Mythology: Erlang Shen begins to show his divine power in the heavens

Chapter 245, Gonggong enters Shennong

Although Chi You was on the verge of death, he still struggled to rise from the dust like a trapped beast. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and resentment, and he roared to the sky:

"I, Chi You, will never admit defeat!"

The sound echoed across the battlefield, carrying a final act of defiance.

However, he was met with Yinglong's icy gaze and the overwhelming offensive of the Xuanyuan clan's allied forces.

Yinglong's enormous tail swept across like a golden lightning bolt, instantly knocking away the guards surrounding Chiyou.

Holding a long sword, Xuanyuan led the most elite warriors of the allied forces, charging towards Chiyou like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Despite being covered in wounds, Xuanyuan exuded the majesty of a victor.

His eyes burned with the flames of hatred as he approached Chi You step by step, each step seemingly treading on Chi You's heart.

"Chi You, your sins end today!"

Xuanyuan shouted, and his long sword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, pierced straight into Chiyou's chest.

Chi You tried to swing his battle axe to defend himself, but his movements were slow and weak, and Xuanyuan's longsword easily pierced through his chest.

Chi You's body shuddered violently, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes before they slowly dimmed.

Xuanyuan suddenly drew his longsword, and Chiyou's body fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut.

Xuanyuan then stomped on Chiyou's chest, pinning him to the ground. He raised his long sword high and shouted:

"Chi You is dead! Victory belongs to us!"

The sound echoed across the battlefield, and the Allied soldiers erupted in deafening cheers.

However, Chi You's loyal followers did not give up.

As they watched Chi You fall, their eyes filled with grief and anger. They let out mournful roars and charged towards Xuanyuan and Yinglong without regard for their own safety.

These loyalists, some already covered in wounds, still brandished their weapons, their eyes filled with determination.

Some even charged at the enemy with their bare hands, trying to avenge Chi You with their own bodies.

A tall warrior of the Chiyou clan, with several arrows stuck in his body and his whole body stained with blood, still gripped his battle axe tightly and roared as he charged toward the Xuanyuan clan.

His eyes were filled with hatred, as if everything in the world had ceased to exist, and his only thought was to avenge Chi You.

Upon seeing this, the guards beside Xuanyuan Shi drew their swords to stop him.

The warrior fought against several men, but eventually succumbed to his injuries and collapsed in a pool of blood, maintaining his fighting stance until his death.

There was also a group of female warriors from the Chiyou clan. They were originally in charge of logistics, but now they took up arms and joined the battle.

With tears in their eyes, they did not flinch and, together with the male soldiers, launched a final charge against the enemy.

Their figures appeared so small on the battlefield, yet so tragic.

In this final struggle, Chi You's loyal followers fell one by one, their blood staining the earth even more crimson.

Chi You's corpse lay on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood, as if telling the story of the cruelty of this war.

The surviving members of the Chiyou clan, seeing that all was lost, laid down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

Their eyes were filled with despair and confusion, unaware of what the future held for them.

With the death of Chi You and the fall of the last group of resisters, the long and extremely fierce battle for supremacy finally came to a complete end.

A deathly stillness permeated the battlefield, with only a gentle breeze stirring up dust and bloodstains, as if mourning the countless souls lost in this war.

at this time.

A system panel suddenly popped up in front of Lin Yuan's eyes.

[The host participates in the Battle of Zhuolu and helps Yinglong defeat Chiyou, increasing the role-playing percentage by 3%]

[Current character template role-playing rate: 83.032%]

As soon as the notification sound ended, a surge of power welled up within him.

Lin Yuan sensed it slightly and realized that this three percent of power was nothing to him now and was not enough to cause any obvious changes.

Xuanyuan looked around at the smoke rising from the battlefield and the exhausted yet triumphant soldiers, took a deep breath, and said loudly:
"Gentlemen, the enemy has retreated. Let us rest for a while!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, penetrating the noise of the battlefield and reaching the ears of every Allied soldier.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' tense nerves instantly relaxed, and they all collapsed to the ground or helped each other up, their faces showing relief at surviving a disaster.

Xuanyuan then turned his attention to Shennong, as well as the leaders of tribes such as Fuxi, Nuwa, and Suiren.

The banners of these tribes fluttered in the breeze, bearing witness to the dramatic changes of this brutal war.

Xuanyuan's gaze was sincere as he spoke:

"Our struggle, after this great battle, must be exhausting for everyone. How about we postpone it for a while?"

