novelraw Chapter 374: Alexander, you are indeed a formidable opponent
Chapter 374: Alexander, you are indeed a formidable opponent
In the face of the endless onslaught of ghost armies, the native warriors and Hell Warriors were like tiny boats in a vast ocean. The arrival of the special ops team was akin to sharp swords and daggers, piercing through the already fragile boats.
Gradually, the main force began to delve deeper into the Mist world, advancing towards its very heart. Soon, another horde of Hell Warriors and native troops rushed to confront them. Without waiting for Alexander’s command, the special ops team charged forward, tearing apart the enemy’s formation.
"Su Rong approached Alexander, concern evident in her voice, "Alexander, something’s not right. Why are these Mist world’s Hell Warriors and natives attacking in waves instead of swarming us? This tactic seems more like they’re trying to slow down our march rather than fighting us. Could it be that the Mist world is brewing some sort of conspiracy?"
Su Rong had also noticed the oddity. The behavior of the Mist world was too conspicuous.
"It’s just a delay tactic," Alexander deduced, "They’re probably gathering more Hell Warriors. Since Louis hasn’t reported any issues, it means there’s no cause for alarm. In this situation, the enemy can only confront us head-on. Any conspiracy is meaningless against our overwhelming numbers and strength. If they want a final battle, let them use all their tricks!"
Alexander spoke, his gaze fixating on the depths of the Mist, a slow smile forming on his lips.
"Do you have a plan?" Su Rong asked, noticing the smile on Alexander’s face, a sense of relief washing over her, fueled by curiosity.
"The plan is simple," Alexander replied, levitating off the ground and commanding loudly, "All troops, halt! Prepare for battle right here. We’ll wait for the enemy to make their move!"
Alexander’s command resounded with authority, instantly halting the entire army in unison.
He had already anticipated that regardless of the enemy’s schemes or traps, as long as he didn’t charge forward impulsively, they would have no choice but to engage directly.
Continued delays were actually advantageous for Alexander’s forces. This time allowed them to assimilate the spoils of war they had gathered along the way, enhancing the ghost army’s strength to a new level. Even a slight improvement in such a massive army was significantly impactful.
Suddenly, a crisp clapping sound echoed from an unknown source. The sound was not loud, but it carried across the land, audible to everyone.
Following this, a cool, female voice resonated as if coming from a distant horizon, whispering right beside everyone’s ears. Although quiet, the voice reached the ear of every ghost soldier:
"Truly worthy of being the last hope! Alexander, you are indeed a formidable opponent."
"White Clothes! You finally show yourself!" Alexander, unable to see White Clothes, knew she could hear him and spoke out, "It has been tens of thousands of years, and it all ends today. Whatever tricks you have, bring them out and show yourself!"
"You sound very confident!" White Clothes’ voice rang out again, as the surrounding Mist churned violently.
In front of Alexander, the Mist churned especially fiercely, like boiling water. Amidst the turmoil, countless Hell Warrior armies emerged, clad in beetle armor.
This time, they were without mounts, yet their aura was no less intimidating than the previous Hell Warriors. Not just in strength, but in numbers as well, this army vastly outnumbered the earlier skirmishes.
As far as the eye could see, a black sea stretched from the front into the depths of the Mist. Though not as massive as Alexander’s trillions-strong army, it was still a staggering number, easily more than tenfold the previously driven native troops and comprised of true Hell Warriors, far surpassing the individual strength of the ghost army.
Fortunately, after several continuous battles, the ghost army of the Horror World was at its peak in terms of momentum. Otherwise, just the appearance of these Hell Warriors would have caused widespread chaos.
"Do you think you can defeat the Mist World with sheer numbers?" In the sky, countless white mists began to converge, and Dolly, dressed in White Clothes, descended from the heavens, her gaze sharp and piercing as she fixed her eyes on Alexander.
"Without trying, how can we know it won’t work?" Alexander, unfazed, waved his hand casually. Instantly, all duplicates began utilizing their Ghost Treasures, enveloping the entire ghost army in a radiant glow.
Every one-time-use Ghost Treasure that could enhance combat capabilities was deployed by Alexander in a matter of minutes. It seemed as if every ghost soldier was now clad in a magnificent, multicolored battle armor.
