The Stone Men people living here are even more tortured. Their bodies are extremely weak, and many of them cannot even stand up straight, let alone run or fight like normal people.
These poor people looked haggard and their eyes revealed despair and helplessness, as if they had lost hope for the future.
However, for this new ruler, what is truly terrifying is not the resistance from the Stone Mens, but the ubiquitous curse and the Greyscales hidden within it.
This curse is like an invisible hand, tightly strangling everyone's throat, making people breathless.
And the lurking Greyscale is like a ferocious beast, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on any creature that dares to step into this territory.
At this moment, a huge army of slaves, like a black torrent, marched into this cursed land.
This army of 100,000 men is majestic, but also seems a bit tragic.
Because no one knows how many people will be able to get out of this death trap alive in the following days...
Once it is discovered that soldiers begin to show the horrific symptoms of Greyscale, the officers who usually seem majestic and solemn will not hesitate to show their ruthless side and immediately order these infected persons to be isolated from the team.
Subsequently, these people with tragic fate were driven to the front of the entire battle queue like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
When confronting the extremely ferocious Stone Men, they can only rush forward without fear, using their fragile bodies to resist the enemy's surging attacks, acting as the first batch of victims, the so-called "cannon fodder" role.
Such inhumane survival rules, coupled with this eerie and harsh environment like the Nine Nether Hells - the turbid air makes it difficult to breathe;
The dry and broken earth seems to be about to crack at any time; the unrecognizable dead trees with strange shapes bring endless visual impact to people.
In addition, there is the pervasive aura of death that permeates the surroundings... All of these are intertwined together,
This filled the already demoralized army with a heavy pressure that made it impossible to breathe and an extreme fear that was deeply imprinted in the soul.
However, even if the thought of rising up and resisting occasionally flashed through my mind, it was only fleeting.
After all, this is an army composed of countless slaves!
In the face of such absolute power, any behavior that dares to challenge authority or attempts to incite rebellion will ultimately result in swift and merciless execution.
Redd sits on a tall and powerful war horse, like an unshakable mountain, standing firmly behind the army, calming down the army, boosting morale, and being ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time.
Not far behind him, the jaw-droppingly huge Titan King Ghidorah stood proudly like a towering mountain.
Its three ferocious and terrifying heads were seen raised high, its eyes coldly and ruthlessly looking down at the battlefield below.
The huge black shadow cast by King Ghidorah was like a thick layer of dark clouds, tightly covering the entire army.
Although the hearts of the slave soldiers who were forced to join the army were filled with unspeakable fear, no one dared to flinch or even think about escaping due to the unparalleled power of this behemoth.
At the same time, the fleet consisting of battleships and transport ships and the large slave army set off separately according to the original plan.
After an arduous journey, they finally arrived at the heart of the Sad Territory - the dilapidated castle standing alone on the island, and successfully completed the rendezvous here.
The scene displayed in front of everyone makes people feel sad: the originally strong and unusually strong city wall is covered with dense and dense vines that have dried up and died;
The once straight and straight stone pillars were now broken, pointing feebly at the gray sky above;
The once glorious and majestic buildings are now just a bunch of lifeless ruins...
The scene of extreme decay before our eyes is so shocking that it is hard to believe that a thousand years ago,
This was once the richest, most prosperous, and most majestic giant city in the Rhoyne basin—Chayon!
Not only does it have countless stunning and gorgeous buildings and splendid culture, it is also known as the "Festival City" and became a well-deserved dream place in the minds of people at that time.
However, today, this once glorious city has been reduced to a desolate and dilapidated ruins, leaving only ruins and mess on the ground, as if silently telling the endless vicissitudes brought about by the passage of time.
Just as Redd was about to issue an order, instructing Marcus to follow his usual practice and use rockets and a large amount of kerosene to launch a fierce attack on the front, suddenly, a slight noise attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone turned their attention to the desolate ruins opposite and saw a vague figure slowly walking towards the front of the camp.
After getting closer, everyone could see the whole figure clearly: it turned out that almost all of this person's body was tightly wrapped in dirty cloth strips.
From a distance, it looks like a shambling mummy, which is strange and eerie.
Redd didn't mind coming up to talk to him, but he wanted to hear what the subjugated king had to say.
As for the danger? Redd can clearly sense that there are no traces of magic fluctuations on the opponent's body, and it is impossible to threaten him who has the power of Dragon King.
Redd patted the horse's back lightly, driving the majestic horse to move forward slowly, until he was less than five meters away from the Shroud King before he reined in the reins and stopped.
I saw Redd sitting steadily on a tall horse, with a figure as tall as a pine, and eyes cold and full of coercion, overlooking the Shroud King below like an unshakable mountain.
He raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a half-smile and asked, "Oh? What do you have to say? You might as well just say it."
Faced with Redd's provocative words, the Shroud King did not flinch even half a step. Instead, he straightened his body and responded with an arrogant and uninhibited attitude:
"Hmph! I would like to ask you why you led an army into our territory and wantonly killed our people?" There was a hint of resentment and dissatisfaction in your words.