Augustus was urgently followed by his leading officer, Fuji, saying, "Your Majesty, the Dragon Ridge Valley is ahead. Once we exit the Dragon Ridge Valley, we will enter barbarian territory. It's a wooded area. If we don't chase now, we might not have another chance?"
Augustus stood on his magical beast and saw the Dragon Ridge Valley ahead: this was the only passage to barbarian territory. It was shaped like a long snake, with sheer rock cliffs on both sides, not a single tree, and only a main road in the middle, wide enough for seven or eight people to walk abreast.
Augustus smiled profoundly and said, "Just now, I exchanged glances with that Saint Romann general, and his fighting spirit has been broken. It's impossible for him to deceive my eyes! Hmph! If not now, then when?"
With that, he shouted, "Kill!"
Augustus's roar was extremely penetrating, and the entire battlefield could hear it clearly.
It so frightened the Saint Romann soldiers that they fled in disarray. They knew that these Azure Armored Divine Soldiers were extremely bloodthirsty. If they were caught up, they would either die or be seriously injured, with no chance of survival.
In fact, even without this thought, just seeing the peculiar look in the eyes of the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers behind them, their excited screams, and the rumbling sound of the earth trembling, they felt their hair stand on end. The vengeful spirits knew what extreme actions these Azure Armored Divine Soldiers would take.
Augustus rode his magical beast and rushed to the front in a few strides. The Azure Armored Divine Soldiers saw their King fighting so bravely and went berserk.
They were a warrior race, and they always charged into battle like hunting. Recently, their battles with the Saint Romann army had not been satisfying. It was only now that they found the feeling of their usual golden sabers and iron horses. Following Augustus, they plunged into the Dragon Ridge Valley.
Xiao Xun encountered resistance in the Witch Realm, and the Winter Army at the front line of Mengyuan did not gain any advantage after several probing close-quarters engagements with the Mengyuan navy.
To strengthen the fighting will of the Mengyuan front-line soldiers, Tydarell personally boarded a warship and led his troops to advance directly towards the outpost of the Beastmen navy's Plains Alliance.
Tydarell stood on a warship, which was much higher than ordinary warships. It could almost rival Gagae's five-colored warships, but in terms of shipbuilding technology, it was far inferior.
Tydarell stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the Plains Alliance. He saw an endless forest of spears and swords along the Plains Alliance, and banners that blotted out the sun.
A vast killing aura surged from the water, astonishing Tydarell. Within this killing aura, there was a hidden primitive beastliness, surging and powerful, as if facing an insurmountable wall.
The Winter generals clearly had not expected the Mengyuan navy to possess such military might. They even doubted if Mengyuan had concentrated all its forces on the Plains Alliance.
Seeing the formidable power of the Plains Alliance, Tydarell took a deep breath and reflected, saying to his subordinates, "Do you think I can conquer Mengyuan by coming here?"
Everyone looked at each other. With Tydarell personally leading the expedition, if they responded truthfully, they might displease His Majesty; if they answered insincerely, they might be accused of deceiving the emperor.
As they were pondering how to answer, a staff officer stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this minister believes that Mengyuan's destiny has not yet ended, and it should not be attacked."
Once someone spoke, everyone nodded in agreement. In fact, this was what they were thinking, but they only dared to express it if someone took the lead.
Tydarell sighed and said, "Although Winter has thousands of warriors, they are of no use!"
After sighing, he looked back at one of the staff officers and said, "What you said is not false."
With these words, all the civil and military officials breathed a sigh of relief.
Shouts of killing and sporadic sounds of weapons clashing filled this long and narrow valley. The empty Dragon Ridge Valley instantly became lively, with Augustus at the forefront.
The dual sabers in his hands were already stained red with blood, and the blood flowed down the blade. The magical beast he rode had already been dyed into a blood beast, which was horrifying to behold.
This battle was undoubtedly a massacre. The Saint Romann army fleeing forward was utterly incapable of resisting the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers. Even if they wanted to surrender, they were mercilessly beheaded by the swooping Azure Armored Divine Soldiers. Blood sprayed from their necks, and their severed heads were grabbed by the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers and casually tied to their waists.
The fierce Azure Armored Divine Soldiers advanced like modern heavy tanks, crushing anyone who stood in their way into powder.
