Chapter Eighty-Eight: Blindness (4500)
The copper bull knight officer dismounted from his bull, stepping over the corpses of beastmen, grabbing the branch axe spear stuck in the ground, and raised it to cheer for Ji Ma.
Beside him, the Blood God’s war altar was crushing a large horned beast, beheading it for sacrifice, the blood fog spreading, healing all nearby allies.
The branch axe spear sensed the blood energy on its holder; his violence made it excited to the point of burning with fervor, its blade shining brightly.
The copper bull knight officer was filled with a bloodlust, raising the branch axe spear, calling on his subordinates to abandon the slaughter of the weak and to join him in obeying the king’s command to crush the heads of the chosen ones.
“Such greed, inherently greedy, wanting to devour all enemies in one bite, leaving no one alive.”
The Grand Knight Commander, Elena, couldn’t help but comment.
She was watching the battle from a distant slope, having not missed a moment of the fight. The three armies of demons were being systematically annihilated before her eyes.
It was simply a massacre.
Cultists, demons, and beastmen, like sheep, were herded together, trampling and slaughtering each other, then driven into the river. Layer upon layer, those who fell into the water had not even sunk before being trampled to the riverbed.
Those meant to drown clutched desperately to the legs of those above them, sinking together. The casualties from mutual slaughter were greater than those who died at the hands of Ji Ma’s forces.
Even so.
Having created such a massacre, she still wasn’t satisfied; she wanted to annihilate the enemy completely, to extinguish any hope they had around them, leaving no one to escape.
On the riverside battlefield of the Karka River, another shining light manifested, falling into the dense mass of people. The demon army fled in all directions, and the demons lost their courage, unable to maintain their mortal forms, turning to ashes and disappearing.
The mortals suffered far worse, dragging their burned bodies, covering their blinded eyes, desperately fleeing to what they believed to be safe places.
However, Ji Ma had blocked all paths; behind them was only a river filled with the dead and dying, and on the opposite bank were thousands of seductive cavalry.
The Blood God demon warriors brandished their double axes, tightening the noose around everyone’s necks.
The survivors usually collided with them, having no strength to resist, and met their gruesome fate of being hacked to death and diced.
“Too… too cruel.”
Grand Knight Commander Elena turned her head to look at John, who had called for reinforcements and been promoted to a formal hell knight.
Having experienced the siege and breakout battle of Tarabek City, he had seen the methods of the demon armies, and logically, he shouldn’t have felt sorry for those demons.
“I… I…” John stammered, “I can’t help it, even though they’re enemies, they have no power to fight back at all.”
Grand Knight Commander Elena, unusually, did not condemn this knight for his lack of resolve. She said:
“We don’t need to lash out this time.”
John sighed in relief.
Grand Knight Commander Elena gazed at the distant battlefield above, Ji Ma’s silhouette, murmuring:
“But we must recognize that it’s because of the demon lord Ji Ma, because of her commanding ability.”
The fiery light continued to perform Brownian motion, moving randomly towards the depths of the demon army, selecting lucky ones to be burned to death.
But under that searing light, nearly a hundred chosen ones formed a scattered formation, bursting out of the radiance. They emitted green smoke, slaughtering any who stood in their way, regardless of friend or foe, blood splattering on armor stained with demonic essence, instantly boiling and evaporating.
Not a single chosen one died beneath the searing light. Instead, the fiery light helped them burst through the “friendly” encirclement.
At that moment, sixteen copper bull knights and all twenty-four grotesque shapes had assembled, along with some seductive cavalry—not all seductive cavalry had circled around.
The leading copper bull knight raised the “branch axe spear” and roared: “For the great king!”
Leading the charge towards the spear-wielding chosen ones.
The chosen centurion raised the military flag, proudly shouting: “For the king of kings.”
The chosen ones immediately gathered together, forming a tight square formation. The seductive cavalry circled to the back, charging first, their bright red longspears falling, cleaving the charging seductive warhorses in two, breaking the riders apart.
A unit of seductive cavalry evaporated in front of the steel wall of the chosen ones at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The copper bull knights and grotesques crashed in but found themselves unable to move an inch. The bodies of the chosen were heavy, almost unshakeable; they stood resolutely, determined, and even if their spears pierced through a rider’s chest, they would still throw him off.
Grotesques fell amongst the forest of longspears. Even the Blood God War Forum made of steel was split apart under the onslaught of the spears, sparks flying, steel denting and breaking, ultimately being shattered.
The copper bull knights had no choice but to retreat; from the original sixteen, only seven remained. The copper bull knight officer clutched the branch axe spear tightly; he had lost one hand, and his bull had lost a leg, he tumbled off, dead. The only thing he could do was fight to bring Ji Ma’s weapon out.
The grotesques had suffered losses as well, now only twelve remained.
The chosen ones, however, still had seventy able to fight, all of them bearing injuries, but their morale was high.
The chosen centurion shouted: “Long live the king of kings!”
