Free Web NovelSeeing Shen Baiwei fall from the horse, Lu Yibei immediately pulled the reins, and after the warhorse slowed down, she flipped over and jumped off.
At this moment, her gaze inadvertently swept over Zhu Sanming and Li Tieniu, and she frowned slightly.
Their gazes wandered back and forth between her, Shen Baiwei, and the still unseen direction of Yumen Pass, their eyes filled with hesitation.
From their eyes, Lu Yibei saw what they were thinking: they were worried that the “two Miss Shen” would drag them down, ultimately preventing them from delivering the two iron boxes completely to their destination.
Actually, their feelings were understandable. This kind of thing was like hiring a proxy player to help with "love and magical girls," only for the proxy player to have a physical problem halfway through, unable to complete the task on time and missing an important event.
Isn't it normal for them to want to shout, "RNM, give me my money back!"?
“Give us an incense stick’s worth of time...” Lu Yibei said expressionlessly, “Don’t worry! Since we promised your General to escort those two boxes back to Yumen Pass, we won’t break our word.”
After a pause, she added, “Besides, the Shaman King’s army was able to ambush your comrades earlier, so they can also arrive at Yumen Pass earlier. At this moment, Yumen City Pass is probably already surrounded. Without us, you won’t be able to get the items in.”
After hearing Lu Yibei’s words, Li Tieniu and Zhu Sanming exchanged glances, nodded slightly, dismounted, and stood still at a distance, holding their reins.
Seeing that she had successfully persuaded the two, Lu Yibei slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
She was glad that they were two reasonable youths; otherwise, she might have lost control of her increasingly strong killing desire, and under the guidance of the tempting whispers in her ears, struck them down.
She had indeed promised Dragon Xiang to escort them for a while, but she never said the place she was sending them to had to be Yumen Pass!
Sending them "on their way," from a certain perspective, could also be considered sending them on a journey, right?
At worst, after sending them on their way, she would just send those two iron boxes back to Yumen Pass.
Lu Yibei gently shook her head, restraining the restless dark thoughts in her heart, composed herself, and rushed to Shen Baiwei’s side in a few steps.
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While muttering to herself, she gently called out twice, “Shen Baiwei? Are you still alive, Shen Baiwei? If you don’t get up, I’ll take out your little notebook and read it aloud to everyone, okay? You wouldn’t want what you wrote about those big shots in your notebook to be known by others, would you?”
After waiting for a moment, Shen Baiwei still showed no reaction.
No reaction to that means she must really be unconscious... Lu Yibei thought, then bent down and helped Shen Baiwei sit up, leaning against her. However, just as she helped Shen Baiwei up and before she could check her condition, a strong premonition flashed through her mind.
【It bared its fangs at you】
As the premonition flashed, an intense burning pain surged into Lu Yibei's eyes without warning. After a familiar blurring of vision, a suffocating scene appeared before her.
She saw Shen Baiwei; to be precise, it was that strange snake, countless “Shen Baiwei” piled together, pieced together, its body like a small mountain.
On its massive head, composed of hundreds of human heads, strands of long hair intertwined and hung down. Thousands of eyes flickered with a faint glow in the gaps between the hair, and within its wide-open, gaping maw were countless ribs, densely packed and sharp fangs.
So close, Lu Yibei could even hear the sound of mucus dripping between the fangs and smell the overwhelming stench.
However, seeing such a terrifying sight, what surged in her heart was not fear, but anticipation, anticipating the strange snake bringing her unprecedented pain, and a joy that only arose when seeing something long-awaited.
It was as if she had seen White Little Flower herself, wanting nothing more than to rush up and give her a hug, or a passionate kiss.
But where to kiss?
Should she taste the lips of every “Shen Baiwei”?
In that case... it wouldn’t be bad, actually.
As increasingly twisted thoughts and emotions surged in her mind, Lu Yibei gradually succumbed, when a searing, heart-wrenching pain suddenly erupted in her palm, forcefully interrupting her thoughts.
It was not ordinary pain, but a soul-piercing, decaying and withering agony, which did not bring pleasure to her or any Demoness Seed.
The pain that Demoness Seed enjoyed came from wails and blood, not from aging and decay.
Looking down, strands of constantly wriggling, messy black lines had, at some point, spread from Shen Baiwei’s body to hers, like insects smelling blood, rapidly climbing and cutting along her fingertips and palms, as if to tear open flesh and burrow into her body.
Seeing this, Lu Yibei was startled, and without thinking, she let go, allowing Shen Baiwei's body to hit the ground again.
The moment she let go, the messy black lines brushed past her forearm, instantly leaving a dense array of tiny wounds.
Deep enough to see bone!
