Chapter 626

Six Ancestral Shaman warriors at the Dao Foundation perfection realm shook their hairy legs, carrying a war chariot weighing more than a hundred thousand catties, and rampaged across the entire battlefield; Heavenly Language had already gone completely crazy, and with strong power and his own strength, he stirred up the entire main force of the Shaman tribe.

Wei Yuan immediately captured the fighter plane, guided the artillery fire to cover the surroundings of Heavenly Language, and cleared potential threats for him.

Heavenly Language was completely unaware, just feeling that these little things of the human race were fancy; one shot could explode three or five times.

On Wei Yuan's left wing, the two thousand baggage infantry faced the incoming ten thousand cavalry without fear, lining up in a dense formation, while the dozens of infantry cannons in the center turned their muzzles to constantly bombard the charging cavalry.

Under the effect of the sacrificial power, the poison lizard knights had bloodshot eyes and charged desperately regardless of the huge casualties. At this time, the left and right Wenwu Dragon Guards appeared, and the rotary flying sword cannons in their hands began to roar; countless small flying swords turned into two intersecting sickles, ruthlessly harvesting the poison lizard knights!

This kind of intersecting firepower from the flank was extremely terrifying; the poison lizard knights were not very fast, and they were more famous for being able to move freely in swamp areas and their own attack power. At this time, they were swept down in large patches.

Lei Dong didn't feel much pain; in his heart, as long as Wei Yuan could be killed, it didn't matter if all these hundred thousand warriors died. Moreover, he had already seen that the Wenwu Dragon Guards were actually Wei Yuan's incarnations, and the connection between the two in terms of causal luck could not be hidden from Lei Dong's eyes.

Lei Dong relied on his pair of eyes that could see through cause and effect, I don't know how many hidden relationships he had seen through, and how many big shots he had grasped. Now seeing Wei Yuan harvesting the Shaman tribe cavalry with his incarnations, his heart was sneering, secretly thinking, let's see how you deal with the karma!

At this time, the soldiers on Wei Yuan's left wing also began to shoot; although their cultivation was not high, they all had the Body Forging cultivation of the Blood Merging Realm, and their reaction speed was much faster than ordinary people. These soldiers were also those who had experienced the life-and-death battle with the Rain Country, and this bit of cavalry from the Lei Ze tribe was completely pediatric.

Even if they were charged by knights, they were not afraid; past wars had already proven that fire guns with bayonets were far more effective than ordinary long spears. Not to mention that behind them stood a whole row of iron-headed Ancestral Shaman warriors who were two heads taller than normal people.

Under the triple lethality of infantry cannons, rotary machine cannons, and infantry fire guns, the number of Lei Ze cavalry was decreasing crazily.

The sacrificial power of the Shaman tribe was not omnipotent; as companions fell in large patches, the fear deep in the hearts of many knights finally occupied the upper hand. Batches of knights turned their giant lizards and turned to flee.

At this time, many Lei Ze knights on the ground climbed up, staggering back to flee, but were picked off one by one by human soldiers.

Only then did Lei Dong see the clues; Wei Yuan's two incarnations were aiming at the giant lizards instead of the knights on their backs; the giant lizards being injured would also throw the knights on their backs, which was equivalent to eliminating a charging knight for Wei Yuan.

Most of the knights who fell to the ground were injured but not dead, and then were harvested by infantry cannons in constant bombardment; those who stood up were picked off by infantry. In this way, most of the Shaman tribe cavalry were killed by human soldiers, and the karma could not be counted on Wei Yuan.

Lei Dong looked with fire in his eyes, deeply hating the cunning of the human race; he himself couldn't think of such a trick.

The Ancestral Shaman warriors were unwilling to be lonely, took down their iron-fetal longbows one after another, and displayed the strong bows and heavy arrows of the Ancestral Shaman tribe. The Ancestral Shaman heavy arrows were hollow, and they would carry terrifying whistling sounds when flying out. Almost every one of them could shoot to five hundred zhang away, and the power of the heavy arrows could easily pierce through Lei Ze knights.

It's just that there were really not many elite archers of this level; among the thousand Ancestral Shaman warriors defending in the army formation, less than a hundred carried giant bows.

