Chapter 84 The Dreamwalking Legion, reporting for duty!
"Pfft!" Blood splattered, hot wolf blood spilling onto the snow, emitting wisps of white steam.
The battlefield presented an extremely eerie and hair-raising scene.
The Beast Race's Shadow Blade Panther Cavalry, an ace unit that had once struck terror into countless Human Race armies on the northern front, was currently facing a one-sided slaughter.
And those doing the slaughtering were a group of... green recruits, eyes closed, mumbling in their sleep.
"Don't run! That's my points! That's my braised pork!"
Lei Bao had his eyes closed, his alloy war blade dancing in a dense, impenetrable flurry. He was completely immersed in last night's nightmare of "killing his way through a street to snatch the only steamed bun." In his subconscious, the snarling black panther before him was the squad leader from the next class who had stolen his bun.
"Die! Everyone, die!"
Lei Bao roared, actually bracing himself against the panther's charge, slamming headfirst into its chest, and then biting down on the panther's neck.
"Snap!" Ripped apart alive!
The panther shrieked as its carotid artery was severed, blood spraying all over Lei Bao's face. But he stuck out his tongue and licked it, revealing a ferocious yet satisfied smile: "This bun... is so juicy."
"Lunatics... these humans are all lunatics!"
A Beast Race cavalryman watched as his mount was bitten to death by a person, terrified out of his wits. He swung his blade at the recruit, only to find the opponent acting like a roly-poly toy; the recruit's body twisted at an unnatural, anti-joint angle, not only dodging the blade but also casually plunging the dagger in his hand into the cavalryman's heart.
"The tenth... only ninety more to pass..."
The recruit pulled out the dagger, mumbled expressionlessly, and turned to pounce on the next target.
On the other side of the battlefield, the scene was even more bizarre.
"This piece of meat is too tough, no, it needs to be trimmed."
Little Fatty Chen held two boning knives he had swiped from the cafeteria, circling a massive Demonic Beast bull.
In his dream, he was a five-star chef processing a piece of top-tier ingredients that had just arrived.
"This is the lymph node, must be removed." Swish! With one stroke, the bull's neck was precisely sliced open.
"This is the tenderloin, the most tender part." Swish! Another stroke, piercing the vital spot. The bull let out a miserable moo and collapsed with a crash.
"Heat the wok and oil! Get the green onions, ginger, and garlic ready!"
Little Fatty Chen roared, actually pulling a handful of chili powder from his backpack and sprinkling it over the bull's still-twitching corpse.
This scene made Lei Heng's scalp tingle on the city wall; he even snapped his pipe in two.
"Is... is this the troop he trained?"
Lei Heng pointed at the group of recruits below, who looked like demons released from their cages, his voice trembling. "The hell are these recruits? They're a bunch of killing machines that escaped from an asylum!"
He was a veteran of countless battles and had seen numerous tactics. There were formation advances, guerrilla harassment, and saturation fire. But he had never seen this—the "Sleepwalking Mad Dog" tactic!
It had absolutely no structure, completely disregarded defense, and relied only on the purest instinct for slaughter and the extreme fear of "being punished upon waking up."
"Regiment Commander Lei, calm down."
Jiang Chen sat on the battlement, holding a megaphone, while his other hand fiddled with the newly captured demon core.
"This is called unleashing one's nature. Everyone has a beast living inside them; I just helped them open the cage."
Jiang Chen said lazily into the megaphone:
"The one on the left flank with the axe, you missed, that's two points deducted."
"The one in the middle wearing red underpants, stop grinning like an idiot; there's a wolf behind you about to rip your asshole out."
"And you... stop gnawing on that panther leg! It's raw! It has parasites! If you want to eat it, go back and have Little Fatty stew it for you!"
On the battlefield, the recruit who had been gnawing on the leg shuddered, quickly spat out the fur in his mouth, backhanded a blade to chop off the panther's head, and cried out aggrievedly: "Instructor, I was wrong! I won't eat it!"
Lei Heng: "..."
