Chapter 625

Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cast toward the Shaman tribe archer army formation that had fallen into a sea of fire not far away. Every infantry cannon shell was incomparably precise, specifically bombing places with many people. This was not because the gunners were skilled, but because Wei Yuan was guiding them with his spiritual sense in the air.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan directed the infantry cannons to fire more than a dozen rounds of shells, killing and injuring three or four thousand archers, while the Qingming side only had three people killed by arrows.

Lei Dong was furious; he never expected Wei Yuan's artillery to be so numerous and to bombard so fiercely.

When he attacked Cui Yu, he adopted a midnight surprise attack and directly blew up Cui Yu's ammunition truck, causing Cui Yu to only have five or six cannons left and no more than twenty shells after retreating to terrain suitable for defense and holding on for reinforcements.

Cui Yu had no choice but to wait until the Shaman tribe's main army approached and the troop density was sufficient before firing one or two shots. So Lei Dong and several Nether Shamans all thought that artillery was a special magic treasure that only appeared occasionally.

It wasn't until he encountered Wei Yuan, with shells pouring down as if they didn't cost money, that Lei Dong truly experienced the taste of being covered by firepower.

Out of anger, he personally drew his bow and nocked an arrow; one arrow shot out like lightning, instantly exploding an infantry cannon, and the two Ancestral Shaman warriors and several gunners guarding it were also blown away together.

Immediately after, Lei Dong saw a wisp of gray aura that was almost imperceptible floating in the air, drifting toward him, and he was even more furious!

Killing just these few people already contaminated him with karma? It can only be said that these people all carried luck, and Wei Yuan arranged these people carrying luck in front for him to kill, clearly wanting to use karma to pit him and hinder his path of cultivation!

However, after his rage, Lei Dong calmed down and sneered at Wei Yuan. Was he, Lei Dong, so easily tricked? He saw the magic blade behind him move, sucking away that wisp of karma, and then he drew his bow again, exploding another infantry cannon!

After firing several arrows in succession like this, killing a hundred gunners and more than twenty Ancestral Shaman warriors, Lei Dong's mood finally calmed down a little.

At this time, the silver-haired Shaman woman suddenly looked up and said: "Those old immortals have really come."

The eagle-headed Nether Shaman took the conversation: "I will go meet the Great Desolate Sun again to see if his Shaman methods have improved."

The eagle Shaman took the lead and rose into the sky, while the silver-haired Shaman woman and the flying snake also took off, each seeking their old rivals to go to the outer sky for a great battle.

The snake-bodied Nether Shaman had a huge body and the slowest movements; when its body was fully unfolded, it was actually more than thirty zhang long, rising with the wind like a flood dragon!

A red shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, flashing past.

The scream emitted by the snake-bodied Nether Shaman resounded through the wilderness; a half-zhang long section of the tail tip separated from the body and fell to the ground, and blood spilled in the air, as if a rain of blood had begun to fall.

This half-zhang tail tip was insignificant compared to the tens-of-zhang-long snake body, but it had a highly poisonous tail hook on it, which was usually hidden inside and would only pop out suddenly during fierce battles, making it impossible to guard against.

Now that the tail hook had been cut off directly, the Nether Shaman was in so much pain that it almost fell from the sky; it dared not stay any longer and turned to fly toward the depths of the Shaman Domain.

And that faint touch of red flashed and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Lei Dong was both shocked and angry, shouting: "It's the despicable human race again! Great Desolate Sun, you colluded with the human race and betrayed the Shaman Domain; I am going to report you to the City of Heaven!"

A booming sound came from high in the sky: "Nonsense! These humans..."

Before the Great Desolate Sun could finish speaking, Heavenly Language suddenly shouted loudly: "These humans are all bodyguards and thugs I hired; they have to be wherever I am, and they have to hit whoever I tell them to hit! Now this richest man in the East Desolation doesn't like you; come, help me wipe out all those low-blooded scumbags opposite!"

This time, its voice became abnormally mechanical, the tone flat without a single fluctuation: "The passage is currently in an active state and can still be maintained for seven hours and fifteen minutes. Please find supplementary energy as soon as possible. Standby state can be maintained for another one hundred and ten hours. Please find supplementary energy as soon as possible."

Heavenly Language shouted loudly: "Louder, I can't hear you!!"

