Blood Flows, Washing Away the Oars

Even so, this did not affect Lei Mo's status as a Level 9 powerhouse in the slightest. The speed of a Divine Wind Bear is peerless among Level 9 Magic Beasts; even when facing Level 9 flying Magic Beasts, the Divine Wind Bear does not feel inferior.

It could even escape from the presence of a Saint-level expert who didn't specialize in speed!

In all the world's martial arts, only speed is unbreakable. Although that phrase didn't exist here, everyone understood the logic!

Furthermore, high speed meant a very strong ability to preserve one's life.

Many people maintained an attitude of avoiding offense whenever possible when dealing with Lei Mo.

After the Lombardy Alliance's decapitation strike failed, they seemed to have abandoned that strategy—which Lei Mo found quite imaginative—and prepared for a head-on confrontation.

Marshal Mengba had already become vigilant, making the so-called decapitation strike difficult to succeed, so he canceled his fixed office and resting locations.

He had to find messengers to relay orders; while this approach had many drawbacks, there was no other way. The Magic Mage Corps was too troublesome, and no one knew if there would be more assassination attempts.

As the frontline battle progressed, the scale of the clashes gradually grew, and the probing between the two sides had basically ended.

Lei Mo followed the central guard, shielding the Marshal's banner as they slowly advanced to the very front of the standoff.

On the Seti Alliance side, banners blocked the sky, and the vast, dense formation stretched for dozens of miles. A blood-red banner was unfurled high on a giant wooden flagpole, visible from a hundred miles away!

The entire military formation was dominated by blood-red flags, which suited Lei Mo's aesthetic quite well.

The Lombardy Alliance deployed an army of no less than a million, with countless cyan-blue banners! They dyed the boundless military formation the color of the ocean.

The ocean formed by this military formation surged like waves, rumbling incessantly, as if it could crush reefs and submerge islands at any moment!

The vanguard of the Seti Alliance stood like a giant rock pillar in a great river; no matter how large the wind and waves crashed against it, it remained unmoved!

That was the sentiment, but the casualties in the vanguard were heavy, and Lei Mo was ready to strike and support at any time.

Not long after, Lei Mo finally received the order for the central army to attack.

Riding the Divine Wind Bear, he charged toward the forefront of the central army like a burst dam, rumbling as he went.

The two totem pillars, each over three meters long, were a joke to the Bloodhoof Tribe, but to humans, they were already long-handled weapons.

Coupled with Lei Mo's two-meter height, a swing to the left shattered three or five heads, and a smash to the right killed both a cavalryman and his horse.

Ever since he learned of Franklin's abilities, Lei Mo had yearned for slaughter even more. Now, he was like a wolf let loose on the battlefield, charging wildly in every direction!

The Divine Wind Bear's speed, swift as the wind, combined with its relatively small size, allowed it to weave through the battlefield, finding every gap.

Lei Mo specifically targeted low-level officers; once he caught up, a single strike of his pillar would break bones and snap tendons.

Those two "giant" totem pillars killed upon contact and destroyed upon a graze.

As he killed, the Seti people around him grew fewer and fewer. Lei Mo was already numb, and without realizing it, he had slaughtered his way to the command position of the Lombardy Alliance's central army.

Lei Mo was completely unaware of this. Since they weren't wearing his side's attire, he would strike with his pillar whenever he approached anyone. Gradually, he found himself surrounded by the Lombardy Alliance's army in the center of the battlefield.

At first, Marshal Mengba didn't pay much attention. With a Divine Wind Bear, if he couldn't win, he could just slip away. Unless it was a Saint-level expert, no one could keep Lei Mo!

Saint-level experts generally did not join large-scale wars because their destructive power was too great; if all Saint-level experts appeared, ordinary soldiers would not dare to step onto the battlefield.

At this moment, Lei Mo was unaware that he was completely surrounded, and the people of the Lombardy Alliance were in no rush, slowly thickening the encirclement.

By the time Marshal Mengba noticed, Lei Mo had already been tightly surrounded by hundreds of thousands of men.

