The Emperor is Above

Chapter 203: Death by slitting the neck? How painful that would be!

"Jiejiejie——"

The ghost king Ningtu kept emitting strange and captivating laughs.

The scarlet eyeballs bulged out from the eye sockets, looking in different directions, looking hideous and terrifying.

Its huge body is thirty meters tall, almost as tall as forty adult men, which means that an adult's height cannot even reach its feet.

Even if the fifteen giant warriors who still barely maintained their fighting ability stood behind it with a height of three feet and five feet, they would only reach above its ankles.

Such a terrifying height brings a strong sense of oppression. Coupled with the hideous bone spurs and strange and complex patterns on its body, countless wild warriors are terrified.

However, the people of the wilderness have always revered the strong and are accustomed to relying on the command and protection of the powerful. After seeing such a terrifying Dharma body of the Ghost King, they rekindled their confidence in winning.

So the originally scattered and chaotic army of wild folks gathered together again under the command of Panshe Gong. Even some of the wild folk warriors who had escaped gathered together again. According to rough statistics, there were still about 30,000 of them.

With a strong hatred for Guqiu Fengtu, Panshe Gong reorganized the wild army at the fastest speed, and then bowed respectfully and said: "Ningtu Ghost King, Heixuan Divine Servant, please lead us to defeat the powerful enemy."

"Hehehe - okay, okay. I hope there will be more blood sacrifices next time!" The Ningtu Ghost King responded with a strange smile and took the lead to stride towards the solitary hill burial mound.

"Master Panshe, I think we can capture the kid from Guqiu alive and interrogate him carefully on how to command the Great Wilderness Dragon Eagle. If we can learn the secret, it will be a great reward."

The eyes of the Black Mystic Divine Servant flashed with shrewdness, and its cat-like face was filled with an anthropomorphic expression of joy. "The Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture is a third-grade vicious bird. One nest can breed two Dragon Vulture chicks. If they are tamed, we will soon have a large army of Dragon Vultures."

Seeing that the Black Mystic Divine Servant was unconsciously talking to himself, Panshe Gong's face darkened again, and he said helplessly, "Black Mystic Divine Servant, Lord Ningtu Ghost King has rushed out for several miles, we have to catch up quickly."

"Hehe, look, I actually forgot that we were still fighting!" Hei Xuan smiled apologetically, turned into a black lightning, and caught up with the Ghost King Ningtu.

At this time, the wild folk coalition's charge formation, with Ningtu Ghost King's Dharmakaya and Heixuan Divine Servant as the first wave, charged at the forefront of the army.

The next ones were Panshe Gong, Wu Xiang and the seriously injured third-rank Panshe. Although Panshe Gong and Wu Xiang were also seriously injured, in their opinion, with two second-rank strongmen dealing with the four tree spirits and the Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture, the task would be much easier.

Following closely behind were more than twenty remaining high-level totem warriors, tribal leaders and elders from various tribes in Jiming Lake, and fifteen giant warriors covered in scars.

Finally, there were the remaining 30,000 wild warriors. They looked up at the tall Dharma body of the Ghost King and shouted strange slogans frantically.

Waving their weapons, many barbarians became murderous and even threw away their armor, following the huge formation and charging towards Solitary Hill.

“What a ferocious evil ghost, what a ghost king’s Dharma body, its size alone is so terrifying, it can almost suffocate the people it oppresses, it is worthy of being an opponent that the four dragon claw locust tree spirits fear!”

Qing Yi stared at the Ghost King's Dharma body that was striding towards him with a serious expression, and noticed that the color of its right hand was different from that of its body, as if it had grown out of its body again.

It seems that this is the ghost king who was hiding in the dark and spying on him, and it is also the ghost king whose ghost claws were cut off by Old Man Shi.

According to Pan Qing's explanation, the Ghost King's Dharmakaya is the projection of the ghost in the main world through the blood sacrifice magic. The state of the Dharmakaya is almost identical to that of the main body, with only a difference in strength.

Qing Yi carefully observed the formation of the Ghost King's Dharmakaya and the army of wild people, and suddenly felt a silence behind him, so he looked back.

He found that the atmosphere on his side was becoming more and more solemn. The powerful pressure brought by the Ghost King's Dharma Body made everyone on the city wall look tense.

