714 Long Live Her Majesty (2/2)

Master Huang Yang had once traveled with a group of merchants deep in the Western Wilderness. On the way, they ran into a Horse Gang. Except for him, all his companions were slaughtered. The blood splashed on him, and he felt it burning him like fire.

That was his moment of enlightenment.

His approach to enlightenment was the Fire of Blood and Fury.

The blood of dead Tang soldiers had soaked the muddy grassland before Helan City. Master Huang Yang quit easing his fire of fury with buddha dharma, and the fury had turned into Buddhist Fire.

Wherever the fire passed by, the water evaporated. Thus the mushy mud turned as tough as bricks.

The grassland was dried up in unbelievable speed, and at last, it became solid.

General Han Qing roared when he saw the changes taking place. He held his podao high up and pressed the horse's belly with his leg. With hundreds of Tang cavalry soldiers following, he rushed out of Helan City, and into the camp of the Golden Palace. There were still thousands of armored cavalries of Tang waiting in the mountain gap for the command to charge.

The Northern Army had been trapped in Helan City by the heavy rain at first, and then they were sieged by grassland barbarians. However, when they picked their podaos and mounted their horses again, their military spirit had instantly returned.

The hooves were thundering. The Tang cavalry was charging overwhelmingly.

Han Qing divided the cavalries into three groups, each of them charging at a carriage protected by grassland cavalries. Han Qing himself rushed towards the south with his subordinates.

The carriage in the south had been captured by the Empress. It might seem meaningless to charge over there. But the carriage meant a lot to Han Qing now.

Because the Empress was still there, and she was being attacked by the grassland cavalries.

He no longer cared about whether the Empress was from the Devil's Doctrine. He simply had in his mind that he had vowed to serve the Emperor, and Her Majesty was the love of His Majesty, and he would never let Her Majesty get hurt on his watch.

The Empress' escape route had been blocked by grassland cavalries coming forward.

She had not cultivated the scriptures of the Devil's Doctrine since she married the Emperor. As the former Saintess of Diabolism, the Qi stored inside her could bail her out temporarily, but not for long.

Her two small and fair fists were waving like two mountains, punching all cavalry soldiers off their horses. They kept falling with horses neighing, some of them died of bone-breaking, and others flew far backwards.

Only the real grassland powerhouses could resist for a while.

Yet the Empress wasn't satisfied. She looked toward the luxurious carriage deep in the camp. There, an old man who was frowning at the cold breath of the Wilderness.

All their efforts would end up in vain if she failed to kill the Nation Master of the Golden Palace, or to force the army to draw back.

The Empress waved her right hand. A cavalry soldier with a cutlass in hand was hit, being thrown into the air. Then the Empress walked towards the carriage quickly. She looked calm, with a slight smile on her face.

The old man dressed in ordinary clothes was the Nation Master of the Golder Palace, who had lived in seclusion for many years.

The old man had already known that the Empress was coming for him. He wasn't in panic but instead, he curled his lips and smiled mysteriously just like she did.

Then he reached out for the curtain hat on his back. He put the curtain hat on, which covered his face.

And when the curtain hat was lifted, his face turned dark and withered.

Nobody noticed that the Nation Master was becoming older, more than ever, his body thinning down at an unbelievable speed.

Yet his eyes remained shimmering, peaceful and quiet as ever.

He watched as the Empress approached.

When they looked into each other's eyes, the queen suddenly felt as if she were falling into an abyss. She immediately paled and moaned, trying to suppress the waves in her sense of perception and moved forward.

But at this point, she was feeling too weak to continue approaching.

The Nation Master finally took off his red curtain hat. He smiled as he saw how the Empress was once more trapped in the crowd. He then worried no more about what was happening in the south. He nodded to the two High Priests near the city wall, telling them to go on.

The two High Priests sped their enchantments. Their skinny fingers kept clicking on the metal disks faster and faster like beating drums. The bone necklaces around their necks were shining brighter and brighter.

The blood on the Buddha Beads on the ground was fading.

Master Huang Yang, who was standing on the city wall, suddenly spit out blood and paled.

His Buddha Fire had been extinguished by the two High Priests and the Nation Master, and he suffered from internal injuries.

When the essential blood on the Buddha Beads finally disappeared, the grassland quickly changed again from solid ground into mushy marshland.

The Tang cavalries had noticed the change, but they had no other choice except to charge forward, because they would be crushed by those behind them if they stopped abruptly; that would be much more fatal than sinking in the mud.

They had no other choice but to charge. Hopefully, they could reach the enemy's camp before the terrain became impassable. But they also knew that this was barely possible.

It looked as if the breakthrough was going to fail again, at the cost of the Empress and the elite cavalries' lives. However, something unexpected was happening outside the battlefield.

Ten more grassland cavalries rolled off their war-horses in succession with their hands covering their throats.

And in their hands, they clutched on tightly to arrows dripping with blood.