Chapter 530 — Descending from Heaven
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The long horn had been hollowed out and turned into a war horn; the great opening at its tip could hold two or three men, and the sound that came from it was deafening. At the front of the chariot, a giant demon strongman was rousing his primal energy and blowing the horn.
So loud was the blast that it carried across the whole battlefield. This colossal cloud chariot cared nothing for friend or foe.
Elephants and wheels alike crushed and trampled everything in their path, killing no one knew how many charging demon soldiers.
Flesh and blood flew in every direction!
All around Shen Mu were shrieking demons in black armor, brandishing weapons, racing on foot, all toward the same direction, howling as they rushed into battle. "Apu gao nen han (Who are you)? " One demon spotted Shen Mu at once, a look of confusion on his face.
The next moment, his head flew high into the air. From Shen Mu's Taotie Pouch flew the sword pellet. The youth snatched it up and clenched it hard; with a hum, countless flying swords burst from either end of his fist, like a double-bladed longsword with a point at both ends, the blade thirteen zhang in length.
Shen Mu whirled the sword into a circle, sweeping all directions.
The demon soldiers who had thrown themselves at him were in an instant reduced to numberless limbs dancing through the air. The galloping giant elephants too were shorn of their forelegs; they pitched headlong, their tusks snapping.
Behind, the enormous cloud chariot was flung up into the air with a whoosh, flipped over, and sailed right over Shen Mu's head.
The giant demon strongman upon it was head-down, feet-up; catching sight of Shen Mu, his face showed shock, and then a sword drove in through the top of his skull and nailed him dead into the chariot. Having rid himself of the peril of the elephant-drawn chariot, Shen Mu let out a breath of relief.
He looked back, and his scalp went numb.
Behind him was a grand army of chariots, countless giant elephants drawing cloud chariots, arrayed in ranks, driving an unending horde of demons toward the battlefield opposite. The thunder of hooves shook the earth, a booming roar that rolled like a collapsing mountain toward the battlefield.
Behind the elephant-drawn cloud chariots lumbered many huge beasts, larger even than the elephants, racing at full stride.
Upon the backs of these beasts stood demon gods one and all, hideous and ferocious of countenance, each brandishing a demon-god weapon. The demon-god weapons unleashed dreadful power, sweeping with a hum over the battlefield, cutting toward the deities in the enemy formation.
Waves of radiance, dazzling and terrible beyond measure, ran riot above the battlefield. As the powers of the divine and demonic weapons clashed and burst, space itself warped.
The sky was filled with light of every hue; blades of light with earth-shaking power swept to and fro through the air, their shockwaves lashing out in all directions. To fly in that sky was all but certain death!
Shen Mu swiftly took stock of his situation, and his expression grew grave: his position was at the very front of the demon army! The demon soldiers posted here were plainly the lowest rank of all, the expendables hurled against the enemy formation.
He himself stood among the expendables, about to meet the collision with the enemy battle line, and so he too had become an expendable! "Apu gao nen han?
" Shouts of challenge came from the cloud chariots behind; many demon strongmen were looking at him with suspicion.
Shen Mu called out loudly, "Kude gei lou (One of your own)! " Countless demon soldiers came leaping down from behind the cloud chariots, the elite of the demon race, swarming like the tide, charging madly at him, crying fiercely, "Hatila (Kill)!
" Shen Mu hesitated no longer. He turned and ran, inwardly indignant: "I already told them I am one of their own.
Why are they still trying to kill me?