You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

"It's just a wisp of power, nothing special."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the legendary High Priest Feng Tianyin should be the true chosen one, unlike the others. His state is very short-lived, perhaps it should be called a blessed hero."

"You can't win, can you?"

Barbarian cavalrymen kept surrounding the area, but dared not approach.

They had no doubt that if everyone attacked together, they could completely kill the blessed hero, but would they themselves die by the sword first?

They won't go to the battlefield unprepared.

But to sacrifice one's life for nothing and gain no merit in battle seems like a loss, making one hesitate.

"Don't be afraid."

With a strong and resonant voice, the commander arrived on horseback. Only his mount remained relatively calm, managing to guide its master into the encirclement despite trembling slightly.

He was clad in heavy armor, draped in a bearskin, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, wielding a long-handled warhammer, his eyes gleaming as he aimed at the enemy.

“I’ll take him down. You guys work together and chop this guy to pieces.”

Xia He, behind the screen, also saw the hero notification.

Her attributes are far superior to those of a lowly soldier; even she has to be on her toes.

If possible, it would be best to preserve valuable combat power such as the scout captain. The rearguard mission is complete, and the next step to break through is to kill the commander.

"bring it on."

PS

I'll still be updating with 10,000 words to repay readers for their support of the bounty!

Chapter 68 Xia He, an Action Game Master (5K)

Action game masters are ready.

Xia He, focused intently, kept a close eye on the commander through the perspective of the hero she was controlling, while also keeping an eye on the enemies around her.

Shen Xingyao's consciousness had already become blurred. He only vaguely felt his body being manipulated by a force, but it was very gentle and was the aura of the Heavenly Dao.

It is Him)

With this thought in mind, I finally relaxed and completely relinquished control of my body.

Even if it means burning oneself for Him in the last moment of one's life...

In the third-person combat perspective, Xia He didn't care about the reactions of the character she was controlling. Instead, she quickly scanned the surrounding barbarians. The enemy had already prepared their bows and arrows and surrounded them completely, leaving no room for maneuver.

Shooting an arrow from the shadows while fighting a powerful enemy is a bit dangerous.

be careful.

The same barbarian tribal chiefs were also observing the so-called blessed heroes, and similar practices existed in the northern deserts. Back then, the Great Shaman Gegentana used this on the Great Khan Erbala, making him invincible and allowing him to kill four Khans and conquer all directions in a short period.

She herself was also exceptionally skilled in martial arts, a child prodigy renowned in the northern deserts since childhood, and was said to have received the blessing of the Eternal Heaven.

In short, they're all troublesome stuff.

Even seasoned warriors like the chieftains and barbarian soldiers held awe for supernatural forces and mystical phenomena, especially since the mysterious truly existed and could not be ignored.

He has no chance of winning in a direct confrontation with this monster; he needs to cooperate with the army to encircle and annihilate it.

"I'm just all alone."

These words were spoken both to his subordinates and to bolster their courage. The next moment, the commander gripped his warhammer tightly, his muscles tense, exuding a murderous aura.

call!

A strong gust of wind swept in, and the tall figure charged forward in one breath, enough to overturn a chariot.

However, Xia He completely took over the role, meeting the challenge head-on without hesitation. The longsword clashed with the warhammer, the sound of metal scraping against metal accompanied by sparks flying, creating a dazzling display of colors in the morning light.

The two exchanged blows without a clear victor, and then continued their clashes.

Ping Pong Pong!

As figures clashed, a gust of wind whipped up the grass, leaving furrows in the ground, startling warhorses far away, as if a whirlwind swept through the battlefield.

They use their waist as the axis, swinging their weapons fiercely with both arms, their feet as still as mountains, yet they can still burst into a sprint.

Several exchanges had taken place within a few breaths.

The commander's armor now bore several scratches, but his superior equipment had saved him from injury. However, his opponent was also unharmed; despite hastily donning light armor, he was completely unscathed, except for a few arrows dangling from his body… This was bad.

The opponent's martial arts skills are superior, so it's best not to attack rashly to avoid giving them an opening.

His reaction time, strength, speed, and endurance were all beyond human capabilities.

The commander, in particular, was wearing full armor, yet he still managed to launch increasingly powerful attacks, demonstrating an astonishing level of stamina. Logically, he should have had the advantage by attacking like that, but his attacks were consistently neutralized.

Why is it not working?

In terms of martial arts skills, he considered himself to be among the best of the tribes in the northern desert, yet he always managed to escape danger.

His expression was as indifferent as water, almost inhuman.

It seems to be in a state of complete mental emptiness, neither seeing nor hearing anything in its surroundings nor easily swayed by external influences. It's truly incomprehensible, yet undeniably powerful, just like right now—

Whizzing!

The archers, seizing the opportunity, quickly came to their commander's aid, using every ranged attack they could find.

