Witch Wind

Chapter 99: Brilliant Victory (Part )

The Prince Frederick was a luxuriously furnished suite reserved for Barkin's exclusive use.

Barkin was shirtless, swallowing red wine in big gulps. The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of medicine. He was sweating profusely, with wisps of heat rising from his head. There was a thin layer of flames all over his body, making the temperature in the room almost enough to boil water.

A full 100 kilograms of liquor was prepared using a secret method. The main ingredient was the heart of a giant bear weighing over 3,000 kilograms on the ice field. Combined with a variety of powerful medicines, it was a tonic liquor that Balkin drank. He was about 60% to 70% drunk.

He burped, and a streak of fire about a foot long came out of his mouth.

He put down the wine jar angrily and muttered, "The old guys all said that six hundred years ago, just a small bowl of this kind of medicinal wine could quickly replenish one's life essence and blood. A small bowl of medicinal wine could nourish more than a dozen drops of life essence and blood!"

"And I drank a hundred kilograms, a full hundred kilograms, and only then squeezed out half a drop of my lifeblood!"

"This time, the total quota for me is only 500 kilograms of 'Blood of Hundred Beasts'. How stingy!"

He stood up and staggered to the wall of the room. He pushed open a huge oil painting of a fire dragon burning a city, revealing a safe embedded in the wall.

Inside the room, several heavily armored Judgment Paladins turned around one after another. Balkin turned back and looked at his knowledgeable subordinates with satisfaction. He quickly dialed the combination dial, entered the password, opened the safe, and solemnly took out a cold jade box that was as long and as thick as an adult man's arm.

"It's a waste to keep it. If you can use it, use it up quickly! Even if it's made of cold jade mined from a glacier thousands of years ago, it can only guarantee that the medicinal power of this old medicine from our ancestral land will not dissipate within a year."

Balkin sighed, "The Dharma Ending Age is such a damn thing. Our ancestors squandered everything they had, and they ended up with nothing, but it made us, their descendants, suffer."

Shaking his head, Balkin opened the cold jade box, revealing a three-leafed red Ganoderma lucidum inside. It was deep red in color, like a ball of solidified flame, and exuded a rich and subtle fragrance.

Licking his lips vigorously, Balkin picked up the red Ganoderma lucidum, looked at it reluctantly for a while, closed his eyes, and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it with big mouthfuls, and the sticky red juice splashed out, and the fragrance became more and more intense. Balkin's bone marrow seemed to be burning, and the sticky blood of his life, as thick as magma, kept oozing out drop by drop.

After a three-hundred-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum entered his stomach, thirty-six drops of his life essence and blood were regenerated in his body.

He nodded with satisfaction, patted his stomach, and put the cold jade box and the safe door back in place.

Humming a tune, he walked into the bathroom next door and took a refreshing cold shower. Balkin, wrapped in a loose silk pajamas, staggered out and said, "You, mobilize some people and carefully explore the surroundings."

Narrowing his eyes, Balkin said in a deep voice: "I didn't have any warning at all when I was shot for the first time. This is something very wrong. As you know, I have been poisoned and assassinated three times at court banquets in the imperial capital."

"Three times, my enemy put poison in my wine glass. Three times, I warned in advance and didn't drink the deadly poison." Balkin grinned grimly: "But today, when I was shot for the first time, I didn't have any warning at all."

"The person who fired the shot was very scary."

Balkin pointed at several Judgment Paladins and said, "Bring more people and investigate carefully. I suspect that the masters of the Holy Mother Church have arrived. Find them and kill them all. If there are any female priests of the Holy Mother Church, bring them back so that I can, on behalf of the Holy Father, completely cleanse the original sins in their bodies!"

Several Judgment Paladins grinned strangely, saluted to Balkin, and walked out one after another.

Afterwards, several army generals from the Far East Corps walked in cautiously and saluted Balkin respectfully. A burly man with the rank of general reported in a low voice that his soldiers had gone deep into the jungle and were ambushed, resulting in heavy casualties.

