Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 966: Chapter 766: Eight Desolate Disciples, Ready for Battle!

The day has come.

It’s just past noon.

Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi mobilized a combined force of over two hundred thousand troops from Zhenjiang and Yangzhou, setting out in unison with a clear objective - to march towards Yingtianfu City.

Along the way, dust rose in all directions, the sound of hooves thundered like roaring thunder, banners fluttered, and the momentum was unparalleled.

Iron Gall Divine Hou donned his gun clothes and robe, sitting atop a war chariot, personally overseeing the march of the two armies, boosting everyone’s morale and spirit.

Within Yingtian City, the defenses were already fortified, and a large contingent of imperial guards and stationed troops were dispatched to guard the city. The imperial banners of Great Ming fluttered atop the city walls, declaring its legitimacy.

Meanwhile, outside the city, there was also a large jumble of Eight Desolate Disciples players riding in from surrounding cities.

They were wearing eye-catching black head covers, carrying a variety of weapons, and appeared in disorganized groups at Pinglin Mountain, without any semblance of formation or order.

Some players, seeing that the two armies had not yet arrived, the battle had not yet begun, and Yingtian City was sealed off, couldn’t help but set up stalls on the spot, trading and selling special items and equipment from various places.

In no time, what was originally a serious battlefield turned bizarre due to the endless shouting and haggling.

Each player, wearing a black head cover, wandered back and forth, trading with each other, forming a small marketplace that greatly diluted the murderous atmosphere.

Upon the city walls of Yingtian City, two generals frowned as they looked out at the bizarre behavior of a group of Abnormal People in the plains and meadows not far away, sharing puzzled glances.

One of the generals, his eyebrows tightly knit, let out a cold snort and said, ”Fortunately, we drove out the irrelevant Abnormal People from within the city early on, leaving only those law-abiding ones within the organizational military. Moreover, we tightly closed the city gates. Otherwise, allowing these undisciplined and bizarre Abnormal People into the city could disrupt our military morale.”

Another general with a beautiful beard said solemnly, ”These Abnormal People claim to be Eight Desolate Disciples, all summoned by the Black Wind Village Chief. It is said that people from various sects are among them. Logically, there should be some friction and animosities between these sects.

But once these people put on that strange head cover and become Eight Desolate Disciples, they set aside all grudges, becoming a unified entity that obeys the commands of the Black Wind Village Chief, even willing to do things that harm their own sect’s interests. They’re simply degenerates, of poor character.”

At this point, the two generals felt a sense of mutual understanding, cursing and showing disdain disdainfully.

On the adjacent city wall path, several player soldiers clad in armor didn’t dare move, casting wide-eyed glances at each other.

They only felt that the Eight Desolate Head Covers and Hidden Weapons and poisons they hid in their arms started feeling scorching, making their glances wander and become uneasy.

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As time ticked away, many players began to find it hard to bear.

The sun-drenched early June, with winds both sweltering and sandy, swept across the plains, stirring up scorching heat waves that made the players feel unbearably hot.

Many Eight Desolate Disciples, who had once sworn never to remove their head covers in front of outsiders, began to gather in threes and fives in shady spots, rolling up their head covers like guilty thieves, sneaky and furtive.

”Why haven’t they come yet? I’m close to getting heat rash and if they don’t come soon, even the greatest reward won’t be worth this.”

”Oh, I can’t take it anymore, guys, let’s make a deal, we’ll take turns keeping watch, one by one. I’ll go offline for ten minutes first, and ten minutes later, I’ll be back to keep watch.”

”The Black Wind Village Chief doesn’t see us Eight Desolate Disciples as humans, leaving us to roast under the sun until we’re all oiled up, like we’re animals! Ow! Who hit me?”

”You’re glowing red, who else would I hit but you? Brothers, let’s get him together and hand this traitor over to the Eight Desolates Ancestor later; there’ll definitely be rewards.”

