MM Racing Chapter 191 Triumph
Chapter 191 Triumph
The human army stood on the battlefield, their armor stained with blood—their own, their comrades', and the blood of the alien beasts.
He Beiting took a step forward.
Three more claw marks appeared on his armor, and the armor on his left arm was broken, revealing his bandaged arm underneath.
He pressed his right fist against his chest, looking at the dark silver figure standing in the center of the pile of monster corpses.
"Song Chen".
They didn't call him Councilor Song by his full name.
Thirty thousand people simultaneously pressed their right fists to their chests, followed by a unified roar.
"Song Chen!"
Song Chen stood in the center of the pile of corpses, the Tianjun Blade hanging by his side, its tip still dripping blood.
Bei Ming's dark silver armor plates were covered with layers of strange beast blood.
The visor was pushed up, revealing his face.
He heard 30,000 people shouting his name, and then he raised the Heavenly Blade, the blood on its blade being blown away by the north wind.
The roar of 30,000 people rose even higher.
North of the battlefield, the fleeing beasts have disappeared into the snow and wind of the Mongolian Plateau.
The frozen soil of Irontooth Valley is soaked in the blood of strange beasts and will not thaw until spring.
Further north, on the Arctic ice plains, the main force of the Sirius Clan is on its way to conquer the Ice Demon Clan.
Song Chen sheathed his knife, then turned around to face north.
The north wind blew his hair up, and snowflakes fell on Beiming's shoulder armor.
Thirty thousand men followed behind him, their battle flags fluttering in the north wind.
Song Chen raised his right hand high and said, "Soldiers, let's go home. Flowers and honors await us."
"go home!"
"go home!"
"go home!"
……
The triumphant team returned to Kitahara Base City the following evening.
The city gates were opened wide, and a million people from across the city flooded the streets.
Along the long street from the city gate to the garrison commander's residence, human walls were stacked one on top of another, with children riding on adults' shoulders and the elderly being helped to stand on the edge of flower beds.
Someone leaned halfway out of a window of a residential building, holding up a sign written on a bed sheet.
"Kitahara Wansheng".
"Long live Representative Song!"
Song Chen walked at the front of the group.
On the dark silver armor plates of Beiming, the blood of the strange beasts had dried, layer upon layer: silver-gray Sirius blood, ice-blue dragon lizard blood, and dark green dire crocodile blood.
The cheers from both sides of the long street echoed all the way from the city gate to the garrison commander's residence.
Someone scattered flower petals, but there were no flowers in the northern plains in late autumn; instead, they scattered shredded colored paper.
Confetti landed on Bei Ming's shoulder armor, on the hilt of Tian Jun Blade, and on Song Chen's hair.
He didn't brush it off; he just left it there.
At the entrance of the garrison commander's mansion, He Beiting's mother stood on the steps.
The old lady was over eighty years old, with completely white hair, and she leaned on a black lacquered cane.
He Beiting strode forward, knelt on one knee, and placed his right fist against his chest.
"Mom, your son is back."
The old woman tapped her cane three times on the ground, then reached out to pull him up and patted the dust off his armor.
Song Chen stood outside the crowd, watching this scene without going over.
He turned around, walked through the revelry, and returned to the quiet room on the second floor of the command post.
The door closed.
After removing the Tianjun Blade, Beiming disassembled the armor pieces one by one: the breastplate, shoulder armor, arm armor, and leg armor, which were neatly arranged on the shelf.
He sat down in the chair and closed his eyes.
The system panel floats in front of you.
[Kill Value: 6581205]
The system kept a clear record of how many of the 200,000 beasts he killed in the Battle of Iron Fang Valley.
The number of second-order is countless, the number of third-order is in the thousands, and the number of fourth-order is in the hundreds.
With seventeen tier-five creatures, including a royal celestial wolf, their kill count jumped to 6.58 million.
This is just the beginning.
For the next month, Song Chen turned the Mongolian Plateau upside down.
Although the beast tide has stopped, Song Chen hasn't stopped.
