Chapter 973: Unbending Resolve! II (1/2)
Chapter 973: Unbending Resolve! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”The Great Tang will not be defeated!
”The Great Tang cannot be defeated!”
Wang Chong clenched his fists, tensing up his entire body so tightly that it groaned.
No one understood more than him that once Talas was lost, the Great Tang would have no other chance to rise. The Western Regions would be lost, Qixi would be lost, Longxi would be lost, Youzhou would fall ill, the Great Tang would fall into internal discord, the calamity would descend… Step by step, the Great Tang would fall into the endless abyss. If he wanted to change all this and save the Great Tang, he had to hold Talas and throw back the Arabs.
Only by holding Talas would he be able to slowly alter the Great Tang's tragic fate.
And besides, the Stone of Destiny would never let him retreat. Retreat was death!
Roooar!
The distant Behemoths roared, and dust rose from the defense line as the four Behemoths rumbled forward, wreaking havoc on the Tang soldiers. Countless Tang soldiers fled in fear, leaving thousands of corpses behind.
Blood seeped into the earth as a figure sinisterly chuckled in a place no one could see.
”Die! Die! All of you die!
”My obedient pets, kill all these infidels!”
The hunchbacked Masil sat atop the head of his centipede monster, his hands raised up as blood dripped down from overhead, bathing his head, face, and arms. An expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.
Masil might have been deformed and grotesque, but as the commander of the Behemoth Army and one of the Caliph's favored ministers, he was a sinister existence of the Abbasid Caliphate feared by all. But few people knew that Masil was even more sinister and terrifying than he appeared on the surface.
Masil had never feared battle. Wherever one could find a large-scale battle in a stalemate, one could find Masil and his Behemoths.
Every time they took part in battle, Masil's favorite activity would be to burrow underground as his Behemoths destroyed his enemies and stomped them into pulp, so that he could bathe himself in the thick streams of blood pouring into the earth.
Masil could obtain boundless pleasure from this slaughter and blood, imbuing him with a far more intoxicating feeling and satisfaction than what his status as commander of the Behemoth Army and favored minister of the Caliph could give him.
”I said before, no one can stop my Behemoths, not even these Tang. Kill them all for me! Hahaha…”
Masil's eyes were wide open as he crazily laughed.
The Great Tang had already lost. Masil knew this the moment he had dispatched his four strongest Behemoths, without even needing to consider the two hundred thousand elite Arab cavalry behind them.
”Now, only that brat is left!”
Masil squinted his eyes as he began to ponder this matter.
These infidels who dared to defy the Arabs needed to be killed, but in Masil's mind, there was one person he loathed far more than all the other Tang, that he would find even more delight from killing.
Three Behemoths was the largest loss the Behemoth Army had ever suffered in its history, and was a disgrace on Masil's name.
”Once I kill you, I'll make your skull into a toilet stool!”
Masil chuckled to himself, and then he chanted a spell, communicating with the giant ape above. Amongst the Behemoths, the Consecrated was undoubtedly the strongest of them all.
……
Above ground, clouds of dust churned as the four Behemoths meted out destruction like they were evil heralds of the apocalypse. Suddenly, the enormous and muscular figure of the giant ape to the very left turned its scarlet eyes on Wang Chong a hundred zhang away.
Raaaa! The Behemoth bellowed, leaping away from its other foes and lunging toward Wang Chong. Its gigantic fist created vortices in the air as it thundered toward Wang Chong.
The giant ape's attack had been extremely abrupt, and it had chosen to attack the moment the Tang line was in full retreat and Wang Chong was struggling over whether to retreat or continue fighting.