He looked at the recruits below, who were disciplined and moved like an extension of his own arm, then looked at Jiang Chen above, who seemed to be playing a real-time strategy game, and suddenly felt that this world was very strange.
[Ding! Your "Sleepwalking Legion" has routed the enemy vanguard.]
[Obtained Campaign EXP: 50000.]
[Obtained Title: Nightmare Commander.]
[Evaluation: Although the methods were a bit dirty, it must be said that this spirit of "as long as I don't wake up, no one can defeat me" fits the tenet of "Supreme Nightmare" perfectly.]
Half an hour later. The battle was over.
Of the five thousand Shadow Blade Panther Cavalry, except for a few dozen who saw the situation was bad and ran away quickly, the rest had all become corpses.
Blood stained the snowfield red, and the thick stench of blood soared into the sky.
"Wake up." Jiang Chen snapped his fingers. "Snap!"
On the battlefield, those recruits who were still maintaining their killing postures shuddered violently, like robots that had lost power, and collapsed to the ground one after another.
A few seconds later, they opened their eyes one by one.
"Blegh—!" When they saw the shura field before them, and saw their blood-covered hands and the bits of flesh in their mouths, the first thing most of them did was vomit.
"I... I killed someone?" "I really killed Demonic Beasts? And I killed so many?" "Waaaah... I think I dreamed I was eating sashimi just now..."
Although they were vomiting messily, the original naivety and fear in the depths of everyone's eyes had disappeared. Replacing it was a kind of fortitude forged through blood and fire.
They had survived. Not only had they survived, but they had also created a miracle by annihilating the Beast Race elite with zero casualties!
"We won... we won!" Someone shouted first, not knowing who. Immediately after, cheers resounded through the sky. The recruits embraced each other; even though they were covered in filth, they felt it was a badge of honor at this moment.
Jiang Chen watched this scene, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Not bad, didn't embarrass Imperial Capital Martial Arts University."
He stretched, preparing to jump off the city wall to collect some loot (for example, the fur of those black panthers, which should make nice rugs).
Suddenly. Rumble—! A slight tremor came from the ground.
The tremor was very faint, but to Jiang Chen's keen spiritual perception, it felt like some massive entity had turned over deep underground.
Immediately after, a heart-palpitating, chilling aura spread from the direction of Luohun Valley in the north.
"Hm?" Jiang Chen frowned, his gaze instantly locked onto the distance.
At the same time, Iliya, who had been hiding behind him and trying to minimize her presence, suddenly turned pale and began to tremble violently.
She gripped Jiang Chen's sleeve tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen turned back and found that this tsundere little fox had eyes full of fear.
"He... he woke up..." Iliya's voice carried a weeping tone, and her nine tails were uncontrollably bristling.
"Who?"
"Black Uncle's master... the Beast Race's... High Priest..."
Iliya pointed tremblingly at the ground, "He's also that... old monster... who has always wanted to devour my Bloodline."
Before she could finish, crack! On the distant wasteland, the ground suddenly split open into a huge chasm.
A black pillar of light shot up into the sky, piercing the clouds. Within that pillar of light, a figure wearing a black robe, gaunt and thin as a stick, could be vaguely seen slowly rising.
[Warning! S-Rank energy reaction detected!]
[Target Identification: Black Fiend Demon Venerable (Weakened State).]
[Danger Level: Extremely High!]
[System Prompt: What you sealed before was just his watchdog; now... the real owner has come knocking.]
Jiang Chen looked at the black shadow, his eyes narrowing slightly. He felt no fear; instead, he rubbed his chin and looked at Iliya thoughtfully.
"You mean... he wants to eat you?" "Mm..." Iliya nodded, eyes teary.
"Then has he ever said..." Jiang Chen pointed to his star dream emperor pillow, "that he also wants to snatch my pillow?"
Iliya: "???" At a time like this, isn't your focus a bit off?!
Jiang Chen ignored her expression, merely tightening his hold on the pillow in his arms, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
"Trying to eat my body pillow, and wanting to disturb my sleep..." "Looks like I'll have to work overtime tonight."