He led Han Duo from Beiyuan, heading east, west, and north.
The spaceship flies to wherever the psionic radar detects a gathering of alien creatures.
He didn't pick and choose from the small herds of dozens of animals; he jumped in, cleared them out in a minute, got back on the boat, and moved on to the next one.
He found the entrance to the lair of the fifth-tier beast king, fought his way in, took the crystal core, and left the corpse behind.
Although the efficiency is much lower than during the beast tide, he now has to search for them one by one.
The psionic radar detected a fifth-order signal, flew over, located it, and killed it.
Search again, fly again, search again, kill again.
All the time was spent on the road.
But he couldn't resist his madness. He slept for four hours out of the day and spent the other twenty hours killing.
The spacecraft shuttled back and forth over the Mongolian Plateau. When it ran out of fuel, it would land to wait for resupply. Once resupply was available, it would immediately take off again.
Han Duo took turns leading three drivers in shifts, while the guards rotated to accompany him on missions.
In the first seven days, he wiped out all the alien beast gathering points within a 500-kilometer radius of Beiyuan Base City.
The second-tier grayback wolf pack has been cleared.
The Tier 3 Ironback Porcupine Nest has been cleared.
The fourth-level habitat of the Glacier Crocodile has been cleared.
The fifth-tier beast king killed eleven beasts.
The kill value increased from 6.58 million to 12.5 million.
Song Chen sat in the spaceship's cabin, the Heavenly Blade resting on his lap, looking at the number on the system panel: 12500085.
Since awakening the Killing System, his kill count has never been this high.
It's time to make a purchase.
He opened the system store and flipped to the pill category.
Tap the Heavenly Fate Qi and Blood Pill repeatedly with your finger: one, two, five, ten.
Soon, all the pills were consumed, and twenty-five Heavenly Fate Qi and Blood Pills poured out from the system space, piling up in a small heap on the cabin floor.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the first one, put it in his mouth, then the second, and the third.
The heat flowed in through the throat and spread from the stomach to the limbs and bones.
The combined medicinal power of the twenty-five Heavenly Destiny Blood Pills was like a torrent of molten lava flowing into the meridians.
The sweat beads on the skin were instantly evaporated into water vapor, which had a very faint gray color.
He took off his shirt, and sweat poured down his chest and back, pooling on the floor.
The Qi and Blood value is fluctuating.
5880, 6500, 7010...
The speed of the jumps is getting faster and faster, and the numbers are getting bigger and bigger.
The meridians are flushed by qi and blood, the old and narrow paths are forcibly stretched open, and then new qi and blood are poured in, stretching them open again.
Pain exploded from the depths of every meridian, and a feeling of expansion enveloped the whole body.
There is a sea inside my body, and the sea level is rising at a visible speed, submerging the dikes section by section.
He spent a whole day and night.
From the moment the first Heavenly Mandate Blood Pill entered the throat until the full absorption of the medicinal power of the twenty-fifth pill.
Han Duo stood guard outside, turning away all those who wanted to see him, report to him, or deliver supplies.
Late the next night, he opened his eyes and looked at the control panel.
[Qi and Blood Value: 10580/10580]
My Qi and blood volume has exceeded 10,000.
Fifth order.
He looked down at his hands; his fingers were still the same five fingers.
He clenched his fist, the sound of his bones ringing out deep and resonant.
The core of Qi and blood in the dantian expanded from a heat source to cover the entire chest and abdominal cavity.
My heartbeat slowed down, and each beat felt like a war drum being struck, pumping blood to my extremities with a burning, powerful sensation.
He stood up and pushed open the door.
Han Duo leaned against the corridor outside the door, holding a knife, with his eyes closed.
Hearing the door open, he opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Song Chen, his pupils suddenly contracting.
"Councilor Song, you've reached the fifth rank?"
Han Duo opened his mouth, then closed it again.
In the past fifty years of the Great Xia Dynasty, no more than three martial artists have broken through to the fifth rank at the age of eighteen, but he didn't say anything unnecessary.