Watching the crimson blood beads slowly seep out from beneath her fair skin, staining her hands, she couldn't help but lick her lips, swallowed with difficulty, and her breathing became uncontrollably heavy.
Lu Yibei, “...”
I'm done for. I'm actually craving my own blood now. I must be going crazy.
And Shen Baiwei... how did that strange snake, which only appears when she loads a save, chase her all the way here?
Did it sense that Shen Baiwei was about to die and was ready to merge with her?
Lu Yibei thought with her temporarily clear mind, then looked up at Li Tieniu and Zhu Er Ming in the distance, her eyes full of sympathy.
Traveling with her and Shen Baiwei was truly difficult for these two youths, who only wanted to return their comrades' tokens to Yumen Pass.
She wasn't sure when she would "go crazy" or when Shen Baiwei would suddenly die, but she knew that if either of them had a problem, Li Tieniu and Zhu Er Ming would be the first to die.
The next moment, Shen Baiwei’s eyelids twitched twice, then she suddenly opened her eyes.
Perhaps it was the pain of her head hitting a stone, or perhaps when Lu Yibei touched her body, some of those messy black lines transferred to Lu Yibei, sharing some of her pain... In any case, after being unconscious for about five minutes, she suddenly woke up.
“Let’s go! I’m fine now.” After looking at Lu Yibei for two seconds, Shen Baiwei said.
“Are you sure? Playing the hero isn’t always a good thing; it might even make things worse in the end!”
“Sure.” Shen Baiwei nodded.
“Alright.” Lu Yibei also nodded, then, enduring the pain of her hands constantly being cut by the messy black lines, she helped Shen Baiwei up and walked towards the warhorse not far away.
Just as they reached the warhorse, both suddenly stopped in unison, almost simultaneously turning their heads to look behind them.
There was a chaotic sky and vast Gobi Desert, seemingly nothing, yet there seemed to be something that the naked eye couldn't capture, without fixed form, chaotic and disordered, transmitting some incomprehensible message to them in a way that defied normal understanding.
It seemed to be a warning, yet also an urgent Urge, and carried a hint of joy... Various hidden and intense emotions, like vividly colored blocks, were brutally mixed together.
Upon even a slight touch, thoughts became tainted with madness, and the already near-uncontrollable authority grew even more restless.
After a few seconds of silence, Lu Yibei looked at Shen Baiwei, then at Li Tieniu and Zhu Er Ming in the distance, and said expressionlessly, “You, and you all, are you interested in trying something very new?”
“Something very new? What is it?” Shen Baiwei looked puzzled.
As her voice fell, the roar of an engine sounded in her ears. A dilapidated large truck materialized from nothingness beside Lu Yibei, gradually taking shape under her gaze.
For a moment, as if hallucinating, she seemed to see a cruel and manic smile on Lu Yibei’s face, a smile worthy of her alias “Bloody Demoness,” but it was fleeting.
“Did you... just smile?” Shen Baiwei asked weakly.
“How could I?” Lu Yibei looked at Shen Baiwei, her face returning to its usual cold stiffness. “I have facial paralysis, you should know that!”
After speaking, she gently brushed a strand of silver hair from her temple, then turned and opened the driver’s side door of the large truck.
“Come on, get in, I’ll take you for a spin!”
Shen Baiwei, “...”
Did I misinterpret it?
Is it possible that the current Disaster is actually more dangerous than me?
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Upon witnessing the Long Xiang Army stationed in the Gobi Desert being attacked prematurely, Lu Yibei speculated that other places, including Yumen Pass, would likely suffer a similar fate.
And just as she had expected, the Shaman King’s army, which was originally thought to arrive outside Yumen Pass during the Chou hour, had arrived nearly two hours earlier, around the Hai hour and three quarters, and was already at the city gates.
Although the defending army inside Yumen Pass had long prepared for battle, most of those remaining in Yumen Pass were young and inexperienced in combat. Facing a sudden appearance of enemies several, even dozens, of times their number, they couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.
“Quick, quick, quick! All Psychic, go to the foot crossbows!”
“Spearmen?! Spearmen, follow me!”
“Is the fire oil not ready yet? Then transport more falling rocks and rolling logs up the city wall, hold them off for now!”
“...”
On the southern city wall of Yumen Pass, people swarmed.
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Countless footsteps, roars, complex and noisy.
Standing on the city wall, Dragon Tang gripped the saber at his waist tightly with his right hand, looking around blankly, his brows furrowed.
At this moment, countless Longxiang Army Armored Soldier, similar in age to him or bearing injuries, ran back and forth.
Some, cradling longbows and arrows haphazardly stuck in quivers, scurried around like headless flies.