However, the heroes blessed by the Great Qian Dynasty were all knocked down by simply wielding their swords with a flourish, while they themselves remained unharmed and stood proudly.

The commander seized the opportunity and launched an attack.

Almost simultaneously, he was kicked in the chest. It turned out that Xia He was faster and her simple attack hit the bullseye, causing his stomach to churn and almost making him vomit blood.

"Can a human wield a long sword while simultaneously launching an attack from the lower body?"

It was a powerful front kick that shattered the breastplate of his armor and sent him staggering back several steps.

Oh no, I'm about to lose my balance.

In a moment of quick thinking, he struck the ground with the handle of the hammer to brace himself, but the sharp blade came crashing down on his head, leaving a wound on the side of his head that he couldn't dodge in time.

Head bleeding profusely!

The helmet was cleaved in two, the scalp split open, revealing bone, and even a shallow groove in the skull. Had the action not been swifter, it would likely have been split in two.

The commander retreated with lingering fear, and Xia He immediately gave chase.

Once she was in position, she wouldn't allow the enemy to escape. Whether they retreated or not was irrelevant; she had to kill the Ranger Captain.

"Consider today a test of the module's performance."

The sword swept away layers of strong wind.

Caught off guard, the barbarian leader felt a slash on his cheek, realizing the terrifying power behind it. Both were heroes, yet there was a difference in their abilities. There was no time to worry; retreating would only lead to pursuit. He had to fight to the death.

clang!

The warhammer, with its blunt force advantage, finally made the longsword hum and barely stopped the attack.

Even the character Xia He was controlling swayed; as expected, lacking armor made it less resilient, and it almost lost its balance and became stunned. Almost simultaneously, the other soldiers fired arrows again, forcing them to create distance; the ground was already studded with arrows.

"You won't get a chance to breathe."

The commander charged forward, laughing heartily. His superior weaponry allowed him to launch a relentless attack, once again clashing with the enemy.

From Xia He's perspective, the screen was filled with sparks flying everywhere, exuding a menacing aura.

calm.

Even in dire straits, she remained observant. The opponent's attacks were largely unchanged, just variations on the same theme—that meant there was an opportunity.

A pleasant, crisp sound rang out.

The violent reaction force caused the long-handled warhammer to deviate from its trajectory, even causing the commander to stagger backward.

He stubbornly continued his attack, only to have it all thwarted, turning into clanging and banging sounds of metal being struck. Sparks flew, the vibrations were deafening, and his hands and arms went numb, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and bleed.

Such accurate eyesight and such ruthless strength; every bounce was perfectly timed.

He himself was unaware that he was swaying unsteadily.

"Pursue? You dare to challenge me?" The "Shen Xingyao" in front of him finally spoke, with a sneer: "You don't even know how to parry."

boom!

Before she could finish speaking, Xia He suddenly flicked her knife with precision, causing the commander to lose all his strength and involuntarily kneel on the ground with his fists wide open.

The sword pierced his chest with a snap.

Immediately afterwards, she manipulated the target she possessed to turn around and launch an upward attack, pulling back while simultaneously unleashing a sweeping motion. Wherever it passed, flesh and blood burst forth, armor shattered, and a burly general was dismembered on the spot, his severed limbs scattered all over the ground.

"The execution and kill scenes are so exciting, it's almost like an action game."

Sheathed his sword and stood still.

Looking around, not a single person dared to meet their gaze; all the barbarian warriors were stunned and even retreated.

Given that valuable heroic combat power should not be wasted, Xia He manipulated him to summon the commander's fine steed, mounted it, and then urged the reins on with all his might. The horse galloped away, its hooves pounding the dust.

He swaggered around the whole time, yet no one dared to stop him.

He left, heading towards the rising sun. The clouds dispersed from the mountains of Kurong Mountain, the sunlight brightened, and the morning glow illuminated the sky. He marched off the battlefield amidst the triumphant neighing of his warhorses. His figure receded into the distance, alone yet exuding the aura of a victor.

He ultimately did not fall.

The Great Qian Dynasty will not be destroyed by a single surprise attack; on the contrary, its fury is imminent.

The momentary success initially brought a sense of elation to the barbarian warriors present, but the sight of their frontline commander's mangled body cast a shadow over their hearts.

Behind Shen Xingyao lay the corpses of many Daqian soldiers, but also a considerable number of barbarian corpses. Originally, this battle should have been fought under cover of night, advancing swiftly to the border of Kurong Mountain, with the best outcome being a decisive victory in one fell swoop.

The city fell when the Khan, the commander-in-chief of the battle, arrived with reinforcements, but the offensive was thus delayed.

A golden opportunity was missed.

Without the cover of night, it would be impossible to directly attack the Daqian fortress.

It's too early to talk about who will win or lose.

The barbarians who remained in place waited for a long time until Etu Khan arrived, looked around, and roared: