flstandardbreds Chapter 1216: No Conspiracy
Chapter 1216: No Conspiracy
This flame, mixed with the jelly of the plague from Liu Yueli's body! This strange dark red flame! This thick smoke emitting a deadly and foul breath!
Like a plague killer!
"Roar--!!!"
The madly rushing tide of "refugees" came into contact with the dark red flames and gray-green smoke!
Like a live shrimp plunged into boiling oil! A shrill, inhuman howl erupted! The festering black spots on their skin crackled like burning hay, rapidly expanding and charring! Their scarlet eyeballs were instantly eroded by the gray-green smoke, becoming cloudy and blurred! Their movements became stiff and sluggish, as if bound by invisible chains!
Even more terrifying was the fact that the bodies of those “refugees” who were licked by the flames quickly melted and carbonized like lit candles, emitting an even more pungent stench!
Dark red flames and gray-green smoke, like a burning poisonous dragon, built a death barrier in front of the Xuanjia Army! The frantic rush of "refugees" was like hitting an invisible iron wall!
They collapsed in droves! Twisted and melted in the flames! A shrill wail echoed through the night sky! The offensive... was instantly stopped!
On the high ground! The sneers on the faces of Tuoba Hong, Duan Siming, and Helian Bobo froze instantly!
Like frozen stone statues! They stared in disbelief at the battlefield below, ablaze with strange dark red flames and thick with gray-green poisonous smoke! They watched the waves of "refugees" falling like harvested wheat! They watched the Black Armor Army formation, standing tall and unmoved behind the flames like a steel fortress!
"What kind of fire is this?!"
The muscles on Tuoba Hong's rough face twitched, and his voice contained a hint of barely perceptible horror!
"Plague... He actually used plague to fight plague?!" Duan Siming's gaunt face was as gloomy as water, and a cold light flashed in his narrow eyes!
"Madman! Qin Ming... is a madman!" For the first time, Helian Bobo's eagle-like eyes revealed deep fear and... a hint of terror!
At the door of the imperial tent, Qin Ming's eyes, covered with his face, were like two bottomless abysses, coldly sweeping over the three horrified faces on the high ground.
He slowly raised his armored hand and pointed at the death barrier burning with dark red flames.
"Did you see it?" Qin Ming's icy voice was like iron falling to the ground, clearly penetrating the night wind and reaching the ears of every envoy on the high ground. "How is my 'fire'...?"
The corner of his mouth, covered by his face, slowly curled up into an extremely cold arc.
"Go back and tell your king." Qin Ming's voice was not loud, but it was filled with murderous intent that could freeze souls. "My fire... can not only burn corpses and eliminate plagues... but it can also... burn cities and destroy nations!"
"If you dare to interfere in the affairs between me and the sacred tree again..."
Qin Ming's armored fingers slowly gripped the hilt of the black iron giant sword. The sword's edge emitted a piercing cold light under the firelight. "This fire... will burn your capital next!"
"roll!"
The word "Get lost" resounded like thunder from the sky! With the imperial pressure that could burn everything, it slammed down hard on the high ground!
Tuoba Hong, Duan Siming and Helian Bobo's faces turned pale in an instant!
It was like being slapped hard in the face! Humiliation! Anger! Fear! All sorts of emotions intertwined on their faces!
But in the end, they were all frightened by the strange flames burning below and Qin Ming's cold murderous intent!
"Let's go!" Helian Bobo turned his horse's head first, his voice filled with suppressed anger!
Woo-woo-woo-woo!!!
Three trumpet sounds filled with panic and reluctance rang out!
Like dogs that had lost their homes, the three cavalry units, under Qin Ming's cold gaze, stirred up clouds of dust and retreated in panic towards the darkness in the distance! The three battle flags of the Qilin, the Golden Crow, and the Purple Dragon fluttered in the night wind like banners of defeat!
In front of the camp, dark red flames were still burning fiercely, and gray-green poisonous smoke filled the air.
The frantic tide of "refugees" was firmly blocked outside the formation. The shrill howling gradually subsided, and the corpses piled up like a mountain in the flames.
Inside the imperial tent, candlelight flickered. The dark golden vortex on Liu Yueli's chest slowly swirled, its light steady and restrained. Chang Baishan's remains were cold and rigid, like a burnt-out tree.
Qin Ming turned around slowly, his eyes sweeping across the tent from under his veil.
A glimmer of hope, at a terrible price. The Three Kingdoms retreated, but their influence remained.
The dark red flames were like poisonous dragons from hell, licking the night sky madly in front of the camp.
Gray-green toxic smoke billowed into the air, carrying the pungent stench of burnt sulfur and the sweet, cloying stench of decay, forming a barrier of death. Amidst the flames, the remains of the "refugees" twisted and melted, emitting sickening sizzling sounds and short, shrill howls. The onrushing black tide was abruptly halted, like a wave crashing against a reef, a mountain of charred corpses piling up before the wall of fire.
On the high ground, the cavalry of the Three Kingdoms envoys were like dogs that had lost their homes. Amidst Qin Ming's icy cry of "Get lost" and the earth-shaking roar of the Black Armored Army, they fled in a cloud of dust, disappearing in the darkness to the northwest. The three battle flags of the Qilin, Golden Crow, and Purple Dragon fluttered in the night wind like banners of defeat, leaving behind a silent legacy of shame and fear.
Inside the camp, the dead silence was like a heavy lead block, making it hard to breathe.
The only sounds were the crackling of flames, the sizzling of melting corpses, and the faint moans of distant "refugees" who were still alive, whimpering in the night wind. The black-armored soldiers leaned against the cold tower shields, their armor stained with blood and soot, their faces etched with exhaustion, numbness, and the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe.
They silently looked at the burning wall of death and the charred corpses piled up outside the wall of fire. There was no joy of victory in their eyes, only the chill that penetrated deep into their bones and the lingering fear.
Inside the imperial tent, candlelight danced on bronze lampstands, casting distorted, swaying ghostly shadows on the walls. The air was stagnant, a mixture of the strong bitterness of herbs, the stench of burnt sulfur, the decay of flesh and blood, and... a faint, cold, dead silence.
Two stretchers were placed side by side in the tent. Chang Baishan's face was as sallow as dried orange peel, and his deep eye sockets were filled with cloudy, lifeless pupils, leaving only a solidified grayish-white.
The massive wound on his shoulder blade was covered with black ointment. Instead of yellow liquid, it oozed a thick, cold, dark red jelly like solidified grease. The right hand Liu Yueli had grasped had now been reduced to charred bones, the skin carbonized and peeling, revealing the dark bone beneath. His chest no longer rose and fell, and his throat was silent. Life... completely gone. Only the piece of iron with animal patterns, wrapped in soft cloth, remained in his arms, cold and hard, like his final tombstone.
On the other side, Liu Yueli was wrapped in a thick blanket, her chest rising and falling ever so faintly. Every breath she took carried a heart-pounding, grinding sound deep in her throat, like a worn-out bellows being forcibly pumped. The dark red gelatinous substance seeping from the edge of the charred, branded wound behind her shoulder had noticeably slowed, like a frozen venomous snake.