Chapter 865: Sweeping Through Ten Thousand Armies

Boom—boom—boom…

Five Bolt Guns roared thunderously and fired simultaneously; the massive gunfire could be heard throughout Banbei City, like continuous thunder, and residents near the palace had to cover their ears.

Within an instant, dozens of massive Explosive Shells flew over more than three hundred meters and struck the target.

"My lord, ten thousand victories!"

The Ban Erkou priests atop the massive mammoth statue shouted in unison, each deploying a pale black shield that linked together, forming a wall‑like protective layer in front of the mammoth statue, promptly blocking the attack.

As priests of the Black Emperor, they are unaffected within the Fear Domain and can still wield the Black Emperor's Divine Technique.

The "Conqueror's Shield" not only deflects attacks but also resists magical energy, and instills fear in any enemy that touches it. On the battlefield, a side blessed by Ban Erkou priests need only charge to the enemy's front; the opponent's morale collapses instantly, making victory inevitable.

This is the courage that lets them charge against the Extreme Warriors.

Bang—bang—bang—bang…

The Explosive Shells slammed into the black shields and detonated, countless high‑temperature electric flames and shockwaves overlapping; instantly the black shields quivered, yet they ultimately held.

The Black Emperor priests sustaining the Divine Technique were first elated, thinking "My lord's Divine Technique is indeed powerful." Before the thought could settle, their faces turned pale. After only two or three breaths, their soul power was drained by more than half, as if violently siphoned, making it impossible to continue.

"Charge!"

"Charge to their front, and we win!"

"In the name of the Black Emperor, crush them!"

The Ban Erkou priests gritted their teeth and shouted wildly, brandishing the ruling whips that signify their priesthood, beating the mammoth beneath them with frantic force; the whips not only strike the body but also pierce the spirit. In pain, the mammoth surged forward, its speed pushed to the extreme.

Hundreds of Super Sun Legion knights followed behind, riding fully‑armed towering warhorses, using the high wall formed by the mammoths as a shield, gripping their spears tightly as they charged.

Only four or five seconds.

The mammoth surged forward a short distance, yet it was still nearly two hundred meters from the Extreme Warriors.

The Bolt Gun's fire never ceased for a second, continuously bombarding the Conqueror's Shield; within a few seconds it discharged two to three hundred projectiles.

One Explosive Shell's power equals a Ten‑ring Spell.

Within seconds, the shield upheld by several legendary Ban Erkou priests endured two to three hundred Ten‑ring Spells. Moreover, aided by the fire‑control systems of their powered armor, the Extreme Warriors' shots were highly concentrated, almost all striking the same point.

The Conqueror's Shield shook violently, like a rag torn in a raging storm.

Can't hold!

The leading Ban Erkou priest was a legendary Mid-stage; witnessing the scene filled him with utter despair. His soul power was nearly exhausted, and the other Ban Erkou priests had long been depleted, relying on overdrawn life force to stay alive.

Even so it was useless; the Conqueror's Shield couldn't last until they reached the enemy's front.

At that moment, cracks appeared on the shield.

It's over!

The Ban Erkou priests' faces turned pale; before they could react, the whistling high‑speed projectiles instantly pierced the collapsing shield, blasting them apart.

More than a dozen Ban Erkou priests were killed almost instantly.

The Conqueror's Shield vanished completely.

The bullets that killed the Ban Erkou priests detonated, terrifying high‑temperature electric flames sweeping the surroundings; the mammoth's flesh and blood flew everywhere, emitting cries of agony. Yet their suffering lasted only briefly; more Explosive Shells rained down, easily piercing their rock‑hard skin and then exploding within their brains and bodies.

The mammoth statues at the front thundered down; before even hitting the ground, their bodies shattered into countless fragments.

Instantaneously, the Super Sun Legion knights were exposed to the muzzles.

These elite knights, empowered by Divine Technique, were fearless, trampling the mammoth's flesh as they kept charging, yet their boldness could not alter reality.

Gunfire roared.

The bullet storm rained down on them; their once‑sturdy enchanted armor crumbled like paper, instantly shredded into fragments. Each Explosive Shell pierced several knights and warhorses in succession before detonating, the high‑temperature electric flames sweeping the area and killing all nearby knights.

Five Extreme Warriors sprayed sideways; wherever their barrels pointed, the Super Sun Legion knights fell in massive waves like wheat being cut.

