Chapter Eleven of the Romantic Continent: A Hundred Riders Stomp the Camp

A massive bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, like a ferocious silver dragon tearing through the black heavens.

"What terrifying lightning magic! Who could have unleashed this?"

Ye Tianlong couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, inwardly groaning. Spending so much time with Princess Qian had greatly improved his understanding of magic. Even a great mage like Princess Qian couldn't create such a lightning bolt; there were probably only one or two people on the entire continent capable of it. Moreover,

Ye Tianlong knew that the Holy Temple Legion didn't have anyone capable of unleashing such powerful lightning. It could only be within Gilmans's army. When did Gilmans recruit such a powerful mage? This posed a significant threat to the Holy Temple Legion.

Meanwhile, in the Karst Valley below, the two fire dragons had joined together. Because the advance was blocked, the people behind continued to push forward, naturally increasing the number of people in the valley. The soldiers began to set up camp, preparing to launch a major attack on the Holy Temple Legion's positions after dawn.

Just as Ye Tianlong was racking his brains, a drop of water landed on his head, followed by a thunderbolt.

"What's going on?"

Ye Tianlong looked up in confusion. Had the enemy discovered his hiding place?

Another drop of water landed on his face, followed by another terrifying bolt of lightning that streaked across the sky.

Instantly, a torrential downpour began! The long-brewing thunderstorm erupted completely, as if someone had punched a hole in the sky, and the rain poured out!

In an instant, the world was plunged back into endless darkness. The fires in front of the Temple Legion's positions and the torches of the Girimans army were all extinguished instantly, and chaos ensued.

As another bright bolt of lightning flashed, a flash of inspiration struck Ye Tianlong.

This was the opportunity, a golden opportunity.

With a whistle, a hundred Temple Guards appeared behind Ye Tianlong in a complete formation. As expected of carefully selected warriors, they remained spirited and composed even in the pouring rain.

Yu Zhu, Cynthia, and the others beside him took the reins from the Temple Guards and leaped onto their warhorses.

"This is divine intervention; this is the best opportunity to defeat Gilimans,"

Ye Tianlong said, his voice clear and precise, each word reaching the Temple Guards' ears. The Temple Guards raised their weapons and roared in unison.

With a long laugh, Ye Tianlong leaped onto his own horse and waved his hand sharply forward.

"Let's go! Let's take Gilimans' head!"

His relaxed tone, as if it were a trivial matter, instantly filled the Temple Guards with confidence.

Pulling down his visor and spurring his horse, Ye Tianlong led the Temple Guards down the Karst Valley, braving the torrential rain.

In the blink of an eye, they reached Gilimans' camp. With a shout, Ye Tianlong charged in first.

The soldiers, scrambling to set up camp and shelter from the torrential rain, never expected a force to attack from the flank. In their panic, they couldn't discern the enemy's numbers, and scattered in disarray.

Ye Tianlong led the charge, with Yu Zhu, Cynthia, and other goddess warriors flanking him like wings, forming a sharp, piercing spear. Behind them, a hundred temple guards charged through the central camp of Girimans, slaughtering anyone in their path.

After slicing through several enemy soldiers, Ye Tianlong's Heavenly Demon Holy Sword drew streaks of black light in the air, instantly turning dozens of knights rushing towards him into a rain of blood.

"It's Ye Tianlong..." A knight wielding a lance, who had just charged in, cried out in terror upon seeing the red and black light of the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword.

Seeing his identity recognized, Ye Tianlong, without hesitation, shouted, "Ye Tianlong is here! Those who block my way shall die!"

This caused even greater chaos for the Gilimans army. The thought that Ye Tianlong, the new emperor, would appear here meant they had fallen into his ambush.

"Ye Tianlong has led his troops in..."

News spread rapidly in the darkness. None of the Gilimans soldiers expected Ye Tianlong to have only a little over a hundred men. Seeing Ye Tianlong's red and black sword energy dancing, they immediately chose to flee.