Wei Yuan gave Heavenly Language a cold look, and Heavenly Language's momentum shrank.

In the sky, the Great Desolate Sun took a while to react, laughed loudly and said: "Right, right! These humans are all thugs in my tribe; what, you Lei Ze have an opinion? If you have the ability, you hire them too! I won't talk nonsense with you little cub anymore; I old man still have to go pluck eagle feathers!"

A group of Nether Shamans went to fight each other, while that eerie red-clothed killer never appeared again. There was an extra Nether Shaman in the Ancestral Shaman tribe, but he didn't go down to take action and went to the outer sky to help in the battle.

Lei Dong's anger had nowhere to vent; since he carried luck, when had he ever suffered such a grievance? Even the Nether Shamans who were high and mighty in the past had to be polite to him, otherwise, they would inevitably bring disaster.

The peers who had squeezed him out in his early years, even if they only gave him a look, had now all been buried under the altar and turned into materials for the blood pool. The women he had once loved but who had no feelings for him had now all been taken into the harem, whether they were willing or not.

There was a Shaman woman with a strong personality, and Lei Dong also spent a lot of effort, using various threats to her relatives, to get her. Later, Lei Dong also placed her husband in the harem, specifically responsible for guarding the palace where she lived, letting him watch and listen from the side. Lei Dong's harem was equipped with powerful ancient forbidden laws, and it was absolutely impossible for anyone to do anything secretly behind his back, unless he intentionally indulged them.

Just like this, the smooth sailing days had only passed for a year or so, and Lei Dong had almost forgotten what life was like before he got luck.

His cultivation also had many adventures, and the old Nether Shamans in the tribe taught him everything they knew, and what he ate was better than what Heavenly Language ate. In just two years, he was promoted to the Blood Shaman perfection realm, only one step away from advancing to the Nether Shaman.

Wanting to establish a kingdom in the Nether Cold Realm requires a very long time, and both opportunity and strength are indispensable. So Lei Dong had not yet had time to advance to the Nether Shaman. However, at this critical node of advancement, Wei Yuan came to his door. Lei Dong was furious, but looking at Wei Yuan, the more he looked, the more he felt greedy.

Although he had only been a Son of Luck for two years, he had long since developed a character of being the only one who is supreme and everything must be possessed by himself.

Lei Dong understood in his heart that if he obtained Wei Yuan's luck and sacrificed it to heaven and earth, heaven and earth would surely be greatly pleased; perhaps some Nether Shaman would find an ancient method and directly gift his kingdom to him.

At this time, the Lei Ze army had all been dispatched except for the rear army, and ten thousand cavalry on the left and right wings each came out of the formation, aggressively killing toward Wei Yuan. But the more Lei Dong looked, the more awkward he felt; his right wing's troop strength seemed too much, and the left wing seemed somewhat weak.

But once the army was dispatched, it was difficult to turn back. Lei Dong did not have the superb ability to command the army like an arm, so he could only let the troops march according to the original plan.

Wei Yuan was not worried at all about his seemingly weak left wing; with a move of his mind, the right wing iron cavalry moved forward slowly, accompanied by a roar, and the three war chariots took the lead and rushed up.

The poison lizard knights were stunned when they saw these three iron boxes, and then they rushed toward the war chariots.

A sturdy poison lizard knight held a long spear and charged at full speed, crashing heavily into the war chariot from the side! Amidst a huge collision sound, this knight flew directly off the back of the poison lizard, crossed the war chariot, and fell to the ground on the other side, breaking his tendons and bones.

One poison lizard after another crashed into the war chariot at full speed, but their lances and machetes could not damage the armor of the war chariot, which was as thick as a palm.

The artillery on the war chariot fired desperately, but there were too many poison lizard knights around; blowing up a dozen, there were dozens more behind.

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Each poison lizard weighed several thousand catties; crashing into it at full speed, the war chariot would also stop, and the human cultivators inside were even more miserable from the shock. Under the constant impact of the poison lizards, all three war chariots were stopped in place, and then they were covered with Shaman tribe warriors, trying to drag the human cultivators out.

At this time, several clouds of fire appeared out of thin air in the sky, and large patches of flowing fire sprinkled down. The war chariots were not afraid of fire, but the Shaman tribe knights were all plunged into a sea of fire, each one ignited, turning into fire Shamans, screaming and falling to the ground.