At that moment, flesh and blood seemed especially fragile.

The Empire Legion on Eight-Leaf Plaza witnessed a scene they would never forget; hundreds of high‑speed charging knights seemed to slam into an invisible massive wall.

Moreover, it was a moving giant wall that pushed back against the knights, crushing them into fragments.

Anyone standing before this colossal wall—regardless of their extraordinary vocation, personal strength, even if legendary and clad in superb magical gear—was instantly pulverized, blood and flesh scattering, then incinerated to ash by high‑temperature flames.

In less than ten seconds, the invisible wall rolled up to the gates of Xiwa Ji Palace.

No matter how many troops surged out of the gates, they were marching to their deaths; even those who stayed behind the gates, merely exposed to the muzzles, could not escape.

Behind the palace gates became a dead zone.

The Extreme Warriors fired while sprinting, preparing to charge into the palace.

"Close!"

"Qian Berrui, close the palace passage immediately, now!" Vikramatia II ordered anxiously, his voice both startled and angry, yet his reaction was swift.

Before the Extreme Warriors breached the palace, the passage on the protective shield vanished; the Bolt Gun's shots on it only produced ripples.

A Fear Domain that can even repel Ten‑ring Spells is simply beyond the Bolt Gun's ability to break.

The Extreme Warriors ceased firing.

The same battle unfolded outside each of the palace's four gates, with identical outcomes. In less than half a minute, the area beyond the palace was littered with broken corpses; over two thousand Super Sun Legion members seemed tossed into a meat grinder, their blood staining the ground, then vaporizing under intense heat, leaving only a dark‑red charred earth as proof they once lived.

In Flaniss Floating City, Eight-Leaf Plaza fell silent.

All Empire Legion forces fell silent.

They had never witnessed such a scene; it could no longer be called a battle, but a one‑sided massacre—twenty against two thousand!

An unsolvable combat method, flawless tactical execution…

Overwhelming destructive power, terrifying killing efficiency…

Everything completely upended the Empire Legion's understanding of war; the combat power displayed by the Extreme Legion dealt a severe shock to them, like a collective Mind Blast.

The Super Sun Legion of Gupita Kingdom was not weak; they had roamed the subcontinent for years and were even known within the Empire. Their class composition is comprehensive and distinctive; although their overall combat strength cannot match the Empire's four great legions, it is not far behind.

Now, with Black Emperor priests joining the Super Sun Legion, their battlefield strength has risen further.

Yet before the Extreme Legion, they are like lambs facing a dragon, not even able to clash, only to be trampled, crushed, and slaughtered!

Even a hundredfold numerical advantage would be of no use.

Swapping the Super Sun Legion for any Empire legion, even the most defensively strong Steel Knight Legion, makes no difference when facing the Extreme Warrior Corps.

Many of the Empire legions' transcendants turned pale, fear evident in their eyes.

The legion leaders also felt a tightness in their chests.

The existence of the Extreme Warrior Corps completely exceeded their imagination; they began to doubt the purpose of their own legion.

Twenty people can slaughter two thousand, and Banbei City has sixty Extreme Warriors.

Chairman Lei En alone can carry out a revenge operation.

What if there are two hundred Extreme Warriors?

People dare not imagine.

An Imperial senator who brings his family army into battle and seeks the Consul position trembles, his hands shaking, and says hoarsely: "Why does such a powerful legion exist in the world? If they're so mighty, why not attack the Abyss? What's the point of fighting us mortal armies?"

Many people heard the senator's words and silently agreed.

If the Extreme Warrior Corps numbered two hundred, they would have no match on the Prime Material Plane; any mortal army, regardless of size, would be meaningless against the Extreme Warrior Corps.

On the high platform, the three Holy Soul Wizards also stared at each other.

Tim*Kenan's expression was complicated; he shook his head and sighed softly, "I still underestimated the strength of the Extreme Warrior Corps…"

"This is only their ranged combat," the Storm Queen said in a deep voice.

Duke Silverstar nodded, "Yes…"

Even their ranged firepower is terrifying, and the Extreme Warrior Corps' close‑quarters combat is evidently even stronger; it's just that the Super Sun Legion couldn't get close enough to the Extreme Warriors to showcase their dreadful power and defense.

However, mortal legions that can force the Extreme Warriors into melee are fewer than a handful on the Prime Material Plane.

Only a Saint Rank strongman can defeat the Extreme Warrior Corps.

