The Emperor is Above

Chapter 363: Captured a dozen puppeteers (300 additional chapters per subscription)

The battle in the north entered an extremely brutal and intense stage from the very beginning.

Nearly ten thousand Yin warriors and a tide of corpse puppets rushed towards the chariot camp with a thirst for fresh flesh and blood.

After being intercepted by 1,500 Wangmang clan giant warriors, they attacked frantically in an attempt to break through the human wall.

However, the giant warriors of the Wangmang clan were too powerful. They seemed like 1,500 heavenly soldiers and generals, ruthlessly chopping the Yin warriors into pieces. Some Yin warriors were broken into two and were still slowly wriggling.

As for the weaker corpse puppets, they could still take advantage of numbers in an ordinary large-scale battlefield, but at this moment they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

Under the giant warriors' spears, large pieces of debris were turned into shattered pieces all over the ground. The heavy losses were so severe that even the witch Wuxian, who was watching the battle in the back, couldn't help but show a look of heartache.

However, although the Wangmang clan giant warriors are powerful, they are not invincible King Kong warriors. The hideous ghost face transformed by the rolling death energy above the Yin warriors constantly attacks with its long scarlet tongue, making the giant warriors disappear one after another.

The number of giant warriors, which originally numbered as many as 1,500, quickly dropped to less than 1,000. Fortunately, the battle in the west ended quickly, and the 1,000 giant warriors who came to support attacked fearlessly again.

"...

You can't go in and out, and you can't go backwards, and the plain suddenly goes far.

Carrying a long sword and a strong bow, his head and body are separated but his heart remains unchanged.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

When the body is dead, the spirit is alive, and the soul is determined to be a ghost. "

Nearly two thousand giant warriors sang war songs and fearlessly attacked the Yin Warrior Legion from two directions. As long as these evil creatures were completely eliminated, the hideous ghost masks would automatically disappear.

Qing Luo's intention was soon discovered by Guimian, who attacked every giant warrior approaching the Yin Warrior Legion even more frantically. In the blink of an eye, more than three hundred giant warriors turned into nothingness.

Even though Qing Yi knew that they were all created by Qing Luo's illusion, he still felt extremely sad, as if he had lost a very important comrade.

However, the sacrifice of these Wangmang giant warriors was worth it. As the number of Yin warriors decreased rapidly, the attack power of the ferocious ghost face was also gradually reduced.

When the number of Wangmang clan giant warriors was less than a thousand, the number of Yin warriors also dropped to less than four thousand, and the ferocious ghost faces also dimmed a lot. It was obvious that this wave of battle was about to end.

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"Hiss—this is incredible! The young are truly to be feared!"

On the bone throne of the Ghost Witch Tribe, the old witch couldn't help but exclaimed, "This kid actually has such a strong man under his command. The giant army evolved by illusion is even more powerful than the real giant warriors.

Our tribe has been based in the Northern Wilderness for nearly a thousand years, and we have never heard of illusions that can reach this level. It is truly a superb skill, like turning beans into soldiers.

Fortunately, we stopped the boy's migration team in the salt marsh this time. If we had hesitated and let him enter the northern border, our plan of many years would have failed again."

"Old witch, the Yin Warriors are being destroyed too quickly, and the Ghost Face Totem can't hold out for too long. What should we do next?" The Upper Witch Wu Xian was a little anxious.
"Besides this expert in illusion, the boy also has four second-grade tree spirits, four third-grade Great Wilderness Dragon Vultures, and dozens of wild folks' guardian totems that have yet to be deployed."

"Haha, Wu Xian, don't be anxious, don't panic. Panic will lead to chaos, and haste will lead to mistakes!" The old witch's face, which was as dense as a fishing net, not only did not show any worry, but instead showed a smile of wisdom.

"We have already made all the preparations. No matter how many cards this kid has, he will eventually be crushed to pieces under the mighty force. The tree spirits, dragon eagles, and guardian totems will all die with him.

Since these giant warriors are illusions that will disappear sooner or later, let me be happy and proud for a while, and tell Tai Xi Ming to attack from the south to tie up my energy. "

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Five or six miles south of Cheying, tens of thousands of Ghost Witch troops and their vassal troops were silent.

