Chapter 655: The Gathering of Foreign Powers! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the lands of Youzhou to the northeast, King Micheon of Goguryeo was one of the top priorities on Zhang Shougui's kill list. This King Micheon had dealt him many a setback on the battlefield.
Unlike the other kings, King Micheon had four long sabers. Normally, however, he only used one saber when fighting an enemy. In a large-scale battle, he would use two sabers. As for a third saber… as of yet, no one had been able to force him to use his third saber.
King Micheon was cruel and bloodthirsty, completely unlike the spymaster King Sosurim, who delighted in concealing himself.
In the fierce confines of the battlefield, he was an insane machine, growing stronger the more he killed, immersing himself deeper and deeper into the battle. It was rumored that he had a habit of using human blood to brew fine wine that he would guzzle down.
And King Micheon never cared about his own life!
His only enjoyments in life were intense and frenzied battle and the thick stench of death that covered the battlefield. The 'cheon' of 'King Micheon' did not mean a river of water, but a flood of blood washing over the world.
In the southwestern war, more than four hundred thousand Mengshe–Ü-Tsang warriors and more than one hundred thousand Tang warriors had died in battle.
When King Micheon heard of this matter, he immediately volunteered to venture into the Tang interior to investigate the southwestern battlefield.
”In addition, with regards to His Majesty's mission, who said that I wasn't investigating?”
His eyes half-closed, King Micheon raised his intoxicated nose and sniffed at the air. Suddenly, he made a flying leap. Swooshswooshswoosh! Moving like a ghost, he arrived at the southeastern edge of the summit in mere moments.
”Hahaha, what a thick stench of blood! On this entire battlefield, I can only smell the scent of one living person. None other than a person slaughtering to their heart's content! How many people did this person kill? Five thousand, six thousand? No, it is exactly eleven thousand and eighty-seven people! How formidable!”
King Micheon raised his head and madly laughed.
If Wang Chong were here, he would definitely be stunned. Because the place King Micheon was speaking from was exactly where the southeastern lines had been broken and he alone had killed more than ten thousand Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan soldiers.
The battle was already over, the corpses buried.
But King Micheon had only sniffed the air to learn the exact number of people Wang Chong had killed. Probably not even Wang Chong knew this number.
”Milord, are you saying that one person killed ten thousand people here?”
A figure jumped out of the rear to arrive at King Micheon's side, looking at the vacant surroundings in alarm.
”Hahaha, this is a comrade! Inconceivable physical strength and an inconceivable internal energy! And also an inconceivable fighting and killing intent!”
King Micheon paid no attention to his guard, his voice growing more and more excited.
”That's right, I also smelled a very unique blood. It was restless blood, like it was on fire…”
With these last words, King Micheon seemed to wake from a stupor. A contemplative expression quickly appeared on his face.
”I hear that in the capital of the Great Tang, the Berserker Syndrome runs through the lineage of the Wang Clan. Once the Berserker Syndrome breaks out, the blood will begin to boil, the victim falling into a mad slaughter that can't distinguish friend from foe. Could this be the result of the Berserker Syndrome?”
King Micheon began to get more and more excited.
”I didn't think that I would be so lucky as to smell the blood of a warrior with Berserker Syndrome! It's simply sublime! This is the true blood of slaughter, and the strength was so long-lasting that they managed to kill ten thousand people! How wonderful would it be if I could get my hands on this blood!
”But I heard that the Berserker Syndrome skipped generations, and it would only affect one person per generation. The inheritor of this condition for this generation of the Wang Clan is called Wang Bei, and he's currently imprisoned in the prison within the Imperial Palace. How could the Berserker Syndrome appear here?”
King Micheon's smile faded as he narrowed his eyes in thought. After a few moments, he suddenly gave a chuckle of understanding.
”Tulin, this is where you come in. Inform His Majesty that the youngest son of the Wang Clan also has Berserker Syndrome. Two people with Berserker Syndrome have appeared in a single generation! Interesting, interesting!”
The Goguryeon warrior called Tulin standing behind him was dumbfounded. But King Micheon was still speaking.
”However, Berserker Syndrome is known for being able to warp one's will and cause the patient to kill both friend and foe. It seems like this youngest son of the Wang Clan was constantly killing, but he only killed Mengshe Zhao and Tibetan soldiers. This self-control is truly astonishing!”
An error of a hair would lead to a discrepancy of one thousand li. Although the Berserker Syndrome bestowed incredible strength on a warrior, once one lost control and turned the other direction, it would have been ten thousand soldiers of the Annan Protectorate army dying to Wang Chong's sword.
Swords did not discriminate among those they killed, including people on one's own side.
But across this region of the battlefield, King Micheon could not smell the blood of any Tang soldier. Not just anyone could control themselves so well.
”What a troublesome character!”
King Micheon muttered to himself for a while, his pupils constricting as he began to understand the difficulties he faced.
”This is so upsetting! You can kill people like flies, so why control yourself?”
Undeniable envy surfaced on King Micheon's face. If he possessed such a powerful bloodline ability, it would be a match made in heaven.