Chapter 65: Descent of the God of Slaughter

"Damn it! This Overlord Scripture is truly incredible! I practiced it all night and still couldn't even grasp the threshold! But..."

Zhao Ergou grinned, flashing a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes gleaming with intense light. "Who am I? I am the Chosen One! There is no martial art in this world that I cannot master!"

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body, sensing that a single punch of his could now kill a full-grown ox!

"According to the garrison rules, we can rest for a couple of days and don't need to drill."

Zhao Ergou stroked his chin, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his eyes. "However, I'm not the type to crave ease and comfort! Tomorrow, I'm going out onto the grassland to fight those Rongdi bastards hand-to-hand with real swords and spears, so today I must thoroughly stretch my muscles!"

He looked around at his subordinates who were still snoring soundly and laughed aloud. "These little bastards sure know how to enjoy themselves! But such a break is rare, so let them have a good sleep! Only with fully restored spirits will they have the strength to kill the enemy by my side tomorrow!"

Zhao Ergou wolfed down his breakfast like a whirlwind, grabbed the giant bow that was taller than himself, strapped the murderous battle saber around his waist, and strode toward the city wall.

"Since the Overlord Scripture cannot be practiced for now, I'll just slaughter a few Rongdi men as a sacrifice to the heavens! I refuse to believe that this killing intent value cannot accumulate into a peerless expert!"

Climbing onto the city wall, Zhao Ergou cast his gaze outward and saw the soldiers standing as taut as drawn bowstrings, staring with sharp eyes beyond the fortifications.

Outside the pass, within the encampment of the Rongdi grand army, banners blotted out the sun, men shouted, horses neighed, and an aura of stern slaughter washed over them.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

"Woo..."

The heaven-shaking sound of battle drums intertwined with desolate horn blasts, echoing like death-summoning magic over this land that had long endured the flames of war.

"Damn it, those Rongdi bastards are here to throw away their lives again!" Zhao Ergou spat, a bloodthirsty gleam flashing in his eyes.

This land, ravaged by year-round warfare, with bleached bones exposed across the wilderness and not a crowing rooster to be heard for a thousand miles, had long since become a living hell.

"Archers, ready!"

The garrison captain roared at the top of his lungs, his voice fraught with absolute resolve.

The archers stepped forward one after another, drew feathered arrows from their quivers, nocked them to the bowstrings, and pulled them back into full moons.

Zhao Ergou also strode forward, nocking three arrows at once, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's, fixing his gaze unwaveringly on the rapidly approaching Rongdi soldiers.

"Fire!"

At the captain's command, the command flag in his hand swung down fiercely!

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The rain of arrows blotted out the sky, acting like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping lives.

The Rongdi forces began to retaliate as well, their arrows filling the sky like a plague of locusts, flying toward the city wall.

"All of you bastards, take cover!" Zhao Ergou roared, diving behind the battlements of the city wall first.

Before reaching the Post-Heaven realm and forging a body of bronze and iron, a mortal flesh-and-blood body simply could not withstand the barrage of these arrows.

Zhao Ergou had no desire to die by these arrows and turn into a human hedgehog!

Seeing the archers on the city wall suppressed, the Rongdi storming party began howling and charging forward.

Zhao Ergou took direct shelter behind a crenel on the city wall, firing arrows outward through the lookout slits.

Even though he was shooting only one arrow at a time now, he could still drop an enemy with every shot.

"Haha, kill one for every one that comes, and a pair for every two!" Zhao Ergou laughed wildly as he shot his arrows, his voice brimming with exhilaration.

Soon, thirty arrows had been expended, and his killing intent value rose to two hundred and thirty-one points.

Those thirty arrows had netted him forty-three points of killing intent.

At the same time, on the glowing golden screen before his eyes, the plus sign next to the Overlord Scripture finally lit up!

The Overlord Mental Technique could now be upgraded!

"Hahaha! Heaven assists me!"

