Chapter 904: Starting to Break Up a Fight

The Holy Alliance's style is still relatively normal.

In a world of gods and mortals, what is currently shown is cold weapons, with power relying on oneself.

The Great Qin Empire, a huge power spanning the world, when people mention it, their basic impression is that its style surely leans toward xianxia, like an 'Immortal Qin Empire'.

But no one expected the Qin side to pull out a bunch of Gundams.

No wonder Ao Yulie lamented that the Six States' defeat was not unjust.

Of course, this is just teasing; even if Qin Shi Huang, as a trial participant, produced a Gundam, he actually couldn't pull out a Gundam in the real world.

The real world's style hasn't gone off track.

Over five hundred 100-meter-tall humanoid robots appeared in the sky, looming above and bombarding those black-armored giants.

The firepower was extraordinarily fierce.

After those black-armored giants threw all their spears, they lacked effective long-range attack means.

Facing such a strike from above, they could only passively endure it.

Their armor obviously couldn't withstand such a blow, quickly breaking, along with them.

It appeared that the Holy Alliance's vanguard was fragile before the Great Qin Empire, as weak as paper.

Actually, saying that is somewhat arbitrary and biased.

After all, the Holy Alliance's vanguard had been badly mauled by Tang Luo, and Badeer was still being frantically stabbed by the Terracotta Warriors, a non-combat fault.

All one can say is that Badeer, relying on his immortality, insisted on provoking Tang Luo, going too far.

The Great Qin Empire's Terracotta Warriors and Gundams are quite 'smart,' knowing who the enemy is and who the primary target is.

After slashing through the Holy Alliance and killing all the armored giants, the Terracotta Warriors pushed forward, and the Gundams shifted their firepower onto Badeer.

They had no intention of provoking Tang Luo.

"Buzz—"

The sound came, and the surrounding air and even space seemed to vibrate together.

"Chant!"

The sound brought by high-speed movement was especially dull; a flash appeared on the horizon, and within the dazzling white, a huge black shadow emerged.

In an instant, hundreds of Gundams were struck by that high-speed moving huge shadow.

Like an egg hit by a stone, they shattered to pieces.

The scene was enough to make a tough guy cry.

That huge shadow was a short-handled hammer, its head a rectangular prism, with lightning arcs winding around it.

Seeing this weapon, one could basically tell who had appeared.

The Holy Alliance's famed war god Thor (Thor).

That huge hammer was like a moving airborne fortress; those lightning bolts were its shells, and after easily smashing the group of Gundams, they continued to fly, with bolts of lightning falling down.

Like heavenly punishment, it inflicted heavy losses on the Qin army's Terracotta Warriors.

The light beams sprayed from the Terracotta Warriors' halberds were completely swallowed by the lightning, let alone affecting the Thor's Hammer itself.

All they could do was try to dodge.

"This hammer!" Zhu Bajie's face turned solemn.

"We must be careful; the lightning's power is very strong." Ao Yulie said, this level of lightning already far exceeds his limit.

"It should be able to be smelted into the Mysterious Transformation." Zhu Bajie said.

His standards have risen now; he no longer thinks everything can be smelted into the Mysterious Transformation.

"......"

Ao Yulie glanced at his second senior brother, suspecting that in his mind, most things in the world are divided into two kinds: those that can be smelted into the Mysterious Transformation and those that cannot.

Forging into the mind, it's hopeless.

From the horizon came the sound of lightning mixed with hammering; after rampaging, Thor's Hammer flew back to where it appeared, quickly shrinking to a size a normal person could hold.

A stout arm rose up and caught the hammer.

The arm's owner stood on a chariot, red hair and beard dancing wildly like flames in the wind. Pulling the chariot were two black demon goats.

Ferocious and terrifying, it exuded a dangerous aura.

But for now it could only be used to pull the cart; the demon goats' steps produced thunder.

Thor truly had lightning-like eyes; his pupils were entirely a surging thunder prison, with scorching lightning swirling within, no whites or irises visible.

"Great Qin Empire..." Thor gazed toward the horizon.

That was where the Imperial Roads appeared; as Thor descended, many Imperial Roads extended from the void, forming a broader road.

The Terracotta Warriors arrayed themselves; this time they were infantry, not cavalry.

But these infantry were taller than the cavalry, standing nearly three meters high, their black armor giving a tremendous sense of oppression.

They bore huge bronze-colored swords on their backs, but it was doubtful whether those swords could at any moment fire something like laser cannons.

Before the Terracotta Warriors stood a tall, dignified-looking man.

He wore armor in Qin dynasty style, with a bronze sword at his waist, a long spear in hand, a square face, some whiskers, riding a tall large horse.

The horse was entirely red, its mane flying like flames, evidently extraordinary.

"Who is this, Bai Qi?" Ao Yulie asked.

He knows little of history; when he hears 'Qin', the first thing that comes to mind is the famous killer Bai Qi.

In fact, Bai Qi was a 'Qin state general'; the person he assisted was King Zhao of Qin, not the same era as Qin Shi Huang.