His words carried a hint of weariness mixed with a sense of open-mindedness, as well as a clear assessment of the current situation.

Shennong nodded slightly, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out, his eyes revealing understanding and approval.

Fuxi crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

Nuwa spoke softly with a gentle expression:

"So good."

Suiren nodded vigorously in agreement.

After the tribal leaders reached a consensus, they each summoned their people and began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

The soldiers helped their wounded comrades, gathered up the weapons scattered on the ground, and walked with slightly heavy steps toward their tribe.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of chaotic footsteps and the groans of the wounded.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan also prepared to lead the people of Shu back.

Just as he turned to leave, Xuanyuan walked over quickly.

Xuanyuan's armor was stained with blood and dust, yet it could not conceal his regal bearing. He walked up to Lin Yuan, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said sincerely:
"Erlang, if it weren't for your help, we would have had no chance of winning this time. We earnestly request that you come to my tribe for a gathering, so that I can do my part as a host to express my gratitude."

Xuanyuan's eyes were full of gratitude and expectation, as if it would be a great regret for him if Lin Yuan did not agree.

However, before Lin Yuan could respond, Shennong arrived in a hurry.

Shennong's face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that he had expended a lot of energy in this war, but his eyes were full of enthusiasm as he looked at Lin Yuan.

He said:
"Your Excellency, you have made a great contribution to the victory of this war, and my Shennong clan is extremely grateful. We hope that you will come to our place so that we can properly entertain you."

Lin Yuan found the two leaders' enthusiastic invitation somewhat amusing, but he still politely declined, saying:
"I appreciate your kindness, but my Shu Kingdom has many matters that urgently need to be addressed, and I am truly unable to spare the time. So I will not trouble you any further."

After saying that, Lin Yuan summoned the Heavenly Dog.

The enormous figure of the Tengu descended from the sky and landed beside Lin Yuan, drawing gasps of amazement from the surrounding soldiers.

Lin Yuan led the people of Shu onto the Heavenly Dog, which then soared into the air and sped towards the Shu Kingdom.

Xuanyuan and Shennong were left watching the departing celestial dog.

Time flows on and on.

Not long after, Lin Yuan, who was far away in Shu, received news from the north.

The north has once again descended into chaos, with the situation constantly shifting and various factions clashing.

Meanwhile, the outcome in the south had already been decided. Lin Yuan observed this.

Led by their leader, the remnants of Gonggong's army, exhausted and wounded, embarked on their northward journey.

After a long and arduous journey, the remnants of Gonggong's forces finally reached the edge of Shennong's territory.

At this time, they were dressed in rags, looked haggard, and their weapons were mostly broken.

Shennong's patrolling soldiers discovered the exhausted group and quickly reported the situation to the tribal chief.

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Shennong clan fell into deep thought.

He was well aware of the strength of the Gonggong clan and understood the risks that might come with accepting the remnants of the Gonggong clan, but at the same time, he also saw the opportunities in it.

If we could bring Gonggong under our control, we could not only strengthen our own power, but also gain a more advantageous position in the struggles with other tribes.

After careful consideration, the leader of the Shennong clan decided to accept Gonggong.

He sent envoys to the encampment of the remnants of the Gonggong clan, expressing his willingness to provide them with shelter and assistance.

When the leader of the Gonggong clan learned of this news, he was filled with gratitude.

He personally went to the Shennong clan and had an in-depth conversation with the clan leader.

During the conversation, both sides reached a consensus, and Gonggong officially joined Shennong.

From then on, the warriors of Gonggong became members of Shennong, and they recuperated and rearmed themselves on Shennong's land.

The leader of the Gonggong clan also gained the trust of the leader of the Shennong clan by virtue of his military talent, and he offered advice and strategies for the development of the Shennong clan.

After accepting Gonggong, Shennong's strength was further enhanced, and he became extremely fierce in the subsequent battles.

As time went on, the fighting in the north intensified, gradually reaching a fever pitch.

In this brutal struggle, apart from the two major tribes of Xuanyuan and Shennong, all other tribes, large and small, were defeated and successively annexed by these two major tribes.

For a time, only the Xuanyuan clan and the Shennong clan remained facing each other on the northern Central Plains. The air was thick with tension, and a decisive battle that would determine the fate of the Central Plains seemed imminent.

