The Records of the Human Emperor Chapter 973

Chapter 973: Unbending Resolve! (II)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

"The Great Tang will not be defeated!

"The Great Tang cannot be defeated!"

w.a.n.g Chong clenched his fists, tensing up his entire body so tightly that it groaned .

No one understood more than him that once Talas was lost, the Great Tang would have no other chance to rise . The Western Regions would be lost, Qixi would be lost, Longxi would be lost, Youzhou would fall ill, the Great Tang would fall into internal discord, the calamity would descend… Step by step, the Great Tang would fall into the endless abyss . If he wanted to change all this and save the Great Tang, he had to hold Talas and throw back the Arabs .

Only by holding Talas would he be able to slowly alter the Great Tang's tragic fate .

And besides, the Stone of Destiny would never let him retreat . Retreat was death!

Roooar!

The distant Behemoths roared, and dust rose from the defense line as the four Behemoths rumbled forward, wreaking havoc on the Tang soldiers . Countless Tang soldiers fled in fear, leaving thousands of corpses behind .

Blood seeped into the earth as a figure sinisterly chuckled in a place no one could see .

"Die! Die! All of you die!

"My obedient pets, kill all these infidels!"

The hunchbacked Masil sat atop the head of his centipede monster, his hands raised up as blood dripped down from overhead, bathing his head, face, and arms . An expression of ecstasy appeared on his face .

Masil might have been deformed and grotesque, but as the commander of the Behemoth Army and one of the Caliph's favored ministers, he was a sinister existence of the Abbasid Caliphate feared by all . But few people knew that Masil was even more sinister and terrifying than he appeared on the surface .

Masil had never feared battle . Wherever one could find a large-scale battle in a stalemate, one could find Masil and his Behemoths .

Every time they took part in battle, Masil's favorite activity would be to burrow underground as his Behemoths destroyed his enemies and stomped them into pulp, so that he could bathe himself in the thick streams of blood pouring into the earth .

Masil could obtain boundless pleasure from this slaughter and blood, imbuing him with a far more intoxicating feeling and satisfaction than what his status as commander of the Behemoth Army and favored minister of the Caliph could give him .

"I said before, no one can stop my Behemoths, not even these Tang . Kill them all for me! Hahaha…"

Masil's eyes were wide open as he crazily laughed .

The Great Tang had already lost . Masil knew this the moment he had dispatched his four strongest Behemoths, without even needing to consider the two hundred thousand elite Arab cavalry behind them .

"Now, only that brat is left!"

Masil squinted his eyes as he began to ponder this matter .

These infidels who dared to defy the Arabs needed to be killed, but in Masil's mind, there was one person he loathed far more than all the other Tang, that he would find even more delight from killing .

Three Behemoths was the largest loss the Behemoth Army had ever suffered in its history, and was a disgrace on Masil's name .

"Once I kill you, I'll make your skull into a toilet stool!"

Masil chuckled to himself, and then he chanted a spell, communicating with the giant ape above . Amongst the Behemoths, the Consecrated was undoubtedly the strongest of them all .

Above ground, clouds of dust churned as the four Behemoths meted out destruction like they were evil heralds of the apocalypse . Suddenly, the enormous and muscular figure of the giant ape to the very left turned its scarlet eyes on w.a.n.g Chong a hundred zhang away .

Raaaa! The Behemoth bellowed, leaping away from its other foes and lunging toward w.a.n.g Chong . Its gigantic fist created vortices in the air as it thundered toward w.a.n.g Chong .

The giant ape's attack had been extremely abrupt, and it had chosen to attack the moment the Tang line was in full retreat and w.a.n.g Chong was struggling over whether to retreat or continue fighting .

"Lord Marquis! Watch out!"

"Ballista teams, stop the Behemoth!"

"Lord Marquis!"

When the soldiers who turned their heads upon hearing the Behemoth roar saw this sight, their faces turned white in fear . The marquis was powerful, but not to the point where he could stand up against those Arabian Behemoths . Those were existences which could destroy the entire world .

Worse was that the marquis was standing there, clearly still in a daze .

Boomboomboom!