The observing John remarked: “The chosen are truly terrifying; they are about to escape.”
If the demon lord Ji Ma gathered her full strength, the chosen wouldn’t escape death. But this would undoubtedly create a gap in the front lines.
“Not a chance.” Grand Knight Commander Elena said: “She is very greedy and very powerful.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a beam of white light descended from the heavens; although it was distant and its source was unclear, the luminous wings emitting light pollution reminded everyone of its identity.
A hero, a hero?!
From the very beginning of the saintess’s appearance, one should have expected the soldiers.
That beam of light pollution surged forward along with a group of scantily-clad seductive female demons, charging towards the chosen ones.
John could hardly believe his eyes, watching as Hero George fought alongside the seductive female demons.
The assembled copper bull knights and grotesques united again to charge. Under such immense pressure, the chosen suddenly turned against each other, attacking one another.
Ji Ma gently stroked her heated left eye, watching the purple fade away.
The blessings of the seduction had drained a considerable amount of divine grace; for her, it enchanted nearly forty chosen ones to serve her.
The proud chosen ones immediately suffered devastating blows, leaving only a little over thirty, helplessly overwhelmed, drowned.
Almost no one could stop Ji Ma from greedily devouring this army.
Almost…
In this hell on earth, only the filthy demon army remained united.
The filthy spirits were terrified; they realized they could not return to the demon realm, which meant they couldn’t return to the embrace of the Father. A third-tier chosen one had cut off the demons’ path back to the demon realm with a furious wind.
They trembled in fear, stumbling and fleeing among the corpses.
The Filth Bringer opened its arms to them:
“Children, come to Grandfather.”
The filthy spirits crawled up the body of the Filth Bringer or entered through the wide mouth that split open on his belly.
While Ji Ma was summoning elite forces to encircle the chosen.
The Filth Bringer commanded the powerful individuals within the filthy demon army to huddle together, sharing the blessings of filth. Swarms of flies surrounded them, protecting them, while plagues proliferated, healing their wounds while simultaneously decomposing the bodies of all enemies. Like an invisible plague fire, it burned and seared the enemy.
It became a piece of rancid meat that couldn’t be chewed, while leaning against the river; Ji Ma’s army couldn’t devour it.
Under the benevolence of the Filth Bringer, the morale of the filthy demon army stabilized, fighting a desperate battle. The Blood God demon warriors launched several attacks, all of which were repelled.
This was within Ji Ma’s expectations.
The filthy demon army moved slowly, had little armor, but possessed tenacious vitality, and could gradually devour the enemy due to their pervasive plague.
To break through, it was simple; powerful battlefield spells were needed.
“Have you rested enough, dear?” Ji Ma patted Jenna’s shoulder. “Would you like something to drink?”
“I… I can do it.”
Jenna’s complexion was pale, drenched in cold sweat. She struggled to use her will to tame the magical wind flowing into her body.
“Someone told me that casting a battlefield spell is like giving birth.”
Like giving birth. Ji Ma produced a bottle of drink: “Drink up; I’ve prepared this for you, it will do you good. For the world, for all humanity—ah, no, not just humanity, for all civilized races…”
“Okay, thanks.” Jenna gritted her teeth, took Ji Ma’s drink, poured it into her mouth, nearly retching but swallowing it down, asking: “What is this?”
“It’s made with cola, a drink named after Terra,” Ji Ma replied. Now cola is very precious; she said, “Sorry, I couldn’t find any other unpleasant drinks; I thought cola might taste good…”
“Ha.” Jenna managed to exhale, “It’s okay, Ji Ma, it’s my problem; thanks for your drink, I feel much better now and can prepare to give birth to another child at any moment.”
Saying this, she forced a smile at Ji Ma.
The floating tray approached the huddled filthy demon army. The rotting fly riders rushed up, ready to throw severed heads, but Ji Ma used her last quota of seductive charm to command them to retreat.
An indescribable stench surged forth, as overwhelming as a tsunami, filling their noses. The buzzing of flies filled their ears.
Ji Ma immediately stopped breathing but still sensed the stench, which struggled to crawl on her lips and across her tongue, forcing her to taste it.
Jenna, however, took a deep breath as if inhaling the fresh air of the early morning, and her complexion improved significantly.
Ji Ma said: “Cast the most powerful battlefield spell against the filthy demon army below; I estimate you only need to cast three.”
Below, Ji Ma’s army was gathering.
More than thirty chosen ones had been enchanted, preparing to charge first and eliminate the filthy demon army.
As long as Jenna used her holy battlefield spells to deal with the stench, they could attack.
“Okay. For the sake of all good people.”
Jenna didn’t sense much evil from the “delicious” mess below, but she trusted Ji Ma. She clasped her hands tightly around the divine emblem, the copper incense hanging from her wrist, and bowed her head in prayer: “…protect the good people, purify all evil…”
The magical wind released by the nose and tooth powder demon strategist began to assemble into shape under her will.
