Chapter 303 Let the Spirit Race Enjoy the Battle Power of the Wild Beast Legion (Ch 303)

Another two days passed quietly.

In the early morning, a slightly chilly breeze blew by.

Mo Yingchen stood quietly in the Eternal Night Tribe, on this new land.

In front of him was a slightly rough city wall.

It is more like a slightly elevated stone wall than a city wall.

But on the wall, ten coldly shining fine golden crossbows and a hundred skeleton warriors armed with psychic Gatling guns exuded a heart-pounding murderous aura.

His eyes swept over the carefully crafted fine gold crossbows. The cold metallic luster reflected a bit of cold light in the morning light.

Runes flickered on the crossbow arm, silently demonstrating its powerful destructive power.

Then look at the skeleton warriors holding the hideous-looking psychic Gatling guns.

A masterpiece of Ratman Technology, the metal tube body is interwoven with complex pipelines and precision parts to form powerful lines.

An indescribable self-confidence quietly grew in Mo Yingchen’s heart.

He turned around slowly, his eyes finally falling behind him.

On the group of contractor warriors who were standing in neat rows and solemnly.

A total of seven hundred contractors.

……

In just one month, the total population of the Eternal Night Tribe has exceeded one thousand.

To cope with the impending war and expansion needs.

Mo Yingchen made a crazy decision – any tribesman who met the physical fitness requirements could become a contractor.

This means that except for the old, weak and disabled.

Almost the entire Eternal Night Tribe has transformed into warriors.

Mo Yingchen looked at the huge team in front of him.

An unprecedented sense of ambition and passion surged in his chest.

This is completely different from the undead army he once led.

No matter how powerful the Undead Legion is, it is ultimately just an extension of his personal power.

However, the contracted warrior before him was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had truly established and controlled a force of his own.

In his mind, leading the human race and leading the undead are two completely different concepts.

……

Behind him, Yang Zhan and Pan Yan stood quietly like two silent sculptures.

Behind him, a pair of huge bat wings were folded tightly.

It was the transformation of a fourth-level vampire.

……

Mo Yingchen quickly went over the battle plan that had already been perfected in his mind, and made the final pre-battle confirmation in a deep voice.

“Tomorrow, all contractors will stop the troops brought by Lang Gu outside the valley.” His voice was calm and clear. “The spiritual power of the first-level skeleton warriors is limited. They cannot maintain the continuous shooting of the psychic Gatling gun for a long time.”

“Contractor, your first priority is to kill the human slave army and reduce the enemy’s numbers to the greatest extent possible.”

“Once the Beastmen are dispatched, all contractors will immediately retreat and lead them into the valley entrance.”

“The Gatling Force will be there to finish them off.”

Mo Yingchen raised his finger and pointed at Yang Zhan and Pan Yan, with absolute trust in his eyes.

“Wang Rui will be in charge of the frontline command for tomorrow’s battle.”

“You two don’t need to show up. Keep your whereabouts well.”

“You have only one mission,”

“That is, to deal with Langu.”

“They are all level 4. You two against one, there shouldn’t be any problem, right?”

When Yang Zhan heard the order, he responded immediately with a loud and firm voice:

“Yes, Master! No problem!”

He bent slightly, and his bat wings spread slightly behind him, then quickly folded together, as if suppressing the power that was about to explode.

Although Pan Yan did not say anything, he just nodded steadily at Mo Yingchen, but his eyes were also burning with absolute confidence.

Mo Yingchen nodded with satisfaction.

He looked around and finally said, “Well, let’s start preparing now to make sure everything goes well.”

……

The next morning, the gates of Langu city were wide open.

Lang Gu was wearing a bright red robe and floating in the air with a proud look on his face.

The combination of blue hair and red robe seems a bit inconsistent no matter how you look at it, even a bit ridiculous.

Below is the assembled beastman army.

There were more than a thousand people, but the team seemed loose and chaotic.

They stood casually, whispered to each other, and had no sense of tension about going into battle.

The long period of comfortable life has made them forget what war is like, and they have also lost their due vigilance and discipline.

In their eyes, the rebellion of human slaves was nothing but a farce.

With the beastmen’s powerful strength far exceeding that of humans, they don’t need any tactics or formations at all. They can easily crush into dust those slaves who dare to resist just by rushing forward.

However, in front of the Beastman Legion, the scene was quite different.

The human slave army, which was much larger in number, exuded a murderous aura in their every move, forming a sharp contrast with the loose-knit beastman army in the rear.

The human slaves remained silent.

His eyes were empty and numb, as if he had lost hope in everything.

All that was left were their hands tightly gripping the knife handles, and a few knife flowers that they inadvertently drew.

Showing the truth that they are not ordinary slaves.

These are warriors who struggled to survive in blood and fire. Even if they became slaves, they still had bloodthirsty instincts in their bones.

Lang Gu glanced at the group of silent human slaves, with a scornful smile on his face.

In his eyes, the rebellion of the Aqiu tribe was just a minor issue and was not worth mobilizing troops at all.

But the situation is different now.

He is about to set off for the royal court, and it is unknown when he will be able to return.

The rebellion of the Aqiu tribe served as a wake-up call for him.

If other slaves followed suit while he was away.

When he returned triumphantly from the royal court, he found his hometown in chaos. Wouldn’t that be a loss of face?

Instead of doing this, it would be better to take this opportunity to launch a thundering attack to completely suppress the rebellion of the Aqiu tribe and set an example for others.

More importantly, he wanted to show the military might of Langu City to all forces.

Let them know that anyone who dares to challenge his authority will pay a heavy price.

As for marrying A Lian, it became a by-product of this military operation.

Lang Gu turned proudly to Xiu Wu and Meng Yinxue behind him, and his fat body trembled.

“My two distinguished guests,” he said in a pretentiously heroic tone, “are you planning to rest here for a while and wait for my triumphant return?”

“Are you still interested in coming with me and witnessing with your own eyes how I crush those rebels completely?”

Xiu Wu lost interest and was about to shake his head to refuse.

Meng Yinxue took the lead, and there was a barely perceptible hint of amusement in her clear voice.

“Of course we have to go together.” The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

“Lord City Lord, the scenery here is really monotonous and boring. It’s a good opportunity to see the ‘magnificent’ fighting power of the Beastmen Legion. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Xiu Wu was slightly startled and turned to look at Meng Yinxue.

He frowned slightly, but finally chose to remain silent.