Chapter 574: Blood Corpse Onslaught

After a brief panic inside the fortress.

The dense clatter of iron armor rang out.

The order to assemble was given.

Like an ant nest, they swarmed out.

Soldiers formed teams and rushed to the walls, taking on the defense duties of the third and fourth echelons.

Standing in the courtyard, Lin An, with Xiong Hanzi, narrowed his eyes and saw a large number of bat‑shaped sky vehicles.

"Transport plane? This is fucking like an alien invasion!"

He felt a bit dizzy.

Zhang Tie stared blankly at the patch of crimson above, as a large number of peculiarly shaped vehicles cast shadows.

The sky met a red rift.

And with the deep black war fortress on the ground, they formed a stark contrast.

Troops streamed from the rear to the front line.

As they passed the front of the courtyard, Lin An could clearly feel that these soldiers, under the fortress's bombardment, were not panicking.

It seemed they had experienced many such battle scenes.

In the distance, Zhang Yan, rushing against the flow, was leading a small squad of soldiers to inform him.

"Let's go. We're heading to the wall!"

"Just display your combat power however you like; no need to transform."

After quickly observing for a few seconds, Lin An suppressed Xiong Hanzi's doubts and signaled to join the battle directly.

Indeed, they possess technological means...

The background of this secret realm world is probably more interesting than I imagined.

In these two days of researching the remains of dissolved blood corpses, he hadn't found much information.

Facing the blood corpses head‑on would undoubtedly yield more intelligence.

"Got it!"

Xiong Hanzi smirked after hearing it, too lazy to think about the problem.

To be frank, it's not that Lin An deliberately wanted him to use his brain more; he's just lazy to think so much.

What damn monster, one punch and it's dead.

Can't kill it...

Then I'll die!

After entering the secret realm, he had hardly lifted a hand.

Even his skin was itching...

"Lord Lin An! Please proceed to the Ascetic Practitioners' position to participate..."

Not far away, Zhang Yan, who had rushed over to inform him, anxiously clasped his fists; the red feather on his helmet fluttered wildly as he ran.

He silently cursed his bad luck.

It had only been two months since the last blood corpse siege on the city; he had thought at least half a year would pass before such a large‑scale attack occurred.

But he hadn't expected it to happen so frequently lately.

He had originally thought that with Lin An leading them, they'd just do patrol duties—safe and with little trouble.

But hearing the deafening slaughter and explosions behind him, he realized...

This time, many people were likely to die again...

Hope Lord Lin An can look after us a bit...

No, look after these brothers of mine.

Feeling uneasy, he could only pin his hopes on Lin An.

He wouldn't be like those higher‑ranked Ascetic Practitioners who are reluctant to act.

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!!"

His body shot out like a cannonball.

A fierce wind swept over.

Zhang Yan felt a blast of icy air suddenly strike his face.

His breath caught.

Then, as his body lightened, he was actually grabbed bare‑handed by Lin An and hurled into the air.

"Position of the Ascetic Practitioners!"

His voice was cold and clear.

Lin An, holding him, casually asked where to go.

At high speed, the headwind made Zhang Yan struggle to keep his eyes open.

"Upper right! The position beneath the twelfth ballista!"

Zhang Yan replied instinctively, merely surprised that Lin An seemed so eager to fight the blood corpses.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled slightly.

On the ground, Zhang Tie, following Lin An's signal, seized the soldier who had come to report and sprinted off.

In a single step he covered ten meters; relying on his body honed to the limit, Xiong Hanzi burst forth with an agility unbefitting his size, charging toward the wall like a tank.

?!

Surprised.

Like a chick being held in hand, the soldier's body instantly stiffened.

What power is this?

The bald, muscular man beside Lord Lin An, is he also an Ascetic Practitioner?

No time for them to ask questions, the wind pressure from the big stride rushing down poured into their mouths about to open.

First time experiencing this rough way of rushing, inevitably being jolted into a mess.

In just over ten seconds, Lin An brought Xiong Hanzi across the assembled legion, charging to beneath the city wall.

Above, large bat-shaped transport ships continuously flung down blood corpses.

Like raindrops falling, the impact from the rapid descent killed many soldiers on the city wall.

Puddles of blood-mud seeped into the city wall.

The Ascetic Practitioners prepared aside, expressionlessly entangled with the blood corpses climbing the wall.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

As the fortress's defensive force, the ballistae mounted on the city wall, under soldiers' control, fiercely shot thick-as-a-person bolts at the transport aircraft.

With the bow stave made from six thick cow tendons twisted together, the instantaneous force could rival an old-fashioned cannon.

Arrows rained down, looking impressively mighty, but the effect wasn't very good.

With the continuous ding-ding sound, the arrows shot into the sky couldn't pierce the seemingly alloy armor of the transport aircraft.

Not even a trace was left.

The weapon gap is too huge, like primitives fighting a modern army.

However, upon close observation, Lin An discovered this defensive side wasn't meant to attack aerial carriers.

"Taking advantage of the blood corpses falling from high altitude, shoot them off their landing point..."

Lin An's eyes flickered, he watched the battle above with interest.

Ancient version of interception missiles.

Facing the dense, thick barrage of bolts, the continually falling blood corpses were struck into wobbling by the impact.

Even without standing on the ground, blood corpses with even a common strength of First Rank cannot change direction mid-air.

"Forward, sword-bearing Ascetic Practitioners! Please join the first interception squad as soon as possible!"

Just as Lin An was floating in midair observing, a voice from the Ascetic Practitioners' position urgently transmitted from below.

The speaker was not an Ascetic Practitioner, but a middle-aged commander.

Only see his face covered with scars from shrapnel, his whole face as if burned by fire.

From these scars one can see his battle merits are numerous.

Somewhat unexpected, yet also as expected.

The Ascetic Practitioners' position has two commanders.

Military commanders and powerful Ascetic Practitioners command together.

Or rather, they mutually provide suggestions for defending the city.

After all, no matter how high-ranking their numbers are, the Ascetic Practitioners can only deduce battle outcomes, but know nothing about the battle process.

He slightly nodded, Lin An's form flickered, and he fell back to the position representing the Ascetic Practitioners.

He glanced at the straight-standing hundreds of Ascetic Practitioners beside him, and couldn't help but feel some doubt.

"What are you planning to do?"

"This group of blood corpses, why don't they unleash 'flame' from high altitude?"

Lin An casually asked the question, anyway his identity information has the garrison's 'endorsement'.

The number was given by the garrison, so I'm not worried anyone will doubt my identity.

The leading commander looked at him with some surprise, but upon seeing the badge on Lin An's chest representing his number, he couldn't help but stare.

"Number 99?"

"So forward? Actually not knowing these common sense?"

In his peripheral vision, he also unexpectedly saw many newly-promoted Ascetic Practitioners seemingly hostile toward this 'big figure'.