Poison God's Heritage Chapter 742: Warfare II

Chapter 742: Warfare II

It felt as if time had stopped for me. This isn't good. Not good at all. The incoming blocks will devastate the ranks, not only are they too heavy to try and block, they'll shatter anything in their way doing so. These blocks are made of Soulsteel a material that is used to build s.p.a.ce-crossing s.h.i.+ps. Too heavy to easily stop in its wake, and too st.u.r.dy to destroy.

"Don't forget, you have us with you," Dao Shen said as he jumped up toward the incoming cubes.

He didn't try and confront it with strength and power. He swung a steady palm into the incoming cube, sounding like the beating of a bronze bell.

He used softness against hardness. Soft Palm technique, a simple act of redirection, which completely inverted the cube's rotation. Causing it to fly up and above our entire army.

The cube only fell when it went past the last puppet.

And that was the first cube.

Dao Shen was constantly das.h.i.+ng from cube to cube, delivering strikes of incredible precision that made the cubes fly completely harmlessly above us, not missing a single beat.

Every strike resounded through the corridor like the tolling of bells in a morning ma.s.s.

The Black Rakshasa was angered beyond belief because his small trick didn't work, and sending in more cubes would only exhaust his brutes and would serve no purpose.

It screeched once more and the entire wave of white rakshasa withdrew away from the staircase.

"Quite the decisive creature," Zhang Tian said.

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"Indeed, many would find it hard in them to give up such an advantageous position. They didn't. It knew it had no hope of stopping us in this chokehold."

The small administrator puppet popped up next to us and said, "They are gathered on the third floor's tower area, all of them."

"The domed area," I asked.

"Yes, it seems that they realized that they cannot beat you in a straight line such as this one, and they're betting on their numbers to win," the administrator said.

Indeed, it's quite the thought too. The domed area with the tower leads outside. And it is vast enough that it can easily host the majority of their numbers.

We'll have to cross the dome and get to the tower to leave outside. Which will be difficult while having to protect ourselves from all sides.

"It's fine," I said. Although it is a good position for the enemy, I already have planned for something like that.

Our army continued marching forward, we got up the stairs and moved on unperturbed or disturbed. The hallways were empty of all life. No Rakshasa moved about besides one or two that you could see scouting us up.

Though they were taken down immediately they still managed to give live feed signals of our progress to the main dome by screeching a high-pitched note.

The small administrator gave us a projectile of the location of the rakshasa in the dome. They had huddled up together in front of the door leading inside it, and many more Rakshasa were hanging on the walls and on the bridges.

They were waiting patiently for us to arrive.

***

"From what the small puppet said, they'll struggle against the Rakshasas in the dome. I don't see how his small group of puppets can win against the more than twenty times the force waiting for him," The Cryptic Sun snorted.

"If anyone heard you speak, they'd think you want them dead," The Blue Sun said.

The Cryptic Sun smiled, "Of course I do want them dead, after all, if they die I'll have the bastion."

"You really don't care for decorum or face!" the Blue Sun's eyes flared up.

"Why would I? We all reached the peak of our lives, we have no one to adhere to nor to walk on the tips of our toes around. I say what's on my mind because I have no one to keep me in check for, or are you thinking you're capable of such a feat?"

"Cryptic… Old Azure… calm down. Regardless of the outcome we all want the safety of the Beyond. For now, let's keep the hostilities to a minimum because I am growing impatient," the Flamboyant Sun spoke with a radiating wide smile.

Though he was smiling, he was not happy. It was a clear sign for them to quiet down.

The scene from the projection of the Darkest Sun continued.

The fact that Dao Shen used a simple palm technique to thwart the incoming ma.s.sive cubes from destroying Shen Bao's army was something to rejoice over.

But these old crows were too jaded to be interested in such mundane things. Though impressive no one would have batted an eye if Dao Shen had succeeded or failed. They were all here for the endgame.

