Prince Shenwei

Chapter 44 Prince Shenwei

Hong Yi's soul left his body, entering a meditative visualization to lull the horse into a dream. He prepared to communicate through the dreamscape, and soon, he caught a glimpse of the most profound memory fragment within the horse's mind.

The Lightning Chaser and a Huoluo warrior wielding curved blades moved as one, a mobile fortress of steel, charging rapidly toward the Great Gan army.

On the battlefield. These soldiers numbered fewer than one hundred.

The Lightning Chaser shook its head, its eyes dazed. Upon waking, it seemed quite bewildered by its own dream.

Boom!

"Long live the Great Gan! Long live the Prince!"

"Is this a real battlefield? It's too tragic!" Hong Yi felt a profound shock in his heart as he witnessed this scene.

"Is this the Fire Cloud Cavalry of the Huoluo Kingdom? They are too ferocious. If there were more than a few hundred of them, nothing in the world could withstand their charge. The warhorses of the Great Gan Dynasty are simply no match for the Huoluo horses."

Just then, a long roar erupted from the dense ranks of the Great Gan army. The soldiers on all sides parted like a tide, revealing a line of soldiers clad in steel armor, fully armed, and wearing black iron helmets with particularly large nose guards.

In an instant, Hong Yi's soul returned to his body, and the entire dream vanished.

Hong Yi remained smiling, stroking the fire-cloud-colored fur of the Lightning Chaser. Feeling the spirited horse calm down completely, he suddenly grabbed the saddle and vaulted onto its back.

Yet, standing there, he seemed like a towering mountain, bracing against the onslaught of the steel torrent.

The warhorses of the Great Gan Dynasty were a full head shorter than the Huoluo horses. In terms of strength, build, momentum, and impact, they were not even in the same league—it was like the difference between a common dog and a massive hound.

"Yaksha King!"

The moment it opened its eyes and saw Hong Yi, an uncontrollable shock flickered within its equine gaze!

The warrior on the Lightning Chaser encountered the leader of the "Axe Soldiers" and slashed at him, but missed. The leader leaped up violently, sweeping his axe horizontally, striking the warrior squarely. The three-hundred-pound man, fully armored, was sent flying like a scarecrow.

Whether human or animal, the soul and its thoughts are at their weakest during sleep, making them most vulnerable to intrusion. When demons harm people, they also choose those in deep slumber at night.

Thunderous roars echoed from all sides.

Witnessing such a heart-stopping scene, Hong Yi felt his soul tremble, barely able to maintain his composure.

On the ground, severed heads rolled about. Under the trampling of hooves, they were crushed into a red and white pulp, coating the desert in a layer of paste.

It was precisely because of this that the few hundred Fire Cloud Cavalry, moving as one, could charge into an army of ten thousand and remain unstoppable.

The leader, though clad in full iron armor, felt physically slight to Hong Yi; beneath the armor, he seemed like a frail scholar.

In the dream, the Lightning Chaser looked up at the giant Hong Yi with shock.

On the battlefield, the Lightning Chaser was fully armored in thick, fish-scale-like steel plates covering its head, neck, torso, and hindquarters, turning the creature into a true "Iron Horse."

It was an endless battlefield in the desert, with killing intent filling the sky. Everywhere there was blood, the glint of blades, the clash of armored cavalry, the beating of war drums, and fluttering banners.

"Yaksha King, return." Hong Yi projected his voice, and the Yaksha King roared, flying toward the sky.

Weighing a full three thousand jin, the Fire Cloud Cavalry—a fortress of steel—was forcefully overturned by this axe. Iron armor shattered in all directions, and the men were cleaved in two.

Afterward, the leader leaped up and mounted the Lightning Chaser.

The Lightning Chaser was very quiet, showing not a hint of restlessness or agitation.

Hong Yi realized that this leader must be Prince Shenwei of the Great Gan Dynasty, Yang Tuo, a Martial Saint whose fame rivaled that of his own father, Hong Xuanji.

These Great Gan soldiers each held a long-handled steel axe. The axe heads were as large as cartwheels, and the handles were as thick as an arm, all testifying to the immense weight of the weapons.

As the leader moved, the axe-wielding soldiers behind him also leaped up violently, colliding with the heavy armored cavalry. The violent clash of steel sparked intense flames, as if the metal itself were burning!

Hong Yi could even feel the heavy weight of the horse armor; if he were to wear it himself, he would surely be crushed to the ground. He had never imagined that a human could exert such immense power!

Suddenly, the leader leaped up like a leopard, covering fifty paces in an instant, his great axe meeting the charging Fire Cloud Cavalry.

Everything around was pitch black.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light tore the sky open. Hong Yi's body sat high in the center, while the Yaksha King bowed on the ground.

"Yaksha King, return." Hong Yi smiled at the Lightning Chaser, speaking the same words he had just used in its dream.

With a thought, the Yaksha—three zhang tall, covered in scales, with a green face and fangs, holding a steel fork—leaped out violently. With one strike, it overturned the "Prince Shenwei" from the Lightning Chaser's memories, then roared fiercely. Black clouds rolled across the sky, swallowing the entire Great Gan army.

This was a torrent of steel. Behind the leader followed hundreds of cavalry with identical heavy equipment. Their charge was unstoppable, like a mountain flood or a collapsing peak, surging forward.

"The two sides at war are the Great Gan soldiers and the Huoluo Kingdom's 'Fire Cloud' Cavalry."

Moreover, during sleep, the most profound memory fragments within the soul would surface, allowing demons and ghosts to peer into them.

However, the cartwheel-sized steel axe in his hand was a full circle larger than those of the soldiers beside him, and it stood taller than a man.

With a shift in his heart, Hong Yi suddenly visualized, unleashing the art of the soul!

In that instant, Hong Yi felt the endless humiliation within the Lightning Chaser's thoughts.

Clearly, the Lightning Chaser had been well-trained; it could understand human speech and read expressions. Upon hearing Hong Yi's voice and seeing his expression, the horse's body shuddered, and its long face revealed a look of human-like surprise.

Hong Yi saw the endless battlefield where thousands, even tens of thousands, of Great Gan soldiers gathered in dense formations, only to be instantly shattered by the charge of these few hundred men in the steel torrent. The soldiers in the front were sent flying upon impact, and those who dodged quickly were decapitated by the Huoluo warriors on horseback.

The rider on the Lightning Chaser was also a Huoluo warrior in full armor, wielding two curved Huoluo blades. Facing the sunlight, the cloud patterns on the blades shimmered layer by layer.

Hong Yi recognized it immediately: the battlefield in the Lightning Chaser's memory was a scene of conflict between the Great Gan and the Huoluo. The armor and banners of one side bore the characters and attire of the Great Gan.

Arrows flew like locusts, but they were all blocked by the iron armor, proving useless.

The Lightning Chaser struggled and bucked violently, but the axe-wielding leader let out a cold snort and pressed down. Boom! The Lightning Chaser could not bear the weight and knelt on all fours in the desert.