507: The end of the war! Lanling's amazing military exploits!
The chief of the Mustang tribe is different from Constantine.
Therefore, his daughter is different from Constantine's daughter.
Although Ninian is also good at martial arts, her main task is to be beautiful and famous, attracting the admiration of countless young heroes.
As for the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe, her main task is to practice martial arts. The stronger, the better.
Therefore, her martial arts is very strong, at least much stronger than Lan Ling at this time.
Originally, as the chief's daughter, especially as a woman, she shouldn't just rush to the front. But now, she has no choice.
Berserker warriors are extremely valuable in the Mustang tribe and are their absolute trump card. Every berserker warrior is one against ten, one against dozens, and is almost invincible.
But now, this most elite and precious force is being crazily massacred by Lan Ling.
Every time a berserker dies, the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe bleeds in her heart.
Wearing snakeskin armor and a helmet, she looked like a black female leopard and rushed over crazily, as fast as lightning.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Lanling's arrows shot past like a heavy rain.
but……
Without exception, they were all blocked by her, and even pushed aside by the Gang Qi on the surface of his body.
This is the helplessness of Lanling's archery. When encountering a truly strong person, the lethality of the bow and arrow will become very limited, because it will never be able to break through the defense.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Lan Ling fired at her again, but they were all blocked!
The chief's daughter stared at Lan Ling with red eyes: "I must kill you, this monster!"
The distance between the two people is only about a hundred meters. For this woman, this distance can be reached in an instant.
Suo Mo was entangled by the chief of the Mustang tribe and three generals, unable to escape.
Du Yan was entangled by the son of the chief of the Yema tribe and could not escape. Of course, he wished Lan Ling died and there was no way he could come to rescue him.
The anxious Suo Mo roared loudly, saying that he must save Lan Ling, no matter what the cost.
Then, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and dense scales quickly grew on his body.
You can't tell what the scales are, but they look like marble patterns or the texture of an unknown monster.
Not only that, his figure suddenly expanded, becoming more than two meters tall.
Moreover, two sharp horns suddenly grew out of his head.
Suo Mo's whole person has completely transformed into a huge and terrifying demon!
Constantine looked at this scene in astonishment and sighed: "It has been many years since Suo Mo became a demon. Now in order to save his nephew, he finally became a demon again."
After being demonized, Suo Mo is extremely terrifying!
He completely gave up his defense, unleashed his bloodline power, and attacked crazily.
He completely let the swords of his four opponents slash at him.
"Bang bang bang..."
The four masters of the Mustang tribe slashed at Suo Mo crazily.
However, any inch of his body struck by the huge sword was as if it was struck on a solid rock, with a string of sparks bursting out. Suo Mo remained unscathed.
This looks somewhat similar to the berserker, but after being demonized, the hardness of the body's skin far exceeds that of the berserker.
The strength of the four masters of the Mustang Tribe is astonishing. The Berserker would have been cut in half long ago, but the cut on Suo Mo only left a faint mark.
"boom……"
Suddenly, the sword of a Mustang tribe general struck Suo Mo's back and broke into pieces.
"Ouch..." Suo Mo roared wildly and slashed out with the sword in his hand like lightning.
The general of the Mustang Tribe quickly dodged, but was swept into the air by a powerful force, and then pinned to the ground alive, unable to move at all.
Then……
Suo Mo's big sword easily split him in half, causing blood and flesh to fly.
After being demonized, Suo Mo's strength, speed, and defense have all increased dramatically.
Truly like the god of war from hell.
The four masters of the Mustang tribe besieged him. They were evenly matched at first, but now they were immediately at a disadvantage, not to mention that one of them was killed by him.
"kill……"
With a loud roar, Suo Mo's fist was like lightning, hitting the second opponent.
For a moment, another general of the Mustang tribe felt a sharp pain in front of his eyes. He was so oppressed by Suo Mo's fist that he could not breathe, and his face was almost deformed.
Then, he raised his scimitar with both hands, slashed at Suo Mo's fist, and used his scimitar to block Suo Mo's fist.
"Bang..." A burst of sparks flew, and the scimitar of this wild horse tribe directly shattered.
A huge force swept through the scimitar and swept into his arm.
"Bang..." His arm couldn't bear the impact of such a powerful force, and it burst and exploded, causing blood to fly.
"Bang!" Then, Suo Mo's fist hit his head like lightning.
The helmeted head of this wild horse tribe general was directly blasted open, exploding like a watermelon, and he died completely.
Not only the chief of the Mustang tribe, but also everyone around him was heartbroken.
Is this, is this still a human being? This is completely a demon-like existence.
The chief's whole body broke out in cold sweat. He was very brave and not afraid of death. He dared to charge forward against any opponent.
But now facing Suo Mo, he was really a little timid.
This is simply the invincible God of Death, this is simply the Demon God of Hell.
"Chief, let's go quickly..." One of the remaining masters shouted loudly, then grabbed the arm of the chief of the Mustang tribe and ran away frantically.
"It's not that easy to leave." Suo Mo shouted coldly and slashed out with the big sword in his hand.
An astonishing blast of energy hit the general on the back.