This young man…

Tim*Kenan glanced at Lei En, who was destroying the Ban'erkou Altars in Banbei City.

After emerging from that bank tower, he had already destroyed five altars, acting alone with efficiency surpassing the Extreme Warriors; his war hammer was unstoppable, no enemy could withstand a single blow, and sometimes one strike reduced both foe and altar to powder.

Boom— Boom— Boom—

Outside Shivaji Palace, massive gunfire roared again.

This time, the Extreme Warriors shot down sky‑borne Blue Sparrow Knights; earlier, their arrows bounced off the Extreme Warriors without leaving a trace.

The palace's shielded corridor closed, leaving over a thousand Blue Sparrow Knights outside.

They received the king's order to evacuate; the Extreme Warriors, of course, would not let them go, raising Bolt Guns skyward and firing as if at a shooting range—one shot per target—causing the beautiful emerald‑feathered Blue Sparrows and their riders to explode in the air, blood and flesh raining down.

"Scatter! Scatter quickly!"

"Don't cluster together, disperse!"

The Blue Sparrow Knights screamed in terror.

They had never been so desperate; their arrows hitting the enemy felt like scratching an itch, the foe didn't even bother to dodge, yet the enemy's retaliation was deadly—watching comrades explode one by one beside them, leaving no remains.

Each Blue Sparrow Knight was a noble descendant of the Guptha Kingdom, of lofty birth; after years of training and rigorous selection, they finally earned an emerald‑feathered Blue Sparrow, revered by the kingdom's common folk.

Now, however, they are being shot down one by one like wild chickens.

Fortunately, their regular training helped; they controlled the Blue Sparrow beneath them to disperse while flying erratically, dodging the invisible bullets.

At the same time, the long tail feathers of the emerald‑feathered Blue Sparrow fell off, each feather turning into a vivid illusion; the rider on its back also scattered rapidly in all directions.

This is the Blue Sparrow's survival ability; after activation its speed surges, but it harms the body, requiring two or three months to regrow the tail feathers.

Over a thousand Blue Sparrow Knights became four or five thousand, a dazzling sight.

Yet this tactic was useless against the Extreme Warriors.

The powered‑armor helmet display made the difference between the tail‑feather illusion and the real Blue Sparrow obvious: the body emitted a red heat glow, the illusion did not. The fire‑control system precisely assisted, a single shot vaporized the real Blue Sparrow, and when it died, the surrounding illusions vanished as well.

It looked as if an Extreme Warrior had shot down five or six Blue Sparrow Knights with one blast.

This made the Blue Sparrow Knights even more panicked and directionless.

Nevertheless, with over a thousand Blue Sparrow Knights—dozens of times more than the Extreme Warriors—once they scattered, the death rate finally slowed.

"GriffinLegion, engage!"

Tim*Kenan's command rang out in Flaniss Floating City.

Over ten thousand Griffin knights had already been itching to move, and they surged skyward from the plaza at once.

The sound of beating wings resembled a storm; though it seemed chaotic, each Griffin strictly followed its formation, covering the sky like a rapidly moving black cloud, emitting sharp whistles as they swooped from above onto the Blue Sparrow Knights.

Under Lei En's lead, the Extreme Warriors and Thundercast Celestial Soldiers have already destroyed two‑thirds of the Ban'erkou Altars, freeing most Banbei City residents from their suffering.

The Fear Domain was also greatly weakened, its interference with magic reduced.

In just a few more minutes the Fear Domain will be fully lifted; only half of Lei En's promised half‑hour has passed.

"We can begin!"

Tim*Kenan acted decisively, casting a rapid instant spell.

One after another, portals opened over Eight‑Leaf Plaza, their exit points scattered throughout Banbei City, and massive waves of Empire legions poured in.

Orders were issued simultaneously.

"Arcane Sword, Steel Knight Legion, Rick Guard, encircle Shivaji Palace; no enemy may escape from the palace."

"Storm Legion, seize all vital points in Banbei City—city gates, ports, banks, barracks, temples—no critical route may be missed; blockade the entire city, and anyone who dares to resist, whether or not a dark‑god follower, shall be slain without mercy!"

"All other legions…"

Tim*Kenan's gaze swept over the floating‑city forces and aristocratic private troops, murderous intent blazing on his face, and he shouted, "Turn Banbei City upside down, locate Luo Xi's Temple and its followers, and kill them all without hesitation!"

(End of chapter)