Chapter 1514
Northern Barbarian Bone God!
Chapter 1514 Northern Barbarian Bones - Bone God!
The situation on the field was becoming increasingly critical.
Taking advantage of Huyan Ping's setback, the Kheshig army surged forward like a tide, their curved swords aimed at cutting hands and feet, and their short axes at vital points. The Japanese army's defenses crumbled step by step, and soldiers fell one by one, their corpses piling up in the streets and alleys, almost blocking the roads.
A young Japanese soldier, his eyes bloodshot from witnessing his comrade's gruesome death, charged toward the Mongol soldiers with a burning log in his arms. However, he was struck by Huyan Guduhou's mace, which shattered the log instantly. The soldier's body was also shattered into pieces by the shockwave, and blood and sparks mingled and splattered, like a tragic and beautiful firework display of death.
"General! The defenses are about to break! We must retreat!"
A soldier rushed to Hu Yanping's side and shouted anxiously.
"Retreat? Retreat to where? Behind us are the people of Yuzhou! Even if we die today, we will die here!"
Hu Yanping shook his head, wiped the blood from his face, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
He gripped his double whips and charged into the enemy ranks again, but after only two steps, he was entangled by three Kheshig soldiers, whose scimitars stabbed at his vitals like venomous snakes.
Just at this critical moment of life and death, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the end of North Street, carrying a powerful momentum that instantly overwhelmed the sounds of fighting on the battlefield.
Everyone instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw a golden figure riding a magnificent exotic dragon horse, galloping towards them like an arrow released from a bow. The golden armor gleamed brightly in the sunlight, and a faint golden-blue aura surrounded him. Wherever he passed, Mongol soldiers fell to the ground like leaves swept by a whirlwind.
Who is that?
Huyan Guduhou frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
Hu Yanping was also stunned. He looked at the familiar golden figure and a surge of hope suddenly welled up in his heart—was that the color of the flag of the Qianzhou reinforcements? Was it the god-like being in his memory?
Yinglong's exotic dragon horse galloped at an astonishing speed, its hooves clattering on the bluestone slabs with a rapid "clatter-clatter-clatter" sound. Each time it landed, it shook the surrounding Mongol soldiers so much that they lost their footing.
The spear in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and golden-blue qi flowed slowly along the shaft, like a lurking dragon.
"It's in the way."
Yinglong's gaze swept over the soldiers entangled in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly. He gently squeezed his legs against the horse's flanks, and the exotic dragon-horse understood, accelerating rapidly and charging towards the enemy formation.
Upon seeing this, the Mongol soldiers along the way brandished their scimitars and short axes and rushed forward, trying to block his path. However, in front of Yinglong, these soldiers were as fragile as ants.
Yinglong lightly swung his spear, and golden-blue qi erupted instantly, transforming into a crescent-shaped wave of energy that swept forward.
Wherever the shockwave passed, many Mongol soldiers fell with screams, their weapons shattered, their bodies torn apart by the force of the shockwave, blood and limbs flying everywhere, instantly clearing a path through the streets and alleys.
This seemingly casual strike contained the terrifying power of extreme internal energy; it was a perfect combination of strength and speed, without any fancy moves!
Huyan Guduhou's pupils shrank sharply. He could feel the terrifying pressure contained in that wave of energy. It was a power far beyond his comprehension, several times stronger than any of the fierce grassland generals he had ever seen.
A strong sense of unease welled up within him, but his pride as a former Xiongnu general prevented him from backing down.
"Where did this brat come from! How dare he be so insolent before me!"
He roared, brandishing his black iron mace, and led a dozen elite Kheshig soldiers towards Yinglong.
"Ding! Huyan Guduhou's skill Bone God has been activated!"
Bone God: Savage bones fight a hundred battles to pacify the northern desert, beast bone armor withstands the northern winds. This skill is the exclusive divine skill of Huyan Guduhou, the great general of the Xiongnu!
Effect 1: Bone God Descends, instantly increases own attack power by 8 during battle. Effect 2: Bone-Eating Crack, additionally suppresses all enemy generals' attack power by 1 point; if an enemy general has previously killed a grassland person, further suppresses their attack power by 1 point, and the attack is accompanied by the "Bite" effect, sealing one of their core skills' first-level effects for 1 turn.
Effect 3: Beast Bone Armor. Wearing a black iron beast bone armor, the user's attack power is increased by 3 points during combat (this effect can be activated twice), and the user is immune to all negative effects such as "armor penetration" and "crippling". If the attack received comes from a general whose base attack power is lower than the user's, the beast bone armor can reflect 1 point of attack power suppression effect back to the attacker.
Effect 4: Northern Barbarian Roar. A deafening roar is emitted in the language of the Xiongnu barbarians, triggering "Northern Barbarian Roar": The morale of all enemy generals decreases, their attack power decreases by 1, and they cannot activate "Inspire Morale" type skills; if there are cavalry on your side, their attack power increases by 1, and their charge speed is increased.
Effect 5: Impervious to all attacks, immune to all negative effects from the enemy!
Currently, Huyan Guduhou's base combat strength is 107. His weapon, the Xuan Tie Bone Mace, grants him +1 combat strength. When the skill Bone God is activated, his combat strength increases by +8 upon activation of the first effect and by +3 upon activation of the third effect.
The current martial prowess of Marquis Huyan Gudu has risen to 119!
Yinglong looked at Huyan Guduhou charging towards him without any fluctuation in his eyes. He slightly raised the spear in his hand, and the golden-blue qi condensed into a sharp spear light, which he thrust towards the black iron mace.
"clang--!"
A deafening roar, the sound of metal clashing, echoed through the streets and alleys like a thunderclap.
Huyan Guduhou felt a tremendous force coming from the mace, and his arm was instantly numb from the shock. The black iron mace almost flew out of his hand.
He stared at Yinglong in disbelief, his heart filled with horror—his black iron mace had accompanied him in battle for decades, slaying countless powerful enemies, but today, in front of this young man, it was as fragile as paper.
Yinglong's arm remained motionless, and golden-blue qi flowed continuously into the spear shaft, suppressing Huyan Guduhou's bluish-black qi.
"A Xiongnu general? Nothing special!"
He looked at the cold light emanating from Huyan's mace, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Before he finished speaking, Yinglong twisted his wrist, and the spear coiled around the black iron mace like a serpent. Golden and blue qi erupted instantly, spreading upwards along the mace, trying to disintegrate Huyan Guduhou's qi.
Huyan Guduhou was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated his internal energy to resist, but his internal energy was like a river flowing into the sea in front of Yinglong, completely vulnerable.
At this moment, he felt his internal energy becoming increasingly chaotic, the numbness and tingling in his arms becoming more intense, and the weight of the Xuan Tie mace seemed to increase several times in an instant, making it difficult for him to hold.
"Impossible! How can you be so strong? How could two people this strong appear in such a short time!"
Huyan Guduhou roared, his eyes filled with resentment. The opponent's strength had exceeded his comprehension.
His scarred old face was twisted like a demon, his turbid eyes blazing with a dying madness, and the enemy heads hanging on his shoulder armor collided violently, making a dull thud.
Feeling his internal energy receding like the tide, and being suppressed by Yinglong's powerful golden-blue aura, the former Xiongnu general bit his tongue hard. A dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, down his neck, and seeped into the gaps in his chest armor.
(End of this chapter)