Chapter 38: Blood Battle (III)
Ji Ma always felt like she had forgotten something, that something was amiss.
The situation should have been clear; they were in the midst of battle. She used the cannon fodder infantry from groups four and five as bait, to lure the enemy’s mobile forces into the dense forest and the sea of infantry.
The enemy’s mobile troops, having lost their speed, had already lost half; their cavalry and war chariots had nearly no armor, with the average fighter barely protected by bikini armor as they ran across the battlefield. Those who didn’t know would think they were marching in the nude.
The enemy’s infantry came charging in, intending to rescue the encircled cavalry and chariots. Yet what they faced was a very thin layer of protection.
Although Ji Ma personally led the Armageddon Knights to block them and ordered the patiently waiting mortal cavalry of the Lord of Deceit to assist in the blockade, the infantry hiding on the flanks also rushed in. However, under the assault of the enemy infantry, the defenses would inevitably be pierced with ease.
But the enemy cavalry and chariots would still be delayed for quite some time. Even though there was no “wrapper,” the friendly infantry swarming in from the rear was not another kind of wrapper?
The chaos and obstruction would further hinder them.
The outcome was uncertain; the enemy’s strength far exceeded that of her legion, with many more defeats than victories.
Yes, that was the situation.
Yet a strange feeling was always stirring within her.
Was it due to excessive magic consumption?
Ji Ma had already ordered her subordinates to gather the winds of magic towards herself, claiming it was to maintain the prolonged combat of Baldy Qiang, and also for battle, as she had only thirty-five percent of her magic left.
An unsettling gaze fell from the sky, staring at her.
“Your Majesty? Your Majesty?”
The nose-toothed powder fairy strategist snapped Ji Ma back to reality, “What are your orders now?”
A roar echoed:
“I will crush your skulls!!!”
Ji Ma immediately turned to the source of the voice, where she saw Baldy Qiang, bathed in blood, raging as he swung his long-handled giant axe, instilling fear and pulverizing the bodies of the enemy; he charged into the enemy ranks alone, despite the surrounding enemies constantly attacking and stabbing him, wounds multiplying.
Yet he grew bolder in battle, instilling terror; some of the succubus enemies instantly turned to dust out of fright.
The only drawback was that his weapon was shouting, “So refreshing! So refreshing! Hit harder! More! I want more!”
With such a frenzy and bloodthirsty killing machine, she should feel pleased.
But Ji Ma was alarmed, for she had never heard Baldy Qiang say this. This feeling of unease was akin to your hand suddenly exclaiming, “Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!”
“Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God!”
Baldy Qiang roared, twisting the head of a gluttonous succubus off its neck with one hand. Behind him, a bright red mark of the Blood God lit up on his back. It was strikingly apparent.
Ji Ma’s mood felt like returning home to see her beloved wife, her lower abdomen glowing with pink lustful patterns.
Previously, when she was chosen by the Blood God, she found the Blood God’s mark ugly and placed it on her back instead.
Later, when Baldy Qiang’s body was remolded and pulled out from the Mother of All Beasts, by all reasoning, the Blood God’s mark should no longer exist.
Wait a minute, George was born of the Mother of All Beasts, Baldy Qiang was also born of the Mother of All Beasts, I am actually Baldy Qiang, so does that mean I am George’s sister, and we are—
Ji Ma shook her head violently.
What time was it, to be thinking of such messy and irrelevant things… inexplicably a bit excited.
There was only one explanation. Ji Ma’s thoughts returned to the right track.
She raised her head and saw the dim sky had turned blood-red; within this blood-red mist, she discerned the Blood God himself sitting on a brass throne.
This king of war, the incarnation of all killings in the world, was gazing at her.
She hadn’t expected her strategies, battlefield commands, and martial arts to finally bring the Blood God’s attention to her.
The Blood God, seated on the brass throne, raised his right hand.
Ji Ma suddenly raised her hand, wanting to pull Baldy Qiang away. Baldy Qiang’s body vanished into the air, leaving a long-handled axe embedded in the ground, roaring, “Where is everyone? Why aren’t you exerting yourselves!”