Balkin took out a foot-and-a-half-long thick cigar from the cedar cigar box. With a flick of his finger, a ray of flame lit the cigar. He took two puffs of smoke comfortably, holding the smoke in his lungs for seven or eight breaths before slowly exhaling, "What a bunch of idiots."

"Is the loss of just over 10,000 icefield livestock worth telling me?" Balkin glanced at the generals. He was not as gentle to these guys as he had been to the Paladins of Judgment just now.

The Holy Saint Ross Empire's Judgment Paladins, regardless of their strength, all have the rare blood of the Imperial family in their bodies. No matter which noble family they come from, their blood must be related to the Imperial family in some way, otherwise they would not be able to become Judgment Paladins.

As for these ordinary generals, since they failed to unleash the 'power of judgment', they are 'second-class citizens'!
Even though the army general who had just reported on military affairs had the hereditary title of Imperial Marquis, he was still a "second-class citizen" within the empire.

A second-class citizen told him, Balkin, that a group of stupid, incompetent serfs, pure consumables on the battlefield, were ambushed in the jungle because of their greed for merit and recklessness? Is this kind of thing worth making a fuss about?

It's just a mere 10,000+ 'ice field beasts'!
This kind of stuff, with a territory stretching for tens of thousands of miles, extending from the Far West all the way to the Holy Ross Empire in the Far East, can be had as much as it wants. In Balkin's heart, just over 10,000 lives are not even as valuable as the guns in their hands.

"Send a telegram to the Far East base, sign my name, and ask them to recruit more soldiers locally. One million, or two million? The more the better." Balkin puffed out smoke, his eyes flashing with extreme greed and cruelty. "Black Borneo can support so many ice field animals."

All the army generals laughed strangely.

At the same time, they remembered what they saw in the warehouse of Bai Clam Port in the afternoon: food neatly stacked like small hills, enough for tens of millions of people to squander for several years.

"We have always known that Black Borneo is a rich and fertile land, but we never thought it could be this fertile. It is simply insanely rich." Balkin waved his cigar vigorously. "Originally, I was still worried that if the Dongyun people sincerely formed an alliance with us and respectfully invited us to enter Black Borneo."

"I'm still worried about how to find an excuse to turn hostile and how to swallow this piece of fat meat!"

Patting his chest hard, patting the spot where he was shot during the day, Balkin grinned and said, "Whoever shot this, it was most likely an Ingish assassin. Whoever it was, they helped us a lot."

"I must not have taken this shot in vain. It was the Dongyun people who assassinated me. They must have sent an assassin."

"They must pay!"

"One White Clam Port is not enough, definitely not enough. My life, Balkin, is not that cheap. I heard that there is a Red Coral Port nearby? A little further away, there is a Black Pearl Port that is even richer and more developed?"

"Let the Far East base send more soldiers, let the mainland mobilize more fleets, and let the domestic shipyards speed up the construction of new warships."

"These black pearls, white clams, and red corals are all ours!"

Balkin shouted loudly: "Don't bother me again because of the loss of those lowly ice beasts. Don't talk nonsense to me unless the army loses 200,000 people."

"Now, find me some fun." Balkin widened his eyes, laughed strangely, and rubbed his hands vigorously.

"As you wish, your Excellency the Duke." Several army generals smiled together. They opened the door of the room, and several guards shouted loudly and pushed a dozen half-naked Dongyun women in.

Balkin's eyes suddenly lit up, flames swirled in his eyes, and a layer of faint flames spurted out of his body again, directly burning his silk pajamas to ashes - his blood was restless, and the side effects of the medicinal wine he had drunk before began to surge wildly.

"Okay, you can go out now. Do you want to watch my live performance?" Balkin shook his head and shouted, "I don't mind your watching, but I'm afraid you will feel inferior because of my fighting ability. Gentlemen, are you sure you want to stay?"

In the white giant clam harbor.

The Saint Ross soldiers were having fun and wreaking havoc on the Dongyun people who were unable to escape.

