Chapter 119 - The Siege Weapon of Zhen Luo King

Chapter 119: Chapter 117: The Siege Weapon of Zhen Luo KingWhile Lu Hong was still entangled with the mysterious beauty from the Tong Mansion, a cataclysmic battle erupted on the other side of the wasteland.

"Open the city gates, surrender obediently, or face relentless slaughter," the Golden Lion stared blandly at the Demon City’s City Lord, his tone unwaveringly firm.

"Ridiculous, me, a dignified City Lord of the demon race, how could I surrender to a barbarian orc like you?" The City Lord of the Demon City, King Li, had defended the demon beast borders for a millennium, having experienced tens of thousands of battles, stalwartly guarding against the beast race beyond the tall walls. Now, the sudden assault by the Golden Lion prompted King Li to acknowledge the opponent’s might, yet he doubted whether this lion could breach the fortress-like defenses of Li City.

"Then there’s nothing more to say." The Golden Lion shrugged indifferently and returned to his massive army.

King Li took a deep breath, faced the overwhelming flood of the orc army, and said, "Come, let me see the strength of the divinely blessed orcs who dare tread upon this wasteland!"

"As you wish," the Golden Lion always managed to satisfy any eager challenger.

At his command, hundreds of thousands of orc soldiers launched a sudden attack on the fortified walls of Li City.

"Activate the protective array!" King Li shouted, and the magic array within the city abruptly activated, a crimson purple light descending from the heavens, enveloping Li City.

"What a petty trick, is this the feeble defensive strength of the wasteland?" The Golden Lion chuckled lightly, his experienced eyes immediately discerning that the opponent’s formation was merely a ninth-level defense, utterly incapable of withstanding the power of the Beastman Empire’s siege weaponry.

"Bring up the Compelling Dragon Cannon!"

At the Golden Lion’s command, two hundred orcs carried a massive dragon-headed cannon slowly toward the front lines.

"What is that?" King Li had never seen such a siege weapon, but that did not hinder his recognition of its might.

"No, we must not allow this weapon to be activated!" King Li urgently instructed those around him, "Three Guards of the Demon Army, follow me out to meet the enemy."

King Li leaped down from the city tower, purple demonic qi soaring skyward, incinerating the encroaching orcs into clouds of ash.

"Not a bad move," the Golden Lion approved of King Li’s tactic, then said, "Xiao De, go face him."

Hearing his master’s order, the adjutant beside the Golden Lion nodded, "Rest assured, my lord, I will take his head."

King Li, with his Three Guards of the Demon Army, charged out of Li City like a sharp blade plunging into the orc army, with a clear target: the yet to be activated dragon-headed cannon.

"Kill!" As one of the top powerhouses of the demon race, King Li rampaged effortlessly through the orc army, almost no orc could withstand a single blow from him.

King Li moved swiftly, reaching a distance of a thousand feet from the dragon-headed cannon in the blink of an eye.

"Demon Soul Howl!" King Li channeled demonic qi, his piercing breath resounding through the area, causing nearly all orc soldiers to spew blood.

"It seems this King Li is quite formidable," the Golden Lion acknowledged King Li’s attack with some admiration.

Under the influence of the Demon Soul Howl, the Three Guards of the Demon Army surged forward, tearing a massive gap in the sea of orcs, leaving a sea of corpses. The battlefield was flooded with demonic qi, causing the orc army to erupt with spiritual light, minimizing their casualties.

King Li cleared the surrounding orcs, aiming to destroy the dragon-headed cannon with one decisive strike. However, at this moment, the Golden Lion’s adjutant, Xiao De, suddenly appeared before him, effortlessly blocking the fist infused with demonic qi with a sweep of his sturdy arm.

"Who are you?" King Li looked at Xiao De in surprise, knowing well how much demonic qi he had poured into this strike to destroy the dragon-headed cannon.

"I am De Ye, adjutant under the Zhen Luo King, prepare to die!" After introducing himself, Xiao De launched an attack on King Li, his mind fixed on one goal: to kill King Li as an offering to Eferot.

King Li hesitated. Surely they should have sent someone of equal rank? Sending just an adjutant to greet him? How insulting!

"A mere adjutant? Golden Lion, you think he can stop me?" King Li was furious; since leading troops, he had never fought an adjutant, nor even faced a battle general of equal standing.

"You’ll know if you try." Xiao De was tall and burly, resembling a bear from the beast race’s ursine lineage.

"Bloody Wave Slash!" King Li channeled demonic qi, drew the long knife from his waist, and slashed directly at Xiao De.

"Take a punch from me!" Xiao De, seeing the several-meter-long Demon Flame Long Knife, advanced instead of retreating, letting out a bear-like roar as he punched forward.

