I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself

Chapter 316: Chapter 138: Blasted to Pieces, Lord Bo Establishes His Authority!

These guys have been swaggering for too long.

Most of the vassal tribes under the Yanran Tribe are those that have been sheltered by Yanran in recent years. They have frequently clashed with Xiaoyang under Yanran’s rule, a situation quite different from that of Yongshan.

With the Mu Kang Lineage Lord running away, Shen Can and Yann Wanyun naturally focused their gaze on the present Xiaoyang Race Soldiers.

Shen Can hovered in mid-air, appearing wherever Xiaoyang gathered. His blood turned into fist force that fell, each time it took away dozens to hundreds of figures.

"Vein Master, are you abandoning us?"

"Vein Master, come back!"

Countless Clan Soldiers of the Mu Kang Branch shouted; this battle had just begun, how could they lose so quickly.

Even with Shen Can and Yann Wanyun taking action, the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers and Auxiliary Soldiers within the Mu Kang Branch camp numbered more than three million.

They all had long legs, and Xiaoyang could use both hands and feet. In a state of scattering, they formed groups of various sizes on the vast wilderness.

The battlefield for pursuing and killing also grew larger, with various skirmishes happening everywhere.

A group of Yanran Race Soldiers carried giant crossbows, constantly searching for large-scale Xiaoyang remnants.

Upon finding large-scale remnants, they quickly assembled the giant crossbows, laid them flat, and shot quickly at the Xiaoyang remnants.

After two or three rounds of firing by hundreds of giant crossbows, thousands of remnants were directly shattered.

Most of the Xiaoyang hit by the salvo were strung together by massive arrows, flying dozens of yards before being pinned to the ground, with the remaining few Xiaoyang only able to flee in all directions.

After shattering this large group of Xiaoyang remnants, the group quickly raised the giant crossbows and moved on to the next target.

Shen Can and Yann Wanyun concentrated on hunting down the Myriarchs of the Xiaoyang.

By the time the sun set in the west, the Liuming Ancient Land had entirely become a battlefield, with Clan Soldiers clashing everywhere.

In the wilderness, Shen Can rammed into a Celestial Vein Eighth Layer Xiaoyang, then retracted his blood aura. After running thousands of miles repeatedly in one day, he killed over a hundred Xiaoyang at the Celestial Vein Sixth Layer and above.

Even though they considered letting Ji Land go and allowing Xiaoyang to move south, the Xiaoyang that needed to be killed were still killed.

The remnants of the Mu Kang Branch were chased down for an entire day, with bodies scattered over thousands of miles and the land stained with blood.

At this point, Shen Can started his journey back east.

The remaining matters were left for Yann Wanyun to handle.

Unlike the Jishan Bo Division, the War Soldiers of Yanran, although conscripted from various subordinate tribes, possessed the will to fight.

When they previously retreated thousands of miles, the various divisions, according to Yann Wanyun’s arrangements, had already moved to the central and southern parts of Ji Land in advance.

Furthermore, the new clan lands of these vassal tribes were not far apart, forming a defensive group centered around the Yanran Division.

By agreement, after this battle, the Yanran Division would reassemble their allied forces.

After the reassembly, the fallen Clan Soldiers would be gathered, and the injured would return to their original tribes to heal.

Then, Yann Wanyun would only select five hundred thousand elite to go north, with most of the remaining Clan Soldiers taking large amounts of spoils back to their respective tribes.

This major defeat of the Mu Kang Branch yielded a vast amount of weaponry, riding beasts, arrows, grain, and beast meat.

With these weapons, once the tribal soldiers return, they could arm the majority of their tribe members.

Moreover, Shen Can also handed over the crafting method of the first-generation assemblable giant crossbow to the Yanran Division.

With the resources accumulated by Yanran and its subordinate divisions, it won’t take long before they can produce an enormous quantity of giant crossbows and place them throughout the tribes.

By then, faced with the tooth-filled Yanran Tribal Defense Group, unless the Mu Kang Branch conscripts another million elite, it’s almost impossible for them to engulf the Yanran Tribal Defense Group.

At this time, whether to gnaw at the tribes under Yanran or head south, as long as Xiaoyang’s brains aren’t broken, they should make the right choice.

...

Blood Gate Mountain City.

On the morning of the second day after Yann Wanyun broke through the Mu Kang camp to the west.

In the Garrison City Camp, the sound of horns reverberated.

Millions of allied troops from different divisions in the entire garrison city were awakened.

Unit after unit of the most elite Glazed Dragon Guard Martial Artists from the Jishan Bo Division rode Glazed Dragon Beasts, moving in and out of the camp and garrison city.

"Ao Mountain Bo Division has colluded with Xiaoyang, intending to obliterate our Jishan and let Xiaoyang devour Ji Land."

