43: Chapter 43 The Battle That Made the Pot Lid Army Famous

Fierce Shadow's gaze, like two blades quenched in ice, pierced through the layers of demonic energy and landed precisely at the head of the charging crimson torrent.

He recognized that reckless man leading the charge.

According to intelligence, this alien demon with the ID "Charge to the End" was the most bloodthirsty and violent one among this group of lunatics.

But so what?

In front of the supernatural powers of a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, no matter how sharp the blade, it was nothing more than a child's toy.

He didn't even raise his hand again, merely shifting his thoughts slightly.

"Hum—"

The space in front of him suddenly became viscous, and invisible barriers made of pure demonic energy emerged out of thin air, layer upon layer, like a natural chasm.

This was the simplest and most effective defense.

He wanted these ants to crash and be smashed to pieces in despair.

However, the charge of the Divine Wind Battalion did not crash head-on as he had expected.

"Disperse!"

"Charge to the End" roared in the legion channel.

The crimson torrent instantly split apart like exploding fireworks, turning into dozens of sharp squads that flanked from all directions in a trajectory that completely defied common sense.

They had no fixed formation, and everyone's positioning was tricky and bizarre, perfectly utilizing every rock and every depression.

This was muscle memory honed through countless PVPs, a fighting instinct engraved in their bones!

"Throwing squad! Demonic Breaking Sand!"

The dozen or so players charging in the front row suddenly pulled a handful of grayish-white gravel from their waists and flung it forward with all their might.

These gravels were "spell-breaking" materials that the life-skill player "Skillful Hands Mending" had led a group of people to dig in the mine for three days and nights, mixed with the bone powder of some kind of monster, before they could barely scrape them together.

The attribute description was simple: [Deals a small amount of true damage to energy shields and has a certain chance to cause energy disturbance].

A small amount of damage, negligible.

But when hundreds of players threw them at the same time, the sand covering the sky was like a gray rainstorm, smashing down on Fierce Shadow.

"Ssh, ssh, ssh..."

Countless fine ripples appeared on the demonic energy barrier, as if it were boiling tar.

Every collision of gravel was like throwing a pebble into a calm lake; although it could not raise huge waves, it made the entire "lake surface" restless.

Fierce Shadow's brows furrowed for the first time.

It was not a threat of power, but a small yet continuous interference originating from the level of laws.

His demonic energy, which was as solid as iron, actually showed a trace of extremely subtle stagnation.

When experts fight, a difference of a hair's breadth can lead to a thousand miles of error!

Now!

"Charge to the End"'s eyes erupted with shocking brilliance; his figure did not retreat but advanced, his speed soaring again, and he himself was like a cannonball fired from its chamber, aiming straight for the center!

He was not alone.

Behind him, dozens of elite players from the Divine Wind Battalion, like a school of sharks smelling blood, launched a desperate charge from all angles.

The weapons in their hands were varied—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and some even carried poisoned maces.

"Seeking death!"

A trace of genuine anger entered Fierce Shadow's voice.

He no longer defended passively, but pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed remotely at "Charge to the End" who was charging at the front.

"Demonic Light Slash!"

An extremely condensed black sword aura tore through the air, emitting a shrill scream, and arrived in an instant!

"Charge to the End"'s pupils shrank violently; he felt the breath of death.

But he did not dodge, nor could he dodge; his brothers were behind him!

He roared wildly, holding the [fine steel broadsword] horizontally in front of his chest, muscles knotted all over his body, driving the only copy of the "Black Wind Saber Technique (Incomplete Scroll)" he had exchanged from the ancestor to the limit.

"Clang—!"

The sound of metal clashing was sharp and ear-piercing, making people's eardrums ache.

"Charge to the End" was hit as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward and spraying a stream of blood in mid-air.

The fine steel broadsword in his hand, that top-grade weapon dropped by the Black Wind Stockade's leader, actually snapped in half from the middle!

"-1988!"

A huge damage number floated above his head, and his health bar bottomed out instantly.

But he didn't die.

A soft green light just barely enveloped him at the moment he was about to turn into white light, hanging his health line tightly at the last 1%.

It was a support player from the Talisman Sea Alliance who had used all their strength on the hill, predicting and casting a precious [Rejuvenation Talisman].

"Charge to the End" fell heavily to the ground, rolling a dozen times before dissipating the force. He struggled to get up, spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of white teeth: "Damn... that's intense!"

He didn't die, but the seven or eight Divine Wind Battalion players who created the opportunity for him were swept by the aftermath of the sword aura, turning into white light filling the sky before they could even scream.

Fierce Shadow's offensive did not stop there.

Having forced the leader of the Divine Wind Battalion back with one strike, the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

He wanted to let these ants who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth understand what true despair was.

He took a deep breath, his black robe fluttering without wind, and a demonic energy far more terrifying than before erupted from his body.

"Black Demon Sky Curtain!"

In an instant, with him as the center, thick black mist spread crazily in all directions, like a rising ink sea, instantly swallowing the battlefield within a hundred meters.

Inside the black mist, one couldn't even see their own fingers, and perception was greatly suppressed.

What was even more terrifying was that it contained bone-chilling cold demonic energy, constantly eroding the players' health points.

"-50!"

"-52!"

"-49!"

A series of fine damage numbers floated above the heads of all the players trapped in the sky curtain.

