I just covet their strength

Chapter 149 If they dare to attack, they will be defeated.
When the fierce winds caused by Westhead gradually subsided, a scene that made everyone speechless appeared before them:
The originally grey and scorched plain was now covered with a thin layer of flesh paste, with tiny pieces of body parts scattered everywhere and a strong smell of blood invading the place, making it look like a scene from purgatory.

But the good news is that the Qinghui Army should not have to clean up the battlefield, because Long Lei is gradually devouring these corpses, slowly and resolutely, and every bit of flesh, blood and bone will dissipate like ashes.

Under the clear sky, countless red ashes and sparks were blown up on the gray plain by the aftermath of the storm. They drifted aimlessly in the air until they turned into lightless dust.

The instigator of this scene was half-kneeling on a hill made of monster corpses, leaning on his sword, with his head lowered and gasping for breath.

Lord Qinghui, with black hair and purple eyes, wearing shadow-fire light armor, just stood there quietly like a sculpture, as if the crazy killing just now had nothing to do with him.

The dizziness brought by the rapid rotation came like waves, making Westhead almost vomit. But on the other hand, the feedback of tearing his body apart with the sword and devouring his flesh and blood with the dragon thunder was so pleasurable that he trembled all over.

"Huh, huh-"

Shaking his head, Westhead managed to stand up with the help of Myvana, his breath sparking.

"Ahem, ahem, if there's another wave I won't be able to hold on. I'll have to rely on you."

Westhead looked at Miss Knight and said.

Myvana nodded, "No problem, but it looks like there won't be any more demonic tides."

The lady knight looked towards the edge of the Bright Forest. Two waves of magic came one after another. Even if the number of Chaos troops was truly endless, it would take time to dispatch them.

"Oh, what a pity."

Westhead felt quite regretful, then realized that it was the influence of his bloodthirsty instinct. He immediately calmed down for a few seconds, forcibly suppressed the killing instinct in his body, shook his head, and turned back.

As soon as he entered the base, he was greeted by deafening cheers.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"The master is invincible!"

"Long live Qinghui!"

"Long live!!"

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People all admire the strong, especially the strong who stand on their side. After waking up from the shock caused by the sword storm, the Qinghui warriors did not have the hesitation and fear they had after the first battle.

The joy of victory has occupied their entire mind.

Whether they were veteran guard members or young warriors, they all looked at the bloody Lord Qinghui with fanatical eyes and fell into worship of their leader.

Only Yurda seemed happy and sad. She walked to Westhead and whispered:

"Brother, are you a little bit out of your element?"

Whose fighting style would be so brutal?
There was no elegance in the killing, and the pure violent aesthetics made even the Yonglan Knight call him an expert.

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To be honest, it's really hard to answer Westhead's question. After all, he really has all kinds of elements now.

There is the [Withered Glory Sun] of the Holy Tree series, the [Dragon Soul Furnace] of the Dragon God series, the [Knight's Hundred Arts] of the Yonglan series, and even the [Shadow Life] of the Great Demon.

".Don't be so bad, [Yu Jiao Jie] is so important, what would I do without this talent (good reading)"

"Really? Becoming stronger is certainly a good thing, but brother, you must not forget your roots."

Westhead felt that Yulda was being a little noisy, so he waved his hand and frowned:

"Is it fun for you to dwell on this? Why don't you go and count the casualties and losses this time, rest as soon as possible, and be ready to fight the next wave of attacks at any time."

"Yes!"

Yuerda was only giving a reminder out of consideration for Qinghui's direct lineage. After all, anyone could see that Westhead had a tendency to disregard tradition, but the white-haired girl knew the priorities better and immediately took the order to prepare for the reorganization of the defense line.

When facing the impact of chaos for the first time, the defense line was not complete and many facilities did not have time to be built.

As long as we give it a little more time, there will be more defenders, stronger shields and barriers, and more intense firepower.

If Chaos dares to attack again, it will be defeated!