The deafening shouts throughout the camp, originating from an unknown source, prevented any of the Gilimans soldiers from blocking Ye Tianlong's path.

After charging through three camps, Ye Tianlong finally reached Gilimans' central army camp.

Gilimans, who had already gone into his tent to rest, was startled by the shouts of the soldiers. He put on his armor and came out of his tent to investigate, wanting to understand what was happening.

Unexpectedly, when Gilmans lifted the tent flap, the first thing he saw was Ye Tianlong and Yuzhu leaping over the wagon array surrounding the central command tent. Gilmans was a very cautious man, so his central command tent was protected by a network of supply wagons, with no other way out except through the main gate.

Unable to find the main gate immediately, Ye Tianlong simply leaped from his horse over the supply wagons, followed closely by the women of the Dark Clan, while Cynthia and the other goddess warriors led the hundred temple guards around the wagon array.

The personal guard protecting the central command tent swarmed in, with over fifty of the most skilled knights at the forefront.

Ye Tianlong and Yuzhu, one on the left and one on the right, charged into Gilmans' personal guard without hesitation.

Longswords flashed, black lightning and red-black sword light constantly intertwining.

The next moment, countless limbs and pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and the spray of blood once again stained the earth red. The once vigorous knights and warhorses were reduced to countless lifeless chunks of flesh, scattered on the ground.

Almost without pause, Ye Tianlong and Yuzhu charged towards the second group of enemy soldiers.

Wherever their swords shone, nothing could stop them; the scene was like a devastating force, appearing instantly before the fleeing Gilmans. Behind Ye Tianlong and Yuzhu lay a path made of countless pieces of flesh and limbs.

"Lord Gilmans, it's been a long time!"

Amidst Ye Tianlong's loud laughter, Gilmans's expression changed slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm and also burst into laughter.

"Ye Tianlong, your death is near!"

More than ten of Gilmans's personal guards charged wildly towards Ye Tianlong with his laughter, their swords flashing, forming a dense net of blades that instantly engulfed Ye Tianlong's entire figure.

Meanwhile, more and more soldiers emerged from the guard tents near the main tent to reinforce Ye Tianlong. Behind him, the killing intent surged and crashed like a monstrous wave.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, Ye Tianlong and Yu Zhu knew that any delay would have unpredictable consequences.

"Forward! Kill Gilimans!"

Ye Tianlong signaled to Yu Zhu, his entire body becoming one with his sword, transforming into a pillar of light and fire, rushing straight towards the mountain of blades and sea of swords before him.

Behind Ye Tianlong, Yu Zhu's longsword emitted a black sword light, and with each swing, a massive killing intent expanded rapidly. Within a radius of fifteen feet centered on her, the air seemed to solidify instantly, forming a black hemisphere that forcefully shredded the enemy soldiers attacking from behind into countless pieces of flesh and blood.

No one dared to challenge him. More than ten elite guards were reduced to countless lifeless chunks of flesh amidst the red and black sword light, scattering in all directions and landing on the ground.

Gilmans, who was rapidly retreating, suddenly froze. Several specks of blood and flesh splattered onto his face and body, but he paid them no heed. The divine power displayed by Ye Tianlong had cast a massive shadow of death over him.

"You fat pig, prepare to die!"

A pillar of sword light enveloped Gilmans' entire body, making him dare not be careless in the slightest.

Ye Tianlong's sword force had already controlled Gilmans's movements. Even if Gilmans wanted to retreat, he had no chance, because any movement of his would trigger Ye Tianlong's wild and fierce attack.

Raising his hands, two short swords crossed in front of his chest, he focused entirely on defending against Ye Tianlong's attack. Gilmans's throat gurgled, unable to utter a single word.

Only now did Ye Tianlong realize that Gilmans possessed extremely powerful martial arts skills. Even his current defensive stance contained immense potential for a counterattack.