Only the miserable Saint Rose engineers, under the whipping of half-drunk officers, punched and kicked a group of conscripted Dongyun laborers, urging them to work overnight at several selected locations in the port area.

At nightfall, 30,000 Saint Ross soldiers broke into the jungle, but were defeated and fled.

The Saint Rose warship on the sea immediately launched a retaliatory bombardment at the jungle outside the port. However, the jungle was far beyond the maximum range of the ship's guns, only a little more than a mile away. Even though the ship's guns were hot, they still did not pose any threat to the jungle.

The angry generals of Saint Rose threw the task to these unfortunate engineers, ordering them to build an artillery base in the port area sufficient to cover the damn jungle before the sun rises tomorrow.

Commander Balkin's huge fleet, with more than 200 large cargo ships, transported more than 3,000 artillery pieces of various calibers. Given the temperament of the Saint Ross people, their army artillery had a caliber of more than five inches, and the largest field assault artillery had a caliber of more than twelve inches!

The whip was whistling, and it hit Dongyun's body, making a "pa pa" sound.

The Dongyun people waved their tools frantically, leveled the ground, dug gun positions, shouted slogans, pushed heavy artillery pieces into the positions, and set up sandbags and other shelters.

These artillery positions are close to the eastern edge of the port area. Once the positions are formed, if the enemy still dares to hide in the jungle, thousands of artillery fire will be enough to flatten a large area of ​​jungle. No matter how many enemies are hiding in the jungle, they will be blown to pieces by the artillery fire.

A Saint-Rose engineer colonel waved a whip, stood on a pile of shell boxes piled up into a small hill, and screamed at the top of his voice: "Speed ​​up, girls. Look at those bastards, they are eating meat, drinking, and playing with Dongyun girls, while I have to accompany you here to sweat and do hard labor!"

He raised the wine bag in his hand and took a big gulp. The colonel was about to describe the plumpness and juiciness of the Dongyun women in order to motivate these animals to work overtime overnight. Behind him, a slightly transparent arm suddenly stretched out, grabbed his neck and squeezed it gently.

‘Click’!
The neck, which was almost as thick as that of an ordinary wild boar, broke, and a cold, resolute, translucent face came close to the colonel's face and took a deep breath. Visible gray-white air streams, accompanied by a shrill howl, gushed out from the seven orifices and were swallowed by the translucent face.

Many Saint Ross soldiers who were slacking off and took advantage of the colonel's speech to take a sip from their small wine flasks and large wine bags saw this horrible scene clearly.

Their brains were clouded by alcohol, and as they were nearly illiterate, their brains were barely enough to function normally, let alone when alcohol replaced their brain matter.

They opened their mouths wide, staring blankly at their boss who was falling heavily, and then at the evil ghost who had replaced their boss, standing on the shell box, clad in ancient Qin armor, with large amounts of faint blue-black yin energy surrounding his body.

"When beating a dog, you have to look at its owner!" The evil ghost stood on the shell box and sneered, "The slaves of Dongyun Island are despicable, but they are the slaves raised by Hu Hai. If we want to beat or kill them, we should do it. How can you barbarians take over?"

Previously at Black Pearl Harbor, these Qin soldiers who had transformed into evil spirits turned against Hu Hai.

These Qin soldiers were unwilling to accept this "Second Emperor Qin", a waste who caused the foundation of the Qin Dynasty to collapse. But no matter what, Hu Hai was also a member of the Qin family, a Dongyun person, and a subject under Hu Hai's rule.

In the minds of these Qin soldiers, the Dongyun people were just "island slaves", the most humble "slaves", who could be killed and punished at will. However, whether it was killing or punishing, it should be done by their legitimate masters, that is, these old Qin people!

How dare these Saint Ross soldiers, mere barbarians from the northern ice fields, lowly creatures of the slave generation, invade and disturb the "private property" of the old Qin people?
The evil ghost shouted harshly.

The Saint Rose engineers finally came to their senses.

Their brains were burnt by alcohol, but they were not afraid at all. They roared and called out the name of "Holy Father", picked up nearby engineering shovels and various tools such as spades, and swarmed towards the evil ghost.

