33: Boiling Golden Broth

"Da da da~~!"

At the foot of Sentry Mountain, the Bozi Youning were firing relentlessly toward the peak. The Magic Empire soldiers on the mountain were suppressed so heavily they didn't even dare to raise their heads, forced to resort to the most primitive methods.

Countless rolling stones were thrown down from the mountain, hurtling down the mountain path. Quite a few Bozi Youning became the 'lucky ones'—their necks were truly smashed and broken, dying as dead as could be.

"Pfft! What the hell is this? Modern weapons still can't take down a mountain stronghold!" Back at the base, Wei He saw this scene and spat a mouthful of water all over his keyboard.

On the base's large screen, Wei He saw that these Magic Empire soldiers were not only throwing stones but had also set up two large cauldrons in the courtyard, boiling something.

"As expected of a regular army, they don't forget to cook even during a battle, and their actions are coordinated and orderly. Unfortunately, this is a game of technological crushing now. You're finished!" Wei He picked up the mouse, found Huang Yichen on the screen, selected him, and clicked directly on the location of Sentry Mountain.

"By your command, Lord Commander!" Having received the order, Huang Yichen flew directly into the sky and headed toward Sentry Mountain.

The Bozi Youning found a spot at the foot of the mountain to take cover. They had attempted several charges but were knocked back by the rolling stones. Although the Bozi Youning were fearless in the face of death, the cost was too high. For a group of ordinary soldiers, it simply wasn't worth sacrificing Bozi Youning. Wei He ordered the Bozi Youning to stay below to prevent the Magic Empire soldiers from escaping or receiving reinforcements.

Huang Yichen was now a World-Shocking Level Ability User, possessing enough energy to fly through the air. It took him less than half an hour to rush from Nanshan Town to Sentry Mountain.

Huang Yichen hovered in the air above the Magic Empire soldiers, causing a commotion among the people below.

"Is it Lord Carlos, the High-level Magician? He's come to help us!" an old soldier with a graying beard said with teary eyes. After all, they felt truly desperate facing modern soldiers and weapons.

"You're getting senile; looking at the outfit, he's not from the Magic Empire!" Ba Meng was the leader of this group of soldiers. The man flying in the air stood against the sunlight, making it very dazzling. Although he couldn't see the face, he could determine just by the clothing that it was definitely not Lord Carlos.

"What should we do? Who are you? Why have you come here?" Everyone trembled with fear at this sight, and one person summoned the courage to question Huang Yichen.

Everyone on the God-Enlightenment Continent knew that someone capable of flying in the air possessed at least the strength of a High-level Magician. With such power, taking down a small outpost like Sentry Mountain would be effortless.

"Hmph!" Huang Yichen didn't say a word. He had nothing to say to these ants because, in his eyes, these people were already corpses.

Ba Meng looked at Huang Yichen, and realizing something was wrong, he immediately ordered: "Run! Open the gates quickly!"

"We can't! There's an ambush at the foot of the mountain!" a soldier in his teens nearby reminded him anxiously, his innocent eyes wide with fear.

"Go down, quickly!" Ba Meng knew everyone would die today; he was merely clinging to a sliver of hope. After all, being hunted by someone at the level of a High-level Magician made no difference whether one was on the mountain or below it.

Just then, the ground beneath the two large cauldrons in the courtyard rose straight up, carrying the two cauldrons into mid-air and creating two square earthen pillars in the courtyard.

Huang Yichen looked at the large cauldrons beside him from the air. The firewood beneath the cauldrons was still burning fiercely. He glanced at what was boiling inside and covered his nose with a look of disgust. As it turned out, the cauldrons were boiling 'golden juice'—liquid excrement.

A chill appeared in Huang Yichen's eyes. In his anger, he kicked one of the cauldrons in mid-air, sending it flying. The cauldron, along with the boiling golden juice, leapt down from the earthen pillar.

The scalding golden juice splashed onto the soldiers fleeing in panic. For a moment, the entire mountain stronghold was filled with pig-like howls of agony.

"Hmph hmph!" With a wicked sense of humor, Huang Yichen kicked the other cauldron down as well, causing another wave of wailing throughout the stronghold.

Hearing such a large commotion, the Bozi Youning blocked the mountain path below the stronghold. As soon as the ordinary soldiers of Sentry Mountain stepped out of the stronghold entrance, they were riddled with bullets from the ppsh-41 submachine guns, their bodies slowly sliding down the mountain path.

Soon, the more than three hundred ordinary soldiers were turned into over three hundred corpses under the joint slaughter of the Bozi Youning and Huang Yichen.

After resolving all this, Huang Yichen followed Wei He's orders and went near the Nuclear Power Plant, waiting quietly.

The remaining Bozi Youning continued to advance toward Sentry Bridge.

There were two soldiers guarding each end of Sentry Bridge. Ever since Riquan City was destroyed by Carlos, very few people had come here; it could be described as sparsely populated.

Bimeng and Trey had been partners on the bridge for several months. This leisurely job allowed them to lean lazily against the bridge railings, chatting happily.

"Look over there, what is that?" While chatting, Bimeng pointed toward Sentry Mountain and spoke with confusion.

"What? There's nothing. Don't be so jumpy and scare yourself!" Trey had been here for months and hadn't seen a single person, instinctively thinking Bimeng was just acting up again.

"No, look, there really are people!" Bimeng said firmly.

"It's probably some wild beast or something, hahaha! Look at your courage—it's smaller than a kitten's!" Trey looked dismissively in the direction Bimeng was pointing.

In the wild grass at the foot of the mountain, which was taller than a person, the stalks were rustling as they were struck, vibrating within the airtight meadow. Something flashed by, leaving only the tips of the grass swaying violently.

Suddenly, a person wearing a red coat and holding a ppsh-41 submachine gun stepped out from the wild grass, followed by a second, a third... "Ah, ah, ah!" Seeing this scene, Trey was too terrified to speak. He had heard of this outfit before when he was at Phoenix Mountain; they were all demons who killed without blinking.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Bimeng was also dazed at this moment, asking repeatedly.

"I heard that people killed by them are full of holes. Drop your weapons, I don't want to die!" After saying this, Trey threw his long spear away. Seeing this, Bimeng also threw his spear away.

While they were talking, the Bozi Youning had already arrived in front of them. Wei He saw these two people on the screen, trembling with their hands raised, their faces full of bitterness and pleading. He found it amusing, so he didn't let the Bozi Youning make a move.

The soldiers at the other end of Sentry Bridge saw the situation and came rushing over, waving their long spears.

"Demons, I recognize you! Give me your lives!" The two reckless soldiers had only run halfway when they were targeted by the Bozi Youning' concentrated fire. Their bodies collapsed onto the bridge like piles of rotten meat.

"Don't kill me, I haven't done anything bad!" After the gunshots, Bimeng and Trey were already kneeling on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha, which unit are you from? Riquan City is destroyed, so where do your supplies come from?" the Bozi Youning asked under Wei He's command.

"We are soldiers from Phoenix Mountain. After Riquan City was gone, this place fell under the jurisdiction of the Phoenix Mountain Army Formation Commander—Lord Ravich!" Trey answered with a face full of terror.

"What level of magician is he?" the Neck Twister asked. In the Magic Empire, those who became military officials were all magicians.

"Lord Ravich is an Intermediate Magician, a young magician second only to the late General Charlie!" Bimeng blurted out.

"If they're both Intermediate Magicians, how come Charlie was a General while Ravich is only an Army Formation Commander?"