Chapter 742 – Embers and Cold
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
As the magical artifact shattered, a strand of Qi erged from the squad leader’s hand, spreading with remarkable speed across the entire cliff.
The corpses of the human soldiers, whether on the ground, or on the spears of the demon soldiers, or in the mouths of their wolves, responded to this Qi, and a weaker Qi, almost like a scent, erged from their bodies.
This Qi was like an invisible fla that was now igniting a long-hidden kindling.
The demon soldiers seed to sense sothing, and a sar of shock appeared in their green eyes. With a set of sharp shouts, they waved their spears to cast those human corpses far away, at the sa ti jerking on the leather reins around the necks of their wolves, intending to turn and retreat.
But it was too late.
These strange wolves were very dimwitted and had no inkling of what was going on, so they were sowhat unwilling to throw away the human corpses in their mouths. At this mont, a bright yellow ball of light erged from the deceased humans. Simultaneously, more balls of yellow light lit up all across the cliff.
Boomboomboomboom!
Terrifying explosions rumbled through the mountains like claps of thunder. Then a fire began to blaze, almost instantly transforming the area into a sea of flas.
The hard rock was exploded into chunks and then lted by the blazing flas into lava that splashed onto the demon soldiers.
The wolves t an even more miserable fate. Their heads were imdiately blown to bits, transforming into mangled piles of flesh and at bearing no resemblance to their original appearance.
Howls of misery continuously rose up from the disorderly mountains, but they were unable to pass through the sea of flas and surging waves of Qi, and quickly died away.
Just like this, the demon soldiers and their wolf mounts died.
The surging waves of Qi carved out a smooth slope on the mountain cliffs before mixing into the heavens and earth.
The sea of flas, however, persisted for a very long ti as the flas gradually lost their energy.
The squad leader released his hold on the scorched black item on his forearm that was once a small shield, and began to slowly crawl to the back.
His right arm had been completely destroyed by the explosive might of the magical artifact and his chest was also a bloody ss, with bones faintly visible. He had suffered severe injuries, but he was still not dead.
Before he died, he still had one task that he had to complete: killing the array master.
He deeply respected the young array master, who would assuredly have had the best prospects if he survived, and such an outstanding human should not be frozen or starved to death. And also...the day before yesterday, he had received an order. By no ans could he let this young array master fall into the hands of the demons. If it was necessary, he could kill him.
With so difficulty, he crawled up to the stretcher. As he gasped a few tired breaths, he looked at the young array master on the stretcher with a rather complex and sorrowful expression.
The magical artifact he had used to kill the five demon soldiers had naturally been no ordinary magical artifact, but a very strange sort that was more similar to an array. This sort of magical artifact that used the power of an array was extrely rare, and its thod of use was excessively cruel. The Great Zhou Army had essentially never used them before.
It was said that this set of magical artifacts ca from the Wenshui Tangs. He could possess this sort of magical artifact because he was the general’s trusted subordinate, and also because the small squad of the Mount Song Army that he led was often entrusted with very important missions, like protecting or killing this young array master.
Even at the mont of their deaths, the soldiers under him never knew that this magical artifact had been planted in their bodies long ago.
When he thought of the order the general gave to him before the battle, the squad leader revealed a rather perplexed expression.
For this person, the important figures of the Mount Song Army had clearly made many arrangents in advance, even preparing to bury this small squad.
"Just who are you?" he muttered to the unconscious young array master on the stretcher.
Before he killed this person, he had a deep desire to know his na and surna. Perhaps it was only this way that he could feel a little consolation.
Regretfully, this person had suffered a backlash on the battlefield and been severely wounded. It was utterly impossible for him to awaken and answer his question.
He laboriously pulled out a dagger, aid it at the young array master’s throat, and then closed his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he pushed down.
But he did not hear the sound of the throat breaking, nor did he feel the dagger puncture through flesh.
He opened his eyes and saw to his astonishnt that the dagger was being clutched between two fingers, utterly incapable of pressing forward.
Even more astonishingly, these two fingers belonged to the young array master.
At so point, the array master had awakened and opened his eyes, and was now quietly watching.
His eyes were very cold, completely devoid of emotion. They were like the ice covering these mountains, but there were bloodstains beneath this ice that exuded a faint stench of blood.
The squad leader ca to his senses and felt an inexplicable fear upon looking at the array master’s eyes.
The young array master lightly flicked his fingers, taking the dagger, but doing nothing after that.
The squad leader quickly explained what had just occurred.
The young array master seed to be in deep thought.
The squad leader had no more strength. Exhausted, he sat on the ground and said in gratitude, "You’re still alive, so the deaths of my brothers will not have been wasted."
The young array master’s voice seed particularly cold. "Do you really think that any of you pieces of trash can decide whether I live or die? I just didn’t want to act."
"What?" The squad leader froze, not daring to believe what he had just heard.
What did this an? After spending a few monts in amazed stupefaction, he beca furious, pointing at the burned corpses on the cliffs and wanting to reprimand the array master.
The young array master did not give him a chance. A terrifying Qi erged from those cold and cruel eyes, instantly jolting him to death, transforming him into a blood-covered corpse. Then, this corpse began to blaze from the remaining flas left behind by the magical artifact, producing an unpleasant sll.
"Regardless of whether it was out of kindness or to carry out an order, you still attempted to kill ."
The young array master apathetically stared at the burning corpse and declared, "So you needed to die."
The howling of the cold wind gradually extinguished the embers on the cliff, dispersing those mixed and unpleasant scents.
The demon soldiers and their wolf mounts had been at the very center of the attacks of ten-so magical artifacts, and they were burned by a sea of flas. The only thing that remained of them was a rough outline, and it was impossible to make out their original appearances. Then ten-so bodies of the human soldiers were also in an awful state. In short, it was a dismal scene, a cruel environnt.
But the young array master did not leave, instead lying back down on the stretcher.
He closed his eyes as if unable to see the hellish mountainside, unable to sll the charred bodies, unable to feel the chill of the wind. Just like that, he fell asleep.
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