Chapter 1256: The Fallen Gods and Buddhas
After all, Moro still possessed the so-called divine wisdom. After discovering the problem, he immediately abandoned Arvind's idea of finding flaws in the battle line.
Completely switch your own thinking to the perspective of God, and stop insisting on playing the game of finding loopholes with Guo Ziyi.
Instead, they directly deployed their troops in battle formation, placing heavy infantry, heavy cavalry, and spear and shield soldiers in the center, and spearmen, scimitar cavalry, and large-scale spearmen on the two wings.
Then he pushed it directly towards Guo Ziyi's front line.
This one-wave attack was stupid, but effective, especially when the terrain had completely turned into mud and everyone was unable to move as fast as before under the clouds.
However, Guo Ziyi was not afraid of this kind of head-on confrontation. Whether it was the rattan armor soldiers, the Yellow Turban strongmen, or his own legion's Modao team, they were all good at frontal assaults.
A head-on confrontation is actually more in line with his wishes.
Neither side used any other fancy stuff and was just prepared to fight to the death with hard power.
In this head-on battlefield, the Yellow Turban strongmen had an almost absolute advantage. In mortal wars, being strong and powerful was always the most advantageous option.
No matter whether they were heavy infantry, heavy cavalry, spear and shield soldiers, lance cavalry, scimitar cavalry, organized spearmen, or Yellow Turban strongmen, they all rushed straight forward madly.
Even if we are trapped deep in the enemy's camp, even if we are attacked by spears, we will never flee. No matter how many arrows or spears are thrown at us, even if the opponent has made all preparations, we will kill him.
They were the Yellow Turban Warriors, a legion representing the most ordinary people, but they were also one of the strongest legions of the Han Dynasty.
"Die!" Zhang Wu punched the chest of the Kushan Divine Guard in front of him, causing it to cave in. Even the Kushan Divine Guard, who was almost not a human, lost his ability to move after this punch.
However, before Zhang Wu could catch his breath, another Kushan Spear and Shield Guard stabbed at him with his spear.
“Click!”
The ring-handled knife drew an arc of light and cut off the spear head. Zhang Wu took advantage of the situation and grabbed the spear shaft and dragged it, causing the opponent's body to lose balance. He cooperated with his comrades around him and chopped off the opponent's head.
"Cough cough cough, these guys are really tough!" Zhang Wu picked up someone's weapon on the ground, spat, and moved forward again with his comrades.
But this time, they suddenly felt that the mud under their feet was not so sticky. Looking closely, they found that the mud was drying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The fight between the two sides was extremely intense. Xu Shu, Pang Tong and Fa Zheng combined their mental strength and finally changed the weather. They frantically pumped moisture towards the direction of Kushan and dried up the mud on the ground as quickly as possible.
Zhang Wu was very excited about the feeling of being on solid ground again and without any obstruction. It was because the muddy ground made it difficult to exert force that he had such a hard time fighting just now. Now he could show his prowess.
"Die for me!" Zhang Wu's ring-handled sword made a sound of breaking through the air, directly tearing through the defense of the heavy infantry with defensive talent in front of him. The super heavy blow directly cut the opponent in half at the moment of tearing the opponent's defense.
This kind of pure violent aesthetic can usually only be achieved with the help of heavy weapons, but with the power of the Yellow Turban Warrior, just using a ring-handled sword is enough to cut the enemy in half.
The Yellow Turban Warrior who is on the path of ultimate strength doesn't care what fancy talents you have. When I chop you with my sword, even if you hold a large shield to block, you will be crushed by my huge force.
Zhang Wu just felt sorry that his axe and hammer were broken, otherwise he could kill more enemies. The weight of the ring-handled sword was not enough, it was like waving a piece of paper, it didn't feel real.
You need to use more strength to control the weapon, instead of just adding force in the direction of the weapon's fall like an axe or a hammer.
Zhang Wu's figure is like a miniature. Although these Yellow Turban warriors cannot shine, their physical fitness and the three talents are no different from each other, and they are almost unparalleled in frontal assaults.
Bang, bang, bang! The crazy charge and fierce attack even created a vacuum zone near the center line. The Kushan Divine Guards fought desperately to block the attack, but facing such mud trucks and bulldozers, they could only sadly leave behind one dead soul after another.