However, in the following days, no demonic waves attacked the defense line. This was very rare, because usually when Chaos monsters felt threatened by Order creatures, they would immediately fight back, and never hesitate.

Westhead's idea was to lure the monsters out of the Bright Forest and consume as much of the enemy's manpower as possible in the defensive battle on the advantageous terrain.

But according to the information obtained from Hecas, there is a [God of the Turbid World] entrenched in the Bright Forest. If he really has a brain, then maybe he will really command the monsters under his command to stay put.

No, judging from the results of the reconnaissance, the Army of Chaos did not stand still. Instead, it simply ignored the Pure Light Legion and intensified its offensive against the Bright Forest.

Regardless of the cost, they sent monsters to crash into the barrier held up by the Holy Spirit and died, showing a willingness to take the Holy Spirit as soon as possible even if all of them died.

"Is my intention so obvious? Are you sure I must take the initiative? This is a trap you've set for me to fall into."

Westhead immediately understood what the Devourer was thinking, but what was even more infuriating was that he actually fell into the trap.

I had to fall into the trap.

As soon as he approached the Bright Forest, Lord Qinghui began to receive crazy distress signals from the Bright Holy Spirit.

"Woo, woo, woo! Child, come and save me! Help, help, help, help!"

"The ugly guy outside suddenly became so fierce, rushing towards us recklessly, and didn't stop no matter how many people died!"

“I can’t hold on any longer. I’m dying. I’m dying.”

If someone else said this, Westhead would think that they were deliberately exaggerating the difficulties to gain help, but as the Holy Spirit, he had to believe it.

Due to his strong doubts about the level of the Holy Spirit of Purity, Westhead didn't dare to gamble at all. No one knew whether the God of Wilderness had any hidden cards. If the Holy Spirit's defense was broken, the consequences would be disastrous.

"We have to take the initiative to attack the Bright Forest."

Westhead did not hesitate and immediately made the decision to go deep into the Bright Forest to carry out purification operations.

Everyone had no objection to this. Their goal was to liberate the Holy Spirit of Purity. They could not keep fighting with Chaos. Chaos monsters did not need logistical supplies, so they would definitely not be able to outlast them by outlasting them.

The best way to fight against chaos is always to take the initiative and purify the chaotic realm. Only in the land of order will chaos suffer irreversible losses.

However, there is a little controversy over the specific deployment.

"The Vanguard only needs two."

Westhead said to everyone:

"Me and Mivana. Before we eliminate the monsters and purify the erosion, everyone else can only wait and see and not advance rashly."

"!!!"

Yuerda immediately objected: "Brother? This is too dangerous. How can we let the leader be in the most dangerous place!"

Westhead: "Wrong! It's because of the leader that we have to lead by example! Who else can shoulder this responsibility except the two of us?"

"What's more, we are not afraid of the number of low-level monsters. If high-level monsters appear, it will be useless for you to follow us. It will only increase casualties."

Knowing that the enemy was likely to set an ambush, Westhead would certainly not be so foolish as to lead his large army to fight, especially when the Qinghui Legion was now very vulnerable. The slightest mistake would result in the entire army being wiped out.

It is better to use yourself as bait and step on the trap set by the Devourer. It must be stepped on. Either let the legions under your command die, or go to the danger yourself. There is no other way.

The current recovery activity is purely supported by the purification function of the Shadow Life and the Chaos Special Attack. In order to reduce the casualties of his own side as much as possible, Westhead is destined to take the heaviest task.

Qinghui Gong overcame all objections and forced his own plan through.

"Myvana, will you come with me?"

Finally, Westhead sought the Knight's opinion. He had already explained to Myvana what he was going to do. To be frank, it was no different from suicide.

The wolf-eared girl with purple-black long hair was silent for a moment, then twitched her furry animal ears and looked at Westhead with her beautiful golden eyes resolutely:

"Please allow me to accompany you on this brave and heroic act."

"This is also to fulfill my moral responsibility."

(End of this chapter)