The elite archers of the Ancestral Shaman warriors were few, and their results were even fewer; a round of crazy rapid-fire performance only shot and killed less than a hundred Lei Ze cavalry.

The vast majority of the cavalry fell under the firepower harvest of artillery and rotary machine cannons; they didn't even deserve to see the human infantry formation that could remain calm even when the enemy charged to their front. Most of the surviving knights were gathered and picked off by rifles; the accuracy and power of Qingming's new rifles were greatly improved, and the lethality of ordinary infantry within a hundred zhang increased greatly. Finally, a little bit of leftovers were left for the Ancestral Shaman warriors; after the Ancestral Shaman warriors finished their archery performance, they were too embarrassed to dance and brag.

Seeing the left wing was stable, Wei Yuan adjusted the direction of the infantry cannons again, forming a barrage in front of his own cavalry, and then led the Dragon Wing heavy cavalry to chase closely, killing into the Lei Ze main army.

After the Dragon Wing heavy cavalry killed into the Shaman formation that had already been blown into a mess by artillery fire, they didn't swing their machetes, but used short-barreled shotgun guns to shoot everywhere, and large patches of iron bullets knocked the Shaman tribe soldiers down in groups.

This batch of ammunition was specially manufactured, with poison specially prepared by Sun Yu added inside. Sun Yu had been in Qingming for several years, and since he knew Xu Wenwu, he had also learned surgery, microscopic observation, and even the set of analyzing micro-material structures.

After handling thousands of Shaman tribe living bodies and thoroughly studying more than a hundred Shaman tribe variants, Sun Yu had a deep understanding of the Shaman tribe's nerves, meridians, pulse wheels, dantian, acupoints, heaven and earth three channels, etc., and then researched this brand-new nerve poison, named Heavenly Mourning Powder.

Heavenly Mourning Powder has an effect on more than eighty percent of Shaman tribe variants; it is not fatal, and there is only one effect, which is continuous, unbearable pain. According to Sun Yu, it is roughly seven or eight times the pain of pouring strong alcohol on a wound.

This time was the first time Heavenly Mourning Powder appeared on the battlefield, and it was indeed extraordinary, worthy of such a glorious and shining name; as long as the Shaman tribe warriors suffered a little injury, they would fall to the ground on the spot, and there was basically no possibility of fighting again with injuries.

Lei Dong stared fixedly at Wei Yuan, his eyes spitting fire; at this moment, the military aura of his own side was scattered, and even the altar could not suppress it. At this time, the magic blade behind him urged Lei Dong to go forward to fight Wei Yuan to the death, but Lei Dong hesitated.

He was also a Son of Luck on the opposite side; the two sides had briefly fought before, and Lei Dong's soul was almost pecked away by that strange bird, which had already left a heavy psychological shadow.

Furthermore, he had already become familiar with the fighting style of the Son of Luck. As a Son of Luck, the opponent would either make this or that mistake, or his own side would have many people fighting one, in short, the advantage was established before the fight even started. And letting him fight fairly, Lei Dong suddenly became afraid; how long had it been since he seriously fought with someone?

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The magic blade urged constantly, saying that with me here, you won't suffer, which finally gave Lei Dong some confidence. However, Wei Yuan seemed to know what he was thinking and first pulled out a crimson long sword and shook it.

The crimson immortal sword seemed to sense the existence of the magic knife, and its light suddenly flourished; a crimson light shot straight into the sky, as if demonstrating and challenging the enemies in all directions.

The magic blade's arrogance dropped instantly.

Lei Dong never expected that the magic blade would have a time when it was honest, so he immediately dismissed the idea of fighting Wei Yuan to the death. He then coldly said: "See you on the battlefield tomorrow! I will leave the remnants of your vanguard for one more day, waiting for you to save them."

Lei Dong's long-lost luck finally played a role; the roaring artillery fire gradually subsided, and all fifty trucks of shells brought by Wei Yuan were fired.

But Lei Dong did not take the opportunity to counterattack, but took the opportunity to retreat.

Watching the Shaman army retreating like a tide, Wei Yuan shook his head, knowing that this guy was finished.

(End of chapter)