I just covet their strength

Chapter 154: Unparalleled, the First of Ten Thousand Armies

"Sir, your Excellency?"

"master?!"

Roy, who was covered in dust, brushed off the gravel on his face and looked at the figure that emerged from the smoke. It was the head of their clan.

"You guys stand down."

Without even turning his head, Westhead said, "You've held on well. Leave the rest to me."

Then he raised his head and observed everything in front of him——

Broken arrows were scattered in the mud. The large pits caused by magic cannons and spells covered almost every inch of land in front of the city wall. Slippery internal organs and broken pieces of flesh were everywhere. Blood mixed with various tiny bones and structural parts flowed everywhere, like small rivers flowing into it.

It was a scene from hell.

But Westhead has almost gotten used to it, as most of the battlefields he has experienced during this period are like this.

Taking a deep breath of the blood-filled air and watching all this, Westhead felt as if something in his body was activated, like the gears were wound up and the engine was filled with fuel. A desire for brutal killing generated from deep in his heart was rising, and his handsome face couldn't help but reveal a cold smile.

His eyes swept across the boundless demonic tide, from the lowest Chaos Eggs to the higher-level Wild Beast Vanguards, to the flocks of Owlbeast Bats dancing in the sky, and the giant scorpions emitting ruby ​​stings in the distance.
“I’m really angry right now.”

Lord Qinghui felt angrier than ever before. He almost never got angry, but this was one of the rare times when he was furious.

It was not only because of the disastrous consequences that this raid might cause, but also because he felt so frustrated at being put in such a passive position by the creature of chaos.

Although the main reason for this passivity is that Qinghui's military strength is too weak, with only a few people who can be considered combat-capable.

But I was still furious. Putting aside the facts, even if my gamble was 99% wrong, didn't Chaos have 1%? !

Damn it, you've already got a way to die!

Westhead's rage had to find an outlet, so the Bright People by the Ying River were fortunate enough to witness an unforgettable battle:

Their Lord faced the surging Chaos army alone, leaped high into the air, and then fell in the center of the Chaos army.

"Sh ...

Countless true red sword beams tore through the earth and scattered, like the natural enemies of chaotic creatures. Chaos eggs and fallen beasts died as soon as they touched them and turned into ashes in an instant.

The cracked blade light cleared an entire area in the Chaos Army, but this was not a sure kill at all, it was just Westhead's opening move to enter the arena.

Then Westhead began the one-sided slaughter. The low-level Chaos Monsters were just cannon fodder that he didn't even bother to even look at. They couldn't even last two seconds under the Flame of Extinction. The Dragon Soul Furnace wanted to devour more valuable targets.

For example, behind the Chaos army, there is the Chaos Corpse Witch who rides on a coffin and a chariot and looks like a dry skeleton.

These Chaos Spellcasters are ranked quite high in [Chaos Aspects], second only to [God of the Turbid World], but their own strength is too weak, so they are usually in the back position, pouring the wild power of chaos onto the battlefield.

Westhead strode straight towards these [Chaos Corpse Wizards].

The sharp blade wrapped in the flame of utter extinction swept across, and the low-level chaos was harvested like wheat. Then the furnace started to stir, and Duke Qinghui, wrapped in the soul-scorching flame, plunged into the chaos tide like a furious engine.

The line of defense was torn apart in an instant, like paper. Westhead dodged the scarlet beam of light from the corpse wizard, threw the sharp blade backhanded, pierced through several beasts that used their bodies as shields, and accurately smashed into the head of the Chaos caster. Then, with a flick of his wrist, [Shadow Life] also acted synchronously, tearing off half of the opponent's withered body. Unparalleled, the head of the army!
Westhead used the same trick again and began to call out the names of the Chaos Corpse Wizards within his sight one by one. The special attack of Shadow Life against Chaos creatures was too great. Even the thickest and strongest shells were like paper under the Shadow Life's blade.

After getting rid of the only spellcaster that can threaten you, the rest is pure reward level.

[Withered Glory Sun] and [Dragon Soul Furnace] are not only top-level development talents, their powerful endurance and plundering power also mean that when the enemy is far weaker than themselves, quantitative changes can no longer lead to qualitative changes.

Whether there are one thousand or ten thousand heads, even if it is in the units of 100 million or 100 trillion, in theory, they are all the same to Westhead, they are all experience packages that pose no threat.

The reason why T0 talent is T0 is because it is completely unreasonably powerful.

The Chaos Monsters that mortals feared were reduced to complete toys in Westhead's hands, and it would be more accurate to say that Westhead was venting his inner brutality under the guise of fighting rather than clearing out the monsters.

"Boom bang bang-"

A long, lingering roar, accompanied by the sounds of tearing flesh and burning, echoed across the fields in front of the Ying River.

"What a nice view."

Behind the broken city wall, some knights sighed, their eyes fixed firmly on the Lord.

These newcomers who had just received the inheritance of the magic code and had not yet officially embarked on the path of knighthood had already sensed the beauty of the ultimate [Knight's Hundred Arts] in advance.

Pure violent beauty.

Kill, annihilate, crush, crush, pierce, and tear apart.
Westhead's execution methods are varied, each of which reflects a vivid sense of power. He uses all kinds of fancy performances and blows to turn killing into art.

Without the command of the Devourer, the Chaos Army regained their usual IQ level and rushed towards Westhead mechanically.

The endless tide of demons and Westhead's endless physical strength made this bloody and brutal feast seem endless.

This one-sided slaughter and devastation lasted for a whole day and night, until finally, when no more monsters came out, Westhead stopped the crazy slaughter.

"call--"

With a long sigh, Westhead sat silently on the hill covered with ashes. Even though the [Dragon Soul Furnace] also had the effect of destroying corpses and removing traces, there were still bloody remains of flesh and blood in front of him that even the dragon thunder could not swallow up, emitting a lingering smell of blood.

After a long and wanton killing, his inner resentment and cruelty were finally vented.

And at this moment, he finally had the leisure to think about his next plan.

On the other hand, although the Qinghui soldiers and civilians of Yingzhihe had achieved a complete victory in the defensive battle, they did not dare to raise their voices in cheering for victory to their king.

Because anyone could see that Lord Qinghui was in a bad mood, a very bad mood, and even when dealing with the great enemy of Chaos, his methods were too cruel, and at this moment the Lord seemed to be lost in thought.

Anyway, Roy and the others thought about it and decided that it would be better not to get close and disturb them.

Until Yulda led her troops to the Ying River.

(End of this chapter)