Chapter 39: Blood Battle (3)
Ji Ma flew into the dense forest on her floating disc.
The infantry, which had previously surrounded the enemy, were caught off guard by the attacks from the Se Nè soldiers and were pursued by the Se Nè cavalry, crashing into the infantry who were lying in wait in the dense forest. They collided fiercely, and the ground was strewn with corpses.
The morale of their side was faltering. Some Se Nè raiders turned tail and ran, shouting, “We’ve lost! We’ve lost!”
Ji Ma raised her gun and opened fire on several quick-response soldiers, stabilizing her position.
She looked up towards the direction of the Chariot King.
The Chariot King stood on the platform of the Divine Chariot, flanked by two Se Nè enchantresses who wielded hell whips, driving away all who stood in their way.
Under the tight protection of her guards and defenders, she was advancing steadily, intending to break through Ji Ma’s flank within the dense forest.
But the Chariot King’s pace began to slow. She was wary of Ji Ma.
Ji Ma remained calm and composed; it was obvious the Chariot King should know that she could summon brave warriors, though it was unclear whether the Chariot King was fully aware of this.
Ji Ma watched her, sensing the arrogance and desire swelling within her heart.
An idea struck Ji Ma. She jumped down from the floating disc and ordered her soldiers to place her battle flag atop a tree, declaring her arrival.
She gambled that the Chariot King, overwhelmed by her own arrogance, would not give up the chance to kill her.
This act provoked the enemy’s desire to attack, as the Se Nè cavalry charged recklessly into the troops in the forest, their efforts yielding no results after several attempts.
A swarm of bloodthirsty Se Nè enchantresses charged in, dense and overwhelming. Ji Ma summoned the Divine Fire Demon, finally allowing it to roll through the crowded enemy lines before them, unleashing torrents of flame.
The Divine Fire Demon spat fire five times, killing or injuring three to four hundred enemy troops and nearly igniting the forest. Many charred corpses lay in the blackened underbrush, repelling two waves of assault.
Yet, at the same time, the enemy’s offense changed. Under the scorching magical fire, they no longer crowded together but advanced in groups to engage in fierce combat.
Ji Ma’s infantry was already exhausted; the military flags of the hundred-man squads were falling one by one, hardly able to repel yet another attack. Many regiments now only had thirty or so soldiers, scattered and thin.
The Chariot King had yet to launch an attack. Ji Ma turned back to glance at her wings and let out a self-mocking smile.
The enemy wasn’t weak either; they hadn’t let arrogance cloud their judgment. With intelligence far surpassing that of the Blood God, they were aware that Ji Ma had wings and that jumping down from the floating disc meant she was not really jumping anywhere.
It seemed she was about to lose; her trump cards were all used up.
Ji Ma felt a sense of regret. She could fly above the Chariot King and take George and Ilulu to safety, but under the tight protection of the defenders and guards, it was destined to be futile. She didn’t want to expose herself to the risk of dying; after all, she hadn’t enjoyed enough of life yet.
Turning back, she shouted, “Bi Chi! Bi Chi!”
“Wang? What’s the matter?” “Yes.” Bi Chi, the demon advisor, flew up to the tree tops on his floating disc. He was a small demon, standing on tiptoe, struggling to pull down the flag, flying towards Ji Ma, waiting for her next command.
To her surprise, the words “retreat” were difficult to utter.
Was she really going to escape?
Though victory and defeat were common in warfare, retreating meant that in future battles, she would be unable to lead a legion, unable to kill that pretty boy Marus and exact her vengeance.
It also implied that though she wore a crown, she had a name of a king without the essence of a king.
Ji Ma realized she was always re-examining herself. She said: “Wait.”
Looking at her remaining magical power of 42%, as the Chosen of the King of Change, she had various methods to recover her magic. It was incredibly useful.
“Come forth, Bald Qiang.”
Amid the cheers for “Bamboo Gun,” Bald Qiang, with a blood mark on his backside, jumped out, remaining composed, possibly temporarily.
Ji Ma threw the “Bamboo Gun” to Bald Qiang, closed her eyes, and stretched her wings, transforming into a six-meter giant.
She switched to Bald Qiang’s perspective, feeling the thirst for blood, hand-to-hand combat, and victory.
Bald Qiang transformed the “Bamboo Gun” into a beheading sword and slashed twice, severing two bloodied wings that fell to the ground.
Blood seeped through Ji Ma’s back, but the wound healed automatically.
Ji Ma opened her eyes, her expression unchanged.
It was strange; normally, it was difficult and painful to cut a wound in the palm with a sharp blade.
But now, she felt little pain and instead was filled with a desire to fight after severing her escape route.
Alright, it wasn’t entirely cutting off her escape because she could still force her way into a dream and escape directly.
In the distance, the Chariot King’s laughter rang out, like silver bells, as all three pairs of her breasts jiggled.
She commanded all the troops around her to charge, and they almost immediately surged forward. A few skinned beast chariots that had escaped their entrapment circled around her, heading towards Ji Ma’s position.
The Se Nè soldiers charged on their Se Nè warhorses in cooperation.
The defenders also charged in unison. She leaned forward, her steps graceful, but when you stood on the quivering humanoid beings and watched the naïve humanoid beings charge at you, no one could suppress the fear in their hearts.
This was the most terrifying charge of the battle.
All the enemy infantry that hadn’t been able to retreat were turned into pulp in this wave of assault.