Ji Ma’s face flushed slightly as she raised her hand,
Using “Speaking Power,” the axe flew through the air, asking Ji Ma.
She looked up; the sky remained blood-red, and she could still vaguely see the Blood God, whose raised hand was giving her a thumbs-up.
At the same time.
The essence of the succubus, surrounded by six rings, in her palace, also gazed towards this battlefield through a mirror.
Surrounding her, the sound of a dirge echoed, the song carried Ji Ma’s name.
The war continued.
Ji Ma shifted her focus from the gaze back to the battle.
Things were getting worse. Under the Blood God’s gaze, Baldy Qiang risked going out of control, or did He mean to make me His chosen?
Ji Ma was uncertain, so under this blood-red sky, she had no intention of summoning Baldy Qiang, which reduced the odds in their favor.
The cavalry of the Chariot King had already assembled; the gluttons began their charge, moving with incredible speed, crashing into the flanks and ambushing, slaughtering Ji Ma’s infantry wantonly, who melted away like frost.
Ji Ma decisively issued an order, shouting, “All units take off! Retreat from battle!”
The Armageddon Knights retreated, aiming to ascend.
Suddenly, darkness enveloped around them, gray smoke arising to surround them; from the smoke, the guardians moved elegantly, swinging their four arms towards them.
The desire for sleep surged within her.
Ji Ma abruptly shook off this unnatural drowsiness, grabbing the nose-toothed powder fairy strategist, who stood frozen in confusion, pulling him up into the air.
Looking down, within the gray mist, many Armageddon Knights were trapped, unable to move.
Like a tide, numerous succubi surged up from the slope, tearing apart the mortal cavalry blocking her, burying the Armageddon Knights who were trapped and unable to move.
Her elite aerial forces were gone, at least for this battle.
This was one of her few advantages over the Chariot King’s army.
Ji Ma gritted her teeth and cursed, “What battlefield spell? Which idiots left it be?”
She sensed a significant decrease in the magical winds on the battlefield.
Ji Ma’s gaze locked onto a mage, a succubus attendant skilled in the art of temptation, protected by heavy guards, appearing quite safe, or at least seemingly safe.
Below was chaos.
In the dense forest, the succubus beasts moved about, charging into the crowd, their emanating fragrance putting enemies to sleep, making resistance difficult. Heavily armored succubus warriors were using long pikes to reap lives, while another skinning chariot was destroyed amidst the assault.
The encircled enemy troops were desperately rushing toward the gap, and without surprise, they collided with the cavalry units attempting to break in, creating incredible confusion and an alarmingly low efficiency.
A chaotic melee ensued; most of the armies had lost their organization, making it hard to issue commands.
At such times, it was a battle of raw strength.
Unfortunately, the vanguard legion could not match the enemy in raw strength.
Were they doomed to lose? If they were going to lose, then they might as well pack up and leave, instead of lingering under the gaze of the Blood God.
Ji Ma thought, feeling quite unwilling.
She hadn’t revealed her trump card—what about George?
So, she gave herself a chance.
Ji Ma looked at the cloud of desire enveloping the enemy’s army; she had been planning for a long time, nurturing their arrogance. If the Chariot King personally led his troops into her lines, then she would have an opportunity to directly slay the general.
Yet throughout, the enemy had been cautious, well protecting their mages, and themselves too.
Ji Ma, with a trying-it-out mentality, retreated on her floating disc while giving the Chariot King the middle finger, provoking the cloud above her head named Arrogance.
Surprisingly.
The Chariot King and her guard suddenly moved; she rode her divine succubus war chariot and charged from a less populated flank, alongside her guardians and a thousand elite guards, targeting the infantry on the side that Ji Ma had placed in the forest for battle.
Without a second thought, Ji Ma turned around to command her infantry. From a distance, she saw the smile on the Chariot King’s face, seemingly mocking her fanciful thoughts.