"puff……"
The body of the general from the Mustang Tribe flew out like straw, blood spurting out wildly.
The two- to three-meter-tall Suo Mo approached the chief of the Mustang tribe.
His goal is simple, to capture the chief of the Mustang tribe and save Lanling's life.
Because after the daughter of the chief of the Yema tribe saw that her father's life and death was controlled by Suo Mo, she would definitely not dare to kill Lan Ling.
…
However……
This chief's daughter is so fast and so focused!
The distance of a hundred meters is reached in an instant!
Moreover, she was totally focused on killing Lan Ling and didn't pay attention to anything around her, so she didn't know that her father was in crisis.
"Whoosh..." Like black lightning, she rushed in front of Lan Ling in an instant. The scimitar in her hand was like a bloody waning moon, slashing towards Lan Ling's neck at an alarming speed.
There may be only one person who can save Lan Ling at this time, and that is Constantine.
And he didn't have time to hesitate and think, because the time was too short, so he could only do it instinctively.
So...he didn't take action, he hated Lan Ling!
Why disgust?
Maybe it's the energy aura about him, maybe it's because he's so handsome, maybe it's because he's so evil and outstanding.
According to his inner instinct, Constantine did not want to save Lan Ling. Although the other party had made great contributions, he was still willing to see Lan Ling die.
Therefore, no one can save Lan Ling now.
The martial arts skills of the daughter of the chief of the Yema tribe are many times that of Lan Ling.
"Shua..."
Her scimitar was really like bloody lightning, sweeping across his neck, reaching its peak.
Lan Ling gathered all his mental power to slow down the world of perception, even if time slowed down ten or twenty times.
But this knife was still very fast, and the strong wind it brought about made it impossible for Lan Ling to open his eyes.
Lan Ling completely ignored the scimitar that could take his life at any time, and he stared closely into his opponent's eyes.
The eyes of this chief's daughter were blood red at this time, and the pupils still occupied a large proportion of the eyes. The pupils seemed to be bottomless and filled with endless murderous intent.
Lan Ling gathered all his mental power and pierced the opponent's eyes like a needle.
"Snapped!"
A mental attack!
This powerful spiritual force penetrated into her brain through her eyes and exploded violently.
"ah……"
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe screamed.
She only felt a golden light flash before her eyes, and her brain felt a sharp pain and went blank.
For a moment, her brain completely lost control of her body.
Lan Ling's mental power was a critical hit, and it was effective in one blow.
Immediately afterwards, he discovered the tyranny of the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe, or the defiance of the high-level demons.
Her mind went blank for the time being, and she completely lost control of her body. If she were a human, she would have been completely paralyzed and fell to the ground.
But the body of the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe in front of her relied on muscle memory and fighting instinct to continue attacking.
However, both speed and accuracy are far behind.
Lan Ling used all his strength and retreated quickly.
However, his speed is still too slow.
The scimitar of the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe still easily slit his throat, slit his aorta, and almost cut off nearly half of Lan Ling's neck.
Blood spurts out like a fountain.
"Xiaoling..." Seeing this scene, Suo Mo in the distance suddenly filled his eyes with blood, roared violently, and then punched the master next to the chief of the Mustang tribe and the three berserkers with an extremely fierce punch.
It was directly smashed into minced meat and shattered into pieces.
Then, he suddenly grabbed the chief of the Mustang tribe and tried to tear him alive.
But...Lan Ling is not dead.
The blood spurted out for less than a second.
Then, the cut wound on his neck healed quickly, and in just two seconds, he was completely back to normal.
If he hadn't used mental power to hit him hard, his whole head would have been cut off now, and he would never be able to recover and would be killed directly!
After all, the daughter of Chief Yema's mind went blank and she lost control of her body. Although she was still astonishingly powerful, she posed a much smaller threat to Lan Ling.
Lanling quickly retreated.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Then, he shot arrows at her crazily.
But... it still doesn't work.
With her fighting instinct and muscle memory, this woman was able to block every arrow from Lan Ling.
The high-level demons are truly incredible!
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A few seconds later!
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe woke up and felt a splitting headache.
Looking at Lan Ling again, I found that he was still safe and sound.
Unable to kill this monster!
This devil actually used his eyes to attack himself, and also attacked his own brain.
This is a monster!
Then, she gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain in her brain, and rushed forward to kill Lan Ling again.
But she soon discovered that her father was caught in the hands of a monster like a demon and was in danger.
"Father..." She immediately gave up killing Lan Ling and rushed towards Suo Mo.
"Ning'er, don't come here, don't come here..." The chief of the Yema tribe saw his daughter rushing towards Suo Mo and actually tried to save him. He couldn't help but roared with all his strength as his liver and gallbladder broke.
Then, he begged: "Suo Mo, please kill me. But please let my daughter go, please!"
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe quickly rushed in front of Suo Mo, slashing at his body with the scimitar in her hand, rushing forward desperately to save her father.
Suo Mo allowed her to chop him, but he was not hurt at all.
Look at the battlefield at this time!
The Mustang tribe suffered numerous casualties, plus the chief was captured and several generals were killed, so morale was extremely low and defeat was certain.