At this critical moment, two messengers arrived at the Shu Kingdom at breakneck speed from the tribes of the Xuanyuan and Shennong clans respectively.

They were weary from their journey, yet filled with eagerness and anticipation.

They brought information.

They all hoped that Lin Yuan would lend a hand.

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep and calm.

He knew it was time to choose sides, and he clearly already knew which side to choose.

Lin Yuan stood in the courtyard of the Shu Kingdom's palace, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair.

He gazed into the distance, his gaze seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers, reaching the war-torn Central Plains in the north.

After a long silence, he slowly turned around to face the messenger from the Xuanyuan clan, his voice steady and firm:
"I agree to send troops to support the Xuanyuan clan."

Upon hearing this, the messenger of the Xuanyuan clan was first taken aback, then his face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight.

His eyes welled up with tears of emotion, and he knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling slightly.

"The Xuanyuan clan will never forget the great kindness of the Venerable Erlang! With your assistance, our leader will surely achieve great things!"

After saying that, he kowtowed several times.

The messenger from Shennong, who had been full of anticipation, froze instantly, his face turned ashen, and his body trembled slightly.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for him, leaving him feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word; his heart was filled with despair and resentment.

Upon seeing this, the messenger of the Xuanyuan clan's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint. He quickly stood up, drew his short blade from his waist, and charged towards the messenger of the Shennong clan, shouting:

"We absolutely cannot let this message get back, otherwise our chances of victory will be greatly reduced!"

Just as the short blade was about to pierce the Shennong clan's messenger, an invisible force suddenly sent the Xuanyuan clan's messenger flying several feet away.

Lin Yuan frowned, his eyes revealing displeasure, and said coldly:

"Although I have chosen a side, I despise such despicable behavior. In war, the two armies should fight honorably and fairly, why resort to such underhanded tactics? If you continue like this, don't blame me for changing my mind."

The Xuanyuan clan's messenger scrambled to his feet, his face filled with fear, and repeatedly apologized to Lin Yuan:

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I was foolish and offended you in a moment of panic."

The Shennong clan's messenger looked at Lin Yuan with a complex expression, his eyes showing both disappointment at being rejected and gratitude for Lin Yuan's magnanimity.

He bowed deeply to Lin Yuan, his voice slightly choked with emotion:

"Thank you for sparing my life, Your Majesty. I will now return to report."

After saying that, he turned around and left with heavy steps.

With the eager anticipation and active preparations of Xuanyuan's messengers, the Shu army quickly assembled.

The soldiers, clad in sturdy armor and wielding sharp weapons, stood in neat rows.

Lin Yuan mounted his majestic celestial dog, looked down upon his troops, and loudly gave his orders:
"set off!"

With a command given, the army marched out of the Shu Kingdom's borders and headed towards the Central Plains in the north.

Along the way, dust flew everywhere and military flags fluttered in the wind.

Arrived at the territory of the Xuanyuan clan.

Xuanyuan had already led a group of important figures from the tribe to wait at the border.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan arrive, Xuanyuan immediately stepped forward, beaming, and clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Erlang, you have finally arrived! With your assistance, our Xuanyuan clan will be like a tiger with wings, and we will surely be able to pacify the four directions in this chaotic world!"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and returned the greeting.

Shennong, sitting alone in his tent, was instantly enraged upon hearing that Lin Yuan had sided with the Xuanyuan clan.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, causing the bottles and cups of herbs on the table to shake violently, almost tipping over.

"Why!"

He roared, his voice echoing throughout the tent.
"Initially, it was clearly my Shennong clan who was on good terms with him, so why did he choose the Xuanyuan clan!"

Shennong paced back and forth inside the tent, his footsteps disordered, stirring up dust on the ground.

He was filled with confusion and kept thinking: was it because the sincerity he had shown was insufficient, or because the Xuanyuan clan had tempted him with great benefits?

No matter how he tried to guess, he couldn't quell the anger in his heart.

But the anger eventually subsided, and Shennong gradually calmed down.

He sighed deeply, sat back down helplessly, and his eyes shifted from anger to resignation.

In this chaotic world, the choices of various forces are full of variables, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Since Lin Yuan had made up his mind, he had no choice but to accept it.

Shennong clenched his fists, his eyes hardening again. Even without strong support, the Shennong tribe was rich in resources and its people were brave. They were determined to fight against Xuanyuan and fight for their survival. They would never bow to fate.

(End of this chapter)