Chapter 451

The battlefield for both sides was on the plain not far from the camp. There were no tricks, no sneak attacks, no ambushes, and no sudden strikes. Both sides lined up. Wu Pifu's side had about five hundred people: three hundred regular troops in formation and two hundred barbarians. The opposing side had about seven hundred: around four hundred humans and about three hundred goat-men. They looked like goats standing upright, about 1.5 to 1.6 meters tall. Their builds were not much different from humans, but they stood upright and carried weapons while wearing armor.

Once both armies were in formation, they did not immediately close in to attack. Instead, clergy wearing linen robes emerged from their respective ranks. Both sides had about a dozen of these priest-like figures arrive at the front lines. They knelt on the ground, forming a circle. Then, several men and women were dragged out from their respective camps. They struggled as they were dragged to the ground. Meanwhile, on the barbarian side, the dozen strongest Extraordinary-level barbarians began selecting people from the ranks. More than one Extraordinary barbarian cast their gaze toward Wu Pifu, but upon seeing the eight barbarians beside him, they shifted their eyes away and finally confirmed two of the oldest barbarians.

Wu Pifu watched as one of the Extraordinary barbarians walked over to the two with an axe. These two elderly barbarians did not resist, allowing themselves to be beheaded. People nearby then sent the heads and corpses into the circle of priests.

This scene made Wu Pifu narrow his eyes. At the same time, he saw the men and women dragged into the circle also being beheaded. Their corpses twitched under the priests' gaze. Looking across at the opposing side, there were similarly human and goat-man corpses among the clergy.

Fresh blood soaked the grass, and the corpses were stopping their twitching. Immediately after, two auras arrived out of thin air, and light flashed from mid-air. A giant bull with wings on its back and a giant goat-man about ten meters tall appeared in the air. Then, both landed at the sacrificial site. They both inhaled toward the corpses, and the blood and flesh of the corpses fell into their mouths. For a time, they chewed until bones and viscera were scattered all over the ground.

No one moved; only these two giant creatures were chewing on the remains in the field. As they chewed, white light emerged from their bodies. This white light was exactly the same as the white light cast by the priests, and the light emitted by both was nearly identical, with only the slightest difference. At the same time, these two beams of white light expanded, turning into a domain. They unfolded against each other, forming a mixed domain on this battlefield.

This time, Wu Pifu felt it clearly. This seemingly pure white light was indeed extraordinary energy, but it was not true, pure white light. It was extraordinary energy born after a certain degree of distortion of resentment, death energy, and some things Wu Pifu could not understand. Others might not notice, but whether it was his physical control or the Sleeping Spiritual Light on the spiritual level, he had an extremely keen sense for it.

In layman's terms, the domain unfolded by this white light was simply like a gas filled with the stench of rotting corpses expanding. Others did not notice, but Wu Pifu felt nauseated and uncomfortable.

However, this distorted extraordinary energy did indeed change from a negative to a certain positive attribute. Within this domain, everyone's strength, speed, and endurance were enhanced. At the same time, their attention was more focused, thoughts of bloodlust and killing began to arise in their hearts, and their senses regarding injury and death were dulling.

But this was definitely not a good thing. Wu Pifu instinctively felt that this thing was disgusting. If one were in contact with it for a long time, heaven knows what one would become—either the physical body would change, or the spirit would change.

But at this moment, he naturally could not make any other reaction. As the domain unfolded, the armies on both sides began to move. Except for the two behemoths standing in place, all personnel began to head toward the front lines.

Wu Pifu led the eight barbarians to follow in the rear part of the main force.

He had originally intended to kill a few more enemies to gain merit, but at this moment, he dismissed this thought. The situation with the two behemoths was somewhat evil; he did not want to have too deep a connection with such things.

From his perception, the two behemoths Wu Pifu sensed carried an aura similar to the Cain Fragments, only the aura was much thinner, the kind between life and a sublimation body. And the biggest difference from the Cain Fragments was that the aura of these two behemoths was very chaotic.

Although the Cain Fragments had components of subspace corrosion and replacement, their essence was quite pure: a mixture of battle, blood, and slaughter.

