Chapter 560: God Burial Coffin

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The light of the Commander's Register shone upon the grey stone platform.

A bronze coffin lay across the Human Tribulation Platform, its entire body dark and sombre, radiating a bleak, ancient aura that made one uneasy.

"How do we deal with this thing?"

Li Yuan circled the bronze coffin several times; regarding something so clearly beyond his control, he was genuinely wary.

"A quasi-seventeenth-tier, Dao-treasure-grade coffin… according to the little mother dragon, within Tian Shi Yuan there is one and only one Dao-treasure

Wu Yu ordered the cavalry to the front, the shield infantry to the rear, and archers on both flanks to clear the way at range.

The Turks were, after all, a brave and battle-hardened people; though the attack had caught them off guard and they were somewhat rushed, they soon organised small charging formations to strike head-on at the attackers.

The rear ranks sounded a deep, long gathering horn, and large numbers of men and horses swarmed together like maddened bees into a hive, attempting to form a long serpent formation.

But Wu Yu's force had already plunged fully into the midst of the enemy army; one by one, Turks came hurtling at them like vengeful ghosts, as if meaning to tear them apart and swallow them whole.

Perhaps seeing this very point, the Turkish horns blared even louder, and for a moment morale soared!

At that very moment—"CLANG!!!"—an earth-shaking thunderous roar rang out as several thousand cavalry simultaneously hauled in their reins, their bodies leaning sideways off their mounts, fusing into a single unified formation, and executed a dazzling great wheel-about!

Several thousand iron-blooded warriors, like tigers charging down the mountain, tore Adal's not-yet-fully-gathered formation to shreds!

The vigorous gale kicked up dust across the sky; two tremendous forces crashed into each other with a thunderous boom—men roaring, ten thousand horses screaming...

A lean, wiry cavalryman bellowed, levelled his spear, and spurred his horse, leading several dozen men into the thick of the encirclement, charging left and right, intending to throw the enemy's ranks into total disarray. Over a hundred men instantly surrounded them, their eyes brimming with bone-corroding killing intent!

The Turkish soldiers raised their blades and hacked over. Su Chen and his party struck vital points with the speed of a sudden thunderbolt. The soldiers who had closed in let out a series of shrill, ghastly screams, followed by the chaotic sounds of bodies hitting the ground.

Blades with rolled edges lay all over the ground, and the several dozen soldiers sprawled on their backs each bore wounds, curled up on the earth unable to crawl.

He raised his long spear, fixed his gaze on the men around him watching him like tigers. The desolation of moments ago was gone from his face; instead, a bloodthirsty killing intent rose within him···

From beside his ear came a soldier's great shout: "Centurion, look out!"

A dark arrow, riding the wind, shot swiftly toward Su Chen. He instinctively flattened himself against his horse's back and twisted his upper body aside. The searing pain in his left arm did not make him retreat a single inch; instead it lent him more bloodlust and exhilaration.

"Hssst!" With a single sound he wrenched out the arrow, then quickly spurred his horse to the front again to engage the enemy; wherever his long spear swept, a swath of men fell.

Fresh blood soaked the green grass and yellow sand...

By his own strength alone, he forced several dozen Turks around him to dare not advance!

Blood stained his face and armour alike, so that one could no longer make out what his features had looked like. Wound after wound did not make him retreat a single step; instead, it only made him fight all the more fiercely!

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy fled with their hands over their heads, he charged toward Adal's position. Wu Yu read his intent and ordered the captains on either side, "Li Dashan, Wang Shu—stick to them!"

The two of them wheeled their horses about and bellowed at the men behind them, "Follow me!"

The two small detachments pursued with all their might, the captains' roars constantly ringing out around them.

"Faster!"

"Faster!!"

"Faster!!!"

Just when they were still ten zhang from the target, Su Chen clamped his legs tight against his horse's belly and pushed the speed to the limit!

He paid no heed at all to the enemy's attacks, suddenly leaping up from his horse's back. He let his left shoulder meet the long spear Adal thrust at him, while the dagger glinting coldly in his right hand stabbed desperately toward the foe···

Adal was stabbed in the neck; his massive body swayed several times before crashing to the ground, blood gushing out and swallowing his head. He was dead!

Everywhere the eye looked was devastation—swords, spears, and armour scattered across the ground; the tattered Turkish battle banners; wisps of gun-smoke rising here and there. A deathly, mournful stillness shrouded the mangled corpses and severed limbs of soldiers on both sides, exuding a shocking, blood-chilling stench.

Su Chen too had fallen···

He tried to raise his hand, wanting to wipe the

blood from his face, then gave up. The firelight shone on the blood-soaked ground, a red so dazzling it nearly blinded his eyes.

