Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 444 - 434: Attacking Red Flame Ridge

Peak War Venerate!

This was an extremely terrifying level of cultivation, with boundless and horrific combat power.

Unlike the Lower Three Realms and Middle Three Realms, where as long as one stepped into the major realm, they could always slowly grind to the peak of this realm over time, with the difference being whether they were at the Eighth Meridians or the Nine Meridians, Eight Springs or Ten Springs.

But the Upper Three Realms were different.

This involved the cultivation of the soul, and if one’s innate potential was insufficient, then no amount of time could bring about any improvement. Just like some people who stepped into the realm of War Venerate, a hundred years later, they were still at the First Tier of War Venerate, without the slightest progress.

Therefore, the hierarchy among War Venerates was strictly regimented, and being able to cross one realm and emerge victorious was enough to be hailed as an unparalleled genius!

The strength of a Peak War Venerate could be imagined.

Tu Han frankly confessed that there were seven War Venerates in the Copper Valley Tribe, with the strongest among them being himself at the Eighth Tier, also considered a Peak War Venerate. However, even the seven of them together were no match for the Nine-Headed Golden Lion. They would have never chosen to go to war with the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, but with the sacred war beginning and war machines being allowed onto the battlefield, they gained the confidence to fight.

Moreover, Red Flame Ridge was rich in Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures; it was a precious land that also needed to be seized.

"Besides the Nine-Headed Golden Lion, there are also many powerful ferocious beasts that obey that king of beasts. The battle tomorrow will inevitably be fraught with utmost danger, and we do not know how many of our number will spill their blood in the Foreign Domain," someone said with a pessimistic tone.

Everyone fell silent. This wasn’t a one-on-one duel where you could run if you couldn’t beat your opponent, nor could they invoke their family or sect’s name to intimidate others. This was a small world isolated from the larger world where the indigenous creatures and ferocious beasts certainly wouldn’t care about their backgrounds and would definitely not show any mercy.

They were like rootless ducksweed, helpless and without support, constantly in danger of perishing and potentially having all their previous hard-earned progress go to waste.

Some looked enviously at Chu Hao and the other ten people with war chariots, which could enhance their combat power by an entire major realm. However, some were dismissive because even with the enhancement of an entire major realm, they were not invincible. On the contrary, because their strength was greater, they were more likely to become the target of enemies on the battlefield and be besieged.

The attack on Red Flame Ridge was just the beginning; afterwards, they would have to defeat one competitor after another before attacking more strategic locations like Red Flame Ridge. Eventually, they would move into the central area of the plain, forming four super tribes to compete in the final contest.

Could they become the tribe to ultimately prevail?

Even if they did, how many of them would still be alive by the end?

At that moment, it was their most oppressive day since entering the relic, and starting from tomorrow, they would no longer have the time to indulge in melancholy. Because the full-scale war was about to begin, aside from fighting the enemy, they had to seize every moment to recover their strength. Where would they find the time to think about anything else?

Chu Hao and Su Wanyue were both engaged in intensive cultivation. Since war was imminent, the higher their strength, the greater their chances of survival.

Time; time was what Chu Hao needed most at the moment. Given enough time, he could ascend a small realm in just ten short days, and reaching the peak of War General would take at most three months.

But the war would not change because of his will. The next morning, the elite troops of the Copper Valley Tribe set out, advancing towards Red Flame Ridge.

Chu Hao stood on the war chariot, with Gu Qingcheng beside him. As for Fu Xue, she shared a chariot with the Barbaric Girl. With the protection of a war chariot, her chances of survival would greatly increase, but at the same time, because war chariots attracted intense hatred, it also brought her more danger.

You can’t have your cake and eat it too.

The Iron Bull Tribe’s military discipline was strict, with each Warrior looking solemn. They were filled with fervor for war, as being part of and winning the sacred war had been the greatest purpose in their lives, instilled over generations. They had been preparing for this moment their entire lives, and now that it was finally happening in their generation, they were filled with eagerness, regardless of whether it cost them their lives.

By contrast, the outsiders had almost no one who had undergone the baptism of military deployment; each person was more skilled in individual fights and acted independently, naturally as loose as sand. Moreover, no one could command anyone else, at least not yet.

Perhaps, only after more people died would they grow in the bloodshed and develop iron-like military discipline.

Fat Cat showed a surprised look and thought to himself, "Could it be that some people have foreseen the changes in the world and are letting these people adapt in advance in preparation for the larger chaos to come?"

The army set off, moving swiftly across the vast plains. The main force was made up of Middle Three Realms Martial Artists, with the Lower Three Realms being the second echelon, who basically wouldn’t participate in the battle for Red Flame Ridge—because they wouldn’t be of much usefulness.

After half a day, they saw a mountain range rising abruptly from the ground, jutting out in front of them, blocking their way forward.

Why not simply fly over it? It was known that Martial Artists of the Middle Three Realms could control the artifact to fly, and War Venerates could even cross it with their bare bodies.

The reason was simple: there was no support from the Laws of heaven and earth here, so no one could fly.

——Except for the "local specialties" like Chu Hao’s Phoenix war chariot.

Being unable to fly added many tactics but also increased the danger of combat because escaping became much more difficult.