When the two collided, one had to be injured. In shock, King Li’s long knife shattered, and his hands holding the knife broke apart.

"How is this possible?!" Before King Li could react, Xiao De suddenly appeared before him, so quickly that even King Li couldn’t respond in time.

"Heh heh, you’re far off," Xiao De chuckled, then with both large hands, grasped King Li’s head and twisted it forcefully.

Without a head, King Li collapsed with thunderous impact, and the Three Guards of the Demon Army, seeing their commander slain, lost their morale and retreated hastily back into the city.

"Though King Li has fallen, we still have the city defense array. Quickly report to the Demon King!"

"Indeed, as long as we hold Li City, the demon race reinforcements will arrive within a day!"

Despite King Li’s demise, the high-ranking officers under him made the wisest decision: to call for aid from the Demon King while continuously reinforcing the demon race’s array.

"Your Highness, I have brought back King Li’s head," Xiao De returned to the Golden Lion, kneeling with King Li’s head in hand, eyes wide open in death.

"Do you think he was weak?" The Golden Lion took the head, didn’t even glance at it, and tossed it aside.

Xiao De scratched his backside, nodding, "Your Highness is right, I think the people in the wasteland plane are too worthless to be worthy opponents of our orc army."

"Don’t get too complacent. King Li was just a frog in a well who never left the wasteland. The real experts of the demon race might even be beyond my match." The Golden Lion knew much about the demon race—although King Li was titled a City Lord like Tong Shuai, his strength was worlds apart from Tong Shuai’s.

"Huh? Even Your Highness can’t take them on? How could that be!" Xiao De was dissatisfied with the Golden Lion’s self-deprecation: "If such a person exists, let me spar with him first."

"Hahaha, you foolish bear, really facing an expert like me, could you even get close?" The Golden Lion laughed loudly, then seeing Li City’s defense array activated to its utmost, he ordered, "Commence the Spirit Communion Ritual and activate the Compelling Dragon Cannon."

Spirit Communion Ritual is an orc profession. Orcs cannot pray to the Heavenly Gods like humans, so they have no diverse professions. Most orcs are without professions, each of them worshiping their racial god, gaining power through faith in beast deities. This power generally takes two forms: pure brute force, like Xiao De, or communicating with beast gods to borrow their divine power, what the Golden Lion meant by Spirit Communion Ritual.

"What is that?" Demon race officers observing from the gate stared in terror at the slowly illuminating massive dragon head in the distance.

"Fear not, it is merely one of their siege weapons. Li City has repelled the beast race invasions for a millennium, never conquered. This time shall be no different."

Although the officers atop the city gate had varied opinions, their prayers were united.

From the mouth of the Compelling Dragon Cannon, the power borrowed by Spirit Communion practitioners from the divine was continuously gathered, mixed in a strange manner before being injected into the cannon.

"Fire!"

Suddenly, a ten-meter-wide multi-colored beam blasted from the Compelling Dragon Cannon, crashing with destructive force onto Li City’s protective shield.

The protective array that bore the hope of everyone in Li City barely lasted three seconds before being obliterated by the Compelling Dragon Cannon, its multicolored laser not losing potency, striking within Li City. The orc army hardly needed to mobilize as Li City turned into ruins, with not a single survivor!

Seeing the Compelling Dragon Cannon’s power, Xiao De smacked his lips, "Your Highness, your invention of the Compelling Dragon Cannon is truly a marvel. Once news of this reaches His Majesty, he will surely be overjoyed."

"Xiao De," the Golden Lion, faced with Xiao De’s flattery, did not rejoice but rather gravely said, "The Compelling Dragon Cannon is my personal weapon. I do not want its news reaching the empire."

"Oh oh!" Xiao De nodded repeatedly, "I understand what Your Highness means. I will find Pi Fox to handle the news blockade."

The Golden Lion suddenly laughed, "Xiao De, people often say you’re foolish, all bears are foolish, but I see a glint of cunning in you."

Feeling a bit embarrassed by his master’s praise, Xiao De scratched his backside, "It’s all thanks to your guidance, Your Highness. Didn’t you say, specialized people for specialized tasks? Handling news and conspiracies is Pi Fox’s expertise, I just handle fighting."

"All right, the field test of the Compelling Dragon Cannon is nearly complete. Personally lead people to return it to my plane, quickly contact Pi Fox. If news of the Compelling Dragon Cannon leaks, be prepared to be skinned alive!" After the Golden Lion finished speaking, he strode away from the command post.

The mention of being skinned alive made Xiao De shudder, clearly having experienced such torture before.

Suddenly, Xiao De’s eyes turned sharp, scanning the orc guards around him, viewing each one as if they might be spies sent by political enemies.