Ji Ma chose to believe in herself and George. Since he could tear her almost naked body in the bedroom, perhaps he could directly stab the Chariot King to death in one moment.
If she succeeded, she would love to say, “Why go through all that flair? Just charge ahead from the start.”
But Ji Ma also didn’t underestimate the guardians and the multitude of foragers; they were no pushovers; they were not mere fodder.
When the Chariot King was a hundred meters away, Ji Ma began to use the Dragon Descending technique, calling upon the Fourth Dog Head of Ounia.
George fell from the sky, supporting himself with one hand, while Yves-like butterflies floated gently down to the branches. Seeing the Se Nè fanatics charging alongside, naturally, one of them being an elf, she got furious and drew her bow, shooting a deep blue arrow.
At this moment, the Chariot King was only five meters away from Ji Ma.
Very close. With their speed, they could dash into their formation within seconds, even with trees acting as obstacles.
George held the holy sword, patiently waiting.
Ji Ma had previously conferred with him to wait for the Chariot King and her beloved to crash into the formation and take advantage of the disarray to ambush and kill each other.
Suddenly, the Chariot King hit the brakes hard, the wheels sinking deep into the ground, and the cavalry behind her, unable to stop in time, crashed into the halted wheels.
“What happened?”
Before Ji Ma could react, trees snapped, and the skinned beast chariot rolled in, crashing into the lines, limbs flying, getting stuck in the formation. Subsequently, Se Nè warhorses carrying foragers surged into the formation, immediately tearing several holes in their thin lines.
The four-armed guardians burst in, twirling their four arms and leaping gracefully. The severed bodies died in ecstasy.
Simultaneously, a crack appeared due to the chants of the Se Nè fanatics.
Amidst the chaos, Ji Ma’s feet touched the ground. She couldn’t see the battlefield clearly and didn’t know what was happening.
“She escaped!” George shouted. “Pursue!”
Without waiting for Ji Ma to react, he leapt into the air, his light wings spreading, flying over people’s heads.
Ji Ma couldn’t catch up. She commanded Bald Qiang to join her. Bald Qiang roared loudly, leaping up and kicking a tree trunk in half, just like stones thrown from a catapult flying out.
The guardians immediately leapt up, several meters high, like ballet dancers in mid-air, blocking Bald Qiang and knocking him down. Bald Qiang landed on the ground, where countless seekers attacked him from all directions, dragging at his feet.
The guardians also didn’t linger in battle; they turned and ran, chasing after George flying in the sky.
The Chariot King stopped two hundred meters away.
Ji Ma was sure she was being mocked. She must have sensed her little flaw, but why had she suddenly regained her clarity after being influenced by arrogance?
All she could see was George like a white meteor, flashing as he rushed before the Chariot King.
Ji Ma worried that George would flicker away like a meteor, shouting: “No!”
Then came the sword light, bright and scorching.
Ji Ma widened her golden eyes, trying to see what had happened.
The giant dog guardians blocked her line of sight, and they were encircling George, who had come alone, being attacked by some cavalry.
Below were the cries of her own soldiers in agony, but Ji Ma didn’t care at all. She exerted herself to wave Bald Qiang, urging him to break through the encirclement and assist George.
A sense of dread washed over her.
From atop the trees, Yves called out, “Ji Ma, be careful—”
A fragrant scent seeped into Ji Ma’s nostrils and skin; her vision blurred, and she struggled to resist, seeing Yves’s dazed eyes, stuck and unmoving.
Ji Ma could feel a kind of gentleness behind her.
How to describe it?
Like the sun shining on her back, warm and tickling all over.
Her joy surged within her heart, memories of various delights flooded her mind—moist skin, sweat-drenched silver hair, waves of emotion swelling as George’s face drew near and his voice called her name in her ear.
Ji Ma could not resist, lost in this moment of pleasure.
She struggled, like a frog falling into lukewarm water, but the warm water rose up, ready to drown her.
Finally, she barely managed to stretch her head out from the warm water, gasping for breath, shouting the Blood God’s curse, actively connecting with the Blood God through Bald Qiang.
A surge of anger flooded her heart; Ji Ma closed her left eye tightly, struggling to regain her consciousness and see what lay before her.
A soft and gentle hand caressed her chest, a soft sensation from behind; this touch was indescribable, almost exactly like her mother’s—gently leaning against her ample chest—and she had experienced it before—almost exactly—the sensation of a tongue gently licking her ear.
Even Ji Ma couldn’t help but shudder.
She asked, “Se Nè?”
“Smart child.” A mischievous hand stroked Ji Ma’s cheek, the curling mustache trembling lightly, constantly gliding across her skin, bringing the most delightful sensations with each pass, “You really are my most beloved child.”
The Se Nè spoke, “Let me satisfy you. Don’t worry, child; I won’t kill you.”
Then Ji Ma felt the Se Nè’s tongue in her mind, it was not painful at all, like a gentle mother caressing the back of her head, the tongue seeking out and stroking her memories.
Ji Ma accepted the Blood God’s power, seeking to counter the Se Nè.
“Useless.” The Se Nè’s voice echoed in her heart, lightly laughing, “I see your darkest, most secret desires. Do you want them?”
It was the standard process of Se Nè’s temptation.
Ji Ma’s remaining rationality shouted, “No!”
But her desires shouted, “Hurry up!”
Though Ji Ma wished to destroy the being, she realized her darkest and most hidden desires.