Others stumbled their way up the city wall, only halfway there when the falling rocks and rolling logs they carried on their shoulders dropped, bouncing down the stone steps and nearly injuring their comrades.
Some, with anxious expressions, were next to the foot crossbows in the arrow tower, spending a large amount of Spiritual Energy, fumbling for a long time, failing several times in a row, before finally succeeding in making the Spell on the foot crossbow glow.
Both above and below the city wall, it was a scene of chaos.
They had done similar training before, and could even be said to have mastered it, but they were too young and did not yet know how to control their inner fear on the battlefield.
What kind of formation is a battlefield with tens of thousands of people?
A unified roar would shake the heavens, a single charge would make the earth tremble, and a round of rocket volleys would seem to ignite the sky.
Ordinary people seeing such a sight would probably be scared out of their wits; those young Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, being able to stand on the city wall and complete their tasks imperfectly, could already be considered well-trained and commendable for their courage.
But...
Is this enough? Dragon Tang thought.
Ever since he joined the Long Xiang Army, he had only commanded small-scale battles of less than two hundred people at most. Facing such a sight, besides being nervous, his mind was almost blank.
The task given to him in the brocade pouch Dragon Xiang left him was to lead dozens of Psychic Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers to cover the actions of the other Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, and to timely lead the defenders on the city wall to retreat to the rear when Dragon Xiang returned to Yumen Pass.
However, he still wanted to do more.
Anything that could help protect Yumen Pass!
However, numerous matters of varying urgency and importance were intertwined like a tangled mess, making it impossible for him to sort them out or know where to start.
What he was good at was charging into the enemy lines according to his brother's orders, fighting and killing in a bloodbath, but facing an enemy several, or even more than ten times, their number, actively going out of the city to meet them was no different from courting death.
Dragon Tang, “......”
Was this the kind of battle his brother used to face?
How did his brother manage to be so comprehensive in such circumstances?
Damn it! Is the gap between me and my brother really that big? Dragon Tang thought.
Just as he was bewildered and helpless, a hand gently rested on his shoulder, and then a familiar voice sounded in his ear.
“Dragon Commandant, no matter how talented a person is, he cannot take care of every part of the battlefield. General is no exception. You don't need to worry; just act according to the plan. As for the rest...we old guys are here!”
Dragon Tang turned his head and saw Old Qin’s honest and simple smile. Then, following the direction pointed by Old Qin’s only remaining arm, his pupils trembled slightly.
He saw that the more than twenty injured veteran soldiers who had broken through the Gobi Desert and escaped with Old Qin had, at some point, appeared in various parts of the southern city wall. Under their guidance, the chaos was visibly becoming orderly.
——————
In just over ten breaths, the originally disorganized archers scattered across the city wall completed their formation under the guidance of a limping strong man and a one-eyed middle-aged man.
“Draw your bows!”
“Fire!”
With an order, hundreds of strong bows were drawn in unison, the bowstrings emitted crisp hums, and then arrows rained down. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
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“Hey, hey! Kid, that’s not how you lift it. You can’t just use your wrist; you need to use your whole arm and the strength from your waist, understand? Your waist! Push your waist forward, use force, think about when you go to Daimu Courtyard to find those Misses!”
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“Come on, Grandpa will shout a chant for you...”
Saying that, he cleared his throat and let out a powerful sound imbued with Spiritual Energy. The young Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers instantly felt as if they had gained a hundred catties of strength, and their spirits were invigorated.
......
Next to the stone steps leading to the city wall, a man with a scarred face, despite having no arms, seemed to be exceptionally skilled in the techniques of using his arms and even his entire body. As long as he gave a little guidance to the young Long Xiang Army soldiers who were moving rolling stones and logs, he immediately increased their efficiency.
Inside the arrow tower, a tall, thin man, with his eyes covered by a cloth strip, merely used the bamboo cane in his hand to accurately tap several key mechanisms of the foot crossbow, calmly uttering a few words, “Light touch for two breaths, heavy strike once, slow press for five breaths...”
The young Long Xiang Army soldier next to him paused for two seconds after hearing this, then immediately followed the tall, thin man's instructions, concentrating Spiritual Energy at his fingertips and lightly touching, heavily striking, and slowly pressing into several mechanisms on the foot crossbow. The next moment, the foot crossbow emitted a low hum like a dragon's roar, and all the runes glowed.
......
In the corner of the city wall, more than ten young Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers huddled behind cover, trembling with their backs against the city wall.
They were the spearmen responsible for defending the city wall, and they had closer contact with the enemy than anyone else, facing death almost every moment, so they were more afraid than anyone else.
