Chapter 504: Pure Strength

Seeing the prince furrow his brow, the nearby royal guards quickly slowed their steps, habitually forming a formation and assuming defensive postures while whispering,

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"The situation's off; I sense a human presence, and there are quite a few…"

A Xibao kept a composed expression, scanned the surroundings, and finally fixed his gaze on a clearly man‑made mountain path not far away.

"Hmph, didn't we just pass through a valley? Report to the whole army, ambush them!"

"Understood!"

One can only say these hundreds of elite truly live up to the reputation of the grassland wolf clan's royal guard, moving like rain and wind.

Thus, after only a brief moment, when the Silla troops entered this forest, not a single silhouette remained visible.

But the saying still holds: never underestimate heroes of the world.

Last night the Silla failed to catch the werewolf's tail because the werewolf deliberately toyed with them, keeping a fairly safe distance.

But now they're lying in ambush ahead; if the Silla still walk in foolishly…

Then stop bragging about being the world's top cosmic superpower; just dig a pit and bury yourselves.

So when they were still five hundred meters from the valley, inside the infantry fighting vehicle, the intelligence officer seated by the window next to General Zheng suddenly spoke up.

"Report, General, the situation ahead is abnormal!"

Interestingly, and sadly, she is a girl who has been blind since birth.

With her pretty looks and terrifying talent, she played a pitiable blind woman in a literary film, becoming a modestly famous actress and earning the favor of a talent agency under the Park family.

However, just as she finally secured decent resources and ad endorsements, on the brink of a career launch, she was forced to "let go" and coolly starred in a few comedy projects that mocked her disability throughout.

Now, although these three movies grossed more than the previous literary film thirty times over, achieving huge commercial success and raking in piles of cash for the company and investors,

the price was that the three films completely burned away her aura, leaving her background and energy questioned as a script, her fanbase collapsing, and her acting career sputtering out.

Good news: through shady means, you extracted three times the commercial value of your original acting career.

Bad news: that threefold commercial value belongs to others; you're just kneeling for alms.

And those who can make money are called workers; those who can't are called cost‑cutting reserve!

Thus she was about to receive an ultimatum from the company: either be shelved or go to EastJapan to blaze a new trail.

Little did anyone know that the arrival of Double Moon Struggle would instead rescue her from despair and usher in a second spring.

Indeed, she gained a scent talent surpassing human limits, joined the military, and just now smelled the werewolf's scent.

"Report to the whole army, halt!"

Although the Silla's tactical command and military literacy can't handle complex maneuvers like tactical interleaving, basic fire coverage is still achievable.

Thus under General Zheng's command, the Silla forces didn't foolishly rush into the werewolf's encirclement; instead they found a suitable nearby high ground, quickly deployed, and set up an artillery position.

"What does this mean?"

Unfortunately, although A Xibao is clever, the war has just ended, production barely resumed, and many areas of the once chaotic grassland remain isolated.

So even though he has been trying hard to investigate and obtain information—wishing he could seize tongues at the border for interrogation—his knowledge of the Pioneers is still limited.

Moreover, A Xibao had never witnessed the Pioneers' "might"; in fact, had it not been for Khan's ruthless, indiscriminate use of poison gas bombs, he would have crossed this officially governed zone unharmed.

Consequently, though naturally suspicious, he instinctively sensed the other side's move was ill‑intent, perhaps they had discovered him. Yet the whole operation proceeded smoothly, and his youth still made him a bit complacent.

But that moment of hesitation prevented him from leading his clan out of the ambush in time, and allowed the humans to gradually shift their cannons.

Thus.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Bad!"

Now A Xibao need not warn them; seeing the dangerous black shadow falling from the sky, the werewolves shrieked and bolted, fearing it would land on their heads.

However, the enemies were especially enraged; this time the Silla hurled everything that could be launched, even bringing out the early‑beta grenade launchers.

Under such saturated fire, in the small valley they could hardly find any shelter, forced to rely on their gear, weapons, and even their own bodies to resist.

When the shells landed, crackling and exploding, the massive shockwaves and tremors shook the entire valley.

In an instant the werewolves felt like huge clay pots in a giant's hand, being tossed upside down and unable to stand.

Even trying to discern their orientation was impossible, as the nonstop explosions scrambled their minds, leaving them stumbling like headless flies.

Although the artillery barrage came and went quickly, the Silla only fired three rounds before halting due to the limited shells.

But the valley was left in ruins, soil upheaved, trees snapped, boulders shattered—a complete mess.

And the reason firearms couldn't heavily wound the wolf guard was simply that the caliber was insufficient.

Now the projectiles hitting their heads are bowl‑sized shells; if they don't shatter bone and tendon soon, it's unacceptable.

Consequently, the hundreds of wolf guard suffered heavy losses, heroic fragments scattering everywhere like a celestial maiden scattering petals.

Even those who barely survived were terrified, deafened, some blinded by shrapnel, losing combat ability.

Yet chaos births heroes, so amid the smoke‑filled, blood‑splattered battlefield, a legendary bomb‑resistant king still stands unshaken.

It was the wolf prince A Xibao, brandishing a mithril‑inlaid steel shield that covered himself and the wolf soldiers behind him.

Surveying the surrounding carnage, he still couldn't grasp how these humans suddenly became so formidable; weren't they the ones he'd previously mocked like monkeys?

Could it be…

Could this be the so‑called tanks and artillery the traveling merchant mentioned?

Reputation tends to distort as it spreads, so A Xibao previously didn't believe such terrifying weapons existed in this world.

After all, it requires no magic, no talent, not even a level—once learned, anyone can wield this dreadful weapon…

How could it possibly exist! (rumble)

Having seen the Pioneers' firearms and withstanding a few shots with his flesh, he became utterly convinced.