Even though the Yellow Turban warriors were not advancing very fast, the momentum to crush all obstacles had already taken shape. The illusory momentum was not something that could not be seen or touched.
The increasingly thick cloud layer and the increasingly powerful fighting power of the soldiers both explain the situation.
Guo Ziyi watched this scene coldly. His most powerful ability was to completely transform the momentum into his own battle. It also involved the system of cloud energy and will. This was also the path he wanted to take.
The road of mutual transformation of clouds and will, although not yet completed, but when he saw that it was almost at the point where it was about to take shape and the opponent was no longer able to stop it, victory was only a matter of time.
When the military strength increases to the level of a single legion, the significance of organizational ability is greater than individual military strength. When the scale increases to the level of an army group, the individual strength of the soldiers is no longer as important as the value of organizational ability.
Now that we are maintaining the general trend, the organizational strength we gain has completely surpassed that of the opponent, and the opponent's defeat is only a matter of time.
However, he was puzzled as to how the opponent's level could suddenly drop so much, from the stereotypical weakest military god to the level of commanding a large army.
This also made Guo Ziyi very regretful. If he could kill a weaker military god with his own hands, perhaps it would bring him more insights.
Moro felt this momentum, he saw the situation on the battlefield clearly, and realized the fact that his side was at a disadvantage.
"All gods and Buddhas, follow me to suppress them!"
So he made his choice without hesitation.
The most important skill of every commander, or leader, is the military situation.
However, unlike the normal military formation of the Han Dynasty, the military formation used by Moro was closer to the military formation recorded in mythology, which relied on the courage of gods and Buddhas to attack.
Although the forms are slightly different, the core points are still the same, which is to gather the strongest forces of one's own side and stab the enemy's vital points.
Gathering eight hundred gods and Buddhas, along with a group of divine guards composed of grassroots military officers, Moro moved towards Guo Ziyi at an unparalleled speed.
"Get ready to kill them!" Guo Ziyi smiled. He had long anticipated that these arrogant gods and Buddhas would adopt such a method to make a desperate attempt.
The decision to focus on attacking the northern front of Kushan took away all the military soul legions, but there was one exception, that was Ju Yi's vanguard death squad.
Because Ju Yi's military spirit can switch back and forth between the halberd soldiers and the vanguard soldiers, but cannot share them at the same time, the vanguard soldiers were left on Nangui's side and handed over to Guo Ziyi for command, which can be regarded as a trump card left for him.
A military soul corps can still influence the battlefield situation to a certain extent.
However, in the face of a chaotic battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops, the Military Spirit could not influence much, so Guo Ziyi always kept it by his side.
Now, all the waiting is worth it.
What is the best way to deal with the military situation?
That is to directly defeat the opponent with a head-on blow.
"Prepare!"
The first batch of death warriors calmly raised the heavy crossbows in their hands, and the power of their military souls turned into scarlet silk threads that wrapped around their crossbow arrows.
Although they can shoot cloud arrows, in order to prevent some will legions from cheating by relying on will attributes, Ju Yi strictly ordered them to mix physical arrows into the torrent of arrows.
The power of the military soul turned into arrows, and the will for revenge combined with the cloud arrows, appearing on the crossbows of the vanguard.
With a slight bang, countless scarlet light arrows shot out, at all costs, to fully fight against the ultimate skill used by the Liberation Army Soul.
Xiandeng's ultimate military soul effect with extremely violent aesthetics, the cloud arrows rubbed against the physical arrows, carrying Xiandeng's killing will, and instantly covered the gods and Buddhas rushing towards Guo Ziyi.
The arrows, like a torrent, washed past the place where the gods and Buddhas were charging, without any noise, as if
In a moment, a rain of arrows exceeding six digits was released, with both extreme speed and power.
As this torrent of arrows fell, the entire battlefield seemed to become silent. Although the sounds of the battle between the Han soldiers and the Kushan divine guards did not stop, the focus of the battlefield inexplicably fell on the area covered by the rain of arrows.
As all those scarlet arrows turned into stardust and dissipated, the charging gods and Buddhas also appeared in front of everyone.
Moro looked back in disbelief. Only a few of the eight hundred gods and Buddhas were left. As for the Kushan divine guards, they were killed instantly by the rain of arrows.
"Even if it's just me, I can kill all of you ants!"