The narrow path of the Dragon Ridge Valley was littered with headless corpses, and the ground was covered in blood and mud, emitting a foul odor that was truly terrifying and bloody.
Augustus, mounted on his magical beast, raised his long saber and shouted, "Warriors! Your prey is at the mouth of the valley ahead! Kill! Seal the valley mouth and protect our hunting grounds!"
The rapidly charging Azure Armored Divine Soldiers roared in unison.
"Kill!"
This simple and resonant slogan, when spoken in the Witch language, was so provocative and urgent that the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers became frenzied. The light in their eyes flickered with a strange glow, as if they were seeing a red bullfight.
Steel forks shot out from the ranks of the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers, piercing the chests of the Saint Romann soldiers from behind. The tips of the forks pierced straight through their chests, and the rapidly fleeing Saint Romann soldiers were impaled and knelt on the ground, struggling to get up out of a desperate desire to survive.
The Azure Armored Divine Soldier hunting him drew a short knife from his waist and severed his head with one stroke, stuffing it into his waist before roaring away.
This could not be called a war at all; it was a massacre, a slaughter of defenseless civilians by demons of killing.
In the rear, Sene and Zu'an led the barbarian army, slowly approaching the Dragon Ridge Valley behind the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers. They could not keep up with the frenzied Azure Armored Divine Soldiers and were left far behind. Sene remarked with emotion, "If I had a force like this, why would I fear a mere Saint Roman?"
Zu'an shook his head with a mocking smile and said, "Barbarian King!"
Sene was slightly displeased by his expression, "What, Zu'an doesn't believe me?"
Zu'an shook his head, "When the main god created things, he already determined that no person is perfect. Although the Azure Armored Divine Soldiers are fierce and powerful, their ability to reproduce is extremely poor, so their population is less than a third of ours."
"What?"
Sene was clearly surprised that the fiercest and most powerful tribe of the Witch race had only a mere hundred thousand people, their scale even less than that of a small barbarian tribe.
One could imagine how fierce the competition was among the Witch tribes.
Sene suddenly seemed to understand why Zu'an could persuade these Witch tribes to get involved in this slaughter, and his back felt a chill.
Zu'an, however, did not expect that his careless remark would make this seemingly boisterous man think so much. He continued to chat and laugh as before.
Obviously, with the impending relief from Xiao Xun's pressure, he was in a good mood, so much so that he did not notice Sene's expression at all.
In the Water Palace of the Fuliujia River, the old and frail Fuliujia River Dragon King frowned, his face so wrinkled that it all seemed to be piled on his forehead. "When two armies fight, there should be killing intent, but how can there be such ferocious beastly resentment hidden within the beastmen's ranks?"
The Turtle Prime Minister, wearing court attire, stood beside the Fuliujia River Dragon King, stretching his neck to whisper in the Dragon King's ear, "This is a formation set up by the beastmen's experts, but it is outwardly strong and inwardly weak, a paper tiger meant to scare people."
The Fuliujia River Dragon King looked at the Turtle Prime Minister with surprise. The Turtle Prime Minister nodded, indicating that he was not speaking without basis.
Suddenly, the crystal palace shook, and the light of the night pearls flickered and swayed.
The Fuliujia River Dragon King and the Turtle Prime Minister exchanged glances, a trace of alarm flashing in their eyes.
The Turtle Prime Minister said, "Your humble servant will go and see."
With that, he turned and walked out.
The Fuliujia River Dragon King looked at the crystal ball in front of him, his brow unfurrowing as he said, "Truly, the heavens bless the beastmen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the Turtle Prime Minister's footsteps. The Fuliujia River Dragon King quickly turned his head and asked, "How is it?"
The Turtle Prime Minister, with a look of panic, said, "Mighty! Mighty! I don't know who among the beastmen set up such a formation. This primitive beastly aura has forced all my water tribe members to move towards the north bank, thus stirring up the wind and waves."
The Fuliujia River Dragon King seemed to have anticipated this and couldn't help but laugh loudly, "It would be so! The wind will rise at noon today, and with the strength of my water tribe, there will be great danger on the water! It is truly Tydarell's ill fate; he should be defeated here."
The Turtle Prime Minister couldn't help but smile upon hearing this, "Then this humble servant will not restrain them and let them be."
As they spoke and laughed, they exchanged a smile with the Fuliujia River Dragon King.