chsdbacks Chapter 177: Is it her?
Chapter 177: Is it her?
Half a month ago, the human race of Great Wei sent a letter requesting a joint battle against the demons.
For the banshees, whether it's protecting their homeland of the Western Poison Forest or fighting for the survival of their race, they need to participate in this war against the demonic tide.
Just then, Zhang Ping decided to try hunting down the Demon Lord again, so he instructed Muya to agree to the alliance request sent by the Great Wei.
However, Zhang Ping did not want to follow the main force to the decisive battlefield. Instead, he planned to take advantage of the decisive battle at the front and go to the southern border alone.
A rift in the sky over southern Xinjiang allows one to enter the Demon-Sealing Space.
Inside is where the ancient demon corpse was sealed.
If the information is correct, the Demon Lord's consciousness is currently residing within the demon corpse.
It is a new consciousness born from the countless years of the ancient demonic corpse.
However, the details of why Wang Tian, who had disappeared hundreds of years ago, would become its new body are difficult to find.
However, to completely kill the Demon Lord, one must start with the consciousness within the Demon Corpse.
Although the action is risky, it has a much higher success rate than advancing from the front lines.
As the sun rose, Zhang Ping reached out and embraced Mu Ya's slender, soft waist. It felt wonderful, and he unconsciously caressed it.
Delicate skin texture.
He said, "Don't worry about me in this decisive battle. I can come and go as I please. What you need to be careful about is not to be at the forefront of the battle. Try to deploy other powerful beastmen as much as possible, and only send a small number of banshees."
"Unless the situation is unfavorable, guarding the Western Poison Forest remains the top priority."
The two stood on the mountaintop, their eyes sweeping across the dense Western Poison Forest shrouded in morning mist.
The banshee clan rose to power under his forceful support. Although their current strength matches that of a hegemon, it has only been a short time and many unforeseen events remain.
Variables are unpredictable; even the prophetic tablet can only predict them the moment they appear.
"Okay." Mu Ya didn't say much, but instead lifted the hem of her dress at her waist and gently rested her head against Zhang Ping's chest.
......
"Hurry up! All of you, hurry up!"
Yinshan Mountain, a mountain road.
Yinshan is located in the northern part of the Great Wei Dynasty. After the demon invasion, it was one of the few areas in the Great Wei Dynasty that was able to maintain a certain degree of stability.
Thanks to its geographical location and surrounding climate, Yinshan is home to many medicinal herbs used in cultivation. It was once a region directly controlled by the Great Wei Demon Extermination Bureau, which provided resources specifically for the Bureau.
As the situation worsened, a large number of powerful warriors were deployed to the front lines. The new generation of martial artists continuously broke through and improved their skills in battle.
The demand for secret medicines naturally increased accordingly.
Therefore, the status of Yinshan Mountain was also elevated.
At this moment, a team composed entirely of martial artists, led by a Black Abyss Army, was escorting a convoy of carriages stretching nearly a kilometer long.
The caravan used large flatbed carts pulled by four horses, each cart filled to the brim with tightly packed boxes.
Heavy objects ran over it.
The mouse that peeked out from the roadside bushes quickly shoved its head back into its burrow.
Under the blue sky, an eagle glides on the wind, its pair of dark eyes fixed on the convoy below.
"My lord, this is already the fastest speed. If we increase the speed any further, even the Dragon Spirit Horse will not be able to keep up."
The Black Abyss Army squad leader approached Long Wei, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Long Xu frowned deeply, then stomped his foot and flew into the sky.
After scanning the nearly kilometer-long line, he began to estimate the distance between this place and the front line.
After a brief assessment, he secretly thought to himself that things were not going well.
This shipment of medicinal herbs was specifically ordered to be delivered on time, as it is related to the final battle.
If this is delayed and affects the battlefield situation, then he will be a sinner against the entire human race!
Without hesitation, he landed immediately, walked up to the Black Abyss Army squad leader, and said:
"This place is still far from the front line. In order not to affect the situation, I would like to ask Captain Li to lead the Black Abyss Army to split into the front carriages and horses first. I will have each of the carriages behind send out a Dragon Spirit Horse."
"We must get to the frontline destination as quickly as possible!"
Li Jing's face was solemn. He had worked with Long Xu for many years and had never seen him look like this before.
The rumors that had been circulating for over a month suddenly came to mind. My throat tightened.
Is the final battle about to begin...?
After a brief moment of distraction, Li Jing immediately straightened up and solemnly said, "Elder Long, rest assured, even if it kills the Dragon Spirit Horse, I will have the Black Abyss Army carry the supplies to the front lines! I guarantee the mission will be completed on time!"
With a solemn fist salute, Li Jing stared at the person in front of him for a long time before resolutely turning around and giving orders to the Black Abyss Army.
Longxu also instructed the rear convoy to allocate horses so that the wagons carrying important materials could proceed first.
The nearly kilometer-long queue split up here.
......
Repressed.
This reflects the feelings of the majority of people in the Great Wei Dynasty.
Along the country path, an old farmer washed the mud off his trousers with water from the ditch. Looking up, he saw his eldest son hurrying away with the conscripted soldiers.
His aged body remained stiff for a long time.
"Old man, what are you standing there for? Who walked past that? They look familiar. Is it the road?"
An old woman walked from the edge of the field, her clothes covered in mud, pounding her back as she waved her hands.
His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes squinted as he looked into the distance.
Upon hearing the old woman's voice, the old farmer suddenly started shouting:
"You old woman, what gave you those eyes? Lu'er went to the city early this morning to practice martial arts with his master, how could it be him!"
"Huh?" The old woman's hearing seemed to be impaired, but she still heard clearly.
"You still have to go to martial arts practice? Didn't you say you weren't going anymore because you weren't doing well?"
"Why wouldn't you go? You old woman, you have no taste for anything. Going to practice martial arts is the best way; only through martial arts can you earn money. But who knows when you'll be back..."
The old farmer's voice grew softer and softer, and his cloudy eyes became increasingly blurry.
The woman didn't hear the second half clearly; she only heard that her eldest son had gone to practice martial arts to earn money.
Grabbing the old farmer's hand and stepping onto the path, I could faintly hear some noise coming from the town.
But I can't hear anything. I can't see anything either.
......
Streams converge to form the Yangtze River.
If you can fly high enough, you can see the troops coming from all over the Great Wei to the front lines.
They were either ten or a hundred people.
They gathered together in small groups of two or three.
Vertical and horizontal alliances.
south,
The dark, ominous clouds that had been pressing down over southern Xinjiang suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
Strange, demonic figures appeared in the clouds.
The boundless black clouds began to move northward, and at the same time, countless demons, as dense as ants, were crawling forward on the earth.
Lightning and thunder.
......
At the edge of the Western Poison Forest, Zhang Ping's figure descended from the white clouds.
Black Tiger City.
His gaze fell upon the overgrown ruins of the city ahead, and a slight ripple stirred within him.
"We have already left the Western Poison Forest. If we continue southeast, we will be able to enter the Southern Frontier."
Suddenly, Zhang Ping stopped and turned his gaze back to the ruins of the city.
Amidst the ruins, a figure in a long blue dress stood.
She clasped her hands in front of her and looked at him.
"It's...it's her?!"