Just as they hesitated to advance against the enemy, they saw a fat man with a face full of burn scars and a ferocious expression walk over and immediately shouted at them.
“Are you very afraid? Think carefully, for more than a year, we have lived in constant fear, and who is to blame for that? Isn’t it those bastards outside?”
“You, Gui Xiangrong, I remember your Sister was taken by the Tuowolile Tribe, wasn’t she? You, Qian Xingzu, you haven't forgotten how your father died, have you? And you...”
The fat man seemed to remember everyone’s name and understood everyone’s past, recounting them one by one. Every word touched the softest yet strongest part of those young Long Xiang Army soldiers’ hearts.
“Don’t you want to repay blood with blood, and a tooth for a tooth? Your fear is understandable, but what you should fear more are those bastards outside. They don’t want us to live well, so we should make them die!”
As the fat man spoke, he pointed to himself, then to the group of young Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers, and finally to the depths of Yumen City Pass, “As long as those bastards are not eliminated for a single day, we, you, and they will not have a good life!” freewebnovel.cσ๓
“......”
Thus, amidst the fat man’s roars, among those young people trembling with fear, finally, the first person, then the second, the third... gripped their long spears.
They were going to take revenge, to bring fear to the enemy!
And there was the old man, wrapped in an apron like a cook but also wearing armor, rushing between several cast iron cauldrons, constantly using Spiritual Energy to fuel the flames at the bottom of the cauldrons, and the pale-faced man below the city wall, single-handedly mixing potions, and...
More than twenty old and disabled soldiers were scattered throughout the city wall, using their own methods to help those inexperienced young people with the experience they had accumulated in countless life-and-death struggles, as if the dying embers were emitting their last warmth, reigniting a new blaze.
Thus, Yumen Pass, this giant beast that “devours life,” awakened, revealing its ferocity to its enemies!
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“Boom—!”
The huge stones thrown by the trebuchets in the distance whistled, engulfed in flames, tearing through the sky. They had just flown above the city wall and had not yet fallen when the solidified Spells, cast in bronze and engraved with Spells, embedded in the city wall, burst forth with strong light. Then, with a sweep of the arc light, a heaven-shattering roar erupted.
Occasionally, scalding gravel fell, injuring the archers and spearmen on the city wall. They would immediately be carried away by their comrades, and then newcomers would immediately fill their vacancies, advancing wave after wave, like a precisely operating, high-speed machine.
“Kill—!”
Amidst deafening shouts, the tide-like Shaman King's army, facing overwhelming arrows and occasional Spiritual Energy streaks falling like meteors, fearlessly approached Yumen Pass despite casualties, rushing to the base of the city wall and placing ladders against the towering walls.
Dense masses of death warriors, holding round shields and scimitars, climbed up the ladders like madmen. With the Spiritual Energy blessing bestowed by the Shaman King, their speed was astonishing.
The Long Xiang Army spearmen on the city wall repeatedly pierced the climbing death warriors with their spears. Logs that a single person could embrace rolled down from the top of the wall, and hundreds of catties of falling stones rained down. The Shaman King's death warriors fell one after another, but soon, more death warriors climbed up one after another.
The Longxiang Army Armored Soldiers suffered continuous casualties, but whenever someone was injured and fell, they would immediately be sent down the city wall to the pale-faced man who was mixing potions. After their injuries were treated in a very short time, they would re-ascend the city wall.
On the city wall, dozens of Psychic led by Dragon Tang moved back and forth, covering the spearmen and archers, changing formation and moving according to the enemy's movements.
Occasionally, death warriors of considerable strength would break through the spearmen's defense and reach the city wall, where they would immediately be attacked en masse and killed on the spot with the fastest speed.
“The lamp oil is boiling!”
Suddenly, a loud shout came from somewhere, and then the five cast iron cauldrons standing on the city wall, emitting thick smoke, simultaneously tilted with a roar, emitting a high-pitched hum like a great bell.
The boiling oil in the cauldrons poured down with terrifying high temperatures, instantly turning the area below the city wall into a sea of fire.
In the sea of fire, figures writhed and struggled like insects, screams rose and fell, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh permeated the air, making it nauseating.
Death seemed to become a meaningless number. In less than half an hour, the area below the southern city wall of Yumen Pass was piled with bodies, layer upon layer, covering the ground. A rough glance would estimate the number to be several thousands.
Looking at that scene, Old Qin smiled at Dragon Tang and said, “Hey, Dragon Commandant, General left us old guys in the city not for us to live in cowardly comfort.”
He paused, then murmured meaningfully, “We are just old and crippled, not dead...”
As he spoke, his cloudy eyes seemed to clear for a moment, and resolute and passionate light flickered in the depths of his pupils.
