Lord of All Gods

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1259 Passionate

At the beginning of the battle, both sides immediately spread out their forces and charged towards each other.

The devil cultivator team was organized into groups of nine, advancing in a fan-shaped formation towards the enemy.

Qin Peng’s elite soldiers, on the other hand, dispersed entirely, each fighting individually. They collectively formed a cone-shaped assault, advancing towards their opponents.

However, the soldiers maintained a certain distance from each other. If one encountered an enemy, they could quickly reinforce using the speed advantage of their feral beasts.

"This battle primarily tests individual strength. If it were based on formations, it would be a different story." Qin Peng discussed this with Ye Liuyun.

"Yes, after this, we can practice formations with the Corpse Demons," Ye Liuyun agreed. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Both of them felt a sense of tension as their respective teams approached each other.

After all, these soldiers were cultivated by them, and now half of them might end up perishing at the hands of their own people.

Although it was cruel, those who couldn’t keep up in terms of strength would have to be eliminated. Otherwise, they would die on the battlefield, which would ultimately affect the unit’s performance.

Before long, the vanguard forces of both sides made contact.

Soon after, the battle unfolded in full force, with clashes erupting everywhere.

Every martial practitioner fought fiercely, none retreating.

This determination pleased both Ye Liuyun and Qin Peng.

As for the devil cultivators, thanks to Ye Liuyun’s Jiuyou Song, they were fearless. The ordinary soldiers, however, were the true heroes.

"It seems your training methods are quite effective!" Ye Liuyun praised Qin Peng.

"Haha, I wouldn’t have become a commander for nothing!" Qin Peng laughed.

Watching everyone engaged in the battle, they couldn’t help but feel their blood boil. Their emotions were running high.

"How many casualties so far?" Ye Liuyun asked Qin Peng periodically.

"Only twenty percent!" Qin Peng replied.

"These soldiers are truly remarkable! They fight with everything they’ve got," Ye Liuyun marveled.

He noticed someone was already injured but still persevering.

"There’s no choice. War is this cruel! Either you die, or I perish! Without going through the trials of life and death, we can’t foster iron-willed soldiers!" Qin Peng said calmly.

Soldiers needed this kind of ordeal to cultivate a killer instinct.

Certain teams, simply by their presence, could intimidate the enemy. Before the battle even started, they would have won half the fight. That’s the essence of it.

But Ye Liuyun still felt a pang of sorrow.

"If we could create more puppets, perhaps we wouldn’t have to sacrifice so many lives."

He suddenly thought that maybe they could manufacture high-level puppets to deal with the foreign race.

"It would be great if we could make those kinds of puppets. But right now, even making shields is a challenge. Creating such complex puppets is simply impossible in the time we have!" Qin Peng sighed.

Ye Liuyun nodded. "Indeed, it might be impossible now, but we can create them for future use!"

With that, Ye Liuyun took out his Sound Transmission Talisman and contacted Zhuge Feiyu, sharing his thoughts.

Zhuge Feiyu found Ye Liuyun’s idea feasible.

"Then let’s do it. I’ll go find out what the highest realm achievable is. It only makes sense for those puppets to be meaningful if they can handle martial practitioners of the Sacred Majesty realm," Zhuge Feiyu replied.

Ye Liuyun knew Zhuge Feiyu was considering their defense against the Great Hsia Dynasty, preventing the dynasty from attacking them.

They needed to prepare their trump cards in advance.

Soon, the battle in the secret region reached its climax.

Both sides had completely scattered, chasing and fighting each other. The secret realm was now a battlefield.

Qin Peng was monitoring the number of casualties.

"Almost there!" He reminded Ye Liuyun. It was time to end the fight.

"Dong!"

The toll of the Death Bell resounded in the secret realm once more, causing everyone to momentarily lose focus.

Some who were being chased finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Those who had witnessed their comrades being killed and sought revenge could only reluctantly put away their weapons and stop fighting.

With the toll of the bell, they were no longer enemies but allies.

The injured immediately began healing in their positions.

Those who were not injured were taking care of the wounded.

Ye Liuyun and Qin Peng didn’t rush them to assemble. Instead, they helped everywhere, treating the wounded and distributing healing pills.

It wasn’t until everyone had finished healing and was able to move that the teams gathered together.

After tallying the casualty ratio, the devil cultivators’ team had a slight advantage.

The other team, which usually relied too much on feral beasts in battles, had seen a decline in individual combat abilities. When facing formidable opponents, they tended to suffer some losses.

However, through this battle, they had identified their shortcomings, making the sacrifices worthwhile in the end.

“Let’s rest up and prepare for the next training session. We will reconfigure our battle formations and then engage in practical combat against the Corpse Demons!"

As soon as the intense battle ended, Qin Peng announced the next combat objective.

His training sessions were always relentless, leaving no room for soldiers to catch their breath.

Because on the battlefield, the enemy wouldn’t give their opponents a chance to rest either. This continuous training rhythm was meant to prepare the soldiers for such relentless combat situations.

When these soldiers returned to the barracks, covered in blood, their fellow soldiers stared in disbelief.

They had gone in perfectly fine, but they came out with half their comrades missing. They wondered what they had been through.

They found it strange but didn’t dare to inquire.

The elite squads kept their training routines tightly sealed, and any questions asked were met with silence.

However, the soldiers in these squads started talking among themselves.

"I’m glad I didn’t join one of those teams. Otherwise, we’d be trained to death!" one soldier sympathetically remarked.

"With your strength? They would never pick you!" Another soldier jeered.

"Yeah, with your abilities, you probably won’t last three days inside!" Added another soldier.

They had seen the strength of these elite soldiers in the battle. They often tackled the toughest challenges and played a significant role in critical moments.

The other soldiers admired and respected them, mixed with a tinge of envy. It was a form of reverence and aspiration towards the strong.

Seeing so many of them die in just one training session, the other soldiers couldn’t help but feel pity for them.

Yet, deep down, they understood that the harsher the training, the stronger these soldiers would become.

The next day, after a night of recuperation, the two squads regrouped and entered the secret realm once again.