In the ancient classics of the Moon Kingdom, which have lost even the method of interpreting the text, it is said that the power of the ghosts who have not yet surrendered to the First Emperor is recorded, which is comparable to the power of the gods.
Its content has been translated from generation to generation, and the most impressive description in the version sung in the Japanese language today is: "It is more than ten feet high. If it moves, the house will be destroyed and people will die."
The unit of "zhang" that is no longer commonly used in Crescent Continent is about one to three when converted into "meters" in Rigal. This means that the so-called "ten feet" is approximately a height of more than "30 meters". Such a physique is only I am afraid even the strong earth dragon will be vulnerable to them, far exceeding the current average size of the ghost clan of two to three meters.
Perhaps just like the history that has been passed down in the form of myths and stories in other places, after a long period of interpretation, changes in measurement units, the loss of the original text, and the addition of embellishments by later copyists and other complex reasons, the stories that people know today have become different from the original text. It's completely different and is the product of massive exaggeration.
Because in the ancient books of Xinyuezhou, the height of men in the past was often described in units of seven feet and eight feet. Ten feet is equal to one foot. If converted in this way, people with a height of more than two meters seemed to be everywhere in this land in the past.
Compared with the collective body size shrinkage of the creatures on this land for some unknown reason, the speculation that it is an exaggerated artistic description like the heroic figure in Rigar myth who can breathe fire at two meters is obviously more credible.
But putting aside the exaggerated parts, it is undoubtedly true that the size of the Oni clan slowly shrank over thousands of years after surrendering to Kazuto.
The wild mountain ghosts are obviously larger than the ghosts who live in ghosts and follow Japanese etiquette and wear armor, but the price of this huge physique is that their intelligence becomes very poor. They are closer to those ogres in Rigar and have more in common with humans and beasts than humans.
What is the difference between mountain ghosts and ghost tribes, who only have instincts in their minds and cannot understand language, emotions and rationality?
As a being that is so similar to a human yet inhuman, and once respected as a god but also feared as a disaster, Kazuto scholars have naturally never stopped studying the ghost clan.
Accept Kazuto culture or return to the mountains. One person is obviously intelligent, possesses civilization and etiquette, can make tools, and understands tactical commands, which is more in line with humankind's understanding of "progress"; but the other person who is dismissed as "atavistic" Has overwhelming strength and physical superiority. Which is the normal state of the ghost clan? Scholars with positive and negative views often argue with each other for several days.
But most of them agree with this view:
When the wild mountain ghosts and the ghosts in the ghost village are one-on-one, the former usually wins by relying on their larger physique and strength; but when the well-trained regular ghosts gather into an army, they lack training and cooperation like wild beasts. Ordinary mountain ghosts will definitely be defeated.
Mountain ghosts are the most realistic and terrifying threat in the Crescent Continent today. In front of these violent giants who can easily destroy houses and are tireless and painless, the armor and weapons of the Japanese warriors are so pale and powerless.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the existence of a mountain ghost can completely annihilate a hundred-man ashigaru brigade. They are such powerful beings——
But strength is always relative.
"Bang——!!"
The red-skinned head with short, sharp horns on its forehead flew out in an arc with irregular wounds torn apart by an even greater force. When it landed heavily on the blue-tiled roof, the huge force immediately caused the The tiles flew apart and shattered, and even the wooden beams below were broken.
stunned.
The white-haired girl had never seen such a brutal and efficient fighting method.
——Let’s turn the time back dozens of minutes ago——
When the group of people arrived near the new capital, Mira glanced back at the refugee team in the distance, where even the end of the team could no longer be seen. The urban area of Xinjing was far more chaotic than they thought at the beginning: traces of fires could be seen everywhere, which seemed to be caused by the refugee problem they heard about on the way here; the doors of many shops that had survived the earthquake were violently broken down. Open it, and you can see the looted mess inside. Bloody and broken clothes were piled up in a pile at the entrance of the alley. Dirty ditch rats were rummaging among them. Several "chichiji" screamed and competed with each other for some dead bones with a shape that made people unwilling to think deeply.
Before I left, Xinjing was extremely prosperous, and all I could see was a sea of people. But now, there were only the sounds of abandoned cats and dogs, and the originally hidden ditch rats and insects, scurrying around looking for anything to eat. .
"Bah-" He stepped on a half-eaten kitten corpse, and the dirty and scarred domestic dog bared its teeth at its kind. Both sides were intimidating each other and trying to grab food, but when a group of people came over, they quickly picked up their tails and knocked away the debris with a "dong" sound, and fled through the alleys extending in all directions.
People in the outer city have already fled, but some people in the inner city seem to be clinging to their dilapidated houses.
This was judged by the sound of the doors and windows quickly closing as the group approached.