Heh, this is merely the weak fearing the strong like tigers—nothing to dread!

But it turned out to be real, and scarier than rumors; hundreds of elites became broken soldiers in a heartbeat.

He immediately regretted chopping that sheep-man with one blow back then; if he had kept him nearby and asked a couple more questions, he might not have suffered such a huge loss today!

But.

So what?

A Xibao threw down his shield and pointed far out toward the valley.

"You all retreat first, go over there and wait for me; I'll go and come back quickly!"

No werewolf dared to block him, because suffering a loss is not the nature of the steppe werewolf clan.

As a prince, the face A Xibao lost must be retrieved by his own hand; that is the rule!

After driving his personal guards to retreat into the distance, he then drew again that heavy, broad saw-toothed blade as wide as a door panel.

With his subordinates no longer restrained and no legion needing his command, he was completely free of all bonds.

Thus he instantly unleashed his full combat power; a light tap of his foot sent him shooting toward the distant artillery position like a cannonball.

What damn tank cannons—they can only bully low-level newbies of thirty or forty; now let you see the strength of a seventieth-level expert!

But the Silla people at this moment knew nothing of it, still happily celebrating their perfect bombardment.

Hehe, these werewolves were beaten so badly they dropped their armor and fled; this victory is surely ours!

"Wolves are just wolves; how could they possibly surpass human wisdom?"

"I've already recorded this scene; I'm going to slap those arrogant Tianzhu People hard in the face!"

"Haha, human technology is invincible..."

Boom—

However, before he finished speaking, they heard another loud boom.

Moreover, this time it wasn't far off in the valley, but right nearby.

???

Everyone quickly turned their gaze and discovered that a field cannon had tipped over.

Never mind how odd this tip-over is; just saying, the effect is excessively brutal—even the sturdy iron barrel bent like a plastic straw.

"What's going on?"

The Silla people, faces blank, guessed whether the field cannon itself had malfunctioned and exploded its barrel, or the gunner had accidentally detonated the ammunition crate.

But less than ten seconds later, the high ground was hit by a second loud boom.

And this time the effect was even more terrifying; if the previous cannon had been knocked over by a mischievous child, this one was as if someone had grabbed it and slammed it hard to the ground.

Not only did the barrel and carriage disintegrate on the spot, but the barrel itself flew out, wobbling as it spun, causing several unlucky soldiers to be smashed like dumplings, their filling bursting out.

By this point, even the dullest soldier could tell something was wrong.

"Enemy!"

And the scout, who had been breathing to his limit to catch more scents, directly spoke out the newcomer's identity.

"General! I smell a very sharp werewolf scent; it must be that werewolf prince..."

But knowing that, what can you do? Can you even catch him?

After all, if A Xibao were charging head-on, even if the Silla people were cowardly and stupid, they would surely have mustered men to concentrate fire and launch a counterattack.

But the deadly part is his incredible speed—he is truly a poisonous wolf of the steppe.

The players didn't even see his shadow before the third field cannon was smashed outright, its heavy barrel crushing a group of soldiers.

Just like a little monkey, when panicked people instinctively seek safety from companions, so the soldiers subconsciously wanted to huddle together.

"Careful!"

"Everyone, back to back, watch each other!"

"Gather together, quick!"

But can a group of flesh-and-blood bodies, even if some are twentieth or thirtieth-level professionals, really be sturdier than a war machine forged of steel?

Naturally, in that "bang!", they got to fully immerse themselves in the world of *The Boys*, experiencing how an unlucky passerby was hit by a drug‑fueled locomotive and left with only a pair of hands.

"No, scatter, don't huddle, scatter! Run!"

Amid the colorful, brilliant blood rain, General Zheng could no longer ponder strategy; he could only shout out orders urgently.

However, in this slaughter, no orders were of any use; all they could do was watch the werewolf chief shuttle back and forth across their position, plowing the ground.

First the field cannons were knocked over one by one, then the grenade launchers were all crushed, and finally the rocket launchers were smashed flat.

Soldiers grazed by him were torn apart on the spot; only those who moved quickly enough to dive into the infantry fighting vehicles managed to escape.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Although saying this truly sounds a bit funny, the principle currently followed by all national official forces is "materials over people."

There's nothing to be done—who made it so that in the game, when a person dies they can truly respawn, but if gear is lost, who knows how long it would take to craft it by hand?

So whether infantry fighting vehicles or tanks, they no longer bothered with the soldiers who hadn't gotten aboard; upon receiving the order, they just drove off.

But you want to flee—can you actually get away?

In fact, by doing this they actually saved those ordinary soldiers who had already been killed and scattered in flight.

Because A Xibao's hatred was locked directly onto them, damn it, he went straight after them together!

Thus the soldiers who had originally been abandoned ruthlessly and were about to curse loudly, seeing this, shut their mouths and instantly switched to praising mode.

"Thank you, General, this saved us a level—loyalty! fidelity!"

General Zheng: "Ah Xibao, why are you chasing us to fight?!"

And the general who was being praised by them had gone red‑eyed with rage, for through the glass he could clearly see a black silhouette sprinting wildly behind the convoy.

"Damned humans, none of you can escape!"

After slaughtering nearly a thousand players in succession, his murderous aura almost solidifying, A Xibao finally uttered his first human words after raising the slaughter blade.

At this moment his body had swollen into a muscular giant, and he had regained the quadrupedal gait of a beast; each step he took could emit a thunderous roar.

And before the words had even finished, it slammed hard into that infantry fighting vehicle which, because it ignited last, was running at the rear.