”Wow! Someone dares to insult our Ancestor like that? Grab your gear, it’s not like we have anything else to do.”

”Brother, just give in, will you? We’ll treat you to drinks later. Cheers to our insincere Eight Desolates friendship.”

Many players, struggling with the unbearable heat, were seething inside, even though they just muttered curses inwardly.

At this point, seeing someone nearby glowing red, they immediately called out excitedly.

Much to the astonishment of soldiers and generals on Yingtian City’s walls, the Abnormal People began fighting among themselves.

Many Abnormal People even gathered around to applaud, shouting and cheering, as if delighting in the chaos.

One general looked incredulously at the bearded general and said, ”Isn’t this exactly what you said earlier, about these Eight Desolate Disciples setting aside all grievances once they put on their head covers?”

The bearded general’s face stiffened, feeling a wave of embarrassment, he forced a couple of dry laughs, inwardly cursing them as a bunch of rabble, and snorted without saying another word.

At that moment, a sudden whistle sounded from the guard tower within the city, signaling a small yellow flag, waving several times towards the northeast.

The two generals’ expressions became solemn at once, looking out towards the northeast.

On the distant horizon, faintly shimmering sunlight suddenly revealed a line of dust rolling like wave upon the sea, and soon, they felt the ground subtly vibrating beneath them.

The players on the plains were the first to notice the ground’s vibrations, and many immediately lay down with their ears to the ground, listening, soon breaking into smiles.

”They’re coming, they’re coming! The Ancestor’s main force is coming!”

”Black Wind Daddy has arrived!”

”Look up at the sky!”

The gaze of more than four thousand Eight Desolate Disciples collectively shifted skyward.

When they noticed two fist-sized black dots appearing in the bright azure sky, a gleam of joyous spark lit up in their eyes.

Instantly, the scorching wind seemed to carry a refreshing coolness, easing their overheated bodies at once, and even the sunlight appeared less harsh, as if alternating with the distant vibrations of hooves and the army’s strides, brighter and dimmer, marking the arrival of an exhilarating moment.

”Eeeeeee!——”

A sharp eagle cry resonated through the sky.

Two birds like dark clouds quickly magnified in front of all the Eight Desolate Disciples on the plains.

Those black feathers gleamed like iron under the sun, exuding an impressive aura - the Demon Hawks.

The familiar Jade Chair on their back shone brightly in the sunlight.

A silhouette like a Demon King, with a black cloak waving in the wind, an imposing giant figure sitting in the clouds served as pure intimidation.

Black Wind Village Chief - Jiang Dali!

His head, covered in short hair like hard steel needles, faced the glaring sunlight. His large hand resting on the armrest of the Ice Soul Jade Chair held power and strength. His cold and confident eyes, sharp features slightly raised with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, all revealed his absolute uniqueness, his absolute defiance.

All the people on the ground gazed upwards, their expressions filled with awe, reverence, fear, and vigilance, each differing in their own ways.

As if at the instant this silhouette appeared in the air, many people were obscured by wings like dark clouds, and the other’s immense reputation had already hit their spirits and minds like a tsunami.

On the wall of Yingtian City, the slightly chaotic sounds rose and fell.

Many soldiers’ eyes flickered, their palms holding sharp weapons sweating as they recalled the great slaughter caused by this person when he forcefully entered Yingtian City in the past.

Yet ironically, now such a powerful person, just removed from Ming Country’s wanted list, actively leads troops to save the collapsing building of the Ming Country.

Jiang Dali’s severe and stern gaze swept over the Eight Desolate disciples scattered below, like a king surveying his subjects, suddenly took a deep breath and shouted.

”Eight Desolate Heroes, where are you!!”

His thunderous shout instantly erupted like a storm wrapped in loud thunder, roaring out, forming waves of resounding responses.

”Where are you!!!”

”Where are you!!”

This shout, like a bolt of lightning, struck the hearts of all Eight Desolate players below, electrifying them.