Even the powerful camp consisting of more than 30 Great Wilderness Dragon Vultures had nearly half of them injured by the Ghost King's Dharma Body and the Black Mystic Divine Servant, and had to flee back to the solitary hill to avoid the battle.

The ultimate force of Guqiu Fengtu is the four third-grade dragon-claw locust tree spirits, which are even more difficult to resist the enemy's attack. It is difficult for anyone to remain calm in the face of desperate situations.

"Tears——" "Tears——"

At this time, a low sniffling sound broke the silence. It turned out that the two giant boys, Wang Mang Qiji and Wang Mang Qubing, were secretly wiping their tears.

Daniu was more familiar with the two of them. He shook his head and said in a muffled voice: "If you are a real man, you should die. You are crying like a woman. It's a waste of your height."

Qing Yi couldn't help but say, "Don't talk nonsense, Daniel. There is great terror between life and death. Even ants try to survive, so who would be willing to watch someone die?"

"Daniu, what are you talking about? How could my brother Qiji and I be scared to death?"

Wang Mang Qubing wiped his tears and loudly retorted, "Brother Qingyi loved us both so deeply that he wouldn't feel sorry even if he died.

I shed tears only because I saw the group of giants in the distance and thought of our families who were captured and made slaves by the Black Wind Tribe. My heart was quite touched.”

Qing Yi was moved when he heard this, and immediately laughed softly: "This team of giant warriors was brought by the Black Wind Tribe's Panshegong. Maybe your family members are among them, but we can only see if they can escape the disaster."

"Wow—"

"cry--"

The panicked cries of the dragon vultures interrupted Qing Yi's words.

Even the third-grade vicious birds were afraid of fighting with the Ghost King's Dharmakāya and the Black Mystic Divine Servant, and fled to the east of the solitary hill with their injured companions and chicks.

Even the extremely powerful Great Wilderness Dragon Vulture was frightened by the enemy's strength and hid away. Many private armies and militias in Guqiu could not help but look despair in their eyes. The wild folk coalition, which had suffered a great loss before, had no choice but to massacre the city.

Mu Yi held the bow tightly with a resolute look, but suddenly shuddered and turned to Gongsun Wu and asked, "Gongsun Housekeeper, I heard that the barbarians in Jiming Lake eat people.

We made them suffer so much yesterday and today. If they conquer Guqiu Fengtu, will they eat us to vent their hatred?"

Gongsun Wu glared at him angrily and said, "I am not a wild man from the Jiming Lake. How would I know if I can eat people? If I can eat people, I will eat the fat ones first."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not fat. The tendon meat is too hard to fill the teeth and it's not tasty. The people of Ozawa probably won't look down on it!" The big bull at the side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and patted his chest, looking at the chubby Tu Shigu next to him with sympathy.

"Clap clap-"

Tu Shigu patted his round belly with a worried look, pinched the thick fat, and said depressedly:
"What if the barbarians take a fancy to my fat body? Rather than being eaten by the barbarians, it is better to commit suicide before being captured. Do you think it is faster to jump off the city wall or to slit your throat?"

Daniu thought about it very seriously for a moment, and then he replied very carefully: "Master Tu, Corporal Gu, with your fat body, you won't die if you jump off the three-meter-high wall. It seems easier to die by cutting your throat."

"Kill by slitting your neck? That would be so painful!"

Tu Shigu used a long sword with a scabbard to wave twice in front of the neck, whose length was almost invisible. A chill ran through his entire spine from his coccyx, making him shiver uncontrollably.

The hilarious conversation between these three funny guys made the originally desperate private armies and militiamen couldn't help laughing.

Dongmen Hu smiled calmly and said, "I always thought I was used to seeing life and death, but I didn't expect that I was so scared that my hands and feet were stiff just now. Since we are going to die anyway, let's kill as many enemies as possible to bury them with us!"

These words expressed the thoughts of the private armies and militiamen. As they relaxed and became indifferent to life and death, even their state of mind was greatly improved.

Forty private soldiers, one hundred and fifty militiamen, and more than one hundred young and strong men calmly put on their armor and visors, waiting for the attack that the wild army would launch at the next moment.

(End of this chapter)