Chapter 443: Chapter 443: The Warriors who Disappeared in the River of Ti_1
Such chaos. It was as if they could almost glimpse the future—the doom of their leaderless clans! And so, filled with such sorrow and desolation, so of the birds, having suddenly gained a glimr of wisdom from this dramatic change, were imdiately attracted to the plumting bodies and blood of the kings below! They had to save themselves; a powerful new king had to erge. Only then could they protect their clans and continue leading them to conquer the cities of the Human Race, until the day of their return!
Therefore, the birds, a spark of intelligence already glinting in their eyes, could no longer suppress their instincts. And then, they pounced downward! They wanted to catch up and feast on their king’s flesh and blood. This was not only their instinct to snatch food but also their instinct to quickly ascend as new kings!
However, these beasts, though montarily stimulated into a flicker of wisdom, possessed only tiny brains. How could they comprehend that in the very instant they were driven by instinct and desire, a small opening had appeared in the previously tightly defended and densely packed sky? Though it was less than a twentieth of the area, this was already the greatest battle outco achievable by a single No.12 cannon tower. At the sa ti, it was enough for Jin Botao to glimpse the greater and more powerful shadows and conspiracies hidden behind the scenes.
Of course, for the artilleryn, they only rembered one thing: they had shattered a cloud!
Of course, at this very mont, just as everyone couldn’t help but show their excitent and elation, itching to cheer on the spot, Jin Botao wasn’t about to be sarcastic or mock those who had previously targeted him. Similarly, Jin Botao wouldn’t tell these fellows the real truth either. Because that was the culmination of his long-accumulated experience and knowledge, sothing not achieved overnight. What he could do now was patiently guide these fellows, making them understand that it didn’t matter if they fired haphazardly, as long as they aid at the sky.
Therefore, Jin Botao burst into hearty laughter. His face wore a fierce expression, much like one of these intimidating artilleryn speaking to new recruits, as he said, "Alright, lads! Get ready! This is just the beginning! You don’t understand beasts, but beasts are always just beasts! So the real show from these little beasts is yet to co!
"Their king may be dead, and it might seem to have little effect on other clans, but the kings of those other clans definitely won’t want to see these little beasts survive! So, aim! Bearing... continue!..."
Imdiately, under Jin Botao’s direction, the n once again aid their cannons in the direction he indicated. At that mont, there was nothing there. Apart from the white clouds drifting across a sky the azure hue of an oil painting, there was nothing else of note. But sohow, having already been stunned by one of Jin Botao’s miracles, everyone, at this mont, desperately wanted to witness another—one that was unimaginable yet made their blood boil with excitent!
Without a doubt, Jin Botao had achieved it. Once he made his move, he was the undisputed ace artillerist, capable of commanding everyone’s awe. Of course, Jin Botao’s ability to achieve this was not solely due to his own rit. It was because, as a veteran soldier, what he was employing at this mont was essentially the experience the Human Race had accumulated in facing the Beast Clan. And this experience told Jin Botao that the Human Race’s way of war had always differed from that of the Beast Clan. The Beast Clan could achieve victory because they relied on numbers, brutality, and ferocity! But why could the Human Race win? They had always relied solely on their innate intellect, their brain, until that brain beca the Human Race’s greatest asset.
Therefore, Jin Botao could see at a glance that for those beasts, the blood of a king might represent their hope for advancent, the craving of their very genes. But for him, a mber of the Human Race, the blood of an enemy like the Beast Clan was definitely sothing he could exploit; it was indeed the sharpest weapon the Human Race was most adept at using, one that could strike the most critical vulnerabilities! This was because for the Beast Clan, the power of their bloodline made them strong. But the innate befuddlent that ca with their bloodline naturally beca a befuddlent they could not control. Naturally, their bloodline beca the greatest loophole lurking within the genetic chain of the Beast Clan. At the sa ti, it naturally allowed the Human Race to target this loophole and set more and larger traps for them!
This was the wisdom of the Human Race, and also their most powerful weapon in the unending struggle against the Beast Clan groups.
anwhile, as Jin Botao fought valiantly atop the city wall, continuously repelling the enemy—even disregarding his own body, already over sixty years old with bones growing old and frail, to forcibly ascend the cannon tower and battle courageously!
