More than 140,000 troops gathered here. I am among you, and you are among me.
It has turned into a melee, and no one knows who they are killing or how many enemies there are.
Zhuang Wuming is like a ghost, he keeps flashing in the shadows, locks the enemy with his magic sense skills, and then kills him with one blow.
It wasn't until he killed more than three destruction-level regulars and more than twenty killing-level extraordinary masters that new changes appeared on the battlefield.
Countless enemy troops quickly retreated, and a group of slave soldiers from the Eighteenth Dynasty and the Twelfth Dynasty also rushed forward with crazy and red eyes.
The slave soldiers frantically attacked the soldiers of the three dynasties. They became fearless of death. Even if their hands and feet were broken, they would madly grab the fighting soldiers and bite them.
At this time, the remaining main armies of the 18th Dynasty and the 12th Dynasty quickly withdrew.
A hazy golden light enveloped them, increasing their speed to an astonishing level.
Seeing the main forces of the 18th Dynasty and the 12th Dynasty escaping, the three princes looked ugly.
Titus' eyes were gloomy as he looked at the 30,000 to 20,000 slave soldiers left behind. As the prince of Egypt, he naturally knew what was going on.
These soldiers have long been implanted with special divine marks.
It is to allow them to unleash their final life potential in such dangerous moments, and use it when cutting off the enemy, breaking out of encirclement, or desperate situations.
Once the mark is activated, all these slave soldiers will die after half an hour, but their combat effectiveness will be increased to the regular killing level.
This was very terrifying. At this time, the soldiers of the three dynasties also showed signs of retreating under this crazy impact.
Woo woo woo
The horn sounded, and the 80,000 soldiers currently involved in the battle from the three dynasties quickly retreated.
Kill one thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses.
This battle has already cost them tens of thousands of people. Of course, the opposite side will be just as tragic, only more.
The three dynasties withdrew their troops and left these slave soldiers to fend for themselves. Anyway, they could only survive for half an hour.
They can just launch another pursuit after half an hour.
A military meeting was being held, with Titus, Regidev, and Nietiel sitting at the main table.
His eyes looked at the generals sitting here, who commanded the three most elite units in the army: cavalry, sword and shield soldiers, and mercenaries.
"The first order is to rectify the soldiers as soon as possible and wait until the power of the divine mark is exhausted to launch a pursuit immediately."
"Second, our purpose is to consume the vitality of the Eighteenth Dynasty and aim directly at the capital of the Eighteenth Dynasty, Cairo."
"When the time comes, the cavalry will set off first to conduct exploration and pursuit, followed by the infantry. Three generals, you must be very cautious."
Zhuang Wuming said at this time, "I also have a cavalry team, and I hope we can fight together."
Hearing Zhuang Wuming's request, Titus nodded, "You have shown great strength on the battlefield. I allow you to pursue it with the three cavalry teams."
Zhuang Wuming nodded with satisfaction, but the expressions of the generals of the other three major cavalry groups did not look good.
There was anger in the eyes of the three of them. Although the mercenary team was powerful, they were always just miscellaneous soldiers in their eyes.
Now they actually have to carry out such a pursuit mission with them, and they are naturally very unhappy.
Zhuang Wuming glanced at the three people.
General Krakow of the First Dynasty Cavalry
Miraphail, General of the Second Dynasty Cavalry
Curricas, General of the Cavalry of the Fourth Dynasty
These three people are all destruction-level elite masters. They are powerful and are not inferior to the Trax he killed.
He naturally felt the anger of the three people, but he didn't care.
Time passed by minute by minute, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Four cavalry detachments chased in the direction where the Eighteenth and Twelfth Dynasties had escaped.
Heading in the direction of the capital of the Eighteenth Dynasty, they knew that the city of Koninqat was finished and planned to flee back to Cairo.
Four cavalry groups, about 3,300 horsemen, converged into a torrent and passed through the battlefield littered with corpses.
At this time, the slaves of the two dynasties had already exhausted their potential and collapsed and died due to the divine mark.
Countless strange monsters appeared from the desert and were quickly devouring these corpses.
The desert seems desolate, but in fact there are all kinds of strange creatures living underground.
There was a lot of movement as the 3,300 cavalry passed through. These monsters watched them leave but did not attack them.
Zhuang Wuming glanced at the countless corpses on the ground, some of which had turned into mummies and had their essence sucked dry.
Some turned into pieces of white bones and were eaten away from their flesh and blood.
Some of them had strange changes and were walking around the battlefield with livid faces.
Some became members of the monsters, and some became prey for the monsters.
The battlefield was filled with a cold air of death. In his eyes, a large amount of death aura gathered here. From time to time, invisible mysterious shadows could be seen appearing and disappearing.
Countless yin energy gathered in the battlefield, and an illusory portal floated in the sky.
From time to time, a humanoid shadow would float out among the corpses of dead slave soldiers, and finally be sucked into the huge portal.
Looking at this scene, Zhuang Wuming's heart moved, "Is that the gate of Hades? Can you enter the underworld of the gods' space through there?"
Although he was very curious, Zhuang Wuming had no intention of going there and giving it a try.
Within a few minutes, the cavalry had completely crossed the battlefield.
They followed the messy footsteps in front and quickly tracked the troops in front.
Along the way, Zhuang Wuming would activate his magic sense skill every five hundred meters forward to sense possible dangers.
He didn't want to be ambushed, it would look better then.
During the pursuit, the cavalry of the three dynasties ran ahead alone, ignoring Zhuang Wuming.
But all this was within his expectation, and at this moment the cavalry army discovered a group of lone soldiers of the Eighteenth Dynasty.
This group of soldiers, approximately dozens of people, is heading forward.
Apparently due to their hasty escape, the Eighteenth Dynasty and the Twelfth Dynasty did not even fully gather their armies.
Da da da
The soldiers who were advancing heard the sound of a large marching group from behind, and their expressions changed drastically. They all looked at the black torrent rolling in from behind in horror.
The leading soldier's eyes showed despair. He knew he was dead this time and shouted sharply.
"Get ready and fight them."
The fifty desperate Egyptian soldiers were heartbroken, but calmed down. It was death anyway, so let's give up their useless illusions.
If you fight to the death, there may be a way to survive.
More than fifty people set up a military formation, with the spearmen in front and a dozen shield soldiers blocking the bodies of the spearmen. A wall of steel spears appeared in front of the army.
The three generals took the lead and saw this situation with disdain on their faces.