Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 58 Mountains Canonical Gods 1

In the ancient blessed land, within the grotto residence that had been silent for thousands of years, a body that had been sitting on a cushion silently transformed into a pool of pus and blood.

Such an incident was not confined to just one blessed land. Bodies were turning into pools of pus and blood in ice coffins frozen by the cold, within volcanos swallowed by magma.

These people, at the weakest in their lifetime, were highly regarded True Beings that had won fame and intimidated that region. They had hoped to survive a three-thousand-year period of Spirit Energy depletion by relying on blessed lands and Sect secret techniques.

However, they had already had Blood God Children planted within them by Kuang Tianjie during the previous era of the Spirit Energy Tidal Surge.

The moment Kuang Tianjie perished completely, the Blood God Children within them all exploded. The yet-to-awaken True Beings fell, unable to defend themselves from the backlash of the Blood God Children.

Half an hour later, a cultivator with an aged face opened the silent grotto residence. He glanced at the pool of pus and blood on the ground and casually crossed off a name on a roster with a red brushstroke.

On this roster, most of the names have already been crossed out, with only a few remaining.

Even if a blessed land provided Spirit Energy and Sect secret techniques were used for self-sealing, could an ordinary person truly endure the vicissitudes of three thousand years?

Even the high and lofty True Beings were doomed to fail in successfully surviving the three thousand years of Spirit Energy depletion.

Some fell due to their nearing lifetime, some never awakened from their slumber, and some went mad from internal confusion of their spiritual techniques. Their manner of death was varied, turning into a pool of pus and blood could only be described as commonplace.

This matter did not even stir up any waves on the Dao Inquiry Forum. The frequent occurrences of the death of yet-to-awaken True Beings was too common. No one would take it out to talk about, and no one would care.

Compared to this, the cultivators of the sect were more concerned about the whereabouts of Old Monster Kuang.

But no one knew. The pool of pus and blood represented the fall of Kuang Tianjie, the master of the Blood River Yuan Slaughter Path.

Around the Yunfu mountain range, everyone witnessed the scene of day and night changing. The rising of the magnificent Great Sun caused countless creatures to shudder.

Everyone could feel the horrifying power beneath that Great Sun, as if it harbored the power to reduce thousands of miles of land into scorched earth. No one knew where that Great Sun came from, nor what had happened within that wilderness.

Even the Mountain Gods in the Yunfu mountain range were only able to feel a sense of confusion and fear at this moment.

After confronting the enemy for many days at the border of the mountains, news of the monster tribes and Mountain Gods being killed continuously came from within, tightening the spirits of the monster tribes to the limit.

And with the rising of the golden Great Sun that expelled all evil spirits, monsters finally began to lose their minds in fear.

“Attack!”

Thunderous roars reverberated across the sky. A large number of monsters instinctively acted in accordance with the roar. Monsters wrapped in demonic power rushed out of the mountains like a swarm of locusts. The clouds that pressed against the sky seemed like the advent of a catastrophe.

“Fire!”

Roaring gunfire exploded, a large amount of ammunition poured onto the battlefield outside the mountains in an instant, and the intense explosion swallowed up the monsters rushing out of the mountains.

Blood evaporated instantly under the high temperature, limbs flew around, and dense smoke filled the entire battlefield for several kilometers.

However, in the midst of the smoke and gunfire, monsters wrapped in demonic power rushed out of the explosion field at speeds comparable to speeding cars, heading towards the Zhennan Army.

The strong explosions only took away some of the monster tribes, but did not cause all of these minor monsters to be wiped out.

Low-level monsters lack Spiritual Wisdom, but the upper-level Great Demons are not fools. They share some knowledgable monsters that knew the power of modern human weapons.

But they dared to rush forward because they were relying on something.

The monster tribe’s flesh is far beyond ordinary creatures. When the tribes gather, the Great Demons use demonic power to protect these small monsters. Ordinary bullets can only just pierce through the demonic energy and even fail to injure them.

Only when they are hit directly by artillery can their demonic power be forcibly dispersed, exposing their flesh in the explosion of gunpowder.

But the speed of the small monsters is extremely fast, they cannot be targeted with normal artillery fire. Wide-ranging bombing can only take out a portion of the small monsters.

A dense swarm of monsters flooded towards the Zhennan Army like a tidal wave, and the wise commander of the Zhennan Army gave orders to the command center with a serious expression.

“Prepare the howitzer!”

“Air support ready!”

“Bomb them!”

Hundreds of large howitzers raised their barrels and emitted a dull roar.

Warplanes roared overhead, dropping huge aerial bombs from the sky. Each could load thousands of kilograms of high-explosive bombs. These high- strength weapons intended for use against fortified positions were deployed in a direct battlefield against flesh and blood.

The huge explosion caused the ground to shake, flesh and blood evaporated quickly in the firelight, and small mushroom clouds bloomed on the battlefield.

Under such an intense bombardment, even those monster tribes protected by demonic power could only be turned to ashes. No single monster tribe could pass through the bombing zone.

Just as a round of howitzer fire was completed and they began to reload, a mournful wail resounded through the camp.

An unknown large pit had already collapsed on the ground, a gigantic ground pangolin of three meters in height popped out of the tunnel and grabbed a soldier of the Zhennan Army.

Sharp teeth easily tore flesh and shattered bones. Intense gunfire rang out instantly, but was easily blocked by that layer of scale armor imbued with demonic power.