"By the Lord’s command, today we shall slay Ao Mountain’s Tier Four Divine Treasure Sacrificial Banner, and the army will directly charge at the Xiaoyang Camp!"

The fierce voice sent shivers through each of the allied troops gathered from different divisions in the garrison city.

"Woo woo woo!"

No time was given to the allied troops to ponder; the assembly horns sounded.

The army directly abandoned the garrison city’s defense, heading out onto the wilderness beyond the garrison city, with Scouts already spread over a thousand miles.

The Jishan Main Division War Soldiers formed ranks in the middle, mostly middle-aged, standing proudly with resolute red cheeks.

The allied forces of various divisions, led by their respective Upper-class Tribes, formed ranks on either side of the Jishan Main Division War Soldiers.

One phalanx quickly gathered after another.

In front of the main division of Jishan, there were chariots each measuring two zhang in size, numbering over a thousand.

Each chariot was drawn by four riding beasts, clad in heavy iron armor.

The battle banners fluttered, evil qi soaring to the skies.

A high platform was erected at the front of the army formation, with Lord Jishan standing atop, his broad cloak fluttering in the wind.

"Sound the horn!"

With this command, hundreds of horn players stationed around the high platform grabbed their large cow horn trumpets and began to blow.

The deep, resonant sound reverberated in all directions, especially echoing back heavily after entering the mountains.

Trying to dispatch such a vast force of over three million from the garrison city in a short period was naturally not easy.

Lord Jishan only had the horn players sound the horn every fifteen minutes.

And so, the horn sounded a total of sixteen times, and most of the coalition forces finally formed their ranks.

Looking out, people appeared as a sea, spears like a forest.

Gazing at the figures still hurrying from the city, Lord Jishan grabbed a horn-shaped Witch Artifact.

"Those who do not arrive by the sixteenth horn, all shall be executed!"

Lord Jishan’s words, transmitted through the Witch Artifact, instantly spread in all directions.

The thunderous voice immediately quieted the whispers below. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

For a moment, inside and outside the city, aside from the howling wind, there was only silence.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Then, the sound of the earth shaking arose, the disturbance from the Glazed Dragon Guard awakening the assembled clan soldiers.

The vassal tribe soldiers who were rushing over were naturally frightened by the killing intent of the Jishan Bo Division.

Some turned and ran, while others simply collapsed to the ground.

Over a thousand martial artists of the Glazed Dragon Guard rode the Glazed Dragon Beasts howling by, mercilessly shooting down or cutting down any who tried to flee.

The cries of battle from the rear echoed repeatedly, causing the soldiers assembled in the front to tremble one by one.

Especially among the various tribe soldiers, they couldn’t help but look back.

Half an hour later, the Glazed Dragon Guard pushed over ten thousand people through the assembled clan soldiers, driving them to the high platform below.

"Execute!"

The prepared Jishan Race soldiers rushed forward, pressing down the heads of these individuals, blades rising and falling.

As for why they didn’t resist, those who resisted were killed directly at the back.

The pungent smell of blood spread through the air, drifting in all directions with the wind.

The figures that had been executed earlier were also gathered up one by one, forming a pile of bodies that reached higher than the platform, creating an undulating mountain range.

The Lord has killed!

In the wind, countless figures shivered.

The accumulated bones were not fabricated, numbering two or three thousand at minimum.

In the eight thousand years since the founding of the Jishan Race, only the first Lord used such ruthless means.

Succeeding Lords rarely executed vassal tribe soldiers en masse.

Over the years, various tribes continuously married their daughters into Jishan, already forming the Jishan foreign kin tribe, making them even more unlikely to kill their own relatives.

But unexpectedly, today’s bloody scene recurred.

Suddenly, tribal martial artists from vassal tribes realized.

The Jishan Bo Division, the only Bo Division under Marquis Yongshan’s direct rule in Ji Land, stationed at the northern border to suppress Xiaoyang.

This is a Bo Division, part of the Upper Sect, with the power of life and death.

Not using it for thousands of years does not mean it can’t be used.

Lord Jishan looked down all around, eyes filled with killing intent.

"Today, we campaign north against Xiaoyang. Anyone who disobeys orders will be executed!"

"Those who hesitate and do not advance will be executed!"

"Those who desert in battle will be executed!"

"If a Centurion retreats, the entire unit will be executed, and their relatives will become slaves!"

"If a Thousand Captain retreats, their subordinates will be executed, and their relatives will become slaves!"

"If a Myriarch retreats, the Myriarch will be executed, and their relatives will become slaves!"

"If the front ranks retreat, the rear will execute the front!"

"If I retreat, all divisions may surround and execute me!"