Chapter 1172

What's going on here?

Looking again at those 1,000 beastfolk.

Logically speaking, one beastfolk should have no problem taking on two female soldiers.

How… those beastfolk were actually kicked so badly by those female soldiers they couldn't find their bearings?

One kick and they're all crying for their mothers?

Their legs are so long and slender—nice to look at, sure—but how could they possibly have any power?

Sun Cheng cursed: "What the hell are you wailing about? Shut your mouths. They're using feet, not hammers. Attack!"

The beastfolk were, of course, attacking.

But strangely, when those beastfolk attacked and clearly landed an axe on those female soldiers, the female soldiers were fine, yet the beastfolk all started howling?

Sun Cheng roared: "What the fuck are you howling about? Are you hitting the women, or are the women hitting you? Shut your mouths!"

He had just finished cursing this side.

Yet he nearly died of rage again.

He saw that among the beastfolk, over a hundred had actually thrown down their weapons and were fighting those women with their fists?

"Holy shit! This is war, WAR! Those women use feet, so you use fists? Tuck away that pathetic pride of yours and hack them to death with your axes!!"

Some of those beastfolk really did pick their weapons back up.

But then another few dozen, halfway through fighting, threw their weapons away again.

Sun Cheng felt he was about to explode with rage.

What the hell is wrong with these beastfolk?

They can't even walk straight when they see a woman?

The opponents were strange too.

All of them were beautiful-looking women.

Could the opposing lord's main race be succubi?

That can't be right—succubi all have ram horns and slightly purple skin.

These people aren't succubi.

But if they're not succubi, then how…

Holy shit!

How are there another hundred-plus beastfolk all stripped naked?

How the hell are we supposed to fight this?

The opponents are using two-handed blades—one slash and they'd cleave you in two, wouldn't they?

Sun Cheng burst out cursing: "What the fuck are you doing? Switch your armor back on! You stupid bastards—do you want to show off your figures? Show off after we win the battle. Get serious and fight!"

He was truly furious.

He gripped his weapon and charged in as well.

He had to hack a few female soldiers to death to vent his fury.

However…

After he had rushed forward only a few meters, he suddenly felt a strange fragrance assail his nostrils.

A very fragrant, very gentle, very pleasant scent.

His anger actually faded quite a bit.

He suddenly understood those beastfolk a little.

Looks like this fragrance has an effect?

It can calm people down?

He saw a woman draped in silk threads walking over.

It was as if her whole body radiated light.

This is… a goddess?

"Are you one of the Heavenly King Army's people?"

That woman… the goddess spoke.

Sun Cheng threw down his weapon and switched to fashion mode.

"Yes, I'm Sun Cheng of the Heavenly King Army. I won't hurt you. I… I'll only kill your soldiers. Don't worry, I absolutely won't touch you."

A small hatch flipped open in the armor on Gu Qing's lower abdomen, and finger-thick transparent silk threads sprayed out.

"Sun Cheng… how much spiritual pressure do you have?"

Zhao Chi guessed that the effect of a woman's body fragrance would also be influenced by the opponent's spiritual pressure.

Because the effective range of spiritual pressure was still quite broad.

It wasn't limited to spiritual techniques alone.

If the opponent's spiritual pressure was strong, the fragrance's effect would also weaken.

And this Sun Cheng's beastfolk seemed to be heavily affected—Sun Cheng's spiritual pressure probably wasn't high.