Moro roared with rage, he could no longer maintain his so-called divinity.
"Anger! It turns out that the so-called gods and Buddhas can also be angry. Is it out of fear of their own weakness?" Guo Ziyi reached out and picked up his weapon. He was very interested in killing this guy Moro with his own hands.
So what if he has broken through the realm at the top level? In the melee battlefield, the strength that Moro can exert will not be much stronger than that of someone who has practiced Qi and formed Gang.
At this moment, he has an entire military soul corps and his personal guards by his side, so killing Moro is not a dream.
Ma Yan, the temporary legion commander who marched ahead first, silently took out a powerful crossbow and shot an arrow at the god or Buddha next to Moro.
Even if this top-level boundary breaker was weakened, he was still extremely sensitive to arrows, so he simply aimed at the gods and Buddhas around Moro.
As the scarlet arrow of will pierced into himself, black and red smoke burst out from the god's body. After struggling for only a moment, he fell to the ground and lost his life.
"Change weapons and get ready!" Ma Yan used the last bit of his military spirit to kill a god or Buddha, and gave the order to encircle and kill the enemy in close combat in batches with satisfaction.
Not to mention that Mara is just an incarnation of Vishnu. Even if Mara is really Vishnu today, this sacred triple god in Indian mythology must remain.
"Asshole!"
Moro was frantically dealing with attacks from all directions. It was obvious that no one was stronger than him, even Guo Ziyi was not his opponent.
However, the attacks from all directions had left several scars on his body, and he had even lost the strength to heal these wounds.
The pressure from the cloud of gas brought by being trapped in the center by the army was even more severe, as if it was about to knock him down to the point where his internal energy could not form a strong force at any time.
"Puff~" A soldier who came first grabbed Moro's right hand tightly, and then several sword strikes fell.
"Hahaha, that's all!"
The first soldier fell down holding Moro's right hand and laughing. Moro's counterattack shattered his heart veins. Without the military soul to resist death, being able to hold on and restrict Moro's movements was already his limit.
The opportunity created by several people fighting desperately was seized by the strongest Guo Ziyi!
Without the slightest reverence, the so-called God-killing happens right now!
Guo Ziyi's spear accurately pierced Moro's head, but when Moro fell, an illusory Moro emerged from Arvind's body.
"We will meet again!" Moro glared at Guo Ziyi, as if he wanted to remember Guo Ziyi's appearance clearly.
"The undead should not come out to cause trouble!" Guo Ziyi wiped out the illusory Moro with one hand.
Although they don't know the specific details about the current situation of these gods and Buddhas, they can already guess a general idea.
A group of imaginary hairy gods that parasitize on humans. The so-called resurrection is nothing more than two individuals. Although it is difficult to define whether similar individuals with all memories can be considered as one person.
But what Guo Ziyi can be sure of is that the Moro he will see next time will definitely not be the guy who rose from Arvind's body in front of him.
"It seems that you lost!" Guo Hao in the sky laughed.
"It's just an experiment. The real test will take place in Peshawar!" Vishnu said calmly. Mara was his incarnation, and death was just a return to him. There was nothing worth worrying about.
The war below was nothing more than a meaningless trial, merely the starting point for them to announce their arrival to the world.
These gods, Buddhas and divine guards who died in the battle will all be resurrected in Peshawar.
The deaths of the Han soldiers were real deaths. Consuming the enemy through war was their strategy.
As long as there are carriers, they can continuously produce the so-called double-talented divine guards, and the retreating legions of Oswald and others will become more powerful legions of gods and Buddhas in their hands.
All those who died today will resurrect in Peshawar, where they are inherently invincible.
It was just like the heaven back then. Before the core was broken, they could be resurrected infinitely. Anyway, they were parasitic on this world and did not consume the power of the gods.
"When I burn Peshawar to ashes, you won't be able to laugh anymore!" Guo Hao was filled with murderous intent.
The violent sun fire spread out, but the Three-phase God had quietly left.
"Hmph!" Guo Hao snorted disdainfully. He spoke nicely but still ran away.
If they really wait until the clouds below dissipate, Guo Hao will lead his army to directly smash the imperial will of these three human figures today.
The power of imperial will is very strong, but the lessons of the Huns and Parthia have told the world that imperial will is not unbreakable.