Black ballista bolts thundered over the battlefield, all of them aimed at the enormous fist . This time, any ballista that was not under attack took part in this volley .

But there was only a metallic clattering, all the black ballista bolts apparently striking a hardy fortress when they struck the ape's fist . The numerous ballista bolts all dropped to the ground, and the ape's fist only picked up speed as it thundered toward w.a.n.g Chong .

"Ah!"

The surrounding soldiers all cried out in fear, their hearts cold .

"w.a.n.g Chong, watch out!"

Just when w.a.n.g Chong was about to be struck by the Consecrated, a figure shot forward, his sword unleashing a destructive stream of Sword Qi that hurtled toward the ape's fist .

"Gao Xianzhi, you should worry about yourself first!"

Just then, a powerful bolt of energy shot out from the black cloud of smoke behind the giant ape, getting ahead of the giant ape and impacting with Gao Xianzhi's dazzling stream of Sword Qi . Before the Sword Qi could impact with the giant ape, it was neutralized by that vast and steely bolt of Stellar Energy .

"How could this be?!"

Everyone who saw this was stunned . Gao Xianzhi was the commander of the Anxi Protectorate army and one of the highest Great Generals of the Great Tang, his strength on par with Duwu Sili . Someone who could scatter his Sword Qi with a single blow could only be a warrior of astounding cultivation .

Abu Muslim!

In the air, Gao Xianzhi turned his head, and when he saw that figure emerge from behind the Behemoth, his heart sank .

The man who had intercepted Gao Xianzhi's blow appeared like a demon G.o.d emerging from the abyss, with sunken eyes, a high nose, and a large black cape that fluttered in the wind . His height was around 1 . 9 meters, an outstanding height even amongst Great Generals . His eyes oozed disdain, shone with cruelty and determination . Anyone who saw them would immediately feel that this was a man of cunning and daring .

However, the thing that left the deepest impression about this man was his unique odor, one of iron and flame . This odor seemed to fill every pore of his body, every single cell, every single breath .

This was truly a man who lived for battle, a natural warrior, a pure soldier, a true commander that thousands upon thousands would respect and adore, who could summon all of them to answer his call!

In the eastern region of the Abbasid Caliphate, only one person could have this sort of bearing: Abu Muslim . After biding his time for so long, Abu Muslim had finally appeared . The Tang were already in great danger, but now that Abu Muslim had appeared, the crisis had gotten even worse .

"Gao Xianzhi, I respect you as a hero, so in this battle, I will personally send you on your way!" Abu Muslim shouted in fluent Han .

He immediately sent a pitch-black condensation of fist energy flying through the air . As Abu Muslim punched, the air exploded with dreadful roars and endless flames spat into the air . Behind Abu Muslim appeared a gigantic demon G.o.d with violet-black scales growing from its body, the fur of a bull sprouting out from beneath the scales .

And behind this enormous demon G.o.d was a giant pillar of gold and red .

The Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars!

Abu Muslim was the commander of the army and one of the strongest experts in Arabia . In his youth, he had campaigned across the world, and when conquering a country that was linked to the origins of the Arabs, Abu Muslim incidentally managed to obtain a legendary Arabian martial art: The Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars Art .

In the legends of Arabia, it was said that there were once seventy-two powerful and horrifying demon G.o.ds . They lived in the sea and were the enemies of the entire continent, constantly wreaking havoc and destruction on the human world . Later on, the other G.o.ds sealed these seventy-two into pillars and cast them into even deeper parts of the sea . These were the Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars .

But even though they were sealed, the powers of the Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars continued to be pa.s.sed on through this powerful art!

They were recorded on seventy-two secret manuals that were pa.s.sed down through generation after generation . After many years and the pa.s.sage of time, a large portion of the Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars Art was lost . But each of those manuals contained incredible power, and anyone who obtained one of these manuals would become an extremely powerful existence—if not a Great General, then a Governor . They would render extraordinary feats and establish their own legends in the history of Arabia .

No one knew which of the Seventy-Two Demon G.o.d Pillars Abu Muslim had inherited; very few people even knew any of their names . However, there was no doubting the power of Abu Muslim's art .

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