"Roar—"

After arriving here, one could hear the roars of tigers and the cries of monkeys, indicating a domain ruled by ferocious beasts – a place where humans dare not tread!

Although the entire army hadn’t made any noise, the mere gathering of so many Martial Artists naturally formed a sharp and lethal aura. To those in the Upper Three Realms, this aura was extremely sensitive.

In just a moment, there were continuous beast roars in the mountains, and the sounds of birds screeching filled the sky. With a rustle, a large number of beasts charged down from the mountains, and the sky was also filled with bird-like dark clouds swooping down upon them.

"Prepare!" Tu Han bellowed, and the archers in formation immediately drew their longbows, aiming towards the sky, while the soldiers at the forefront raised their shields. Those slightly behind thrust their long spears forward, forming a defensive wall.

The rumbling sounds approached as a swarm of beasts launched their attack. Wind wolves, white-eyed raging bears, and three-armed monkeys, all Middle Three Realms level ferocious beasts, possessed a fiery ferocity and bellowed continuously.

Pfffft!

However, the first round of attacks was a showdown between the archers and the birds. Countless arrows flew towards the sky, while the birds spat out Ice Arrows, fireballs, and even feathers that turned into long spears as they fluttered their wings, raining down upon them.

The sounds of impacts rattled as many soldiers fell in the first wave of attack, and birds were continuously shot down from the sky. At that moment, the ground beasts had already charged into the human wall with a heavy collision.

A thunderous sound echoed, shaking heaven and earth.

"Kill!" Tu Han roared, swinging a massive bone rod in his hand. Leaping forward with the power of a War Venerate, although incapable of flying, a single jump covered hundreds of meters, and he plunged into the swarm of beasts, showing no mercy as he began his slaughter.

He was a Peak War Venerate after all, with terrifying combat power. Even a slight touch from the bone rod would cause a ferocious beast to explode into a bloody mist, and even those at the Peak War King level were no exception.

This greatly inspired the morale, as all the soldiers of the Copper Valley Tribe let out earth-shattering roars, charging towards the ferocious beasts.

Chu Hao and other outsiders were also full of fighting spirit, eagerly joining the fray. It involved military merit – who wouldn’t want to earn more?

"Charge!" He let out a long howl, and with a thought, he spurred his war chariot into action, swinging his hands and executing numerous Crescent Slashes. Boosted by the war chariot, his attacks reached the War King level, naturally inflicting tremendous damage.

The key was the war chariot itself was also a mighty weapon, sweeping flames across that posed a huge threat to the ferocious beasts, yet it caused no harm to the Copper Valley Tribe. It was as if it could distinguish friend from foe, appearing quite miraculous.

This wave of beasts did not include any at the War Venerate level. Therefore, the ten war chariots rampaged unchallenged, crushing all opposition. Even though Chu Hao and the Barbaric Girl were only at the War General level, they still scarcely met any significant resistance.

But this situation did not last long. Soon, a terrifying beastly roar echoed, rippling through the air. Many Warriors clutched at their ears in agony, blood flowing from their orifices.

The Lion King’s roar!

A giant lion, measuring ten meters in length, emerged from the depths of the mountains. Despite its seemingly slow pace, it was astonishingly quick, appearing at the forefront of the formation in the blink of an eye.

Nine heads, its mane as if cast from gold, majestic and powerful.

Following this nine-headed lion came two other ferocious beasts, one with the head of a crocodile, body of a tiger, and tail of a leopard, and another, a giant centipede with four pairs of wings.

Although the two other ferocious beasts were less imposing than the nine-headed lion, their essence was the same.

Heavens, there were actually three War Venerate level ferocious beasts!

"Kill!" The High Priest Tu Han issued the command, charging out alongside six other War Venerate level tribespeople, swinging their weapons with the might of War Venerates in an unstoppable onslaught.

They had to quickly conquer Red Flame Ridge because the Iron Bull Tribe would certainly make the same decision to send troops to attack Red Flame Ridge. If they were caught halfway by their surprise assault, it would be extremely disastrous.

Eight war chariots joined the attack on the Nine-Headed Golden Lion; a kill on such a War Venerate level beast would be equivalent to the military merits of a thousand War Kings.

Chu Hao and the Barbaric Girl did not overplay their hand, as they could only enhance their war chariots to perform at the Middle Tier War King level; it was impossible for them to pose any threat to a War Venerate. Engaging in that fight would be utterly pointless, so it was better to kill more War King and War General level ferocious beasts.

Besides, now that the War Venerate level powers had left, the War King level forces became all the more crucial.

The duo, teaming up and commandeering two war chariots, wreaked havoc on the battlefield. The Barbaric Girl slain with a bloodthirsty frenzy, recklessly charging toward denser groups of beasts. Fu Xue, who shared the chariot with her, was also a combat maniac, showing no fear but instead bellowing constantly, swinging her hammer relentlessly.

Chu Hao, worried for their safety, hastily pursued them with his war chariot, leaving Gu Qingcheng utterly terrified, as she disliked combat, especially when the opponents were ferocious beasts, where her charm was utterly useless.

This was a world of blood and slaughter, where every person and every beast was engaged in a bloody battle, a matter of life or death. (To be continued. If you enjoy this book, welcome to visit qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)