Feeling the gathering of magical winds, the filthy spirits hugged their grandparent’s plump flesh in fear, burrowing into his rotting intestines.
“Don’t be afraid, children.” The Filth Bringer said anxiously: “Grandfather will protect you.”
“Wait!” Little Green stood up on the Filth Bringer’s decaying antlers, pointing at Jenna on the floating tray: “That’s my sister, I told you, the kind-hearted sister.”
“Sister! Sister! It’s me! Little Green!”
Saint Jenna vaguely heard something.
Is it Little Green? Impossible, he can’t possibly be on this battlefield.
She couldn’t hear her sister; it must be the scheming of the demon king beside her. Little Green said, let’s all come out together and shout.
The filthy spirits crawled out from within the Filth Bringer, all sticky, gathering on top of the Filth Bringer, shouting:
Sister! Sister!
Saint Jenna!
It’s me! It’s me! It’s Little Green!
The innocent child’s voice echoed again and again.
Saint Jenna’s heart jolted; the magical winds around stirred. Her eyes looked below: Little Green? Is it Little Green?
Ji Ma asked: Who is Little Green?
He’s a good child, probably a war orphan. He often came to play with me, accompanying me in my darkest times. Saint Jenna said incoherently: Could it be that below, there aren’t demons?
How could it be? I only see a pile of rotting flesh and a large pestilential pig.
Although I can’t see them, I sense there are many people below, with sorrowful hearts. Ji Ma, are you deceiving me?
Jenna, George is also fighting. Even if I deceive you, would I fabricate such an obvious lie?
Could it be…
Jenna’s thoughts were in turmoil as many voices flooded her. They were so harmonious, so gentle.
She couldn’t help but recall the playful moments with Little Green. Little Green was indeed a naïve and lovely child, the one who comforted her when George wasn’t by her side and was the only one who enjoyed eating the meals she cooked.
He was the only candle in the period of despair when she first lost her sight.
Could it be that she was wrong?
The rotten and ugly exterior had always had no bearing on good or evil?
Could it be that after going blind, she could see the truth?
Clearly beside her, Ji Ma’s evil aura was stronger than anyone else’s, yet she was to eliminate the demons below.
Oh God, guide me.
A loving voice echoed in her ears.
Poor child, I’ve joined the family of great love. All life will coexist equally—
The voice came to an abrupt stop.
Jenna? Jenna? Did you hear me?
Eh?
Fortunately, I blocked the voice of the filth. Ji Ma’s voice sounded weak, saying: I don’t know what he said to you; I also don’t know how important that Little Green below is to you.
But… do you hear the buzzing sounds of the flies beside you? That’s the flies; their riders are members of the filthy demon army, holding a decaying corpse, likely from the imperial guards who fought to their deaths at Tarabek City.
I can tell you, before Tarabek City fell, many imperial citizens died defending their homes, and many imperial citizens assisted each other in suicide beneath the statue of Sigma to avoid falling into the hands of demons.
I saw many people locked up in hospitals filled with the wounded; the filthy demon army poured putrid liquid into the hospitals.
Jenna tightly shut her eyelids, taking a deep breath; the scent was so wonderful.
I understand now, thank you, Ji Ma.
The magical wind beside her began to blow fervently, and the sky rained down swirling white flames.
Sister, it’s me, Little Green!
Little Green jumped up, waving his hands vigorously, shouting.
His companions nearby ran away, only Little Green remained calling out.
In that last moment, Little Green still believed that kind sister would not have the heart to harm him or harm everyone. She just couldn’t hear.
The white light struck the Filth Bringer, illuminating Little Green, shining as bright as if on fire. Half of his body vanished, and he shouted:
Sister!
Tears streamed down the black cloth on Jenna’s round face, dripping onto the floating debris.
Then, another terrifying orb appeared, roasting and incinerating the filthy demon army below.
The horn sounded.
Attack!
Attack!
Ji Ma’s army charged forth; the Filth Bringer was furious; he actually turned around, dropping his rear towards the rushing chosen ones and forcefully defecated.
The yellowish, viscous substance spewed out like a broken fire hydrant, hitting the chosen ones.
At that moment, a strong fighter was needed.
Ji Ma glanced at the approaching George; he was fearless, courageous, and even if his opponents were the filthy demon army or the Filth Bringer, even if he had to jump into the cesspool to butterfly swim and kill, he wouldn’t hesitate or mind.
But Ji Ma did mind.
She dismissed George, stripping him of the opportunity to butterfly swim in the cesspool. She didn’t want to sleep beside George, who had bathed in sewage.
Ji Ma clapped her hands: “Come out, Strong Baldy.”
Strong Baldy emerged, expressionless.
Ji Ma raised the branch axe spear and threw it at Strong Baldy: “Right, it’s your turn.”
No!!!!!!
The branch axe spear screamed as it helplessly fell into the “cesspool.”
