High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Chapter 186 Morale Greatly Boosted

The Azure Scaled Dragon fell from mid-air and crashed onto the frozen soil on the riverbank.

Dark blue blood gushed from the huge wound on his side, pooling into a small puddle on the frozen ground.

It's not dead yet; its vitality at the upper level of the fifth tier is terrifyingly strong.

He struggled to stand up on all four legs, but the tendons of his right forelimb were severed by bone spurs and his left chest cavity was pierced. With each effort, a large amount of blood gushed from the wounds.

Song Chen landed in front of it, his Tianjun Blade pressed against its throat, but he didn't stab it; he wanted the beast king alive.

Then he turned to look at the eight thousand alien beast vanguard.

Without the fifth-tier beast king, they are just a dish to be eaten.

Start the killing!

An hour later.

Song Chen pressed his phone: "Captain Han, the matter is resolved, come down."

Han Duo's slightly trembling voice came from the terminal: "Yes..."

The spaceship descended from the sky and landed on the flat ground on the riverbank.

Han Duo jumped out of the cockpit, stood at the hatch, and looked at the scene before him.

The corpses of eight thousand strange beasts covered the frozen soil for several kilometers on both sides of the river.

Grayback Wolf, Ironback Porcupine, Glacier Deinosuchus, Frost-Armored Giant Scorpion...

Some were carbonized by lightning, some were cut in half by blade energy, and some had their internal organs shattered by shockwaves.

The Ice Spine Dragon's head was blown into an empty shell, and the Abyssal Devil Crocodile lay on its side in the rubble, with a charred, through-and-through wound on its abdomen.

The bladed lizard lay on the frozen ground, with a charred, penetrating wound under its left forelimb armpit.

Meanwhile, the Azure Scaled Hunting Dragon, a fifth-tier upper-level hunting dragon, was being held by the bone spikes at the end of its tail by Song Chen. Its four-meter-long body left a long trail of blood on the frozen ground as it walked toward the cargo hold.

Han Duo served in the Northern Territory for three years and witnessed many battles between martial artists.

He had never seen anything like it before; this was not a battle, it was a massacre.

Song Chen dragged the heavily injured Azure Scaled Dragon to the cargo hold door: "Captain Han, lend a hand."

Han Duo snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped forward.

The two dragged the dragon into the cargo hold. Its four-meter-long body was curled up on the metal floor, with dark blue blood seeping from the wounds on its sides.

The dragon hunter's chest was still heaving, his amber vertical pupils half-open, sweeping across Han Duo's face before falling back onto Song Chen.

His eyes were filled with hatred.

"It's still alive." Han Duo looked at the dragon hunter.

"All I want is to stay alive."

"A live dragon hunter is more useful than a dead one."

Song Chen pulled the bone spur from the shoulder joint of the dragon's right forelimb and threw it aside.

Then he took out a fifth-tier alien beast core from his backpack; it belonged to the Abyssal Terror Crocodile.

He weighed the crystal core in his hand and tossed it to Han Duo.

"Here you go, this is your reward."

"Go back to Beiyuan."

Han Duo took the crystal core, glanced down at it, and saw that it was a fifth-order crystal core, about the size of a fist, and felt heavy in his palm.

Then he looked up at Song Chen.

To be honest, it's tempting, but it violates the rules.

"This...this isn't appropriate."

Song Chen was wiping the blood off the knife with a cloth, without even looking up: "Take it, I don't need it."

After the blade of the Tianjun Blade was wiped clean, it regained its mercury-like luster and was sheathed.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Duo accepted the gift. He slowly said, "Councilor Song, I have never seen anyone kill a beast like this before."

"Now you've seen it."

……

The spaceship took off and headed south.

Inside the cargo hold, the Azure Scale Dragon Hunter's breathing grew weaker and weaker, but it was still alive.

Han Duo sat in the driver's seat, his fingers steadily tapping on the control panel.

Twenty minutes later, the spaceship landed outside the north gate of Kitahara Base City.

He Beiting had already led all the garrison troops to line up in the square and wait. Han Duo sent the battle video back to the command post on his return journey.

When He Beiting received the video, he stood in the tactical hall for a full three minutes.

He then sent the video to all the troops' mobile phones, so by the time the silver-gray spaceship landed, tens of thousands of troops had already watched the video.

The hatch opened, and Song Chen stepped out.

Behind him, Han Duo and two guards dragged the Azure Scaled Dragon out of the cargo hold.

The four-meter-long dragon hunter was dragged to the center of the square, its dark blue blood leaving a long trail on the frozen ground.

It was not dead yet; its chest was still rising and falling slightly, and its amber vertical pupils were half-open, scanning the 30,000 human warriors in the square.

He Beiting stepped forward. He did not salute, but instead looked down at the still-living Azure Scaled Dragon.

The fifty-seven-year-old garrison commander had guarded the Northern Plains for twenty years and had personally killed tens of thousands of strange beasts.

He stared at the piercing gash on the side of the dragon's body, at the tendons of its right forelimb severed by bone spikes, and remained silent for a long time.

"Capture alive?"

"right."

He Beiting raised his head, looked at Song Chen, then took a step back and bowed.

This time, it wasn't a salute to the honorary councilor, but a salute to the swordsman.

Behind him, 30,000 garrison troops simultaneously pressed their right fists to their chests, the sound of armor clashing echoing across the square.

This time, there was no hesitation, no worry. Thirty thousand heartbeats flowed into one river.

Song Chen flew into the air, holding the dragon's head in his hand.

This time, he didn't give any passionate speech; he simply raised the fifth-tier upper-level beast king high.

Make sure every soldier can see it clearly.

Everyone saw it clearly, and then there was silence for one second, two seconds, three seconds.

Then came a deafening roar of cheers.

This time, everyone knows that Song Chen's speech yesterday was not empty talk; he really has the ability to do everything he said he would do.

After standing in the air for five minutes, Song Chen returned to the ground and threw the Dragon Hunter at He Beiting's feet.

"The dragon hunter is still alive; we can extract as much information from his mind as possible."

"Find out the location of the main force of the beast tide, the types and numbers of high-level beasts, and the rank of the beast king."

"You could also try taming it."

He Beiting carefully examined the dragon hunter.

"Yes."

Song Chen turned around and walked towards the command post.

As he walked across the square, he heard someone shouting behind him.

The new recruits were shouting, and the veterans were shouting too.

"Congressman Song!"

"Kitahara!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

……

He didn't turn around, but went straight into the second floor of the command center and closed the door to the quiet room.

Tianjun Blade leaned against the wall, sat down in a chair, closed his eyes, and opened the kill count panel.

[Kill Value: 3120060]

Eight thousand strange beasts, four of which are at the fifth rank, gathered together to kill them, making it extremely efficient.

Previously, we searched for them one by one on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and it took most of the day to kill a single Tier 5 beast.

The beast tide gathered eight thousand beasts together, placing four fifth-tier beasts on the same battlefield. There was no need to search or chase; after killing one, the next one would appear right next to it.

He leaned back in his chair, letting the system panel hover at the edge of his field of vision.

The wound on the web of his left hand is slowly healing thanks to the self-healing ability of a fourth-level martial artist.

Another major battle is about to begin, with three million kill points. I need to think carefully about how to use them.

The sounds from outside the window, inside the military camp, were completely different from yesterday.

The sounds of swords being drawn became more frequent, the hum of psionic cannons charging grew louder, and the footsteps of combat boots on the frozen ground became heavier.

Someone was singing a military song; the voice was rough, the tune was off-key, but the singing was very loud.

Morale is high.