Under the big banner in the middle, there were dozens of high-level totem warriors riding various exotic beast mounts, surrounded by ten beast soul warriors who were nearly ten feet tall. Leading them was of course the most powerful beast king warrior - Tai Xi Ming.

He was about forty years old, and his face was not completely tattooed with totems, but there was still a small and exquisite ghost car pattern tattooed between his eyebrows. Bone rings made of third-grade exotic beast teeth were strung together to form an extremely exquisite headband, inlaid with a blood-red ruby ​​the size of a pigeon egg, which was right at the center of his eyebrows, as if a third eye had grown.

"Tai Xi Ming, the old witch has sent someone to tell us to attack immediately. If you delay like this, I'm afraid you will anger the old witch!"

An equally majestic and tall beast soul warrior with a singing snake tattooed on his chest reminded with a worried look on his face, "Why not bluff in advance and attack slowly? This can not only delay time, but also give the old witch a reason to explain."

Tai Ximing raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Of course I understand what the old witch is thinking. He is afraid that we will become independent if we lead the army outside for a long time, so he takes this opportunity to warn us.

But attacking now would be a dead end, it is best to wait a while, the moment when those phantom giant warriors disappear is the best time for us to launch an attack."

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"Victory--Victory--"

"Haha, killing is so fucking satisfying!"

"We have won a great victory. Long live the Lord—"

As hundreds of giant warriors of the Wangmang clan killed all the Yin warriors and the ferocious ghost face disappeared in front of everyone almost at the same time, overwhelming cheers rang out in the camp.

The Ghost Witch Tribe's second round of powerful offensive lineup made everyone extremely worried for a while, but it ended quickly as everyone watched in astonishment, and no one in the chariot camp was killed or injured.

Looking at the private armies, militias and wild warriors, all of them cheering with tears streaming down their faces, Qing Yi was smiling bitterly in his heart.

"Haha, it's really fun and exciting, but I'm exhausted!" Qing Luo was in a good mood, "Manifesting these thousands of giant warriors has exhausted my strength. I'm going to sleep with him for a few days to rest."

Qing Luo disappeared without a trace in the sea of ​​consciousness in the blink of an eye. Qing Yi had no way to say anything more and had to be busy greeting the eager wild tribe leaders.

"I thought this battle was extremely dangerous, but I never expected that there were so many hidden talents under the command of the senior doctor. I wonder who this expert in illusion is?"

At this moment, Ma Huan, chief of the White Horse tribe, Lu Zhonglin, chief of the Red Deer tribe, and Lang Xianping, chief of the Canglang tribe, all came to their senses and came over to ask questions with eager eyes.

The people of the wilderness have always been unruly and difficult to tame. Even when they first faced Qing Yi, a sixteen-year-old senior official and vassal, they appeared polite on the surface, but in fact they all had their own pride in their hearts.

Although Qing Yi has powerful second-grade tree spirits, retainers of the Great Wilderness Dragon Eagle, and giant warriors of the Wangmang clan under his command, the wild people feel that they are not much different.

However, Qing Luo used his superb illusion skills to manifest thousands of giant warriors of the Wangmang clan, and with their unprecedentedly powerful fighting power, they completely crushed the pride in the hearts of these wild leaders.

Qing Yi immediately noticed the change in the expressions of the barbarian leaders, and he said with a smile: "This expert in illusion is none other than the little fox's master.

But she never likes to show up, and now she is resting. If we are lucky enough, we will meet her in the future."

The leaders of the wild people looked thoughtful, thinking that the master of the little fox that Qing Yi mentioned was somewhere in the sled.

Instead, Daniu hurried over and shouted, "Master, Master, Yang Hu, Zhu Zhiwu and the other students were disobedient and ran to the giant beast puppet, and even captured more than a dozen puppeteers."

"What? Yang Hu, Zhu Zhiwu and the others went to capture a dozen puppeteers themselves?"

Qing Yi couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but suddenly it occurred to him that these students were not weak and frail boys, but the elites of the Imperial Academy who were both talented in literature and martial arts.

When Qing Yi was also looking forward to seeing what the puppeteer who studied the giant beast puppet looked like, Tai Ximing, the beast king warrior who was waiting for an opportunity in the south of Cheying, finally led his troops to launch an attack.

I was delayed for half an hour because of a phone call.

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(End of this chapter)