Chapter 1620 - 510: Luo An’s Battle of Redemption, Red Silver Blade Puppet_3
Chapter 1620: Chapter 510: Luo An’s Battle of Redemption, Red Silver Blade Puppet_3
How far have I charged in?
Bang...
Just as dozens of Beishuo soldiers rushed at him like ravenous wolves, a giant red-silver saber suddenly sliced down from behind.
The saber itself was three zhang long, and the blade extended over one hundred meters in the air. The terrifying force instantly drained the surrounding air, and with one slash, it opened a trench dozens of meters long on the ground, stirring up snow mist several meters high, making the scene incredibly fearsome.
More than ten unlucky Beishuo soldiers stood right under the blade, and were instantly minced into flesh, merging directly with the trench on the ground.
The remaining soldiers who were originally charging toward Luo An saw the red-silver saber rise again, and fear appeared on their faces. They quickly scattered, abruptly abandoning their siege of Luo An.
"Ahhhhh... you scoundrel, Xia Chuan scoundrel..."
Upon seeing the red-silver saber, Luo An’s face was already filled with joy. Then, hearing an angry roar, he turned and looked toward the saber, his pupils slightly shaken.
As the snow mist cleared away, the gigantic figure behind the red-silver saber slowly revealed itself.
It was a massive red-silver puppet, about five zhang tall, with double arms that were two gigantic blades three zhang long, and lower limbs made of two four-edged conical blades.
The puppet’s neck, front chest, back, waist, abdomen, and even the main parts of its limbs—almost all parts of its body—were filled with red-silver spikes, reflecting a cold gleam in the snowy light, resembling a vast array of sharp, bristling thorns, utterly terrifying.
"The Minister just recently reforged this red-silver blade puppet this year, and it can suppress even Yang Jian..."
Luo An was not unfamiliar with Xia Chuan’s red-silver blade puppet. As one of the core disciples who could enter and exit the Xia Palace, he often went to the Artifact Refining Pavilion. Early this year, he saw the puppet within the pavilion’s furnace.
The horror on his face now was due to Yang Jian’s pathetic state.
Yang Jian’s clothes were tattered, covered with knife marks, looking like a beggar, some areas had obvious skin membranes and flesh cut open, bleeding. Hovering about ten meters above the ground, he held a long spear, glaring intensely at the red-silver blade puppet below, or more accurately, at Xia Chuan behind the puppet, with eyes full of rage.
"Xia Chuan, if you have the guts, face me directly. Sneaking around against a group of Cold Resistance soldiers, is this the way of your Great Xia..."
"Fool!"
...
Just from hearing the brief exchange between Yang Jian and Minister Xia Chuan, Luo An instantly understood. Clearly, Yang Jian’s strength should still be above Xia Chuan’s, but the issue was that this was on the battlefield, and Xia Chuan simply did not engage him one-on-one, merely maneuvering the blade puppet to deal with him.
The puppet’s large size, coupled with Xia Chuan’s prowess, even the aftermath of casual manipulations greatly affected the Beishuo soldiers. Consequently, Yang Jian was somewhat exasperated.
"He should be exasperated..."
Luo An did not spend much thought focusing on the battle between Xia Chuan and Yang Jian. Relieved by the blade puppet, he became slightly sober, quickly finding the people of the Dragon Forbidden Captain’s Third Camp. After regrouping with them, he swiftly entered command mode, leading a camp of soldiers to steadily advance toward the Beishuo army.
It was only in this advance that he noticed the clues.
The Dragon Forbidden Captain still retained its position in the middle of the front row, but the Cloud Dragon Army in the central area had already fought into the core region of the Beishuo army. The First and Second camps attacking from both flanks separately, also pierced directly into the core, while the Flag Commanders of the three factions even formed a junction within the formation.
In the first round of combat, Beishuo was utterly defeated!
"How long has it been, at most just over 200 breaths, this is the previous Moao South Slope First Town, under the strongest Beishuo army—it’s simply..."
Undefeatable!
Luo An did not say the last four words out loud, only because he had already led the crowd once again into battle with the Beishuo army.