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Chapter 246: The Celestial Martial Clan Master (1)
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1.
This war was, let me be perfectly clear, unlike any war seen before.
-Nyahahaha! Attack! Tear apart everything that approaches and feed them to the horses!
-Woohoo! Follow General Sword Maiden!
Before the touch of dawn could caress, the Ghost Tribe raced across the frostbitten ground.
The Ghost Tribe didn't need cavalry. Their sheer size was an act of violence. Charging blindly with their horns leading the way was as good as a cavalry charge.
-Charge! Charge!
-Slice off all the fat from those arrogant pigs!
The Ghost Tribe, covering the horizon with dust as they sprinted.
Each of them became a steel horse, racing across the battlefield where the mountain peak Uburka had thrown stood embedded like an ornament.
On the other hand.
-.......
The Earth Spirit Tribe was silent.
Like moles hidden in the ground, they didn't make a sound.
-.......
-.......
-.......
Even as thousands of Ghost Tribe warriors charged toward them, the Earth Spirit Tribe remained utterly calm. Occasionally, a young warrior's fingers trembled with nerves, but no one chastised them for their inexperience.
-Is everyone ready?
Said the chairman of the Fire River Council of this era.
The glimpse of teeth from within his beard was as sharp as the look in his eyes.
-We are.
-We are fully prepared, Chairman.
Even as they conversed, thousands of Ghost Tribe members were fiercely charging towards them.
-Today is the day the continental hegemony changes!
-Earth Spirit Tribe! You ignorant fools who waste your lives dancing! Now is the time for us, the Ghost Tribe, who breathe the sky and feel the rhythm of the earth, to rise to power!
-Long live the Ghost Tribe!
A full 9,000.
A race that invested all their ability scores into their physical form, the Ghost Tribe, charged with a wild ferocity. Their momentum was like a raging storm bringing snowstorms and tidal waves.
-Did their guardian just throw a mountain at us!
At the forefront, the Seven Heroes of the Ghost Tribe became a single spearhead and charged.
-Then we shall pierce through the mountain!
Twin swords, a great scythe, a spear, a single sword, and an iron bar far too large to call a staff were launched, all wreathed in aura.
An explosion.
Boom……!
The mountain peak in the middle of the battlefield split in two. A railway opened between the halves. The Ghost Tribe became one long train, with the Seven Heroes forming its engine.
The massive train formed by 9,000 troops struck the vanguard of the Earth Spirit Tribe.
2.
The Earth Spirit Tribe's formation was as sturdy as a turtle shell. However, the Ghost Tribe's penetrating force was even greater.
Boom……!
The collision of two human masses created an unimaginable roar. What followed was more akin to the collapse of the terrain rather than the breakdown of a formation.
"Ah."
"Uh."
"Ugor."
Our family members watching the battlefield each expressed their distress in their unique ways at that moment.
"Those... were the Ghost Tribe and the Celestial Martial Clan Master, right? Their breakthrough power exceeded expectations."
Ester, once a leader of the Demon King's army and now my advisor, said,
"The mountain peak thrown by Chief Warrior Uburka had become a component of the battlefield, with the Earth Spirit Tribe forming their lines on either side. But to smash straight through the mountain and charge through the center... it was a complete blind spot for the Earth Spirit Tribe."
Indeed. Like an animal pierced through the heart, the Earth Spirit Tribe's formation was writhing.
But.
"It's okay."
For thousands of years, I taught the Earth Spirit children about fire. I taught them how to write, how to burn, and even how to play with it.
Cave Fire.
Even in the damp caves of the Mountain Snail Tribe, the Earth Spirit Tribe never lost their fire. They blessed the living with fire and mourned the dead with it.
And then I taught them to dance.
Dance is fire expressed through the body. I easily transformed the love of fire in the hearts of the Earth Spirit Tribe into a love for dance.
Dance was fire, and every dancing Earth Spirit was a flame.
-Tap.
Thus.
-Thump.
The Earth Spirit Tribe's formation collapsed and crumbled, but that was not the end.
It was the beginning, and to describe it, it was more akin to blossoming rather than destruction.
-Tap.
-Thump.
-Tap.
-Thump!
The Earth Spirit Tribe did not resist the Ghost Tribe's charge. They retreated when pushed and split when struck.
However, during this process, they shook their hips and stomped the ground. Tap, tap, tap. The warriors lined up beside them also rolled their feet and stomped the ground. Tap, tap, tap! Like flames spreading and burning when fanned, thump, the sound of their feet quickly spread to the unit next to them, the unit above, even to the distant unit, instantly covering the entire camp.
Tap, tap, tap, thump, tap, tap, tap, thump!
The battlefield was soon filled with the stomping of thousands of troops. The Earth Spirit Tribe slammed their aura-wrapped feet down. Consequently, the sound was not blocked by the mountain peaks, nor did it bounce off the tall maple trees, but flowed like a single flame to the very bottom of the world.
-What, what's this!
The Ghost Tribe was perplexed.
-Dammit! What are they up to!
-Why won't they collapse!?
Like tough leather sacks, the Earth Spirit Tribe absorbed the entire long charge of the Ghost Tribe and converted the shock into vibrations---digesting it.
I couldn't help but marvel.
'Ah.'
And I was captivated by a peculiar joy.
'It's complete... the Demonic Formation Art.'
An idea that came to me like a miracle one day.