Constantine shouted loudly: "Somo, kill him and offer his head!"
Why didn't he personally cut off the head of the chief of the Mustang tribe? Because he thought highly of himself and felt that he would be the master of this land of thousands of miles in the future, so other chiefs would be one level lower than him and let his men cut off the heads of the enemy chiefs.
Sending it up will further highlight his supreme status.
Suo Mo made no sound.
At this time, the daughter of Chief Ye Ye also calmed down, knowing that she could not hurt Suo Mo or save her father.
Immediately, she dropped her machete, knelt on the ground, and cried: "Lord Suo Mo, I hurt your nephew. I am willing to die to pay for it. Please let my father go."
Then, she picked up the machete and slashed it towards her neck.
She wanted to cut off her own head alive in exchange for her father's life.
"Don't..." The chief of the Wild Horse Tribe's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a tearing roar.
"Dang!" The machete of the daughter of the Mustang chief did not cut off her own neck, but struck Suo Mo's arm, as if it was striking an extremely solid boulder.
Suo Mo saved the girl's life. He looked at the chief of the Mustang tribe and then at his daughter.
"Somo, did you hear this? I ordered you to kill him." Constantine said angrily.
"Alas..." Suo Mo sighed and said, "Go."
Then, he let go of his hand.
The chief of the Mustang tribe fell to the ground.
Constantine said angrily: "Suo Mo, do you dare to disobey me?"
Suo Mo said: "Chief, this is a battle of contention, not a battle of conquest. I don't think a chief should be killed like this."
The chief of the Yema tribe burst into tears when he looked at the barren battlefield and the countless dead and wounded tribal warriors.
He stood up, bowed to Suo Mo, then helped his daughter up, and loudly ordered: "Retreat!"
Immediately, the surviving Mustang tribe warriors swarmed up quickly, protected the chief and his daughter in the middle, and then quickly retreated.
At this time, the son of the chief of the Mustang tribe, who had fought Du Yan for three hundred rounds, gritted his teeth and roared in pain.
He was not willing to retreat like this, but he had to retreat.
So, he put away his scimitar and said coldly to Du Yan: "One day, I will personally chop off your head."
After saying that, he stepped back and turned around, about to move closer to his father.
And at this time...
"Brush..." Du Yan's sword was as fast as lightning.
A critical strike from the power of blood!
During the three hundred rounds of the battle, Du Yan did not use the power of blood to critically strike. At this time, his opponent turned around and retreated, and he actually used the power of blood to critically strike. The power was extremely shocking.
The young chief of the Mustang tribe tried his best to block.
"Ding..." His sword broke.
"Whoa..." Du Yan's sword cut off his head easily.
Bloody light shot into the sky, and the head of the young chief of the Mustang tribe flew directly into the air.
"You are despicable..." Before he died, he read three words in his mouth.
"No..." Seeing the tragic death of his beloved son, the chief of the Mustang tribe let out a miserable howl, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fainted completely and fell to the ground!
Ninian looked at this scene and said with fiery eyes: "Father, do you want to pursue and kill the wild horse tribe?"
Constantine calmed down at this time, shook his head and said: "No, that will only benefit the Ankara tribe, let them beat you to death."
…
The battle ended in less than half a day.
Constantine's Chimera tribe won a great victory!
Only less than 4,000 of the 10,000-strong Mustang tribe's army remained, covering the chief's hasty retreat.
The entire battlefield begins to clear!
Then, Constantine sent a team of deaf-mute men to the battlefield to count the heads of war meritorious deeds.
The main purpose is to count the enemy soldiers killed by bows and arrows. As for those killed by swords, those people will cut off the target's right ear.
When a tribe goes to war, each person's bow and arrow have a special mark. Just look at the corpse and it's clear who shot it.
Exactly four hours later.
The battlefield inventory is complete!
Constantine has been waiting for this result, because he promised to marry his daughter Ninian to whoever gets the most merit.
Of course, this is impossible. Whether it is Du Yan, Qiu Ju, or Yang Gu, in the end there must be two people with the same fighting achievements.
Now, he became curious about another number, which was Lan Ling's military exploits.
Because when the Mustang tribe rushed to the wall, he could clearly see that Lanling carried out a massacre, killing at least hundreds of people.
However, his final number of kills should still be inferior to Du Yan's. This was because he was entangled by the daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe not long after he started shooting.
Of course, Du Yan was also entangled by the young chief of the Mustang tribe. But before, whether he shot or killed a lot of people with his sword, he killed a lot of people.
Therefore, there should be no problem for Du Yan to surpass Lan Ling in final victory.
After all, at the beginning, Lan Ling diffused towards the sky, and the hit rate was very low, unable to kill many people.
So the trouble for Constantine now is to try to add more merits to Qiu Ju and make him exactly the same as Du Yan.
In this way, his daughter does not have to actually get married.
Finally, the results of the statistics on capita merit were sent to Constantine, and he was stunned!
The whole body was trembling, and the roll of animal skin held in both hands was also trembling.
He stared at Lan Ling's head count, his eyes wide open and he could hardly breathe.
No words can describe the horror in his heart at this time!
This, how is this possible?
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