Chapter 667: A Battle Which Crowns Legends (2/2)
Bang!
Thousand Ice Slash exploded in the midst of a group of Viper Dragoons and froze most of them where they stood. Burning Blade Slash soon followed, and three blades of fiery sword energy soon smashed into the hapless snake riders, causing terrifying damage numbers to pop up above their heads.
14902!
18929!
24283!
It was clear that my attack power was too high for them to overcome. In fact, the most damage one of these Viper Dragoons had dealt me was 4000. Meanwhile, I was hitting them back for four to five times the damage. Though this was mainly because of the 200% Attack buff that Martial God gave me.
As for Candlelight Shadow, his Encourage VII and his Tactics stat, which was over 400, gave him an Attack buff that was higher than 100%. However, it was still a far cry from my Famous General Skill.
A bloody battle raged around the Phantom Wolf King as its claws danced in the air. The Viper Dragoons that were unfortunate enough to be its victims let out miserable wails as they dropped to the ground. A party of one man, one clone, and one wolf was wreaking such utter havoc inside the enemy lines that all the Viper Dragoons unconsciously recoiled back from them in shock and terror.
The Cyan Tiger Cavalry continued to relentlessly charge in from behind me. The battle had lasted so long that the durability of our equipment was reaching critical levels. Our weapons were nicked and chipped all over, but not a single person was willing to retreat. Everyone still continued charging forward relentlessly because we all knew that many legends would be birthed from this battle between Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls and Candle Dragon. The one who emerged the victor would be crowned the new Martial God of China!
What were our lives worth in the face of such grandiose dreams?!
……
Blood had pooled around our feet as countless brave cavalrymen continued to fall. Their bodies soon turned unrecognizable as the battle raged on around their bodies. Potions and equipment had piled up in stacks, but no one from Candle Dragon or Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls even bothered to pick them up. If someone gave in to the temptation and broke ranks to pick up equipment, the entire formations would crumble and lead to defeat. Both guilds had far too much discipline to do such a thing.
The slaughter went on for nearly an hour and all of the arrow towers near the eastern wall had been destroyed as well. Everyone could feel that the battle between both cavalry troops would soon reach a resolution as well.
“Huff, huff, huff…”
Gui Guzi roughly gasped for air and it looked as if his Rainbow had been bathed in a river of blood.
My eyes were calm and composed as I sat astride my Armored Ice Qilin Horse. The Cyan Netherworld Sword dipped low, fresh blood slowly trickled down the groove of its blade. The blood-colored Soul Suppressing Cloak seemed even redder than usual and even my black armor was turning the color of blood.
The white battle robes of He Yi, Heaven’s Rain, and Diamond Dust had also been stained crimson, but they barely even noticed it. Everyone’s eyes were filled with grim determination. We all knew that we needed to strike a telling blow against Candle Dragon right here and now. If not, all of our effort would go to waste.
“Charge!”
Upon hearing my fierce command, the ragged remnants of the Cyan Tiger Cavalry charged forward once more. I waved a hand in the air and resummoned my double and the Phantom Wolf King. Much to our enemy’s dismay, they immediately used Purple Dragon Howl and Purgatory Storm again. Purple Dragon Howl was once again the star of the show as it mercilessly ravaged the enemy riders.
Thud, thud, thud...
Three magic knights fell to the ground one after the other and all of them had these words floating above their shoulders. “Thirty-six Heavenly Spirits”!
……
The muscles on Candlelight Shadow’s face spasmed as he roared in furious discontent, “Fuck you! Lu Chen, you shameless bastard! He actually… actually used such a despicable strategy! Fuck!”
Tempest Shadow gasped for breath. “Of the Thirty-six Heavenly Spirits… only six remain. This battle has taken a terrible toll on us. Is this… it for us?”
Tempest Shadow’s words sent a shudder through Candlelight Shadow’s body. His expression turned even more sinister as he grimly grasped the Blade of Scarlet Flames.
Blue Sky Scar immediately yelled at Tempest Shadow, “Stop spouting nonsense, you dumbass! What do you mean by ‘Is this it for us’? Take a good long look at our forces! We still have 2000 fierce Viper Dragoons left! Now take a good look at Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls! They… they don’t even have 1500 Cyan Tiger Cavalrymen. Both sides have acquitted themselves well and neither guild has been able to gain an advantage over the other…”
Tempest Shadow replied, “But…”
“But what!? Just shut up and continue fighting!”
“Alright!”
……
Both sides clashed yet again, using their own blood to chronicle this terrible, legendary battle.