Chapter 562: The Battle
Chapter 562: The Battle
Chen Bitong glanced at Chen Chuan for a moment, then nodded slightly. Without saying much, his expression turned solemn as he gestured towards their surroundings, "Captain Chen, have you noticed these?"
Chen Chuan's gaze fell, and as he looked closer, he realized these creatures were not human but some sort of genetically modified organisms. From a distance, they had seemed peculiar, and now, upon closer inspection, he discovered they were roughly the size of apes, hairless, and covered in thick cocoons, giving them a resilient appearance. Their eyes were narrow, and their mouths protruded outward with sharp teeth for tearing and biting.
"These creatures are called 'White Plague,'" Chen Bitong explained, "a biological weapon frequently used by the Former Imperial Court. Their armies always bring these creatures wherever they go. On the front lines, we often encountered them. They don't pose a significant threat to us, but there are some things we need to pay extra attention to..."
Chen Chuan, after hearing his explanation, realized that these modified creatures were developed by the Former Imperial Court to adapt to new war scenarios. They typically accompany large armies, filling trenches or carrying explosives to blow up armored vehicles.
However, the most disgusting part is that these creatures carry a type of bacteria. Once they infiltrate the rear, it could cause a large-scale infectious epidemic, so we can't let a single one slip through.
At this moment, Chen Bitong looked outside and said, "Captain Chen, they're coming again."
Chen Chuan walked a few steps towards the rift and peered through it. He saw these modified creatures rushing out of the mist, approaching the hilltop from various directions. Their limbs were agile and powerful, making them incredibly nimble on the mountain path, and the entire process was carried out without making a sound.
He scanned the area with a glance and spotted over ten White Plague creatures with swollen abdomens. These creatures had an abdominal pouch, typically used to carry explosives.
These high-explosive substances could blow up armored vehicles, and a close-range blast was no joke. He immediately reached into his pocket and grabbed a handful of stones.
However, before he could act, Chen Bitong suddenly threw his spear, instantly traversing over a hundred meters and impaling one of the White Plague creatures on the ground. He then swiftly threw several more spears, intercepting all the White Plague creatures carrying explosives without fail.
Chen Chuan relaxed his grip and drew his sword, walking to the edge of the rift. At this moment, several creatures had already reached the front, leaping towards the interior. Seeing this, he spun around.
A curved flash of light sliced through the air, splitting several White Plague creatures in two. A large amount of blood with a putrid odor splattered downward, leaving corrosive traces on the ground.
However, these modified creatures never showed fear, and more continued to surge forward.
These creatures excelled in agility and speed, and their numbers were significant. On the battlefield, a moment of negligence could result in a breach. But for Chen Chuan, they were far from a challenge. A flash of his sword light affected a large area, and within a few breaths, he had slaughtered all the creatures that had rushed forward.
However, these creatures were essentially disposable, and the enemy seemed to have no intention of conserving them. After the first wave, another wave surged forward, still including several creatures carrying high-explosive substances.
Chen Bitong would take care of these with his throwing skills, so there was no need to worry.
Using psychic power to eliminate them was the most convenient method, fundamentally denying them the chance to approach. However, using it on these creatures was not cost-effective, as recovering psychic power took longer. They needed to conserve their strength for the subsequent attacks.
Physical exhaustion was a secondary concern. With their resilience, they could endure days and nights of high-intensity combat without issue. The Spider Mother's breeding wouldn't last that long, and before long, reinforcements would arrive from the rear, setting up an interception position at the rift.
Their task was to hold off the enemy's offensive during this period.
After about ten minutes, having continuously slaughtered over ten waves of attacks, the creatures finally stopped coming.
At this moment, the mountain path and the area above the rift were filled with a nauseating bloody smell and an unpleasant odor. The swarms of insects and small creatures that once filled this area were now nowhere to be seen.
Chen Bitong's expression remained solemn and vigilant. He reminded Chen Chuan, "Captain Chen, they were probably trying to assess our strengths and weaknesses. There will definitely be skilled fighters coming soon, so be prepared."
"That's perfect," Chen Chuan replied.
He wasn't afraid of facing human opponents. In his view, all the enemies he faced were fuel for his mental advancement.
In reality, after his battle with Chen Bitong, he had pushed his psychic power to a whole new level, far surpassing his previous improvements. So, he eagerly anticipated the strong fighters from the enemy, hoping they could help him reach even greater heights.
At the same time, in the military camp below, a general wearing exquisite armor and a helmet ornament rode on horseback, discussing something with his deputy general as they looked upwards.