Regardless of the success or failure of the group they all wanted to keep the doors of the Bastion Close in the worst case scenario. These creatures are elusive and numerous, if they were to exit the thundering domain, it would cause unnecessary havoc in the realm.

Shen Bao's army continued until they reached the entrance of the Dome.

Hundreds of Rakshasa were waiting at the gate, but the puppet army made quick work out of them, killing anything that moved in quick and merciless succession.

The inside of the dome was packed full of rakshasa. Four Black Rakshasa including the one that they just fought earlier were peering at the entrance. They were all overlooking the battlefields on the bridges linking the middle tower to the rest of the rooms of the dome.

The floor of the dome was teeming with white rakshasa waiting for orders and more than a thousand brutes all waiting for the chance to jump at the incoming puppet army.

Shen Bao and his friend's access to the dome was easy and fast. Since they only needed to kill a small number of white Rakshasas holding the entrance, that was merely the start.

The rakshasa held a great position of strength and power allowing them to fight Shen Bao's small army from all fronts the moment they walked too deep inside.

Shen Bao knew this and didn't hastily move forward.

He began pus.h.i.+ng against the Rakshasas at the entrance and slowly made his way into the dome but only spread around the entrance.

Several brutes charged them only to fall at the mercy of the bullets that continued falling down against the rakshasa.

Though numerous in numbers, they all fell like flies to pesticides.

Soon more than ten puppets knelt down at the frontline, holding a rectangular rocket launcher that had twelve holes in it over their shoulders.

Flares of flames and smoke shot out from the b.u.t.t of the rocket launchers and twelve rockets shot out into the dome.

Their target wasn't aimed at any of the Rakshasas in the dome but they were shot in all directions and blew up against the dome's walls.

A bit over a hundred explosions in an enclosed s.p.a.ce echoed instantaneously. Reverberating the entire dome but causing no visible damage to the heavily fortified walls of the dome.

Shen Bao never aimed to destroy the bastion, but to spread the effect of what was coming up next.

The explosions soon calmed down, and from the flames, large clouds of smoke began falling down on the dome. Filling the entire thing with endless smoke that spread everywhere.

The Rakshasa noticed the falling smoke and many of the black Rakshasa present began screeching out orders.

The poison fell, and white rakshasa began s.h.i.+vering and cracking up, dying in droves.

Shen Bao's plan was simple, and the fact that all the Rakshasas were grouped up in one place made it easy for him to take the majority of them out. Truly like shooting fish in a barrel.

However, although the rakshasa's deaths increased at incredible rate, something was off.

The orders from the black rakshasa never stopped coming and in one second, a soul wrenching screech echoed from the depth of the Bastion. It was loud enough that even the Darkest Sun winced.

Shen Bao and his friends felt as if they had been struck with a soul attack and buckled under the sudden scream. And in that second, every rakshasa in the room stopped moving. Listening to the n.o.ble Rakshasa's scream.

Suddenly, their temperance changed, they began vibrating and cold Yin smoke jetted out of the small holes around their skulls.

Cold Qi spread all over the room and began neutralizing the incoming poison. The real fight was about to start. With no visibility of their target, the Rakshasa were about to get the upper hand.

"f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, that was loud!" Shen Bao shouted, the weight of that shout was almost enough to destroy one's organs.

He then pulled something out of his holding bag and placed on his eyes. It was a strange instrument from the eyes of the eight Suns. It was made of gla.s.s, blue in color, and had two small pieces of metal that lightly sat on one's ears.

When the Fire King who couldn't see anything beyond the smoke placed the strange item on his eyes that comfortably sat supported by the ridge of his nose and ears he was able to see through the smoke as if it didn't even exist.

Not only did it reveal the rakshasa in the distance, but it also showed a towering figure right next to him about to stab a rod that came out of its hand into the head of Shen Bao.

A Silver Rakshasa had already infiltrated their ranks, and Shen Bao was none the wiser about it.