The damage wasn't high, but this was continuous area-of-effect damage!

Even more fatal was that the Black Demon Guards, who were originally entangled with the Pot Lid Army, were like fish in water in this sky curtain; their figures became elusive, and their attack power and speed were greatly boosted.

With one side weakening and the other strengthening, the Pot Lid Army's defensive line finally began to collapse.

"Puchi!"

A door-panel shield in a player's hand was pierced by the long spears of three Black Demon Guards simultaneously, and the person and shield were nailed to the ground, turning into white light.

A gap appeared in the defensive line.

Immediately after, a second, a third...

Like a dam constantly being washed by floodwaters, collapse was only a matter of time.

The entire battlefield instantly fell into the most critical situation.

"Brother Shan! We can't hold on!" The Divine Wind Battalion on the flank was also in a bitter fight, and a player shouted anxiously in the channel.

On the hill, "Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation"'s face became serious for the first time, and the feather fan in his hand stopped waving.

"Liver Emperor V87! Where the hell is your Italian cannon?!" He roared at the catapult position not far away.

"Damn it, it's calibrating! This thing has too much recoil, the first shot missed!" "Liver Emperor V87" was sweating profusely while adjusting that huge war machine, and a few production-class players were working together to load a giant stone that emitted an eerie yellowish-brown luster and a sky-high stench onto the catapult arm.

"Immovable as a Mountain" was still standing in the center of the defensive line, the wounds on his body deep enough to see bone, and that specially made iron-wood door-panel shield was already pitted and on the verge of breaking.

He listened to the reports of deaths one after another in the legion channel and the roar of "Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation", but his eyes were unusually calm.

He knew it was their turn.

"Charge to the End..."

He opened the private chat channel and sent only three words.

"Here!" "Charge to the End" replied instantly, his voice a bit hoarse from serious injuries.

"Ten seconds." "Immovable as a Mountain"'s voice was as steady as ever, without any emotion, "I'll give you ten seconds. After ten seconds, whether you succeed or not, we here... will be gone."

"Charge to the End" was stunned.

He instantly understood the weight behind these three words.

"Immovable as a Mountain" did not give him another chance to speak, but switched to the Pot Lid Army's legion channel and used all his strength to issue the order that would go down in the history of the game "Xianxia World".

His voice, through the channel, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every member of the Pot Lid Army; there was no tragedy, no passion in that voice, only an unquestionable determination.

"Pot Lid Army, all of you!"

"Discard shields."

"Use your bodies as walls, move towards me!"

"Use your lives to push the defensive line forward ten meters!"

The moment the order was issued, all the surviving players of the Pot Lid Army did not hesitate in the slightest.

They threw away the tattered pot lids and door panels in their hands, unarmed, and faced the cold-glinting weapons of the Black Demon Guards.

They used their chests to crash into the long spears.

They used their teeth to bite the enemies' arms.

They used their own bodies to plug every gap, to block every step of the enemy's advance.

A player was pierced by a long spear; he did not die immediately, but held onto that Black Demon Guard tightly, letting subsequent attacks tear him into pieces, buying a breath of time for his companions behind him.

Another player was eroded by demonic energy until only a sliver of health remained; he laughed wildly, threw himself at a Black Demon Guard, and used his last strength to detonate a crude shock grenade in his arms.

White light lit up in patches in the black sky curtain, then quickly extinguished.

That was not death; that was the most magnificent fireworks in the world.

This ragtag army composed of door panels and pot lids, at this moment, with the most primitive, most tragic, and most unreasonable way, truly turned into an insurmountable Great Wall of flesh and blood!

They really... used their lives to forcefully push that collapsing defensive line forward by ten meters!

This crazy and tragic scene completely shocked everyone on the battlefield.

Even Fierce Shadow in the center of the black mist, in those eyes that were usually like an ancient well without ripples, flashed a trace of unbelievable shock.

Lunatics!

A bunch of thorough lunatics!

"Boom—!"

Just at this moment, on the hill, there was a loud noise.

[Giant Catapult - Mark I] finally let out a roar.

That giant stone, coated with golden juice, carried an indescribable parabola, crossed over the Great Wall of flesh and blood, and accurately smashed into the densest formation of the Black Demon Guards.

The giant stone shattered, and yellowish-brown liquid mixed with an indescribable odor exploded everywhere.

It was not a spell, but it was better than a spell.

Even with the coldness of the Black Demon Guards, they were thrown into chaos by this sudden "biochemical attack", and their protective demonic energy became unstable.

Opportunity!

"Charge to the End"'s eye sockets were already blood red.

He saw the desperate charge of the Pot Lid Army, saw the white light rising all over the sky.

It was as if a volcano was brewing in his chest, about to erupt.

"Immovable as a Mountain", that coward... that iron lump who only ever knew how to defend...

He used the lives of the entire legion to buy himself ten seconds!

These ten seconds were more precious than gold!

Heavier than life!

He could not waste them, not even a single bit!

"Divine Wind Battalion!!"

He let out a beast-like roar, his voice hoarse, but filled with a madness that tore through everything.

"Follow me... kill him!!!"

The dozens of remaining Divine Wind Battalion players, with him as the arrowhead, turned into a blood-red spear burning with revenge and rage, following the path paved by the Pot Lid Army with their lives, following the chaotic area blasted by the catapult, once again, and for the last time, charged towards the center of that Black Demon Sky Curtain.