Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1381: Centaur
Previously on Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies...
A fierce confrontation ignited between Chidorian and Lancelot.
However, when humanity's paramount superhuman locked horns with a Tri-Eyed Clan general, he found himself at a severe disadvantage from the outset.
Chidorian's combat approach was utterly devoid of ornamentation—a pure aesthetic of brutality, featuring savage swordplay combined with a swiftness that belied his colossal build.
Each movement he executed stirred up a tempestuous storm. Even Lancelot, unleashing his full potential, could scarcely find an opening.
Nevertheless, Lancelot was compelled to persevere. He had to surge forward with his war sword and launch an assault on Chidorian!
``BOOM!!``
Chidorian's immense blade struck the protective barrier, Grad, with crushing force. The sheer impact distorted the very air, sending invisible shockwaves propagating outward in every direction.
Across dozens of miles, the terrain had already been transformed into a vast crater, incapable of withstanding the formidable power wielded by these two combatants.
Sent hurtling backward, Lancelot utilized that momentum to dissipate the colossal force that had traveled through the shield and into his physical form.
His expression grew increasingly apprehensive. Before him, a colossal, pale giant slowly emerged from the swirling dust.
Chidorian advanced towards him like a deity, his visage icy and devoid of emotion, akin to the Grim Reaper himself delivering a death decree.
Blood seeped from Lancelot's lips, yet he tilted his head back and let out a laugh.
``Knights of the inferno who have descended into the abyss, let my blood stain the rebellious banner of the heavens crimson!``
``When angels shatter their wings and crumble into dust, I shall raise the anthem of the apocalypse with a voice torn asunder!``
A resonant song, imbued with an ancient melody, reverberated through the atmosphere. An immense surge of power erupted from Lancelot's being.
The special ability, [Knight's Hellish Anthem], was activated. The infernal flames surrounding Lancelot intensified, swirling around his body like a vortex. Dark miasma coiled upwards from his feet, enshrouding his torso, and gradually, intricate patterns began to manifest upon his skin.
This not only mended his injured body but also augmented his strength significantly!
Brandishing the Sword of Conquest aloft, he aimed it at Chidorian, unleashed a furious roar, and charged forward as an embodiment of boundless flames!
...
On the side of the Knights of the Round Table, they had already become embroiled in combat with the royal army spearheaded by Chidorian.
The impact of this clash between two formidable forces could be distinctly perceived even from a considerable distance.
With a sniper rifle resting on his shoulder, Zhang Yi scowled as he directed his gaze toward that area.
The Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, and his companions were also observing the unfolding events.
At this juncture, rendering assistance might indeed be the most prudent course of action. After all, in the face of an existential war against an alien species, humanity's internal squabbles could momentarily be set aside.
However, humans were never a species inclined to contemplate the grander scope of things.
Gao Changkong's eyes remained fixed on the Holy Spirit Hall atop the peak. He slowly narrowed his gaze.
``Since someone is keeping the Tri-Eyed Clan occupied, we can make our way into the Holy Spirit Hall and search for the Divine Source.``
Chen Xiaozheng inquired, ``What about Batu? That individual is currently in Zhang Yi's custody. If we fail to locate him promptly, he might be in peril.``
A subtle smile played on the corners of Gao Changkong's lips.
``No. He is most secure in Zhang Yi's possession.``
``This is because Zhang Yi is a highly astute individual. He recognizes that a living Batu holds value, whereas a deceased Batu signifies nothing to us. Once we secure the treasure within the Holy Spirit Hall, I will offer a substantial price to negotiate his release.``
Chen Xiaozheng nodded upon hearing this, posing no further objections.
Gao Changkong turned, his gaze sweeping over the Xia Zha Family soldiers who were engaged in the aftermath of the battle behind him.
He addressed the commander of the soldiers, Nima, saying, ``From this point onward, you are to generate as much disruption as possible. The greater the clamor, the better. Do you comprehend?``
Nima gave a solemn nod.
He understood that they were being left behind as a diversionary tactic. Yet, as a devoted scion of the Xia Zha Family, he grasped his directive implicitly.
Thus, he pivoted and bellowed, ``Annihilate every last member of the Tri-Eyed Clan present here! Spare no one! Set fire to all the dwellings as well! Let these degenerates witness the true mettle of humanity!``
Murmurs of assent arose and subsided around him. Meanwhile, Gao Changkong, accompanied by Gu Man and Chen Xiaozheng, discreetly departed.
They skillfully evaded the Nashan soldiers encountered along their path, proceeding directly towards the Holy Spirit Hall suspended above.
From their vantage point, navigating through a labyrinth of stone bridges would allow them access to a narrow walkway seemingly constructed in mid-air. At the terminus of this walkway lay the entrance to the Holy Spirit Hall.
Just as Gao Changkong was plotting his clandestine infiltration of the Holy Spirit Hall amidst the surrounding pandemonium, four colossal hooves thundered onto the long, terraced corridor before him, emerging one by one from the swirling mist.
A towering centaur materialized—the powerful equine body of a warhorse seamlessly joined with the upper torso of a warrior from the Tri-Eyed Clan. He was encased in full silver-gray armor, a helmet adorned with twisted horns crowning his head, and his formidable arms bore a long cavalry lance resting over his shoulder.
The very atmosphere seemed to solidify the instant he appeared.
An overwhelming premonition of death washed over Gao Changkong and his two companions, originating from this imposing figure.
It is known that those who have taken countless lives emanate a palpable aura known as killing intent.
Though invisible and scentless, its presence was undeniable to all.
Legend has it that at the brink of death, every living creature instinctively releases a specific biological hormone, serving as a stark warning to its kin of impending peril.
Therefore, it was evident that the individual before them had ended an immeasurable number of lives.
He advanced with deliberate slowness, casting a condescending gaze upon Gao Changkong's group.
"Insects daring to covet the Holy Spirit Hall? How utterly laughable!"
Kanasu, the esteemed Grand General of Nasha—the formidable Lance Cavalry Centaur.
Possessing a Superhuman ability index of 20,000 points, classifying him as Black Chariot-level.
Gao Changkong's eyes narrowed with a grim intensity.
He had not anticipated encountering a second Epsilon-level superhuman from Nasha so rapidly.
Moreover, this warrior's aura felt even more menacing than Chidorian's!
"Could this be the solitary guardian standing between us and the path to the Holy Spirit Hall?"
A note of resignation tinged Gao Changkong's voice, yet his sharp, focused gaze betrayed his readiness for the impending confrontation.
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Another battle between Epsilon-level combatants had commenced!
The sheer power radiating from the clash was so astounding that even Zhang Yi, who had been nonchalantly eliminating Nashan soldiers from a considerable distance, found his attention drawn.
"What a terrifying presence... It feels no weaker than the Lord of the Charnel Ground. Nasha truly possesses an abundance of formidable warriors! It's fortunate that most of them were impacted by the Apocalypse, only recently gaining such strength. Otherwise, considering their inherent racial talents honed over time, one can only imagine how monstrous they might have become."
"Perhaps they would have rivaled the Titan gods of ancient mythology!"
Zhang Yi felt a surge of apprehension internally.
However, he quickly dismissed the thought. His team prioritized swiftness and agility above all else.
Furthermore, he was not focused on engaging the strongest opponents. Every target within his sights was a potential prey for his hunt.
He would allow the Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, Lancelot, and the others to serve as the initial gauge of Nasha's military might. When the opportune moment arrived, Zhang Yi would make his decisive move.