Chapter 1844 - The Wrath of Amon!
Chapter 1844: The Wrath of Amon!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Apolis could see that Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun were the pivotal characters on the battlefield, the commanders of their two armies. Killing them would inflict immense damage to the enemy’s forces.
At the same time, it would open a path for his army to retreat!
Boom!
Following Apolis’s order, the remaining seventy-thousand-some soldiers began to change directions, and the Governors and Deputy Governors began to gather around Apolis, ready to break out and at the same time kill Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun.
“Hahaha, you want to leave now? Can you?”
Loud laughter came from the distance. Before the Governors and Deputy Governors had even finished gathering around Apolis, Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun had already sensed his intentions.
The one who struck first was the strongest, and these two had no intention of letting Apolis gather his strength for a breakout attempt.
Boom!
The air rumbled as Zhangchou Jianqiong urged his horse onward, Stellar Energy bursting from his body.
Several dozen Arab cavalry in a range of several dozen meters in front of him screamed as they were swept up by this Stellar Energy and blasted away. In striking the soldiers behind, they created even greater disorder in the Arab ranks.
Zhangchou Jianqiong’s eyes coldly flashed as he continued onward, leading Xianyu Zhongtong and the other generals of the Annan Protectorate army in shooting toward Apolis.
“Charge!”
A furious roar came from several dozen feet away, and then in a white beam of light, An Sishun led the Beiting Protectorate army generals in joining Zhangchou Jianqiong against Apolis.
An Sishun and Zhangchou Jianqiong had been stationed separately in the north and the south. While they had heard of each other, they had almost never interacted, let alone worked together.
In the Regional Commanders incident, the two of them had even been on opposite sides!
But this did not prevent them from sharing a tacit understanding, one that even surpassed the connection An Sishun shared with his own subordinates. The powerful auras of these two made the distant Apolis pale.
“Protect Milord!”
“Kill them!”
The Arab Governors and Deputy Governors shuddered, and with no time to think, they knocked aside the cavalry in their way and charged in Apolis’s direction.
Some of them, sensing the danger, even jumped off the backs of their horses rather than continuing to ride through the army.
Apolis was the Hierophant’s general and the overall commander of the vanguard. If he died, the army would instantly crumble.
These Governors and Deputy Governors responded very quickly, but unfortunately, the moment Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun took action, they had already estimated the time it would take for the Arab generals to gather.
“White Tiger Swallows the Heavens!”
“Mountain River Storm!”
With a furious bellow, murderous energy exploded from Zhangchou Jianqiong’s body and a vast sea of Stellar Energy was unleashed.
Zhangchou Jianqiong vanished, replaced by a massive white tiger. It leaped into the air, its several-dozen-meter body transforming into a white light that hurtled toward Apolis.
Space twisted and blurred around the white tiger, and that almost tangible killing intent seemed like sharp blades cleaving through space, leaving visible scars in their wake.
Bang!
At almost the same time, the Beiting Protector-General swept out his saber, and his body instantly began to surge with destructive Stellar Energy, a veritable waterfall that surged at Apolis.
Apolis’s pupils constricted upon sensing the grave danger he was in. But he instantly got ahold of himself, his fingers cracking as they clenched into a fist.
“Damn infidels! I’ll make sure you never go back!”
As an illustrious vanguard general and one of the Hierophant’s subordinates, Apolis had slaughtered countless foes of Arabia, many of them illustrious generals in their own right. But on his first step into the east, on his first encounter with these eastern Great Generals, he was being forced to retreat without even fighting. How could he allow this?
Thick and concentrated killing intent erupted from Apolis’s body and soared into the sky.
“Wrath of Amon!”
Apolis’s body rumbled with Stellar Energy, and in a flash, he vanished, replaced by a hellish Demon God with the body of a wolf and the tail of a snake.
Amon! In Arabian records, it was ranked as seventh of the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars, the god that controlled flames!
(TN: Amon is the seventh demon of the 72 Demons of Solomon. It is a Marquis of Hell and is described as having the body of a wolf and the tail of a serpent, and it vomits fire.)
Bang!
Once Apolis used the Amon transformation, his Stellar Energy turned into raging flames. As the Hierophant’s vanguard general, he did not back down in the face of Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun. On the contrary, surrounded by a sea of flame, he charged at the pair.
The air hissed and crackled, seemingly aflame, churning with thick smoke.
“Die for me, lowly infidels!”
Apolis’s cold voice resounded over the heavens. Alas, though he was powerful, he had underestimated the power of Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun.
Five hundred feet, three hundred feet, two hundred feet…
The two sides drew closer and closer. When they were less than one hundred feet from each other and about to collide, boom! Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun suddenly roared, and they held nothing back, unleashing all the energy in their bodies.
These two were already extremely powerful, but now, they soared to even greater levels of strength.
“What?!”
This terrifying display of power instantly made Apolis pale.
Originally, there had still been some question about who might come out victorious between them, but now, their strength completely surpassed his and he had no hope of victory.
“Shameless!”
Apolis’s face went white as he finally understood that this had been a trap from the very beginning. Apolis’s arrogance had caused him to lose his last chance of escaping.
Rumble!
The world shuddered and groaned as Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun smoothly worked together to come in on Apolis’s left and right. With a single strike, they blew apart Apolis’s Amon avatar, the wolf-headed, serpent-tailed Demon God exploding into pieces.
Rumble!
Two cold gleams of light swept across Apolis’s neck, and a moment later, Zhangchou Jianqiong and An Sishun appeared behind Apolis.
Winds howled as the battlefield fell silent.
Zhangchou Jianqiong, An Sishun, and Apolis stood motionless in the center of the battlefield. There was no one within two hundred feet of these three, only corpses.
In this fierce battle of elites, it would have been impossible for anyone within two hundred feet to survive that explosion of power.
“Milord!”
As the Arab Governors and Deputy Governors stared at Apolis’s motionless figure, they suddenly had an ill foreboding.
Thwishthwishthwish!
Their hearts tensing, they immediately began to rush toward Apolis, but before they could get very far, plssh! A sliver of blood shot out from Apolis’s neck, quickly turning into a geyser.
Thud! A few seconds later, Apolis’s stalwart body crashed to the ground.
As he fell, his head came off his body and rolled six or seven meters away.
“Milord!”
“Apolis!”
The Arab soldiers all shivered in fear, their hearts turning into blocks of ice. The distant Khatabah also had a dour expression.
Apolis was his strongest vanguard Great General. Khatabah did not mind losing subordinates, and any Arab soldier would be honored to die for the sake of expanding the empire, but Apolis’s death had never even been a consideration.
For a powerful general to die in the first probing attack had never been in Khatabah’s expectations.
“Hmph! Only killing one is far from enough!
“Everyone, listen up! Kill them all! No survivors!”
Zhangchou Jianqiong pulled on the reins of his horse as he wiped the blood off his sword.
The Arabs might have still been in shock about Apolis’s death, but the same was not the case for Zhangchou Jianqiong and his men. The horse had been shot down; the king had been captured. With Apolis dead, this was the best opportunity to wipe out the surrounded Arab soldiers.
“Kiiill!”
With the advantage created by their commanders, the Annan Protectorate army and Beiting Protectorate army charged into the disordered and fearful ranks of the Arab army.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds of collisions and fearful screams mixed together. Although there were still tens of thousands of Arab soldiers left, they had already lost any semblance of an army and were in a complete rout.