Zhao Ergou laughed up to the heavens, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness. "I truly am the Chosen One! This Overlord Scripture is destined to be mastered by me!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he used his killing intent value to upgrade the Overlord Scripture directly, setting aside even his cultivation realm for the moment.

Two hundred points of killing intent vanished instantly. Though Zhao Ergou felt a slight pang of heartache, excitement overwhelmed it entirely!

"Damn it, it takes two hundred points just to get started; this Overlord Scripture is truly formidable! But, I love it!"

At that very moment, countless cultivation insights and comprehensions regarding the Overlord Scripture poured madly into Zhao Ergou's mind like a sudden enlightenment, granting him a much deeper understanding of this art.

"Hahaha! The Overlord Scripture lives up to its legendary name. I've only just entered the threshold, yet I already feel completely reborn!"

Zhao Ergou laughed up to the heavens, his voice reverberating across the four directions and causing everyone around to cast sideways glances at him.

He felt as though an overlord had taken up residence in his Dantian, his true essence brimming with supreme might and roaring like rushing water at the slightest movement!

His entire body's vital blood surged, resembling a boiling furnace, radiating an overwhelming aura of dominance!

His physical strength had instantly exploded by an additional five hundred catties, and he felt as though a single punch of his could smash an ox to death!

Never mind those soft-legged prawns at the martial master realm; even if a Post-Heaven warrior were to appear, he would still take them down one by one with single punches, leaving them crying to their mothers!

With a gaze like torches, Zhao Ergou swept his eyes over the densely packed Rongdi army outside the city, his mouth split from ear to ear. "These are all delivered killing intent values right on my doorstep! No one can snatch away my fortune, Zhao Ergou's destiny! This is far more effective than any miraculous pill; it's just like the leeks in the field—harvested crop after crop, never-ending! Hahaha, not bad, not bad!"

As the Overlord Scripture circulated, Zhao Ergou felt his cultivation speed soar as if he were riding a rocket, faster than that wretched Subduing Dog Strength by who knows how many times!

The cries of battle beneath the city wall grew increasingly thunderous. The Rongdi soldiers swarmed upward like rabid dogs, clashing in a bloody melee with the defending brothers, flesh and blood flying in an intensely tragic spectacle.

"Brothers, get out of my way! Watch me slaughter the enemy across the field!"

With an angry roar, Zhao Ergou charged into the enemy ranks like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, taking the lead for fear that someone else might steal his "kills."

With his current cultivation at the early stage of the Martial Master realm, his overall strength rivaled that of an early-stage Post-Heaven warrior. Dealing with these small fry was as simple as slicing melons and vegetables—he was practically the descent of a god of slaughter!

The battle saber in his hand radiated murderous intent, throwing off blood-red blade auras as if they cost nothing. Every single strike claimed multiple lives!

On the city wall, Wang Li watched Zhao Ergou's flamboyant antics and couldn't help laughing heartily. "This brat is truly a comical character! He refuses to rest when told to, insisting on coming out to show off. But this driving momentum really makes him a fine piece of material for warfare, damn it!"

"This kid is simply a natural-born slaughterer! This ruthless drive is even more terrifying than those veteran soldiers who have killed without blinking!"

A lieutenant general looked at the dense, unyielding killing intent radiating from Zhao Ergou and felt his heart skip a beat. He realized that even among many Post-Heaven realm captains, their killing intent fell short of Zhao Ergou's.

"This kid's strength has grown stronger again! He's simply a monster! Could this brat have grown up eating human flesh?" General Jiang Hu of Subduing the Rongdi could not help dropping an oath, his tone laden with shock.

Zhao Ergou's rate of growth was simply too fast—so fast that it made him hesitate to believe his own eyes.

"Could it be that this kid grows stronger simply by killing enemies? If that is true, then this is truly too damn bizarre!"

At this point, the matter was finally and thoroughly confirmed!