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Chapter 1037 The Power of Artifacts

"what?!"

"He's glowing???"

The Southern soldiers charging forward suddenly felt a pang of fear, and their steps involuntarily slowed. To their horror, they discovered that the man standing beside the golden chariot was beginning to radiate a dazzling golden light.

"Divine punishment! It's divine punishment!" a soldier shouted in terror.

Abkhazia was furious upon seeing this: "Don't panic! That's just a smokescreen! Archers, prepare—"

However, before he could finish giving his command, a deafening thunderclap suddenly resounded throughout the land.

The clear blue sky suddenly became overcast, with lightning and thunder.

This is the power of the "divine weapon" Indra's Wrath.

It is not only a powerful weapon, but it also allows the wielder to convert and release energy, and even has the special effect of changing the weather in a short period of time.

"No, impossible!" Abkhazia's eyes widened as he stared at the churning thunderclouds in the sky. "Illusion or coincidence?!"

"This couldn't possibly be his power!"

He suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Su Yao: "Kill him! Whoever takes that Han general's head will one day be made a king!"

Enticed by the generous reward, hundreds of elite cavalrymen from the Southern Army charged out and rushed straight towards Su Yao.

"Holy Lord!"

Samira, standing behind Su Yao, gasped in surprise.
"Not afraid!"

As soon as Su Yao finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he charged into the battlefield like a cannonball.

"All troops—charge!"

Amidst lightning and thunder, Su Yao let out a furious roar that resounded through the sky.

The army, arrayed in formation, immediately set out.

With the blessing of this extraordinary celestial phenomenon, everyone was filled with high morale, charging forward with roars, and in the blink of an eye, they overtook Samira in front of them, leaving the queen behind.

Su Yao himself took the lead.

No, he wasn't riding a horse this time; the warhorse couldn't keep up with his speed.

Su Yao raced forward, transforming into a golden lightning bolt, leaving dazzling trails across the battlefield.

Wherever it passed, countless men and horses fell dead.

Especially the knights who charged ahead, Su Yao charged against them single-handedly. Indra's Wrath exploded with thunder, and dozens of cavalrymen at the forefront were blasted to pieces along with their horses.

hiss--

Abkhazia's face turned pale; he never imagined that the war he knew so well would turn out like this.

This is simply a myth descending upon us!
"Impossible, this is impossible!"

In the brief moment he was stunned, Su Yao had already broken through the defenses. His figure appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, and wherever he passed, people fell like waves of wheat.

"A devil! This is a devil!"

"A god! A god has descended to earth!"

"Run! Everyone run! Run!"

Faced with this astonishing power, the Southern Army that launched the charge was instantly thrown into chaos. Countless people screamed and fled, and even the bravest soldiers lost their will to fight and joined the fleeing army.

Following in Su Yao's footsteps, the soldiers of the Central Army began reaping heads effortlessly.

Their momentum was overwhelming, and their voices were deafening.

Everyone was shouting and yelling, wildly waving their weapons, trying to kill the traitors in front of them.

"Long live the Holy Lord!" "Our Lord is mighty!"

"The protection of Indra!"

The outcome of the battle was never in doubt from the very beginning.

Faced with Su Yao's near-divine power, Abkhazia's 40,000-strong army crumbled like a paper-thin defense line in an instant. Golden lightning raged across the battlefield, each bolt striking precisely the most fiercely resisting formations, shattering the soldiers' courage.

"Retreat! Quickly! The entire army retreats!"

Seeing that the head coach was standing there dumbfounded and unresponsive, Abkhazia's trusted advisor shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to minimize the losses as much as possible.

However, it was all too late.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the front lines, and then their central army's banner burst into flames as if struck by lightning, before crashing and collapsing.

Subsequently, the collapse of their army became unstoppable.

"General, hurry! It will be too late if you wait any longer!"

The guards hurriedly pulled Abhaiya back, only to see the golden lightning bolt break through the defenses and head straight for the central army.

"Protect the general!" Dozens of guards rushed forward with shields, but were blasted away along with their shields the instant they made contact. Su Yao's figure pierced through the defenses like lightning, his iron rod pointing straight at Abkhazia's throat.

“I said—” Su Yao’s voice rang out coldly, “It’s either submission or destruction.”

"Gods!"

Abkhazia's face was ashen, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

Looking at the figure shrouded in lightning before him, he finally understood why Vasudeva had been defeated so quickly.

"I lost."

Abkhazia closed his eyes: "Kill me, but treat these soldiers well."

"You think you still have the right to bargain with me?"

He turned to look at the battlefield, where the 40,000-strong southern army had been routed, with soldiers abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions. The royal army under the command of Rahman had completely taken control of the battlefield.

"My Lord! Spare his life!"

Just then, Samira arrived in her chariot, her long hair swaying in the wind.

"Please, please spare Uncle Abhaiya's life!"

Su Yao turned around, raising an eyebrow at the young queen: "Are you going to plead for this traitor?"

"Don't forget, he brought 40,000 troops and just now he was all aggressive and wanted to kill you."

Samira took a deep breath and slowly stepped down from the chariot. Lifting her skirt, she knelt on the muddy battlefield under the watchful eyes of the crowd: "Your Majesty, Uncle Abhaiya was merely blinded by hatred. If you spare his life, I guarantee in the name of the Queen that he will swear to serve you to the death."

"Samira?! You?"

Abkhazia's eyes widened, but he couldn't utter the rest of his words for a long time.

The noisy battlefield quickly quieted down, and tens of thousands of eyes focused on the young queen kneeling and pleading for mercy.

Even the fleeing Southern soldiers around them couldn't help but stop and look at this dramatic scene.

“Your Majesty, kindness is a virtue, but excessive kindness is weakness.”

Su Yao frowned and slowly said, "Abuhaya has already rebelled with his sword. If he is not severely punished, the people of the world will surely despise the monarchy."

"I understand, I understand everything."

Samira looked up and gave a sad smile: "But Uncle Abkhaya watched my brother and me grow up; he's closer to me than my father."

She took a deep breath, clutched her chest, and said, “If the Holy Lord must punish someone, then punish me. I failed in my duty as Queen to persuade them to stop fighting. I am willing to give my life for Uncle Abhaiya and these soldiers.”

"Heh, you're quite an interesting girl," Su Yao laughed.

(End of this chapter)