「Inside Quan State City.」
So of the quick-witted elders were completely alard by Jin Botao’s strange actions. And so, at this mont, those who were supposed to continue waiting imdiately cast their gaze towards the highest point of the city wall—the high tower that marked Jin Botao’s position! It was one of the few cannon towers in Quan State, yet now, in the blink of an eye, it had beco the bellwether for Quan State’s future. Because Jin Botao stood there, continuing to fight for Quan State with his already aged body!
Therefore, these elders, who should have continued to wait, pondered deeply, their thoughts stirring like turbulent waves.
Sothing is not right! That old fox, he’s sensed that sothing is amiss...
The beasts are nurous! But as long as we hold our ground, nothing should happen in the short term. So, what exactly has he sensed?...
This fellow definitely has secrets! It’s a pity; we originally planned to wait a bit longer, but now it seems he can’t afford to wait anymore!...
Thus, because of Jin Botao’s actions, the entirety of Quan State had changed. In that instant, the Wind Rises and Clouds Surge swept through Quan State. In that instant, the entire city was aghast! And at this mont, through Jin Botao’s unusual actions, these old foxes, who had vanished from the Federation for a very long ti, all sensed that sothing was amiss! They simultaneously understood that this Beast Tide Attack was definitely not as simple as they had imagined!
They all knew that the number of beasts, now an enemy at the gate, approached several million. Various Beast Clan groups also lurked in the sky above. As a result, Quan State could only passively endure constant attacks under such a powerful offensive. However, they also understood clearly that although Quan State had always maintained a low profile, its strength was not to be underestimated. Because apart from them, the known figures, Quan State possessed an even greater trump card—one capable of deciding the outco of a battle in a single stroke! Moreover, even if the enemy’s numbers were vast, Quan State, equipped with large-scale destructive firearms, still had the capacity to fight.
So, why! Why was that old fox—who had always prided himself on being a top-notch artilleryman but had, in reality, long since retreated behind the scenes—now, in his twilight years, seemingly growing more vigorous with age, his blood boiling with fervor! Why did he even dare to step onto the battlefield alone, so readily, as if defying his age entirely? Moreover, he wasn’t just acting as an on-the-spot commander. He had even temporarily taken on the role of a humble artilleryman, blasting open a patch of sky above them. Of course, this was also because these old fellows knew that, while the Federation’s warriors might not necessarily be weaker than Jin Botao in his youth, these youngsters absolutely did not possess Jin Botao’s formidable battlefield intuition! Because only they, these old-tirs, knew the true difference between continuous life-or-death battles and rely one or two such encounters. And Jin Botao, undoubtedly, was one of the warriors who had truly erged from those years. Otherwise, these rookies of the Federation wouldn’t have had such a pathetic record earlier—bombarding for over an hour only to kill a re handful of enemies, like ants. But the mont Jin Botao joined the fray, their killing power had seed to surge exponentially, as if they had undergone a complete tamorphosis. So, these n could be certain that Jin Botao was definitely hiding so information. So much so that he had even abandoned his plans for retaliation against those students, or any so-called preemptive asures. His entire purpose was clearly just to secure every possible vital force for Quan State!
Therefore, at this mont, these old fellows could finally no longer remain idle. Even though so among them were missing hands, so had lost feet, so were missing an eye, and so even had their noses gone, leaving only a deep, distinct cavity in its place! But one thing was abundantly clear: when they erged one by one from their small houses, stepping openly before everyone, those people—whether familiar or strangers—upon seeing these old fellows, imdiately recognized their presence. They quickly approached, and though their hearts were filled with shock, they hastily concealed the boundless astonishnt on their faces and respectfully asked,
"Ancestor, why have you co out of seclusion?..."
"Elder, has sothing happened that required you to personally co out of seclusion?..."
This was the dignity and majesty they commanded as Martial Artists. Even after decades of self-cultivation and tempering their spirits, these old fellows could not conceal the imposing aura about them; each one seethed with a palpable killing intent, their presence overwhelmingly formidable. So much so that no matter how long they had vanished or how deeply they had hidden their tracks, they were, without a doubt, the unwavering pillars of their community.
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