At this point, ordinary rescue was useless; it all depended on Lei Mo himself and the speed of the Divine Wind Bear.

The Divine Wind Bear knew Lei Mo's strength, as well as that of the talking totem pillar. Its power was terrifyingly extreme; even magic shields that were difficult for ordinary Saint-level experts to break quickly would shatter in three strikes!

The Divine Wind Bear was not in a hurry to break out, letting the Lombardy Alliance soldiers surround them layer by layer, leading to the current situation.

While the people of the Lombardy Alliance thought this Level 9 powerhouse was finished, and Marshal Mengba of the Seti Alliance also felt the situation was dire, Lei Mo was still immersed in the joy of slaughter.

Yes, joy. It was true that Franklin's ability to collect souls was an incentive, but Lei Mo, as a Tauren, lacked the ancestral mindset of being close to nature.

It was as if a long-hidden, violent gene had awakened, and he was slaughtering wildly within the encirclement.

The people of the Lombardy Alliance didn't pay much attention at first, but gradually, the few Level 8 experts who went up to interfere with Lei Mo's breakout couldn't even withstand a single strike from him, which left them confused!

Looking at the speed and force of this stick technique, this was only a guy with Level 8 strength; the talk of surrounding and killing a Level 9 powerhouse was only out of respect for the Divine Wind Bear.

But as it turned out, had he broken through to Level 9? Even a Level 9 shouldn't be able to kill a Level 8 in one hit, right?

Saint-level? That was impossible!

Regardless of how much psychological trauma the Lombardy Alliance people suffered, Lei Mo didn't know; he was just immersed in the joy of slaughter. He didn't even know where such a great desire to kill had come from, given he was a person from Earth.

Slaughter—slaughter. Lei Mo used the totem pillar in his hands like a giant windmill. Those who touched the totem pillar storm were torn to pieces. Now, the people of the Lombardy Alliance were in a bind.

Even Level 9 experts didn't dare to step up. The power of the totem pillar at this moment was something ordinary Level 9s could not withstand. Ordinary soldiers didn't matter, but they couldn't provide any obstruction.

Letting Lei Mo go back like this would be a huge blow to morale. Lei Mo had already closed his eyes, and anyone could see that this was a sign of an impending breakthrough!

If Lei Mo were allowed to break through successfully, it would be aiding the enemy. The people of the Lombardy Alliance could not accept that!

Several high-ranking members of the Lombardy Alliance exchanged glances and finally dispatched three peak Level 9s: two warriors and one Earth-element Grand Magus.

Earth-element attacks and defenses were both strong, and earth element summoning could also ensure a safe retreat.

That was the plan, but the power of Lei Mo's flying totem pillars grew stronger and stronger. Level 5 or 6 warriors who stepped up turned into blood mist, without even the sound of limbs colliding.

With his eyes closed, the sense of intimacy Lei Mo felt toward the world grew increasingly rich, while the joy of slaughter became more intense.

Until Lei Mo felt the black energy light spots in the world rapidly gathering around his body, and the emotions of Franklin in his hand became increasingly joyful.

"Crack—" Like the sound of an eggshell shattering, it felt as if Franklin had broken through some sort of shackle.

A grand, boundless, ancient, and soul-shaking peculiar power—or perhaps a power of the laws—descended. In the face of this force, Lei Mo felt deeply how insignificant he truly was.

"This—is this—is Franklin about to become a god?"

Lei Mo jolted awake from his epiphany, ignoring the army surrounding him; the laws of the world did not exclude Lei Mo either.

"Choose to form your Godhead outside your body! Multiple divine clones mean multiple lives!"

Lei Mo hurriedly shouted, fearing that Franklin might not know, as it seemed he had never mentioned it before.

"I can't choose, Master!" Franklin replied, feeling very aggrieved!

A peculiar ripple penetrated Franklin's body, peering deep into his soul.

A purple, rune-covered pillar, seemingly as ancient as time itself, stood towering there.

It had no end, standing firm just like that within the Soul Ocean of Franklin.