But the behemoths before his eyes were completely different. They were full of impurities, simply like a collection formed by stacking countless pieces of garbage and impurities. Such things should have been impossible to even exist. Countless conflicting and contradictory traits were mixed together. Wu Pifu could not even imagine what these two things actually were.

Were these the gods of this world? One was a Mado Winged God? One was a Goat-Head God?

No, rather than calling them gods similar to Cain, it would be better to call them a collection of distorted impurity concepts!

It was precisely based on this thought that Wu Pifu did not want to have anything to do with such things at all. He had an intuition that if he believed in or relied on such things, he would likely be doomed forever.

Wu Pifu led the eight barbarians to move forward in the rear of the team. In the front, both teams were in the divine domains of their respective gods, both having received enhancements and amplifications. At the same time, their desire to kill rose, and they got closer and closer to each other. Then, both began to charge. With the first round of collision, blood and death began to appear on the battlefield.

(Hmm? This is...)

In Wu Pifu's field of vision, from the lives that died in this divine domain, some kind of pitch-black substance emerged from their corpses. According to their different camps, these pitch-black substances gathered toward the two behemoths, eventually becoming a part of the two behemoths.

All these things, including the two behemoths carrying the aura of gods but composed of impurities, including the distortion of resentment and death energy into positive buffs, including the absorption of the black aura after death on the battlefield, etc. —all these were full of puzzles, and they also made Wu Pifu record all this in his mind.

Then, he and the eight barbarians also made contact with the enemy.

The goat-men rushed from the front and collided with the two hundred barbarians.

The strength and size of these goat-men were far inferior to the barbarians, but they were more numerous and slightly faster. Especially under the blessing of the divine domain, every one of these goat-men had red eyes and rushed up without fear of death, directly tearing the barbarian team apart. Under coordination, every barbarian seemed to be facing two or three goat-men at the same time. For a time, the number of deaths on both sides was actually equal.

More than a dozen goat-men rushed from in front of Wu Pifu. As the barbarians fought on their own, three goat-men rushed directly toward Wu Pifu, each hissing and waving weapons as they surged forward.

But before they could launch any attack on Wu Pifu's group, these three goat-men suddenly fell to the ground and trembled all over. Wu Pifu ignored them and said to the barbarians behind him: "Kill one each, and those who have killed shall guard the rear!"

The eight barbarians looked at the goat-men falling to the ground and trembling violently. Fear appeared in their eyes. At this time, they naturally dared not delay. Three of the barbarians raised their weapons and gave these three goat-men a quick end, then continued to guard the rear, following Wu Pifu all the way forward.

In no more than two or three minutes, the eight barbarians had each killed a goat-man, and they themselves were unharmed. Wu Pifu killed two goat-men, then stopped killing, instead leading the team to retreat slightly to the rear of the battlefield, becoming a pure freeloader on the battlefield.

The battle did not last long. When dusk fell, both sides tacitly withdrew their troops, then returned to their respective camps. Then, their respective logistics personnel collected the corpses and treated the wounded. Some personnel with minor injuries went to the fortress nodes in the rear by themselves.

Only then did the two gods dissipate from the spot, along with the divine domain that disgusted Wu Pifu.

Since this first battle, Wu Pifu had stayed on the front line with peace of mind, and his team had grown from eight to sixteen, including two Extraordinary barbarians who had wanted to cut off his head.

These Extraordinary barbarians were actually very weak. Their so-called extraordinary spiritual light only increased their speed and strength slightly, as well as their slight resistance to the divine domain. To Wu Pifu, who was gradually recovering, it was completely insignificant.

Gradually, the rumor of a barbarian leader who was intelligent, tall, and strong, but pitifully weak in strength, spread throughout the entire camp. Even the city-state troops and officers would come to look at Wu Pifu from time to time, and after looking, they would all shake their heads and leave, although Wu Pifu did not know what they were shaking their heads about.

