Chapter 598: Ascetic Practitioners' Great Army

Kill!!

"Charge! Charge!"

Shouts of killing shake the heavens.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Urgent horse hooves mixed with drumbeats, metal weapons clashing.

The black cavalry torrent, with Ascetic Practitioners as the spearhead, madly charged into the zombie tide.

The earth trembled.

Black and red merged into one, devouring each other.

Explosions erupted one after another; the whole world seemed to have fallen into a catastrophe.

As if injected with stimulant.

Under the encouragement of the war drums spreading spiritual power, everyone wore a mad expression.

The soldier at the very front, struck down before he could thrust his spear before the blood zombie, was then slammed from behind by the high‑speed charging cavalry from the rear, piercing both him and the corpse.

Crushed into metal plates.

Ignoring pain, eyes blood‑red.

All cavalry who had taken internal caffeine peptide wore mad expressions; their will turned entirely into a lust for slaughter.

Compared to blood zombies, they now resembled monsters.

"Give me another piece!"

"Swish!"

Drew the blade with a backhand.

The cavalry commander at the frontline cleaved the head of an infected soldier with a single blow, then, with a ferocious face, demanded the divine medicine from the "medic" distributing the drugs.

After three days and nights of high‑speed forced march, they felt no fatigue at all.

Their strength was limitless.

All fear was swallowed by fervent belief; everyone was fearless of death.

Soldiers with blown‑off limbs quickly stuffed the "divine medicine" into their mouths; upon taking the drug, their wounds seemed to vanish instantly.

Fervor, pleasure.

Perhaps they thought of their parents who had died miserably in the jaws of zombies.

Perhaps they thought of the deep blood‑sea hatred accumulated over years of facing blood zombies.

Soldiers' faces bore hatred; suddenly they opened their mouths, revealing strengthened, stark‑white teeth.

"You ate my mother back then! Now I will eat you!!"

"Ahhhh!!"

He used hands and feet together, screaming, staring fixedly at the "stunned" blood zombie, then madly lunged to bite.

Then he bit into the exposed muscle tissue of the blood zombie.

In an instant, blood sprayed everywhere.

With the help of batch after batch of produced Ascetic Practitioners, the battle went unusually smoothly.

After swallowing a mouthful of the still fishy‑sweet "divine medicine", the cavalry commander shuddered with extreme pleasure, feeling a surge of violent hot blood rush to his brain.

A hidden aura fluctuation flashed and vanished.

The originally nearly torn muscle tissue quickly recovered.

I too... have become an Ascetic Practitioner!?

"Kill! Charge in and self‑destruct!!"

"All self‑destruct!!"

Mad laughter.

The pleasure of becoming an Ascetic Practitioner again suppressed the fear of death; under the dual effect of medicine and belief, the cavalry commander directly seized explosives from the earlier Ascetic Practitioners.

Then, laughing madly, he leapt into the zombie tide and detonated without hesitation.

Sky‑shooting flames continually lit up the battlefield.

The cavalry commander blown to pieces revived again in just a few seconds, his shattered armor hanging on him, like a demon crawled out of hell.

After continuous combat, upon taking the drug for the third time, he became a newly promoted Ascetic Practitioner as he wished.

"Too scary..."

The top‑hundred‑numbered, old‑era Ascetic Practitioners responsible for resisting artillery strikes all had dull expressions.

The battlefield underfoot was practically a giant meat grinder.

Every second, large numbers of soldier Ascetic Practitioners died; every second, blood zombies were torn apart like by ants and literally "bitten to death".

Every second, soldiers in extreme excitement became newly promoted Ascetic Practitioners.

Although anyone could see that the mental state of the current newly promoted Ascetic Practitioners was even more insane than that of the new‑era Ascetic Practitioners, nobody dared to point this out.

They had already been coerced into this slaughter with no way out.

Death could not make them retreat a step.

Those who became Ascetic Practitioners by taking medicine often displayed beast‑like tenacious fighting will in battle.

Constant death, constant rebirth.

When weapons broke, they used fists; when fists rotted, they picked up comrades' corpses, using bones, spines, and armor‑clad corpses as weapons.

If there was nothing, they simply bit with the mouth.

They also gnawed to tear off a piece of flesh from the blood zombie.

Once they felt the zombie virus spreading inside their bodies, they would, in the final second, without hesitation kill themselves, then revive to fight again.

Relying on mad willpower, they forcibly suppressed a blood corpse whose strength far exceeded their own.

The battle scene, crazy to the extreme, made these old-era Ascetic Practitioners shudder with fear.

"... This is too crazy..."

"Who exactly is the monster..."

The No. 2 Ascetic Practitioner, who dared not show his head again, looked with some fear at that group of 'monsters' fighting the blood corpse.

He wasn't afraid of a single madman, after all, old-era Ascetic Practitioners have steadfast will.

But what about one thousand, ten thousand, or ten million?

Everyone went mad.

He never expected this.

After Lin An appeared, the entirety of the Great Xia Dynasty's conscripted humanity turned into war machines that knew only killing.

And the 'culprit' was that mysterious pale-yellow 'Divine Elixir'.

Nonstop brainwashing proclamations over 24 hours, combined with Lin An's identity.

Under the amplification of the drug, all humanity's will at this moment turned into an invincible blade, fiercely slashing at the seemingly invincible blood corpse.

"Lin Dui..."

"The number of Ascetic Practitioners has already reached 14,710,000; we are only six hours from the blood corpse core..."

"The number of soldiers killed in action is 13,030,000; Ascetic Practitioners number 14,500."

His hands and feet trembled slightly.

Xiong Hanzi reported the situation in rapid, short breaths, with intermittent frantic laughter ringing in his ears.

That was the loud laughter of soldiers promoted to Ascetic Practitioners in the face of the death limit.

Upon nearing the corpse tide core, the battle never ceased for a moment.

They killed from night to day, from day to darkness.

Blades rolled their edges, war horses dropped dead from exhaustion.

The death-seed responsible for transmitting energy, under the life support of the Ascetic Practitioners, turned into millions of filaments that sank into the soldiers' bodies.

Like a mental control device, it continually supplied them with energy.

Endlessly conscripted humanity from the rear, with no time for training, all took the drug and threw themselves into battle.

Blood flowed like rivers, corpses piled up like mountains.

Fallen corpses stretched for a thousand li.

The air was thick with the rich scent of blood and gunpowder smoke.

Even the sky was tinged with a shade of blood.

The soldiers' frenzied assault cries mixed with the blood corpse's howls, as if the whole world were wailing.

Zhang Tie stared blankly at soldiers constantly leaping from the ground into midair, his mind shaken.

Dense and numerous.

Under death stimulation and ample drug supply, this legion of ordinary people numbering in the hundreds of millions is rapidly evolving.

To the point that...

Even the death rate on the human side could not keep up with the speed of promotion to Ascetic Practitioner.

One ordinary soldier dies, one Ascetic Practitioner is born.

At this rate of spread, by the time they reach the corpse tide core, all of humanity in the Great Xia Dynasty will become Ascetic Practitioners.

Nine hundred million airborne combat, undying and indestructible Ascetic Practitioners.

It was simply more spectacular than the final battle scene inside the Amoeba Worm dungeon.

Lin An didn't care at all about Zhang Tie's heavy mood; he merely smiled satisfactorily.

Very good.

That's exactly the effect he wanted.

Half dead, half alive.

This is well worth it.

"Pass on my order: continue to speed up and advance!"

"The last 300 kilometers—I will charge in within four hours!"