The pitch-black firmament was strewn with stars, as if he saw again his little sister's chubby little hand reaching toward the night sky, grabbing, grabbing, then placing it into his and their mother's palm, whispering, "Shh... the stars are asleep."

Yes, back then... Mother was still here.

Without his noticing, teardrops slid quietly down, melting into the blood-red earth!

He slipped into darkness...

···

Over there, seeing Adal fall, Wu Yu seized the moment and roared, "Adal is dead!"

The army's morale surged; in unison they shouted, "Adal is dead!!!"

The uproar shook the heavens...

The Turkish soldiers lost their backbone, and their formation collapsed into utter chaos! Every one of them cast off helmet and armour, scrambling across the Mang River to flee for their lives.

Once they retreated, there was no stemming the rout; the Turks who drowned alone numbered over five thousand!

Grand General Wei Wei Jinzhi ordered a pursuit to press the victory!

In one stroke they pushed to the far bank of the Mang River, facing off against the enemy across Mount Ale.

The youth on the bed had cracked lips, not a trace of colour on his face, his whole body wrapped in bandages, a spearhead still lodged in his shoulder, the aura of death wreathing him entirely.

Wu Yu roared in fury, "Old Liu, why hasn't my brother woken up yet!"

"You blockhead!" Liu Mu spat at him.

"Tell me straight—do you actually know how to treat people or not!"

"He took over a dozen cuts, lost too much blood..." Liu Mu had not finished speaking when he was cut off.

"All you do is spout useless crap—would I need you to treat him if he weren't hurt?"

Liu Mu couldn't be bothered with him and simply went off to tidy his precious medicine chest.

The moment Wu Yu saw the old man's attitude, his temper shot up like a sky-rocketing monkey and exploded in an instant!

He spread the five fingers of his great hand, twisted Liu Mu's head around, and made him face him～

This thoroughly enraged the old man. His short, thick finger jabbed hard at Wu Yu's belly, "Pull out the spearhead and he'll die on the spot—how is he supposed to wake up!... How is he supposed to wake up!!... How is he supposed to wake up...!!!"

His grizzled beard bristled up and down, and paired with his round, plump figure—sigh～it really couldn't be called imposing.

"Laozi doesn't care what method you use; if you don't do your duty, I'll go fetch the Great General!"

"You ruffian..."

Liu Mu, teeth bared in rage, retorted, "Even if you bring Wei Wei Jinzhi here, I won't fear you!"

"Military Inspector!"

The sound of salutes from outside the tent interrupted their quarrel.

Wei Shuo strode in with long, purposeful steps.

"Military Inspector!" Wu Yu and Liu Mu clasped their fists in salute.

Wei Shuo waved a hand to dismiss the formality, walked straight to the bedside, and furrowed his brows in surprise. "This... this is still a child!"

This fierce young general was merely a boy of ten-odd years...

The corners of his eyes grew slightly hot.

Having spent half his life on campaign, he had seen too many soldiers fall, too many men grievously wounded yet still gripping their steel blades to fight the enemy; even in his dreams, it was iron horses and frozen rivers, and now he could not suppress the bitterness welling up.

He forced his tiger-like eyes wide open and struggled to steady his emotions.

"Old Liu, how is this child's condition?"

"Too much blood has been lost. If we pull the spear out now, within half a quarter-hour he will..."

"I have already fed him a Blood-Replenishing Pill. The earliest he can wake is three days from now; that way, his chances of surviving are slightly higher." Liu Mu also turned his head to glare at Wu Yu.

Hearing this, Wei Shuo rejoiced greatly, took three steps as two to reach him, gripped his shoulder with a hand like an iron clamp, then looked at him carefully. "What are your odds?"

Uh~ Liu Mu stared at the claw on his shoulder, nearly going mad. Why did these people always lay hands on him at the slightest provocation!!!

Is it still possible to fetch Wei Wei Jinzhi back to Chi Yu Pass now...

He stroked his beard, raised three fingers, and spoke with utmost seriousness:

"Thirty percent!" he muttered under his breath. For an old man, a slip of the tongue is normal...

Wei Shuo eyed his round, plump figure with suspicion; years of leading troops told him this old fellow wasn't telling the truth!

Instead, he felt a wave of relief. He had racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what had offended this old divine physician, yet his fingers unconsciously tightened even more...

The tall, majestic, and awe-inspiring Marquis of Loyal Valor looked down at Liu Mu with slight puzzlement.

Shi Shi Zuzu shorter than him by two heads, the military physician Liu...

Uh... tilting his head back, eyes round as saucers, his mind raced like ten thousand galloping horses!