The display of power didn’t stop there. At least a hundred thousand duplicates, each possessing the Hell Curse talent, unleashed their talent skills.
These duplicates had been Alexander’s trump card, having done nothing but voraciously consume Ghost Food and black beetles.
The casualties across the Horror World, the black beetle corpses brought from the real world, and even the bodies of the Hell Warriors slain in recent battles, all were devoured by these duplicates. Each one had amassed over a trillion units of Ghost Energy.
With ghost smoke, Emperor wine, and various Ghost Treasures enhancing them, not only was the power of their talent skills greatly amplified, but their energy consumption was also reduced by over 90%.
This time, a hundred thousand duplicates summoned dark shadows at the Ghost Emperor level, each costing over a hundred million Ghost Energy, equivalent in combat power to a regular Ghost Emperor.
Each duplicate could summon ten thousand dark shadows. A hundred thousand duplicates equated to a billion Ghost Emperors. With the augmentation from various treasures, their combat prowess was far beyond that of average Ghost Emperors.
A billion dark shadows swiftly converged, interspersed within the ghost army, not just for combat but to protect the surrounding ghost soldiers from being wiped out en masse, enhancing the effectiveness of the ghost army’s overwhelming tactics.
Without further delay, Alexander commanded decisively, "All troops, charge!" The ghost army, in response to his call, surged towards the Hell Warriors in a frenzied assault. The Hell Warriors were numerous, but the ghost army was even more so.
As the two forces clashed, the dark shadows were the first to charge, blocking a significant amount of the incoming attacks, allowing the ghost soldiers to swarm forward.
Unlike the Hell Warriors, although most of the ghost army lacked innate Ghost Skills, their sheer numbers meant a substantial portion did possess talents and skills. Upon contact, the Hell Warriors suffered heavy casualties.
The ghost army, picking up the fallen equipment of their enemies, pressed forward, momentarily gaining the upper hand in localized skirmishes. However, this was short-lived. As the battle wore on, the Hell Warriors began to exhibit their true strength, and the ghost army started to suffer losses.
Nevertheless, the sheer number of the ghost army, coupled with the far stronger dark shadows assisting them, kept them in the fight.
At the front, a hundred thousand special ops troops tore through the Hell Warriors’ formation. At the back, each Hell Warrior faced an onslaught akin to a plague of beetles from the ghost army.
Even if it cost dozens or hundreds of ghost soldiers to take down one Hell Warrior, it was deemed worthwhile.
The numbers of the Hell Warriors began to dwindle significantly.
From above, the scene resembled two colossal tidal waves colliding.
The wave represented by the Hell Warriors, with its formidable force, plunged deep into the heart of the ghost army, as if to pierce through it. However, the ghost army’s wave was even more massive, ultimately engulfing the Hell Warriors.
At this point, the duplicates no longer needed to direct the battle. In such an intense fight, command and strategy seemed futile. They instead converged, a million duplicates with a myriad of talents, acting like sharp daggers slicing through the vast Hell Warrior ranks.
Tony and Edward focused on targeting high-end forces like the patrolling envoys. Whenever a patrolling envoy appeared, those with spatial talents would immediately spring into action, leading assaults against them.
Gradually, the Hell Warriors were like cakes being sliced and devoured rapidly. Each fallen Hell Warrior signified a ghost soldier gaining a full set of Emperor-level equipment.
With the augmentation of various treasures, even the weakest ghost soldier, now equipped at the Emperor level, could reach a power comparable to a prince. Those at the soldier and general levels could even confront the Hell Warriors head-on.
As the battle progressed, the numbers of Hell Warriors rapidly decreased, while the losses of the ghost army began to diminish significantly. Throughout this chaotic battlefield, two figures remained still, standing above the army. Despite the intense fighting, no one dared to disturb them.
"It looks like I’m winning," Alexander, hovering above the army, said with a smile as he looked towards White Clothes in the distance.
"That remains to be seen. Hell Warriors are just that. If I wish, they are endless!" White Clothes replied, also smiling, as she lightly snapped her fingers.