The scene was chaotic; under the stimuli of fear and hatred, many barbarians were completely mad.

If humans were full of hatred towards these barbarians, then the barbarians' hatred for humans was probably even greater.

This expedition into the human world, the barbarians dispatched all able-bodied youths they could muster, gathering nearly fifty thousand for the expeditionary force, leaving behind only the old, weak, women, and children in the tribes. It could be said they exhausted the entire tribe's strength, yet now this army was reduced to less than one in ten, with some tribes' youths even completely wiped out.

A barbarian saw Chen Shouyi swiftly approaching and was just about to swing a whip when half his arm was sliced off. Before the arm fell from the body, a fierce flash of sword light, as fleeting as a startled swan, cleaved him and his head in two.

Chen Shouyi's swordsmanship level had already reached mastery: 12. This kind of swordsmanship exceeded most martial artists, each move astonishing in power, the sword as quick as lightning.

Against the completely overwhelming strength of the Barbarian God, it was naturally ineffective, but to the ordinary barbarians, in his eyes were no more than immobile wooden stakes, even though these barbarians generally possessed the physique of martial artists.

A nearby woman, barely escaping death and in tattered clothes, saw Chen Shouyi and excitedly wanted to run over, trying to seek protection.

Chen Shouyi shot a cold look at the oblivious woman and barked angrily:

"Get lost!"

The woman was so disoriented by the sound waves that by the time she regained her senses, Chen Shouyi had already vanished, weaving through the crowd like a specter, his sword occasionally felling barbarians to the ground. In just over ten seconds, fifteen barbarians already lay dead at his hands.

His actions finally drew the barbarians' attention.

A barbarian mixed in the crowd attempted to sneak attack from behind; without even looking, Chen Shouyi twisted and side-kicked him heavily in the head.

With a loud "bang," the head exploded like a watermelon, the corpse soaring into the air.

The barbarians were scattered, almost all mixed in the crowd, rendering sight almost useless here because everywhere around were running people. He could only rely on keen hearing to locate those hiding barbarians.

Just then, a shell from several kilometers away struck the hillside, producing a fierce explosion.

Chen Shouyi quickly glanced upward.

...

The shell did not hit the barbarians on the mountain, the explosion center still over a hundred meters from the nearest barbarian, but it induced violent chaos and panic among them.

A flash of terror crossed the Barbarian King's face; the roar of the shell like heavenly thunder triggered memories of that terrifying night of falling heavenly fire, instantly quelling his desire to fight.

"All tribesmen, retreat!" he shouted.

"No, we must fight! How dare you defy my lord's will." The sect leader beside him angrily pointed at the Barbarian King, loudly proclaiming. The God of Courage's fate was still unknown, how could the army possibly retreat?

The divine might made the Barbarian King hesitate for a moment, but the next instant, his face twisted viciously, he seized the sect leader's neck with a giant hand: "God? Where's God? My tribesmen have died enough."

All the barbarians stood stunned, unable to react to the sudden situation before them.

The sect leader's face turned crimson, his body struggled violently, his mouth gaping, trying to say something, but the Barbarian King gave him no chance, squeezing viciously, and with a "crack" sound, like breaking a cucumber, his neck snapped cleanly, severing head from body.

Without a glance, he shouted loudly, his voice booming like thunder: "The God of Courage has fallen. This is a devil's world; those who remain will die. Now all tribesmen, retreat, we're going home."

During this, several more shells fell nearby, underscoring his words perfectly.

The crowd immediately erupted into chaos.

Some were angry, some fearful, some confused...

A number of barbarians hesitated, gradually following the Barbarian King, yet not even a third. The majority remained, refusing to believe the god had fallen.

After all, in their eyes, God was so mighty, great, and immortal. How could he possibly fall?

The more barbaric and backward the civilization, the more blind the faith, and royal power was utterly powerless against divine authority, hardly anyone followed the Barbarian King's escape.

Once the Barbarian King left, the Vice Sect Leader immediately stepped forward, shouting frantically:

"Followers, the King has betrayed my lord, profaned the divine, he is the tribe's sinner, no longer our king.

All my lord's followers, your piousness is being tested, for my lord's great deeds, for eternal life in the divine country after death, slay these vile evil slaves."

The barbarians, from confusion and fear, slowly grew resolute and fearless, even fervent.

With a "boom," a shell finally exploded amidst the crowd, dozens of barbarians blasted apart, limbs flying, yet no hint of fear showed on any barbarian faces. Frenzied or numb, they madly rushed downhill.

Shells sporadically fell among the barbarian crowd, launching numerous barbarian corpses into the air.

...

Chen Shouyi slashed a barbarian in two with one sword, and at last, the scattering crowd gradually disappeared, leaving the ground littered with corpses, captured humans, barbarians, and soldiers alike.

Numerous soldiers, mixed with barbarians, had charged into the formation, resulting in heavy casualties.

If not for the presence of martial artists in the ranks, and considering the barbarians at the foot of the mountain were mostly ordinary, the casualties would likely have been even greater.

Originally, these losses could have been greatly reduced, but in extreme fear, people nearly lost all rationality, like drowning individuals, instinctively grasping at anything to survive.

As the battlefield's captives gradually disappeared, bullets finally began to rain densely.

Machine guns started intense shooting, rocket launchers also began to show their might.

Chen Shouyi dared not charge forward further; on a bullet-rain battlefield, such actions would be suicidal, so he immediately retreated to the original formation.

"Are you hurt?" Song Jieying asked.

"I'm fine!" said Chen Shouyi.

"President Chen yet a grand martial artist, how could he be hurt!" Xue Youcheng's sinister face blossomed into a smile, even the long scar on his face wearing an ingratiating expression.

Chen Shouyi sheathed his sword and switched to the war bow, shooting arrows one after another, the battle by now nearly settled.

A large number of barbarians, running down from the mountain, hadn't even approached before being hit by the rain of bullets.

Only a few powerful barbarian warriors could resist; these barbarians had physiques comparable to Chen Shouyi's, some even stronger. With astonishing speed and keen danger sense, every bullet missed, they even had energy to counterattack, killing many soldiers with primitive bows or short spears.

However, when they caught the soldiers' attention, turning gun muzzles, especially when dozens of heavy machine guns began shooting without blind spots, facing the curtain of bullets, they eventually died with regret.

It wasn't that the barbarians weren't strong enough, but due to their lack of understanding of human weapons, and lack of corresponding combat strategy.

If it were a human grand martial artist, the first response would never be to clash directly with a combat-ready organized army, but to dodge the edge, relying on terrain, speed, and reaction, through ambush or assassination, causing the army grave troubles.

Ps: Yesterday's chapter got a warning for explicit content.

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