This was Wei Yuan taking action, killing hundreds of Shaman tribe knights in one fell swoop, clearing the area around the war chariots. Following that, hazy light appeared on the Dragon Wing Iron Cavalry, and both their strength and physical strength were improved, and they began to charge.

With only three thousand iron cavalry, they could make the earth shake, and many Shaman tribe knights showed panic. They were not familiar with war chariots, but they were very clear about the combat power of this kind of human knight wrapped in iron armor.

Before the two sides came into contact, the Dragon Wing knights raised their fire guns one after another and fired a volley toward the opposite side. The fire guns they were equipped with now all used newly developed shotgun shells; one shot was a patch of iron sand.

Many poison lizard knights were caught off guard and hit by the iron sand. These iron sands could only cause some small wounds on them, but for some reason, many of the knights who were hit fell directly off their mounts, rolling and screaming, in extreme pain.

The formation of the poison lizard knights was in chaos, and Wei Yuan led the Dragon Wing Iron Cavalry to kill directly from the middle, killing through the Shaman army formation in the blink of an eye, leaving hundreds of Shaman cavalry corpses behind.

The Dragon Wing cavalry turned around, fired another volley of shotgun shells, and in the blink of an eye, five or six hundred poison lizard knights fell to the ground rolling. Wei Yuan did not hesitate and led the cavalry to kill through the Shaman army formation again, returning to his original position.

Two rounds of impact back and forth, and the entire left wing of the Lei Ze army began to collapse. Fortunately, all three war chariots were unable to move at this time, allowing Lei Dong to find back a little face.

At this time, shells were constantly falling in the Shaman army cavalry formation, blowing the groups of knights who were about to gather into a mess. Then a long laugh that resounded through the sky sounded, actually suppressing the shouts of killing and screams on the battlefield, and even the sound of the infantry cannons was suppressed:

"Hahahaha! Today the Ancestral Shaman tribe is going on a killing spree; I, Heavenly Language, must suppress and kill that low-class inferior Shaman who stole my luck!"

Amidst the roar, a special war chariot rushed out from Wei Yuan's formation. This war chariot was clearly a circle larger than other war chariots, and the armor was shockingly thick.

There were no tracks on the war chariot, but there were three Ancestral Shaman warriors on each side, only showing their thick legs. These twelve thick legs covered with leg hair stepped very fast, and they could move like the wind even while carrying a war chariot weighing more than a hundred thousand catties, even more flexible and agile than Wei Yuan's Dragon Wing heavy cavalry.

Heavenly Language sat at the position of the war chariot's turret; his lower body had not yet fully grown, and it was just right to be embedded in the turret position. At this moment, his right hand was grabbing the infantry cannon, and his left hand was loading, his movements like the wind, bringing out patches of afterimages.

Under the blessing of Heavenly Language's physical loading, the firing speed of the infantry cannon was unbelievably fast, and everything within a few miles was Heavenly Language's hunting target. As long as the Great Shamans of Lei Ze dared to show their heads, they would be bombarded by a series of shells and flee in panic.

At the rear of the war chariot was Xu Wenwu; at this time, he was blessing the war chariot with his own Dao Foundation, making the performance of this war chariot comprehensively improved, while simultaneously handing shells to Heavenly Language, exhausted and panting, but Heavenly Language still complained that his movements were slow.

"Ouch, just one shot away, and that little rabbit let him escape! Old Xu, why are you not working, didn't you eat this morning!? Add some effort, I'll find two little beautiful Shaman women to massage you later!"

The firepower of this war chariot was too fierce; wherever it went, even Great Shamans had to hold their heads and flee, and other Shaman troops were even more vulnerable. In the blink of an eye, the entire Lei Ze army formation was stirred up, and signs of chaos began to appear.

Heavenly Language only felt that in his life of great battles, he had never had such a proud moment. This feeling of killing in and out of ten thousand armies was too wonderful, even more satisfying than eighteen little beautiful Shaman women added together.

He was high-spirited, looked around, and couldn't find an opponent for a while, so he laughed and turned to Xu Wenwu and said: "Old Xu, according to the saying in your world, what is this?"

(End of chapter)