The smell of smoke and corpses accompanies the sewers being clogged by the debris of houses that collapsed during the earthquake, and the stench caused by days of accumulated water and high summer temperatures permeates the streets of this imperial pearl that the Moon Kingdom is proud of. .
Where high temperatures, stagnant water, and abundant food breed mosquito swarms, the bodies of those killed in the earthquake may be buried beneath the rubble and debris.
Traces of rescue efforts can be seen in some places: large stones that have been moved away; broken beams and wooden boards still inserted into the stone piles, which appear to be used as crowbars, but judging from the scale, it is more like the futile efforts of relatives. It is a feeble attempt rather than a powerful and efficient action organized by the Xinjing government.
These details, combined with the lack of samurai command in the refugee team and the fact that their group was outside the walls of Xinjing but not a single samurai could see them, silently told them——
I'm afraid something happened to the top management of Xinjing.
And these changes may be related to the flash of white they saw in their eyes.
In the gaps between the ruins of the collapsed southeastern city wall; in the corners of houses and alleys abandoned by residents outside the city, white and simple fairy trees bloomed everywhere.
And when the densely packed fairy trees growing on the scarred ruins of the Imperial Capital of the Moon Country swayed in the wind, the white color that was supposed to represent purity actually reminded everyone present of the maggots that were constantly wriggling on the corpse, causing... A kind of creepiness and shudder comes from the bottom of my heart.
When a group of them planned to pass through the breach in the southeastern city wall, Erica slowed down. She slowly stretched out her hand towards the breach, and then quickly moved her hand as if it was burned by fire. He pulled back with a sound of "Zhi——".
"The expulsion spell is buried in the foundation of the city wall." She said, Mira half understood.
Erica then explained: "With this thing, we can't enter the new capital area." She took off her cloak, and her muscular body was not wearing armor but was wearing tight-fitting clothes commonly worn by east coast adventurers. dress up. With the instigation of the magic pool, electric sparks appeared in her hands, and then she attached this power to the silver-white spear under the obsessed eyes of the doctor on the side. When she pointed towards the root of the damaged city wall, The sound of thunder sounded loudly, but was immediately defeated by some more powerful invisible force.
"..." The silver-haired lady silently mobilized the power of thunder again, but this time it was difficult to condense it. There were only subtle sparks of electric sparks but failed to condense into shape.
"Are you so weak that you can't even take the initiative to guide me to your side? You can't even compare to a corpse." The magister Muer on the side seemed to have the same mocking attitude towards the silver-haired lady as he did towards Mira. While turning his head and raising the wand, he said: "It takes time to analyze. I will leave those things to you when I dismantle it."
"Wannalan." The tall and silent dragon warrior stepped forward as soon as the other party finished speaking.
He directly ignored some kind of barrier that seemed to have an extraordinary effect on Erica, walked through the gap and entered the interior of the new capital.
"Things? What things?" Leng Touqing, who had not yet noticed a smell similar to rotten eggs floating in the air, was still asking.
Earth-shaking footsteps sounded.
Erica's actions seemed to trigger something.
"You can still execute it even if you lose yourself. Is this the reason why the simpler and stupider things are, the more reliable they are." Muer's mocking tone reached its peak at this moment. Although the mask was blocking it, Mira could still imagine the devil. The instructor raised the corners of his mouth with disdain.
"This is what humans call magic."
The twisted runes on the crimson skin glowed with dark red light and shadow.
When they appeared at the end of the rubble-filled street, a group of crows pecking at corpses in the alley were immediately frightened and flew away.
When humans in Rigar are contaminated by ghouls, they will turn into some kind of ghoul-like existence, violent, irrational and full of aggression.
So what if the ghost race, which is more powerful than humans, will also be contaminated?
The deformed and broken thick armor was covered with scratches left by sword slashing and large bow shooting. One of the heads and even the chin was smashed into pieces by the Xinjing army's barrage of artillery fire.
There were several short spears inserted into the thigh muscles below the grass fold. They were broken, and some of them were still connected to tightly held human arms.
The strengthening runes that should only be used for a short period of time have become permanently lit, and their reddened and enlarged muscles are more like wild mountain ghosts than normal ghosts - those muscles hold up the armor. It was so tight that the brass buckles on the side waist were deformed.
The ghost gold rod that dragged along the ground blasted away a large amount of debris along the way, and rushed towards the direction of the group of people with an astonishing and unstoppable momentum at a speed comparable to the charge of a war horse.
Wannalan stood calmly in front of everyone.
Even though his body of more than three meters high could not block the gap in the entire eastern city wall, his back seemed to be able to withstand even the sky falling.
And when he took off the cloak, which should have been made of cloth but was too bulky and fell to the ground with a loud muffled sound, the strong body that had been hidden under it for this period of time was revealed to the mortals for the first time. .