However, from the perspective of the god-and-demon game, it's not strange for this to be Bai Qi, nor for it to be anyone.

"Who knows." Zhu Bajie had no interest in this proper general, only looking at Thor's Hammer in Thor's hand.

"Meng Tian!" Thor stared at that general, his voice like heavenly thunder, revealing the general's true identity.

Meng Tian remained silent; the horse neighed and charged at Lei Shen.

The horse galloped through the air, leaving a road of fire.

Lei Shen also flicked the reins in his hand; the black devil goat stepped forward, pulling him and his war chariot ahead.

Behind him, thunderclouds filled the sky.

Behind Meng Tian, terracotta warriors kept appearing, forming ranks, but they did not attack Lei Shen.

Judging by their appearance, they were clearly old rivals, and each had a good grasp of the other's strength.

Now it was a general-versus-general situation; normally, soldiers of the terracotta warriors' level have little effect unless they are piled on regardless of loss, using a human-sea tactic to wear down the opponent.

As the war chariot and war horse were about to collide, Lei Shen and Meng Tian leapt up simultaneously and lunged at each other.

Lei Shen's hammer was wrapped in blazing thunder; frankly, it looked like a square lightbulb, roaring as it smashed toward Meng Tian.

While Meng Tian drew his sword to block, a spear thrust toward Lei Shen's head.

Both appeared to be typical close-combat fighters; their moves were simple yet effective, carrying great destructive power.

Although both focused their power on injuring the other, the moment their weapons clashed, a huge sound still rang out.

Sound waves and air ripples spread, occasionally accompanied by flashing lightning, turning the high-altitude battlefield into a dangerous no‑entry zone.

Even their mounts withdrew, fighting each other elsewhere.

Lei Shen's war chariot stood still; the two devil goats broke free of the reins and tangled with Meng Tian's war horse, biting each other.

The war horse's appearance also changed: crimson scales appeared on its body, its hooves turned into claws, making it look more like a qilin than a horse.

Facing the two devil goats, it did not fall behind.

Blood kept falling from the sky onto the ground; the devil goats' blood corroded the earth, while the war horse's blood scorched it black.

In the sky there were two battlefields—one fierce, one brutal.

Lightning continually surged, gradually swallowing the silhouettes of Lei Shen and Meng Tian.

Yet those lightning bolts seemed to have little effect on Meng Tian; he simply swung his sword and spear, fighting Lei Shen without yielding an inch.

Quite a return to simplicity.

"Do you gods always fight like this?" Tang Luo asked abruptly, reaching out casually.

The distant earth was flung open; underground, Badeer resembled a helpless frog, snatched by Tang Luo and flung back.

The fighting style Tang Luo described was exactly what Lei Shen and Badeer displayed—mainly close‑quarters combat, aided by abilities such as light and lightning.

Speaking of which, Tang Luo's own fighting style is similar; things like the Blood Sigil can be counted as auxiliaries.

Badeer was furious, having been undone by Lei Shen and unable to recover, stuck in a passive beating; he chose not to fight back recklessly, but to bide his time, waiting for more divinities—alone or with their legions—to descend.

To this end, even the mighty Light God went underground—what more could he want?

Yet he was still dug out and asked this boring question.

Is this important? Can't you just let me stay underground? What did I do wrong to deserve this? I am the Light God!

"Not entirely."

The one answering Tang Luo's question was not Badeer, but a man clad in golden armor, wearing extraordinarily splendid robes.

He appeared silently beside Tang Luo and threw a punch at his head.

As he threw the punch, the armor on his arm shifted, expanding, making his already large fist even bigger, and from its tip emerged dense golden spikes, each about twenty centimeters long.

Another god of the Holy Alliance, presumably like Lei Shen and the Light God, a transcendent being.

This is actually easy to tell: Lei Shen and this man did not arrive via the Rainbow Bridge.

The sudden punch carried terrifying power; if it struck the mountain peak beneath his feet, it could flatten the world's highest summit into its greatest basin.

Yet not a trace of force leaked out; it was fully focused, not even stirring a breeze—only an afterimage remained.

"￥%……&"

Badeer's cursing even drowned out the noise of the distant battlefield.

That voice, furious and exhausted yet tinged with relief, made Meng Tian and Lei Shen's fight remain a grappling stance as they glanced over here.

The sharp spike was only 0.001 centimeter from Badeer's skull; a slight forward move of the fist would do it.

Then they would make intimate contact.

When the fist appeared, Tang Luo used Badeer as a shield, placing him between himself and the fist.

The likewise golden‑gleaming man held his punching pose, preventing his strike from landing on Badeer.

He could release or restrain at will.

Then, at this moment, a little help was needed.

Tang Luo smiled, then shoved his hand holding Badeer's head forward.

The little help arrived.

"Boom!"

The explosive sound rolled up endless wind; the two "golden‑gleaming" figures collided into a mass and hurtled toward the entangled Meng Tian and Lei Shen in the sky.

They began to break up the fight.