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Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 746 - 435: Rush Attack, the Turmoil in the Western Lands, the Blood Dragon’s Rampage, the Taoist’s Domination, Battle with the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal._2
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In the distance, a valiant young man's left arm transformed intermittently into a sword, then into a long halberd, and at times his entire being morphed into a giant blade, ever-changing, as he gazed somewhat dazedly at the defensive lines amongst the mountain ridges.
This man was, in fact, the World-Dominating Military Authority.
Thanks to the outstanding pairing mechanism of the Western Lands, the previous standoff with his Soldier Legion had also dragged the Cultivators Alliance into a deadlock.
Under his ambitious reform, the covert strength of the Soldier fluctuated ever higher.
Perhaps in less than a century, he would be able to rise up dramatically, utilizing the only True Scripture "Divine Skill of the Heavenly General" left by the Master of Soldiers to achieve another Breakthrough Limit, and, with an unrivaled Soldier Legion, sweep across the Western Lands.
Regrettably, the heavens do not bend to human wishes. Not long ago, two powerful Demon Legions had descended, and it was at this moment that Aksha—the Protean Divine Warrior—truly opened his eyes to the world and realized just how weakened the realm of the Soldier had become.
The strength of a single Demon Legion from the Demon Realm was only slightly inferior to their entire Soldier Legion, yet the Demon Realm had dispatched two such legions.
If it weren't for the previous standoff with the Soldier Legion, which led the Western Lands to build a massive circular fortification and gather many civilians within, clearing the fields and fortresses and even destroying the portal through which the Demonkin had come at a great cost, it was feared that the Demon Legion would have already launched attacks everywhere and successfully established a Demon Pool by now.
After learning the general situation of the Western Lands, the two Demon Legions quietly approached the Protean Divine Warrior, coercing and tempting him with their words, aiming to join forces with him to conquer the underworld defensive line.
Faced with this great crisis, the previously somewhat divided major powers had finally put aside their prejudices to defend against both the Demon and the Soldier forces together.
Even so, the situation continued to develop in an unfavorable direction.
"Protean Divine Warrior, you certainly made us search high and low for you."
World-Dominating Military Authority's gaze sharpened, and he turned around instantly, only to see two figures rapidly approaching him.
Among the two Demonkin, one had a huge black dragon head, akin to a battering ram, nearly as large as its body, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying.
The other Demonkin had a red wolf's head and was engulfed in flames, a fearsome Wolf Man who made no attempt to conceal the strength radiating from him. Below, as he skimmed low over the earth, a path of withered yellow manifested quickly.
"Black Dragon Demon Marshal, Flame Wolf Demon Marshal, I'm not quite sure I understand your words. Have I ever deliberately avoided Your Excellences?" the World-Dominating Military Authority responded with his usual icy demeanor. He slowly turned his body, appearing like the epitome of a war machine.
"If you say so," the Flame Wolf began, "on this visit, the Black Dragon Demon Marshal and I are here to ask you one question: What if the three of us joined forces to launch an overwhelming onslaught on the underworld defensive line, giving the Human Race cultivators no chance to catch their breath?"
"After the wear and tear of the previous battle, the Human Race cultivators in front of us won't be able to hold out much longer."
The Flame Wolf stopped the Black Dragon Demon Marshal from getting angry with a look and then addressed the Protean Divine Warrior with a light chuckle.
"It won't do. My legion has suffered severe damage from the previous battle and needs to recuperate. If Your Excellences are in a hurry, feel free to attack on your own," the Protean Divine Warrior replied as coldly as before.
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"Recuperate, recuperate, if we continue to recuperate, wouldn't our past efforts be wasted? Protean Divine Warrior, why not give us a straightforward answer—how much longer do you need to recuperate?"
The temperamental Black Dragon Demon Marshal immediately erupted in rage, while the Flame Wolf Demon Marshal's gaze showed a hint of danger. It remained silent, its surrounding flames growing more vigorous as terrifying heat spread in all directions.
A verdant little tree in the distance suddenly burst into flames, and the wildflowers and grasses on the earth dehydrated, burned, and turned to ash.
"Three days, another three days of recuperation, then our forces can join hands again and take down the underworld defense line."
After a moment of silence, the handsome young man snorted coldly, and a suddenly arising aura of sharpness emanated from his Cultivation Body. Silver ripples buried all the firelight and heat on the ground.
"Fine, you've said it, three days it is. I'll even add a finishing touch and give you half a day more. I hope the Soldier Legion won't break their word then, or else we will be the first to obliterate your Soldier realm."
Exchanging a glance and a snort, the two Demonkin departed hand in hand, leaving only the Protean Divine Warrior standing in the same spot, his gaze deep.
Regarding the Demonkin before him, even though they spouted all kinds of fantastic promises, he remained skeptical.
Sadly, he had already done to the utmost within his abilities.
Before, he used to resent the Human Race cultivators for being too strong; now, he secretly wished that one or two Great Cultivators would emerge among the Human Race.
Otherwise, once the Demonkin set up the Demon Pool and the formidable beings spoken of by the two Demon Marshals appeared, what chance would there be for their Soldier kin to survive?
At this thought, World-Dominating Military Authority's heart was shrouded in a thick shadow, and for a time, he found himself at a loss for what to do.
He wanted to wage a battle for survival, to carve out a path for the Soldier, but the road he trod had become so treacherously difficult.
"Should I join forces with the Human Race cultivators and counterattack the Demon Legion?"
There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
Suddenly, a bold idea emerged in the mind of the Protean Divine Warrior.
After a long contemplation and a sigh, the spot where he had been was suddenly left empty.
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In the Northern Region of the Great Qin.
In Shan Ling, the underground cave.
The sky resembled a dome, enveloping the land; stars and night, a desolate cold wind rose once again.
It was already the winter season.
Nearly a hundred Demonkin were either groaning as they built the Demon Pool, or they were processing the corpses of many strong beings collected by the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal and tossing them into the bottom of the Demon Pool.
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