<h4>Chapter 1913: Chapter 1913: Earthfiends</h4>
The person trying to catch a turtle in a jar has be the turtle.
Of course, the main reason is that their weapons malfunctioned.
The weapon that was once unstoppable, capable of ying the Undead Tribe with a single stroke, could now only scrape their skin.
Aside from adding a few more scars to the Undead Tribe, it had no substantial effect.
Defeated from start to finish!
The defeated had no will to fight, only the fate of being ughtered!
Larkin Davenport spat into his palm.
He was ready to go!
He never expected that he, who was originally sent by Han Caldwell as a decoy, would end up as themander-in-chief of the three armies!
Not only did he control military power, but he also sessfully annihted Demarco Mount’s forces at Moon Vi!
He gained fame in just one battle!
This was an achievement for rescuing Han Caldwell along the way.
If Sutton was pleased, or after rescuing the emperor, the reward would be far beyond this.
He might even stand side by side with Han Caldwell!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.
Had he known that Demarco Mount’s men were just a bunch of useless wimps, why would he have been so cautious?
Indeed, the Undead Tribe was still powerful.
What made them so fearful, their so-called secret weapon, became scrap iron after cutting down a few people.
Among those cut down were the usual martial artists who came to assist; their deaths also consumed arge amount of coating.
The defeated forces were strewn with corpses!
Demarco Mount’s people had no tactics, no formation, they only thought of reaching the city gate to leave quickly.
But to their disappointment, the Undead Tribe pouring in outside couldn’t be killed; after grievous damage, Demarco Mount’s men could only leave behind their corpses.
"Holy Master, it seems we... have been defeated."
An official responsible for observation ran in panic towards Cold Nelson.
"What! How is this possible!" Cold Nelson pped him, knocking him to the ground.
"We have a secret weapon, those Undead Tribe members are no different from ordinary people in front of us! How can we fail! This Undead Tribe’s fighting power is nothingpared to the guards I personally organized!"
His eyes turned blood red, his body trembled uncontrobly.
"Holy Master, it’s true!"
The official covered his face, kneeling on the ground, pointing to the direction of Moon Vi: "Our people were defeatedpletely, trapped inside, unable to get out!"
"Holy Master, should we send reinforcements!" A military officer carefully asked as he came over.
They still had a unit, notrge but a few hundred strong.
And all were equipped with that kind of weapon.
It could form abat force.
"Telescope!"
Cold Nelson grabbed the telescope, stepped onto the high observation tower, watching the ughter at Moon Vi!
The scene was horrifying!
Was this a battle?
No.
It was a massacre!
Demarco Mount’s people, with des in hand, couldn’t cause any damage to the Undead Tribe!
It was like giving them a massage!
"How could this happen!" Cold Nelson’s face turned pale, his body trembled even more violently.
It’s over.
His assets were all gone.
After this battle, he would have no way to give an ount to Eliezer Pine.
His position as Holy Master was also precarious.
How could this happen!
"Someone, get the Ministry of Military Supplies Director here!"
He shouted loudly!
"Holy Master, the person responsible for procuring weapons has already fled. Before we arrived, he left under the pretext of an excuse."
The soldier reported below.
"Catch him! Peel his skin, pull his tendons!"
Crack!
Cold Nelson crushed the telescope, closing his eyes in despair.
It’s over.
All over.
"Holy Master, what do we do now? If the brothers in the city don’t get reinforcements, they might..."
"Do you still want to keep dying!"
Cold Nelson shouted angrily, jumping off the observation tower. "Let’s go! Return!"
His only remaining assets couldn’t be squandered.
Moreover, the journey was fraught with danger; without these people to guard him, it would be very hazardous.
"But in the city..."
"Don’t you understand what I’m saying!" Cold Nelson grabbed the man’s neck, lifting him high: "They’re already finished, there’s no way to get them out! If we return now, we can regroup our forces! Otherwise, we’ll all die!"
Fortunately, beneath the Dusty tform were Eliezer Pine’s people, along with Demarco Mount’s forces!
Although the people he brought out werepletely annihted, it also gravely injured Demarco Mount, leaving them still with some fighting strength.
He couldn’t mobilize Eliezer Pine’s people.
He could only mobilize the Left Hill guard organized by Cold Nelson himself, along with those martial artists he brought to assist.
"Let’s go!"
Taking onest look at Moon Vi, Cold Nelson jumped into the car reluctantly, his face ashen.
...
"We surrender!"
"As long as you don’t kill us, we are willing to serve you!"
"Spare our lives!"
Demarco Mount’s people knelt on the ground, raising their weapons high, crying out in despair.
They were utterly defeated.
Most of them were dead.
The Guard Commander’s body was nailed to the city gate.
Thirty-seven knives were inserted into him.
"Sorry, we of the Undead Tribe don’tck for people!"
Larkin Davenport, with a cigar in his mouth and hands stuffed in his pockets, spoke proudly.
Pyrrhic victory!
Half of his men were dead too.
Although the front-line guard waspletely destroyed, Larkin Davenport knew that Demarco Mount should still have some strength preserved.
But victory was ultimately secured.
Moreover, wasn’t Boulevard also with reserve forces?
"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
Blood sttered everywhere.
The ground was littered with corpses.
Bodies piled several meters high on the streets.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Someone wiped the blood off their face and came to Larkin Davenport for instructions.
"Find Mr. Han Caldwell! Our purpose here is to find Mr. Han Caldwell and kill Devlin! Search, check every corner, even the toilets!"
With that, Larkin Davenport led people to start searching.
Outside the city.
Seventy miles away.
There was a vige.
The vige was strange, surrounded by weapons all year round.
"The ancestor has ordered! Gather Earthfiend!"
Levin Lake raised his Token, broke into the vige, and shouted loudly.
This was the gathering ce of Earthfiend.
Only when facing extremely difficult problems would Earthfiend be called upon to act.
Back then, it wasn’t the Sword Cultivators who killed the Eighteen Alliance; they merely participated in the operation.
The real reason was due to a change at Demarco Mount, and outside forces sought to covet Moon Vi.
Pranay Martinez instructed Levin Lake to lead Earthfiend and eliminate the Eighteen Alliance leaders who coveted the vi.
Now, being able tomand Earthfiend again made Levin Lake extremely excited.
"Understood."
In the vige, seventy-two vigers came out.
These vigers carried various weapons, including hoes, sickles, and wooden sticks.
The leading one carried a rolling pin.
"No time to waste, let’s set off quickly."
Levin Lake said excitedly.
"Don’t rush, it’s almost dug."
A few were using hoes to dig a pit in the ground.
"What’s this for?"
Levin Lake leaned over for a look.
The pit wasn’t shallow, about a meter deep.
"It’s done!"
The viger with the hoemented.
Bang!
The back of Levin Lake’s head was struck hard with the rolling pin!
His head cracked open.
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The body fell directly into the pit.
"The ancestor said you are a waste and unworthy of living!"
The man with the rolling pin said, waved his hand, and the people behind immediately filled in the soil.
"Let’s go, time to kill."