Chapter 945: The Descent of a Myth! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Everything has changed! The Behemoth Army never appeared at Talas before… Did things change because of me again?

Wang Chong's mind was in disarray.

He once more began to recall the legend that he used to joke and jeer about. It was said that the Emperor of the Arabian Empire, the Caliph, had two powerful armies under his command at the peak of the empire's power. One of these was the Behemoth Army. These soldiers were under the Arabian Caliph's direct command, and the governors had no authority over them.

That these Behemoths had appeared in the distant Talas meant only one thing: the Caliph of Arabia had his sights set on this land. This war was now impossible to predict.

Bong!

Drums soon began to thunder from the Arabian camp. The dense waves of Arab cavalry parted, leaving a clear path fifty-some zhang wide between the Tang defense line and that massive beast. The air was instantly brimming with tension. Behind the first defense line, countless warhorses widened their eyes and neighed in panic.

Even these well-trained warhorses lost their nerve as they sensed the dreadful air rising from these beasts. Their instinctive fear drove them to struggle against the control of their riders so that they could flee the battlefield.

”How incredible! The Arabs still had this sort of move in reserve! If they had unleashed these enormous beasts earlier, Talas might have already fallen. They wouldn't have even needed our help!”

On the eastern edge of the battlefield, Duwu Sili, Dalun Ruozan, Huoshu Huicang, and the other generals were watching from the hills. Although they sat at the upper level of individuals of the continent, they were still stunned by the moves the Arabs had kept in reserve.

After a few moments of silence, Dalun Ruozan spoke. ”It can't be that simple. The Arabs must have a reason for not using these massive beasts. However, regardless of what that reason is, now that the Arabs have brought them, they will be a massive threat to the Great Tang!”

Although it had been his plan to take a rest from battling the Tang so that he could see the full strength of the Arabs, he was still astonished by this display. He was somewhat unwilling, but he was forced to admit that the Arabian Empire was stronger than the Ü-Tsang Empire. In the continent, Arabia and the Great Tang undoubtedly stood above all other empires.

Only Arabia could deal with the Great Tang, and only the Great Tang could deal with Arabia!

The hills fell silent as everyone turned their focus to the Arab camp to the west of Talas and that enormous beast rising from it.

Crack! A long whip flew through the air. At the feet of the Behemoth stood a thin and hunchbacked figure dressed in robes of dark red, who was constantly hollering something at this Behemoth. Although he had an unsightly appearance, this hunchbacked Arab seemed to have an extremely high status. Behind him were countless manservants and maids, apparently his, who were trembling in fear.

Not far from them, a black-clothed Arab guard was blowing a strange tune out on a bone flute, one that lacked any sort of rhythm or tempo. Commanded by the whip and bone flute, the mountainous Behemoth slowly advanced.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With boom after boom, the monster advanced toward the battlefield, its weighty footsteps ringing over the battlefield. Under the golden-red sun, the Behemoth seemed even more savage and dreadful. Whoosh! At that moment, let alone the Tang soldiers, even the vast sea of Arabs recoiled in fear from that giant beast.

”Too, too… big!”

A brave and muscular Arab warrior looked up at that golden horn that seemed like the peak of a mountain, and that fortress of a body, and those scarlet eyes. Unconsciously, he began to step back.

The line between myth and reality grew fuzzy. This Behemoth arisen from ancient myths had transcended time and space to descend on the mortal realm.

Roooar!

The Behemoth roared, the sound waves carrying endless pressure and intimidation as they stirred up gales and gusts. Even the clouds in the sky were swept away toward the sun in the east. The sky over the heads of the Arabs was now clear.

Boom! The already fearful Arab warriors panicked, their warhorses fled in fright, and their neat ranks fell into disorder.

The Behemoth Army!

This was one of the legendary armies under the Caliph's control and a symbol of his divine authority. Even the pugnacious Arab warriors regarded them as nightmarish existences.

”They're finally here!” exclaimed an excited and joyful voice.

It could only belong to the supreme existence of the Arabian east, whose authority was second only to the Caliph's: Governor of the East, Abu Muslim. He placed his hands on the armrests of his throne and slowly rose, a powerful energy bursting from his body.

In this world, there was no city that the Arabs could not break, no opponent they could not defeat!

Abu Muslim looked at that Behemoth as if he was looking at his proudest weapon!