Although Ye Tianlong knew that Gilmans was waiting for him to strike, only then could Gilmans find an opportunity to escape or even launch a fierce counterattack. However, Ye Tianlong could only unleash his full power, striving to kill his opponent in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, as Ye Tianlong's sword strike began, the energy drew in, and the short sword in Gilmans's hand suddenly began to spin rapidly without warning, emitting an incredibly shrill and strange sound.

"Cross Ghost Sword!"

Ye Tianlong knew of such a bizarre technique within the Moon Temple, and today he finally witnessed its power; it was indeed astonishing.

The two short swords transformed into two streaks of black energy, rushing towards Ye Tianlong at high speed and ferocity. A suffocating, eerie killing intent surged and crashed like a monstrous wave, continuously expanding until it filled the entire space. The ability

to strike late but arrive first is precisely the most terrifying aspect of the Cross Ghost Sword, and also the tactic that Gilmans considered his most brilliant move.

Gathering all his strength, Ye Tianlong's Heavenly Demon Holy Sword transformed into a blazing fireball, its long afterimage sweeping across the earth like a bright red comet.

In an instant, the red sphere of light collided violently with two black dragons. A deafening roar echoed throughout the space; the explosive force, like a tsunami, engulfed everything within a three-zhang radius.

The central command tent behind Gilmans had already been overturned by the raging energy, and the two battle flags at the tent entrance flew ten zhang away in disarray.

As the dust settled, Gilmans and Ye Tianlong stood facing each other, motionless, like two statues.

Silence reigned; even the soldiers who had rushed to their aid, shouting, stopped in their tracks, staring blankly at Ye Tianlong and Gilmans.

"Good skills, good courage, the world is yours..." Gilmans, his face deathly pale, gurgled for a while before suddenly laughing bitterly at Ye Tianlong.

Crimson blood spread rapidly across his body as he spoke, instantly covering his entire form. It turned out that in this clash, the powerful impact of the sword energy had shattered all of Gilmans's blood vessels. When that burst of true energy dissipated, all the wounds burst open.

"Give him a quick death!" Yu Zhu appeared beside Ye Tianlong, whispering to him.

Nodding silently, Ye Tianlong swung his sword fiercely, a jet of blood shooting three feet high. Gilmans's head was sucked into Yu Zhu's hand.

"Lord Zuo Zai is dead..."

"The Lord is dead..."

Exclamations erupted one after another. Gilmans's central army collapsed instantly. Soldiers scattered wildly throughout the camp, the already chaotic troops becoming even more panicked upon hearing the news.

With a deafening roar, the entire army began a horrific rout. Countless people formed a terrifying vortex, and nothing could stop the fleeing soldiers. This was the epitome of a defeated army collapsing like a mountain.

Suddenly, a deafening battle cry erupted from the front—the Temple Legion, holding their position, had launched a counterattack.

Unaware of the number of enemy troops behind them, and hearing of the death of their lord, Gilemans, the 60,000-strong noble army crumbled and joined the fleeing masses.

The Karst Valley, shrouded in torrential rain, became a horrific killing field. The chaotic, frantic flow of people trampled each other in the muddy terrain, countless falling at the feet of their comrades, flesh and bones turning to mud. The blood on the ground was so deep that even the rain couldn't wash it away.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong had already joined forces with the hundred Temple Guards led by Cynthia and the others, and they had safely retreated from the south to the higher ground of the valley.

Watching the surging crowd below, flowing like a tide towards the narrow passage behind, those who moved slowly were quickly pushed down by those behind, becoming flesh and blood beneath their feet. Ye Tianlong couldn't help but marvel inwardly. In such a scene, even the most skilled martial artist could only drift along with the tide.

A general-looking man stood in the middle of the road, trying to stop the fleeing soldiers, but after killing a dozen or so, he was engulfed by the tidal wave of fleeing soldiers, then fell, trampled underfoot.

"Huh, when did Gilimans shrink his ears?"