Instead of a single person performing the Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven, what if multiple people, hundreds, thousands, performed it together, what new possibilities could open up? That premonition led me to create my first skill.
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[Demonic Formation Art]
Rank: Undetermined
Effect: Based on Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven, this formation materializes shared mental images of the casters. The more casters join the formation, the more skilled they are in Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven, and the clearer the shared mental image, the more powerful the formation becomes.
This formation’s effectiveness has not been proven yet!
You are the first to conceive this skill. Now, you must demonstrate the potential of Demonic Formation Art. As sufficient data accumulates, the rank and description of this skill will be revised.
*The current skill rank is not yet determined.
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The Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven was a supreme martial art capable of dominating the martial world.
Then, what if that Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven was modified and performed as a group technique... if it could be performed, what terrifying power could it wield?
'I taught Uburka the Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven for that purpose.'
I sank into my thoughts.
Those thoughts settled in my heart as joy.
'Uburka spread the Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven to the warriors of that time. It became the only orthodox sword technique in the Earth Spirit Tribe society. And I... I propagated the [Theatre of Dancing with Aura] to the children.'
For an Earth Spirit Tribe warrior, aura meant the Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven. The plays performed on stage were all about the harmonization of the Divine Art of the Demonic Heaven. As the number of actors increased, 3, 6, 18, countless Divine Arts of the Demonic Heaven adorned the stage.
'Naturally.'
The audience was mesmerized by the splendid Cave-Fire Drama.
Their hearts pounded.
On stage, they were quiet spectators, but outside, they were as mighty warriors as any of their kin. The Earth Spirit warriors realized that the Blood Fire Drama, when it spread from the stage to the world, became even more beautiful.
'I provided the opportunity, but it was always meant for the children to enjoy and discover on their own.'
The Earth Spirit warriors incorporated Cave-Fire Drama into their military formations.
They synchronized their rhythm and melody. That alone amplified their aura. But what was more important was that all the warriors had to imagine [the same picture] in their minds.
The legendary [Story of the White Lion] passed down by Uburka filled in that picture. The White Lion. Our god. Our friend. The one who watches over us. The scenes the White Lion had witnessed while traveling the world, a burning mansion, a snowfield facing destruction, a heart shattered in a mirror, had been engraved in the Earth Spirit Tribe's minds since childhood.
-Woo.
So, they sang.
-Woo.
-Woo.
-Ugh.
The sound of their footsteps had not stopped yet. The aura-laden steps filled the plains, and above them, the sharp cries of the Earth Spirit Tribe echoed. The Earth Spirit Tribe raised their heads and howled like wolves. Thus, the lowest rumbling steps blocked the ground, and the highest cries blocked the sky.
Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, ugh!
Tap, tap, tap, thump, tap, tap, tap, thump!
The sky of the battlefield was blocked, and the ground was sealed.
The sun, which had been pouring dawn from the sky, bounced off the rough curtain of aura and could no longer cast its cool light. The plains where the Ghost Tribe charged into became engulfed in pure darkness.
A surging shadow engulfed the Ghost Tribe.
3.
-Nyaaaa!?
The Sword Maiden, standing at the very front, was the first to notice the abnormality.
-What is this! It's not magic... it's aura!?
-Are these bastards, thousands of them, casting a barrier simultaneously?
-What a wasteful use of aura... If they think we'd be startled by this, they're mistaken!
The 7 Heroes encouraged their troops.
-Don't panic! It's just a bit dark!
-There's no impact! They're just trying to scare us with a show!
-We've killed 20% with this charge! Just continue the attack! We have the advantage!
-If they resist being torn apart, tear them up from the inside!
The Ghost Tribe warriors tried to respond to the heroes' voices. However, the growing footsteps, the expanding shadows, enveloped them.
-It's like...
A Ghost Tribe warrior muttered, feeling an ominous aura.
-It feels like we're not on a plain, but inside a cave...
The momentum of the charge eventually halted. The cries, rather than being shouts of attack and slaughter, became more like involuntary screams against a sinister sensation.
Thud.
And then, a warrior suddenly realized the sensation of stepping on the ground had completely changed.
-...Wood?
Until recently, the Ghost Tribe was stepping on bare ground. It was rough, scattered with pebbles, and if careless, one could trip on the rugged terrain.
But the sensation of the ground in this dark space was entirely different.
-It feels like wood.
-I can't see well.
-No, it's wood. Wooden flooring. And it's very old, like from a mansion.
-So these pig bastards used aura to create a wooden texture and surrounded the area?
-Why the hell would they do something like this...?
The Ghost Tribe warriors murmured.
Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, ugh!
Tap, tap, tap, thump, tap, tap, tap, thump!
Meanwhile, the song and dance around them were growing stronger.
When the world was bright, the song was merely a sound that raised morale in battle, nothing more and nothing less. But the battlefield had darkened. The sunlight shrouded in gloom was far too weak to dilute the darkness.
Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, woo, woo, ugh! Woo, ugh!
Tap, tap, tap, thump, tap, tap, tap, thump!
In the dark, the voices of the Earth Spirit Tribe seemed like a summoning, like a ritual curse. The Ghost Tribe warriors started to sweat beyond unease.
And that wasn't all.
Especially skilled in aura, some Ghost Tribe warriors looked around and realized something was surrounding them. Formless and without malice, but swirling around their ankles like a mist.
"Smoke...?"
It was aura flowing in like smoke.
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