The emotions of everyone were like a fiery flame, aroused all at once; the heroic spirit surged to their heads with just one call from the village chief.

”The Eight Desolate Disciples are here!!”

”The Eight Desolate Disciples are here!!”

”Grandmaster, we have arrived!”

In the forest, in the field, under the shade of the trees...

Figures wearing black head covers, like excited huskies, ran and shouted excitedly, rushing out.

Swish, swish, swish.

Flashes of white light appeared.

The players who went offline after getting the news on the forum now came online one after another.

Some somersaulted in the air, some displayed the Wild Goose Formation, their movement techniques unfolding as they rushed toward the open area to gather.

Suddenly, in front of Jiang Dali, a vast number of Eight Desolate players appeared with bright blood bars above their heads, converging like tributaries into the rivers and seas, appearing simultaneously, creating a scene as grand as mountains echoing and seas roaring.

On the wall of Yingtian City, two generals inhaled sharply.

They only felt that the Eight Desolate disciples, who seemed like scattered and contemptible soldiers before, suddenly displayed high efficiency, mobility, and executive power at this moment.

Although they still appeared disorganized, just the call and command of the Black Wind Village Chief gathered over forty thousand people together, a kind of rallying power and prestige sufficient to shock anyone.

”Good! They are all fine heroes for the village chief to conquer the world and compete for supremacy!”

Jiang Dali stood up energetically, one hand on his waist, his black cloak fluttering behind, and the Iron Nail Bracelet sparkling beneath sunlight.

He was exuberant, looking at the massive force gathered below, eyes shining with unusual brilliance, laughing heartily.

His foot pressed down on the Demon Hawk, which immediately swirled down like an old bird knowing its master’s intention.

Jiang Dali uttered in a low voice, ”Xie Wei!”

”At your command!”

In the military formation behind, which surged with true dust and earthquake-like motions, Xie Wei shouted in response, took the lead to charge out, waved his hand, issuing marching orders.

Immediately, sixty thousand troops abruptly divided into three parts like birds with broken wings.

Among them, forty thousand troops composed of cavalry and elite forces rushed to the plain, positioned toward the northwest near Yang Province and Zhenjiang, quickly raised flags and organized into formation, arrayed on the plain with tidy and uniform formations, resembling a war machine eager for blood.

The other two groups followed tactical orders, like two sharp knives reaching the outskirts of the surrounding forests, hiding as planned, sheathing knives, resting, and waiting for the arrival of the Divine Guard.

”What a powerful reinforcement! Truly worthy of being led by General Xie’s strong troops and fierce warriors.”

On the wall of Yingtian City, the two generals showed joyful expressions.

They only felt that with this aid brought by the Black Wind Village Chief, along with their defending troops, even if the Divine Guard added another hundred thousand to their twenty thousand, they wouldn’t be able to breach Yingtianfu City.

No one noticed that at this moment, inside the heavily guarded Inner City of Yingtian, almost overlooked was the ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

A robust and burly figure appeared at the very bottom of this dark and foul dungeon, with some sentimentality, staring at the shattered stone tablet, sighing softly.

”Gu Santong! You and I have been both foes and friends for life, but alas, you are dead!

You could never witness the scene that is about to transpire today in your lifetime.

Today, I shall officially become the Emperor of Ming Country. You won over me for a lifetime, but this time, I will not lose again, I won’t lose to anyone!

Once I become Emperor, I will awaken Suxin, I absolutely will!”

The voice quietly spread through the dark, stinking Heavenly Prison, only startling a few squealing black mice, with no other ears to hear.

The person slowly turned around, a pair of tiger-like eyes shimmered in the darkness, a stern and majestic face under the dim light appeared as powerful and unpredictable, possessing an unfathomable aura of authority.

This person was unexpectedly Iron Gall Divine Hou—Zhu Wushi, who should be part of the Divine Guard...

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