a complete artillery shell, were forcibly swallowed or deflected by the seemingly soft ink marks at the moment of impact.
The violent impact caused rocks to crack, river water to surge, and ink to splatter down, yet the mountain remained standing, intercepting most of the shrapnel.
However, time was too short, and Xuan Yuan was unable to quickly deploy a larger defense. In addition, there were too many shrapnel projectiles, which kept attacking one after another, causing the lone judge to turn pale.
She gritted her teeth and released more zombie spiritual power, but as more and more shrapnel fell, many of them still broke through the barrier of the Mountain and River Map.
Fortunately, Xuan Yuan's actions bought the other imperial commanders a few precious seconds.
They each took action, solely to minimize the losses on the empire's side.
Dark Iron blew his bone whistle, urging the low-level zombies to scatter in all directions. He then sent out a spiritual transmission, notifying all the Steel Vanguard to disperse and find cover.
He then channeled his zombie spiritual power, casting an invincible iron curtain on himself while simultaneously downing a bottle of spiritual power replenishment.
The next second, Dark Iron, now invincible, exerted force with both legs and leaped into the air.
He pushed his speed to the limit, using his tough body to face the falling shrapnel head-on.
Gargantuar's current location is not far from the chariot that Night's Center is riding in.
He immediately turned around, strode towards his commander-in-chief, and used his massive body to block the chariot.
Raise both arms in a defensive stance, releasing the power of the zombie spirit to form a protective barrier.
The other giant zombies followed suit, acting as human shields for the approaching Imperial soldiers.
If we're talking about the most adept and capable imperial leader, it has to be Ingram, known as the Black Reaper.
He channeled his zombie spiritual power and unleashed his third chosen technique, "Death's Swift Step".
After acquiring this chosen skill, the user can consume their own zombie spirit power to enter the "Death's Step" state.
During the duration of Death's Step, the user's zombie spirit power will be continuously consumed, resulting in a 100% increase in movement speed.
At the same time, the user will be immune to all physical attacks, and their speed will continue to increase as they run until it reaches 150% of normal.
Ingram's figure blurred instantly, turning into a dark afterimage that darted back and forth across the battlefield.
The rebel soldiers of the Freedom Army were also fleeing and hiding, since these shrapnel bullets could not distinguish between friend and foe.
Using his incredible speed and seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos, Ingram wielded the spiritual blades in his arms, reaping the lives of the rebel soldiers like a grim reaper.
He specifically targeted officers, and each strike was accompanied by a burst of blood.
Within seconds, at least a dozen Freedom Army officers were killed in Ingram's attack.
The shrapnel fell to the ground, causing shrapnel to fall all over the neighborhood.
The hard asphalt road surface was shattered, towering buildings collapsed, and the deafening explosions echoed continuously, making the ground beneath our feet tremble.
Dust and smoke filled every corner of the neighborhood, burning flames licked at the ruins, and billowing black smoke darkened the daytime sky.
Wailing and screams rose and fell, coming from both the zombie spirits of the Empire and the plant spirits of the Federation rebels.
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After the first wave of bombardment ended, Gargantir's massive figure still stood before the chariot.
He stood with his back to the night, bearing several artillery wounds. Blood flowed from the neck of this war behemoth, staining Gargantuar's tattered clothes black.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
He turned to look at Ye Yang, his face showing a hint of naivety and concern.
"It's nothing, thank you for your hard work."
Ye Yang took a deep breath, his face grim, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes towards the instigator.
The person who fired that shell was undoubtedly a member of the Free Army.
The shell covered an extremely wide area, even reaching the Freedom Army forces.
Looking across the Freedom Armed Forces, perhaps only the former Federal Major General who orchestrated the defection of this Federal Army Group and subsequently gained command of it would commit such a cruel act.
He thought he could reduce his losses by cutting off the shells, but he didn't expect the opponent to use the characteristics of the Chosen One skill to turn it into a deadly trap that he couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
This was not only a tactical mistake, but also the price of underestimating the enemy's capabilities.
"Gargantua, notify the entire army to prepare for the second wave of bombing."
Ye Yang understood that at this crucial moment, chaos was unacceptable. If morale faltered, the Empire's losses would increase exponentially.
"As ordered, Your Highness."
Gargantar nodded slightly, then let out a loud roar, relaying Night's Central's order to every Imperial soldier present.
Not long after, the second wave of bombardment arrived as scheduled, with a total of sixteen more corn cob shells in addition to the still huge shell.