Surrounding them were over a dozen Devoted Guards and hundreds of elite soldiers, along with seven or eight military advisors. The trusted Standard Bearer, mounted on a horse, stood proudly to the side, holding a ceremonial flag that fluttered in the wind.
They were currently discussing how to retake the rift.
If it weren't for the fact that the high ground ahead was the most suitable location for opening the rift, they wouldn't have chosen this place, as it would only bring trouble upon themselves.
And indeed, they encountered a situation.
But now that they knew the path behind led to the interior of the Central City, they couldn't give up.
Although the mist made it difficult to see the details, from the previous attacks and the recent probing attempts by the White Plague, they had confirmed that only two individuals' martial prowess was worth considering.
The Jinbei Province Central City was currently mired in difficulty, with constant updates from the city reaching them. They believed that the city could only spare two individuals of near-fighter caliber to guard this location, which was already a stretch, and there likely wouldn't be any additional reinforcements in the short term.
In other words, eliminating these two individuals would essentially open the door to the interior of the Central City.
In the previous assault, neither the Siege Warriors nor the Devoted Guards had succeeded, indicating the formidable strength of the enemy. This time, the deputy general decided to lead the charge personally.
After the discussion, the deputy general rode out, and with a wave of his hand, three of his attendants rushed past and charged towards the mountain ahead.
Several minutes later, Chen Chuan, standing at the forefront of the rift, sensed something and took a look outside. Through the mist, he could vaguely see two figures appearing on the mountain path.
The two individuals weren't wearing armor but were dressed in the attire of the Old Era, with black garments underneath and tight-sleeved, collared short jackets on top. One had a red silk sash tied around their waist, while the other wore a jade-studded headband, both looking exceptionally neat.
On the left was a woman holding a pair of tasselled long swords, with a delicate-looking face. On the right was a man in his thirties, wielding a silver-plated spear.
However, Chen Bitong sensed that there should be a third person here, hiding in the shadows, temporarily out of sight.
Chen Bitong walked over and said, "This is the attire of a General's Attendant. These individuals are usually descendants of convicted officials, subjected to rigorous and cruel training from a young age. Only by making achievements can they atone for their ancestors' crimes. If they make significant contributions, sometimes their entire clan may be pardoned. Therefore, their fighting will is exceptionally strong. The presence of these individuals indicates that our opponent is at least an Auxiliary General."
Although this was the lowest rank among generals, those who held this position were fighters capable of manipulating external forces with their minds. But we must be cautious. If they fight without restraint, unlike me, they may not hold back."
At this moment, Chen Chuan suddenly had a question. He said, "Teacher Chen, I recall that most of the territories of the Former Imperial Court were in the Convergence Zone. If 'Purity' is in the World Ring, where do their fighters come from?"
Chen Bitong replied, "They have connections with the beings across the rift and believe in something that allows them to obtain 'Purity' and bypass this restriction through certain rituals and methods.
As far as I know, many corporations secretly support the Former Imperial Court, providing them with the resources they need. Some nations also engage in private exchanges with them to facilitate the cultivation of their own fighters, and in return, they receive technological and resource rewards.
The Former Imperial Court has managed to survive until now, and the overthrown former empires in various countries still exist across the rift due to the support of these people. Some individuals need them to continue existing."
Chen Chuan immediately understood. At this moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves from the mist below. The sound indicated that the horse was galloping on the mountain path as if it were flat ground, and the rider seemed to be accelerating, exuding a sense of intimidation. Despite approaching from below, it gave an unstoppable feeling.
Chen Bitong spoke solemnly, "They're coming."
Before the rider appeared, the two attendants who had arrived earlier gritted their teeth. One after the other, they rushed into the rift.
Leading the charge was the delicate-looking woman, who drew her dual sabers with a clatter. After entering the rift, she saw Chen Bitong and Chen Chuan. With a flash of her blades, she stood before Chen Chuan, ready to strike.
Chen Chuan's gaze remained calm as he reached out and grabbed the sword handles, but he didn't move. Just as the blades were about to fall upon him, he suddenly lifted his eyes, and a bright flash of light swept across. The woman was instantly severed, along with her swords.
The other man, holding a long spear, had also charged out by this time. He seemed to be unaffected by his comrade's death and took advantage of the moment when Chen Chuan swung his sword to thrust his spear forward.
However, Chen Chuan sidestepped forward, and as the long sword was about to slash his neck, a thin sword suddenly thrust out from the darkness, aiming straight for his eyes.
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