Ye Tianlong was watching when he suddenly heard Yu Zhu beside him ask this question.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to look at the woman from the Dark Clan. Glancing at Ye

Tianlong somewhat embarrassedly, Yu Zhu pointed to Gilimans's head at her feet and whispered to Ye Tianlong, "I just felt his ears were a little smaller."

Ye Tianlong was stunned. He knew that the women of the Dark Clan had an astonishing memory for facial features, which was also the most prominent trait of assassins.

Unable to resist, Ye Tianlong picked up Gilmans's head and examined it closely. The more he looked, the more suspicious he became. Recalling their earlier encounter, he realized Gilmans had been far too easy to deal with; he was nothing like the cunning old fox he knew.

Based on the intelligence he had gathered and the descriptions of Gilmans by Yue Ru and Yu Fengwu, Ye Tianlong had confirmed that Lord Zuo Zai was a formidable figure with extraordinary skills. However, Gilmans's performance in their recent exchange had far exceeded his expectations.

With careful consideration, Ye Tianlong became increasingly certain that the head in his hand was not the real Gilmans. Just as he was about to discard it, he suddenly remembered that regardless of its authenticity, the head would still be extremely useful in this situation.

By dawn, the Karst Valley was deserted, leaving only a landscape littered with mutilated corpses, a scene of carnage and blood, a veritable hell on earth.

When Ye Tianlong appeared before the Temple Legion, carrying Gilimans' head and escorted by a hundred Temple Guards, the soldiers of the Temple Legion, who had fought all night, erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Long live the Emperor!"

At that moment, Ye Tianlong's bravery was deeply etched into their hearts.

In the Battle of Karst Valley, Ye Tianlong led a hundred cavalrymen through Gilimans' camp and personally beheaded him. His prestige soared to an astonishing level, and many even crowned him the greatest warrior in the world.

In this battle, the Temple Legion suffered fewer than a thousand casualties, killed over ten thousand enemies, captured over twenty-three thousand, and nearly thirty thousand died from being trampled to death. Lusala of Fenglin Prefecture and Lihstan of Guangxing Prefecture were all trampled to death by fleeing soldiers, and Samrila of Changli Prefecture surrendered with his eight thousand cavalrymen on the battlefield.

On the morning of the third day, Tuning, who was guarding Linji City, learned of Gilimans' defeat and death and immediately led 5,000 garrison troops to surrender.

While the Temple Legion rested and expanded in Linji City, Zuo Lanxin also led high-ranking officials from the Temple to Linji City to reward the soldiers and officially announce the Temple Legion's joining Ye Tianlong's ranks. Having witnessed the new emperor's divine power, the Temple Legion soldiers were naturally happy to obey.

Even though some high-ranking priests opposed this decision, the High Priestess's authority had already been affirmed and supported by the masses, and Ye Tianlong's performance had proven his ability; the dissenting voices were quickly drowned out.

That night, a celebratory banquet was held in Linji City, attended by both Ye Tianlong and Zuo Lanxin.

The official public appearance of the new emperor and the High Priestess of the Temple signified their close relationship.

Before the banquet began, with some extra time, Ye Tianlong went to the back hall to relax.

"Your Majesty!"

A woman dressed as a maid approached and bowed respectfully to Ye Tianlong. Sensing something unusual about this maid's demeanor and aura—clearly not an ordinary maid—his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately focused his gaze.

At that moment, the maid raised her head, meeting Ye Tianlong's eyes without fear. From her brows and eyes, Ye Tianlong suddenly recognized a familiar face.

"It's you..." Startled, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Indeed, it is I. Your Majesty's eyesight is indeed remarkable." The maid smiled, raising a slender, jade-like finger to her lips, gesturing for Ye Tianlong to speak softly.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Ye Tianlong made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent; his words naturally carried a chilling aura.

"Of course I'm afraid, but how could Your Majesty bear to kill me?"

The maid's smile made Ye Tianlong's teeth itch with hatred, but he didn't know how to deal with her.

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