Chapter 410: Scramble For the Credit (1/2)
Chapter 410: Scramble For the Credit
Translator: LawEditor: Hitesh
Nether Moon, the one that could inverse life and death among the three ‘suns’ and nine ‘moons’ of the Yu Clan bloodline… They were a powerful branch of the Yu Dynasty, and they were the best at making zombies and other kinds of blood and flesh puppets.
The Magi Palace also had a secret magic for turning corpses into zombies, which was sneakily learned from the Nether Moon. Compared to the zombie warriors created by the Nether Moon, zombie warriors raised by the Magi Palace were at absolute disadvantages, whether regarding cost, efficiency or battle effectiveness.
During the long-lasting war between the humankind and the Yu Dynasty, the branch that made the humankind worried the most was this Nether Moon.
Elite warriors of the Nether Moon hardly ever showed their real faces on battlefields. Instead, who actually fought the battles were all zombies and other kinds of flesh and blood puppets under their control. These terrifying battling tools never got tired or afraid, were violent, brutal and devoid of emotions. They never ever stepped back; moreover, their number was so huge, that to some extent it could make all their enemies feel despair.
Like this time, each phalanx of that tsunami-like zombie army, which had been swooshing over from the north, had a hundred thousand zombie warriors, and every phalanx was around five-mile apart from each other. From the east to the west, the army had extended for over ten-thousand miles, and in both the front and backside of the army, the phalanxes were arrayed even larger and thicker. The total number of zombie warriors in this army was definitely beyond a hundred million.
People who hadn’t seen this with their own eyes could never ever imagine how powerful the tremors in hearts brought by this gray, deathly tsunami could be. Every move made by these zombies was exactly the same; every step made by them had exactly the same length. Over a hundred million zombie warriors with precisely ordered moves that gave people an incomparable feeling of terror.
Along with the muffled and rumbling footsteps, this zombie army of the Nether Moon approached speedily.
Abruptly, in front of this great army, a few streams of blood-red light lit up. A couple of Blood Moon Yu Clan nobles flashed their bodies across the air and blocked the way of the army furiously. A Yu Clan elderly man, who was in an extra luxurious cloak, angrily waved his arms while yelling hoarsely in a hysterical and indignant tone, his saliva even spraying out from his mouth.
“You shameless bastards! What the hell are you doing here?! This battlefield belongs to us!”
A hoarse, deep and cold voice came from the massive army of zombie warriors, “Greedy Dishi Family, are you planning to have the credit of conquering the humankind all to yourself? Are you going to reject the help offered by your brothers? Do you want to refuse the kindness given by your brothers?”
The Yu Clan elderly man howled in fury, like a wild dog which had its fleshy bone snatched away from near its mouth, “Help? Kindness? You came for the credit! Shameless, dirty bastards! We, Blood Moon, don’t need your help! We have enough power to conquer the humankind!”
Remaining silent for a short while, that hoarse and cold voice rose once again, “Alright, the sons of the great, supreme Nether Moon never waste any time on oral fighting. We are here for the credit… you don’t even think about taking the credit of conquering the humankind all to yourself. Do you have any disagreement regarding that?”
Before the Blood Moon Yu Clan elderly man could respond, that cold and deep voice continued, “Nothing will change even if you do have some disagreements regarding this, right? We are already here, so we have to get the credit that belongs to us. Clear the way or our army will tread upon your bodies!”
‘Dong, dong, dong, dong,' when the conversation was happening, the zombie armies of the Nether Moon did not stop moving forwards, walking steadily southwards with big steps. A whole ten-thousand zombie warriors in a phalanx held their head high and had their chests puffed out, with their long, bronze spears raised high, slantways in the air. This phalanx of zombie warriors bumped directly into the few Yu Clan elderly men who had blocked the way.
Without any emotion and thought, the chests of these working-dead zombie warriors thudded against the bodies of the few Yu Clan elderly men, forcing them to fly into the air in disgust, given vent via a torrent of abuse.