The golden armor that reminds you of ancient glory days is full of scars and damage. The arms that are not armored in pursuit of flexibility have a defensive power that is not inferior to that of mortal steel armor. The hard scales are also full of large scales. Traces of small and large battles.
And when he took off the huge curved war hammer from his back, the lapis lazuli-colored hammer head, which was as big as a human torso, reflected the setting sun of the nearby evening when he encountered demons. The heads together form a scene that is terrifying but also possesses a certain classical beauty.
"Hiss-ta-da-da-da" The breath of the king of beasts has a rhythmic clicking sound. This is caused by the unique nasal structure of the dragon tribe. This is also the fundamental reason why humans and other races cannot learn dragon language.
6 versus 1.
There were six mountain ghosts rushing towards them from different directions on hands and knees. Although they were arranged in order, the astonishing momentum made the Luoan girl feel creepy just looking at them.
Galeva next to him took a step back, while Lulu looked around to see where she could hide.
But neither Henry nor Erica seemed to want to help.
Mu'er silently used the technique, not even willing to look this way.
It was like the mad ghost warrior who had fought an entire army of Crescent Continent warriors and won.
So unworthy of mention.
"Ta-ta." The unusually huge first paw tapped on the stone floor, and then Wannalan raised his heels.
The next second, the above scene appeared in the eyes of the Luoan girl.
"Bang!!" Wannalan fell directly in front of the mountain ghost with overwhelming brute force. The moment the warhammer fell, it directly dented the 4mm ghost steel armor that could not be destroyed by human power. After the collarbone caused a devastating blow, he used the flexibility that was not suitable for a huge body of more than three meters to hook the collar of the mountain ghost's armor with his claws and climbed onto it, and then the hook of the other foot penetrated deeply. In the unprotected neck, he struggled to draw outward.
A large piece of the thick epidermis and throat connective tissue was torn off with a "snap" and fell to the ground, followed by blood with a familiar dark black liquid splashing out from the mountain ghost's thick carotid artery. When the tough-skinned warrior dug his strong fingers into the wound, he used the mountain ghost who was about to die as a fulcrum to rotate his entire body.
"Hiss--Crack!!" The ghost's cervical vertebrae, which were stronger than humans, couldn't withstand the huge force and were abruptly broken and thrown away. At the same time, Wannalan's huge tail hammer with spikes also appeared. With the help of the rotation, it smashed into the side of the head of another mountain ghost.
Using the first ghost as a fulcrum, his tail hammer attack was level with the second ghost's head.
The skull of the ghost, which could withstand direct fire from a heavy bow, and even had only its lower jaw smashed under the attack of the Hundred Sons Cannon, could not survive the huge force comparable to that of a siege ram. His skull was directly smashed, his brain was overflowing, and his tail was stuck. Wannalan landed from the headless mountain ghost and flicked his tail slightly. He pulled out the tail hammer with blood and dirt on it. As the brains and skull fragments fell to the ground with a patter, he was already running towards the next group of enemies.
It takes less than 10 seconds to engage the enemy.
For a mortal, this was an enemy that required all-out efforts, extraordinary sacrifices, and even luck to defeat him. He couldn't even touch him, so he turned into a silent corpse.
Among the five major races, the orcs do not have clear and unified appearance characteristics like humans or elves.
They are a humanoid race with the soul and characteristics of beasts. They cannot use magic in the conventional sense, but they have pushed their physical combat capabilities to the extreme.
Depending on the type of beast soul fused to it, orcs can be divided into branches specializing in strength, dexterity, or endurance.
But as beings who stand on the commanding heights of the entire race, dragon people have become extremely rare after thousands of years of war.
It is the purest and most comprehensive pinnacle work.
Brutal, agile, and efficient.
He was covered in weapons.
The strong snout driven by the thick wing muscles is enough to bite through thin plate armor, and a single impact on the head, which is protected by hard scales, is enough to cause the opponent's head to break and bleed.
The thick tail is like a third hand, and every swing can bring a devastating blow. The unique high speed of dactyls and the flexibility brought by anti-joints combined with the huge claws allow him to mobilize his huge body to easily climb onto surrounding houses and opponents.
A mountain ghost who lost his flexibility and combat skills after going berserk and can only wield blunt weapons without thinking.
There was absolutely no chance of resistance in front of him.
"Boom, boom--!!" The armor pieces mounted with a complex braided rope structure collided with each other, and the huge torso of the last mountain ghost that attacked crashed to the ground.
Black blood slowly overflowed from the wound, and Wannalan, whose claws and fangs were stained with the enemy's blood, turned around without saying a word.
The setting sun was gradually setting, and the group of people entering the city from the southeast were facing the setting sun in the west.
And his silhouette stands among the backlit city ruins.
Together with the white flowers swaying silently.
It's like a battle that has been going on since ancient times.
A prelude rewritten today.