The evil ghost grinned and whistled. Behind him, thousands of evil ghosts with translucent bodies and a faint yin aura all over their bodies, holding long spears and swords, flew towards him several feet above the ground.

The long spear stabbed quickly.

The long sword chopped.

The evil ghosts sang the ancient ballad "How can you say you have no clothes" at the top of their lungs, piercing the chests of the Saint Ross soldiers and chopping off their heads. Ghosts roared shrilly, flew out of the Saint Ross soldiers, and were swallowed by the evil ghosts.

The bodies of many evil ghosts gradually became clearer, and gradually there was a sense of fulfillment.

They lined up in neat battle formations, overwhelming the intensively constructed artillery positions. More than a thousand Saint Ross engineers and more than ten thousand forcibly conscripted Dongyun laborers were killed without any resistance.

One after another, powerful yin energy rose into the sky.

Many ghost schools and ghost lieutenants absorbed enough ghosts, and their bodies became the same as real people. The yin energy on their bodies suddenly rose, and the extremely cold yin energy rushed up hundreds of feet high, and suddenly rubbed against the hot and humid air of Black Borneo, immediately producing dark clouds.

The clouds rolled, and the yin energy on the ghost and the yang energy between heaven and earth collided violently. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of thunder, and dark green lightning of an odd color began to roll rapidly in the dark clouds.

"I am the Great Qin!"

In the distance, the ghost general from the Earthly Fairyland was shouting loudly. In his right hand, he was tightly grasping a colorful bronze spear that looked extremely old. In his left hand, he was holding up a flagpole that was as thick as a bowl and about 20 to 30 feet high. A Qin army flag was fluttering in the wind at the top of the flagpole, constantly spewing large amounts of yin energy towards the sky.

'Crack!'
Dozens of dark green lightning bolts were drawn by the negative energy emitted by the military flag and fell together with a terrible roar.

Hundreds of St. Ross engineers, who had drunk too much wine and were extremely excited, were turning their guns to prepare to fire at the attacking armored soldiers and evil spirits. These lightning bolts suddenly fell and immediately detonated the ammunition boxes piled up near the gun positions.

Amidst a loud bang, dozens of large and small caliber artillery pieces were engulfed in the flames of the explosion. Amid the huge explosion, countless limbs and arms flew high into the air. Countless Saint Ross soldiers and Dongyun laborers around them fled in panic, crying and shouting.

"Victory! Victory!! Victory!!!"

Tens of thousands of armored soldiers and evil spirits waved their weapons and shouted in unison.

Freed from Hu Hai's control, the resentment of these warriors and evil spirits that had been suppressed for thousands of years finally dissipated. Although Xing Tianli was not a member of the Great Qin, he re-refined the Qin Banner and incorporated the "spirituality" of two "innate treasures", allowing the Qin Banner to be reborn and free them from the shackles of heaven and earth!

Millions of soldiers and evil spirits still believe in Xing Tianli, the 'new master'!

As long as they are not humiliated under Hu Hai, and as long as they can continue to fight in all directions and conquer the world after their death, these Qin soldiers have nothing else to ask for.

These barbarians.

These slaves!

Hey, kill him!
Some naked Saint Ross soldiers heard the shouting and rushed out of the houses where the people were having fun, holding guns and attacking the armored soldiers and ghosts.

A group of armored soldiers and evil spirits laughed wildly in unison.

The Qin armor on their bodies, which looked old and broken and would turn to ashes if the wind blew, was shining with a faint light. Bullets hit the armor at close range, making only ding-ding sounds and sparks flying, but not even a trace was left on the armor.

"This thing of yours doesn't work!" A group of armored ghosts laughed in unison, whizzed past the screaming and shouting Saint Ross soldiers, and easily harvested their lives.

Gradually, the terrified shouts of the Saint Rose soldiers resounded throughout the White Clam Port.

"Devil, devil, oh merciful Father!"

(End of this chapter)