Time passed slowly. Although the armies on both sides were not large, they still filled this battlefield with no less than a thousand people. More than a hundred barbarians also died, but a steady stream of barbarians continued to arrive from the rear. At the same time, the enemy side was the same; humans and goat-men arrived endlessly. Every day, one hour before dusk, both sides would engage in battle, blood sacrifices, gods would appear, divine domains would unfold, and they would slaughter each other. Under the invisible battlefield, a certain essence of the dead personnel was swallowed by the gods on both sides...

Rather than saying this was like a war, it was more like a tacit ritual of two gods.

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed. Wu Pifu's physical body had recovered to about 70%, and his spirit had only recovered to about 30%. However, with this 30% recovered spirit, today he finally used his Super Brain ability to wake the three small animals from their coma.

But before he could communicate with the weak three small animals, a reinforcement of a thousand people arrived at the front line. They brought a large number of alien races, some humanoid, some non-humanoid, either tied up or in iron cages, all piled up in front of this position.

On the other side, the Goat-Head God camp also had reinforcements, and they also brought a large number of alien captives. Both sides were symmetrical like a mirror, both piling captives in front of the position.

"Leader, this is a Great Sacrifice."

An Extraordinary barbarian said to Wu Pifu.

"Great Sacrifice?"

"Yes, Great Sacrifice. It seems a winner is about to be decided. A large number of blood sacrifices can enhance the power of each other's gods, allowing the projection to exert the power of the main body, rather than just unfolding the divine domain. It seems the gods of both sides are going to enter the field to fight. I guess this battle is the decisive one." The Extraordinary barbarian explained.

Wu Pifu said "Oh" twice. He didn't care about this. Now that the three small animals had awakened and his body had recovered to 70%, it was about time for him to leave here. Next, he planned to go to various city-states to see and confirm the situation of this world, and he also had many things to discuss with Beelzebub.

At this time, the alien captives in the front had already begun to be slaughtered. In addition to the alien captives, dozens of humans were also pushed up, and the selection of the old and weak among the barbarians for beheading had also begun, just like the scene in the previous half month. Barbarism and sacrifice were unfolding.

The two behemoths indeed appeared. They greedily swallowed and absorbed the flesh, blood, and souls of these sacrificed people. Because there were hundreds of captives and sacrificed people, these captives were still being transported to the front of the position from the rear endlessly.

Wu Pifu didn't even want to look. He had just turned his head to talk to the three small animals when suddenly a crying sound rang in his ears.

In an iron cage was a female humanoid with sheep horns on her head, a soft white body, an excellent figure, and a pair of big eyes. She just buried her head and cried, burying her head between her knees. Her cage was moved along the road next to Wu Pifu, heading toward the front of the position.

Wu Pifu sat silently in place for two seconds. He then picked up the Heroic Spirit Broken Blade from the ground and said to the two Extraordinary barbarians: "Take good care of my three pets. If they lose even a bit of skin, I will peel the skin off you and your kin. Do you understand?"

The two Extraordinary barbarians nodded in a daze. They watched Wu Pifu stand up, step out, and head toward the front position of the battlefield.

At this time, the sheep-horned girl had already been brought to the front of the formation. Several personnel wearing armor opened the cage directly. They all flashed with extraordinary spiritual light. One of them pulled the girl's sheep horns and dragged her out of the cage. Another person next to him raised an axe and chopped at her head.

Slap!

A crisp sound; the axe chopped onto a broken blade.

The people around were all stunned. The winged giant bull that was chewing on corpses lowered its head, stared with its bull eyes at Wu Pifu, and at the same time, hot air sprayed from its nostrils. Its bloody mouth was about to open to roar.

"What are you looking at, you horse!"

Wu Pifu roared, and as his figure flickered, he arrived under the winged giant bull. He stepped on the ground, and the ground exploded. His whole body had already jumped up and kicked the winged giant bull in the stomach, kicking its entire body into a convex shape.

"I've long been annoyed by you!"

"Spraying dung every day! Come on, if you don't physically spray dung today, I'll take your surname!!"

With one kick in the air, the Mado Winged God was kicked to a height of at least fifty meters, then landed, crushing a group of city-state soldiers to death.

At the place where it took off, Wu Pifu held the blade in one hand, while the other hand pulled the sheep-horned girl who was crying and dazed.

(End of chapter)