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Chapter 1203 - 325 Learning from the Boss’s Good Example_2
Chapter 1203: Chapter 325 Learning from the Boss’s Good Example_2
"Yangkele, lead all the Difeng Giants in a charge! All the gods of the Summer Palace Warriors, rid us of those wielding scimitars forged from rare metals, leave none alive! I enjoy decorating my bedroom with collected weapons. I hope you will indulge me!" Liu Zhenhan sat on the ground, waving his hand at his warriors.
Gortani, sitting on the iron cross creature’s saddle, lowered her face shield and was about to charge out when an old rogue shouted with a stern face, "Silver Knight, your duty is to protect the ritual!"
Guoguo laughed heartily beside her.
All the Mulanese warriors atop the ancient city walls were fortunate to witness a textbook paradigm of a massacre. Twenty giants in a row, each holding a ten-meter-long log, charged toward the ancient city gate, and simultaneously hurled their logs. The massive logs whipped through the air and crashed against the ant-headed deity statue with a thunderous bang. The many Mulanese warriors originally caught in the middle disappeared, leaving only splattered flesh and thick, splashing blood.
Led by four fearsome Beamon warriors, nearly two hundred swift and agile figures leaped over the heads of Piegel’s warriors, swinging their huge logs down in a flurry. The first among them, wrapped in a brilliant arc of knife light, swept open a brilliant, neon-like blood rain; instantly, the air saturated with a thick scent of blood.
My God! The nine best knife masters from the Mulan king’s tent, split into two by this Beamon knife master with just one stroke! How long is his knife! How fast is his knife!
"Whoever tries to compete with me will face my wrath!" Fat Luo shook his hands, and droplets of blood from his two mercury long blades dripped down the blade tips, seeping into the sand.
With a step forward, nearly twenty Mulan Mojie retreated hesitantly. Those impossibly sharp long blades, glittering with reflecting light, were so vicious that even thick blood couldn’t obscure their ferocity!
The ant-headed deity statue, slightly moved aside, was just revealing a camel’s head when Fat Luo split both the figure and the camel into two halves.
The knife masters from the Mulan king’s tent rallied their remaining courage, charging madly forward. They had no room to retreat; the santan reeds whipping behind them instantly shattered several once-vibrant bodies!
The terrible brilliance of the blade light flickered again!
Whale Warrior Figo, not partaking in a battle that didn’t require his involvement, targeted the Mulanese warriors on the city tower instead. With his towering height over six meters, the huge log in his hands seemed as light as a sprout. Everywhere he swung, figures plummeted from the city tower like raindrops; some warriors struck at this giant with a triple whale whisker with their clubs, igniting his wild nature even further. The stairway became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the number one warrior from Seia transformed into a woman furiously chasing rats with a broom!
The ant-headed deity statue was moved, not by Mulanese, but by Feilengcui warriors!
The gate tunnel, previously crowded with Mulan Cavalry, was suddenly stormed by Beamon warriors wielding clubs; their charge dazed the cavalry as if a blow of autumn wind knocked down wild grass, and the riders on their saddles were flung like weights and heavily smashed against the stone walls, their brains and bloodstained limbs turning the short twenty-yard stretch into a bizarre slaughterhouse—now it wasn’t a matter of knife skills, but of the most primitive smashing! Compared to these battle-hardened Feilengcui warriors, the Mulan Imperial Guards greatly lacked such experience and were no better than children wielding confectionery!
After this group of Beamon warriors smashed through a corridor, this horrific tableau was vividly displayed to all the Mulanese standing in the open field!
Imperial Guard Commander Golemuhamedi, with his bulging ox eyes, could hardly believe what was unfolding before him.
Mihai! That was the bravest Camel Knight, Mihai! His eyes were burst by a golden-haired Beamon warrior! Dear Lord! That floating black fluff must surely be a piece of his skull!
Teyimulian! That falling from the city tower was Teyimulian! How did the strongest Camel person come to this? Why is his humped back missing? Why does his body look like a dried leaf? His face?
And those two giants rolling incessantly on the ground—who are they? Why do the Camel Knights falter like collapsing weak shrimp before them? By Moni... they are actually lifting camels!
And those giants even larger than the Camel Knights! Who are these damnable Beamons! Imperial Guard Commander Golemuhamedi groaned in despair; these giants were at least five to six meters tall, and the strong Camel Knights before them seemed like clowns riding sheep, their large clubs resembling whole trees! Not even the Stone Man could withstand such a blow! This kind of weapon was meant only as a battering ram!
"Enough! Retreat!" O’Neal, wielding his Star-tailed turtle shell shield, knocked a Mulan Cavalry and his camel down, shattering his spine with a club, then roared to the surrounding Feilengcui warriors.
"I’ll play some more!" The little giant, Iverson, brandishing a log vastly disproportionate to his size, said, "You all retreat first!"
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