Rise of the White Dragon

448 Chapter 448: War Cries: The Turnaround Against the Insects

The cultivators around began frantically searching for the source of this devastating attack. They were impressed and confused, as the blow had eliminated not just one, but two Fifth Order insects, and left a trail of mutilated corpses of Fourth Order insects. The cut was so clean and efficient that it made them wonder if, in the face of this mercury-red scythe, the insects were as fragile as pieces of cheese.

"Look at this, someone just decimated these insects with a single blow!" exclaimed one of the cultivators, pointing to the chaos left by the scythe.

"This is incredible... Who could have such a powerful weapon? And this precision... it's like a deadly dance," commented another, with a mix of admiration and fear in their voice.

"This blood scythe... Could it be Lady Ingrid's, who married Luan Dimas?" inquired a cultivator, his eyes scanning the sky for the origin of the weapon.

"Regardless of who it is, they saved us now. These Fifth Order insects are a serious threat," commented another cultivator, still processing the scene of carnage unfolding before them. "Hopefully, they're on our side."

"Look over there!" someone shouted, pointing to the distance where Luan's flying cloud was visible.

"It's Luan Dimas! We're saved!" exclaimed one of the cultivators, relief evident in their voice upon recognizing the legendary figure.

"With Luan here, these insects won't last long. He's the most powerful of us all," said another, with a mix of respect and admiration.

"Finally, real reinforcements. With Luan and Lady Ingrid, we can turn this game around," commented a third, watching the arrival of the flying cloud.

"I hope they can contain this invasion quickly. We've already lost too many today," added a fourth cultivator, looking at the remains of the insects defeated by Ingrid's scythe.

"It's amazing how just their presence already brings us hope," concluded another, feeling a renewed spirit witnessing the arrival of Luan and Ingrid.

Ignoring the unpleasant odor that permeated the air, Luan and Ingrid observed the reactions of the cultivators with an ironic smile. However, they knew there was no time for talks or distractions.

As Ingrid handled the scythe, Luan had already made a quick assessment of the battlefield. Suddenly, he altered the environment, causing the sky to darken, but not because of the insects that filled the air.

"BOOM!!!"

A resounding sound erupted, so powerful that everyone felt the vibration reverberate in their bodies. At the same time, a flash illuminated the sky, revealing trails of lightning drawn in the clouds in a spectacularly beautiful and intimidating manner. The lightning danced in the clouds, creating a spectacle of light and sound that was both magnificent and terrifying.

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A resounding sound erupted, so powerful that everyone felt the vibration reverberate in their bodies. At the same time, a flash illuminated the sky, revealing trails of lightning drawn in the clouds in a spectacularly beautiful and intimidating manner. The lightning danced in the clouds, creating a spectacle of light and sound that was both magnificent and terrifying.

Then, droplets of water began to fall from the sky. But this was no ordinary rain, for as soon as the droplets hit the insects, it was evident that they entered a state of weakening.

"Take advantage!" shouted a general from the army, who was among the cultivators. "Mr. Luan has given us this opportunity, don't waste it now that the insects are weakened!!"

"Yes!!"

The morale of the cultivators present skyrocketed. Besides the insects being weaker, they themselves felt rejuvenated, and even the fatigue that had previously afflicted them began to dissipate.

'Was it Mr. Luan who did this?' thought John, the man who had previously shouted, a general in the army, reflecting on the sudden and favorable transformation on the battlefield.

Even those with serious injuries began to show signs of surprising recovery.

In reality, Luan had infused Negative Qi into the very cloud that turned into rain, thereby neutralizing the combatants' wounds, whether minor or serious.

However, this was not exactly a miraculous cure. It was more like a temporary effect of denial, which, if not treated properly within a few hours, could result in the reopening of the wounds. Luan had neutralized the bleeding and intense pain but had not completely eliminated the injuries. It was, therefore, a temporary solution.

Of course, he had also neutralized the fatigue and physical wear of the people. This effect alone was enough to revitalize both the cultivators and the common inhabitants, human and non-human, of the region, enabling them to continue the fight with renewed vigor.

"Whirring! Whirring! Whirring!"

Suddenly, the thunderous sound of approaching combat helicopters echoed through the air.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

The fighter helicopters arrived, adding a new layer of noise and chaos to the already tumultuous battlefield, signaling the arrival of reinforcements and perhaps a new phase in the combat.

Beside Luan, Ingrid displayed a satisfied smile.

"As you predicted, your grandfather sent the combat helicopters," commented Ingrid. "Even though we can handle this on our own, the number of these insects is overwhelming."

Luan glanced at her briefly before fixing his gaze on the interaction between the helicopters and the insects, which were now partially under his control.

"They can't always depend on us," Luan said with conviction. "It's important that the beings of this planet learn to defend themselves and survive crises on their own."

Ingrid felt a growing pride in being his wife. She reflected on how many heroes tend to monopolize glory, making the inhabitants of their planets entirely dependent on them, always being seen as saviors. But Luan was different, and the way he created the dungeons was proof of that.

"Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!!"

"Bang! Pop! Bang! Pop!"

The sound of gunfire resounded in the air, each shot creating a vibration wave.

The insects emitted sharp cries as they were hit. It was a scene of controlled chaos, where each shot fired by the helicopters found its target, piercing the insects' carapaces with lethal precision. The sporadic explosions illuminated the night sky, creating a spectacle of lights and shadows.

As the helicopters flew over the area, firing incessantly, the insects fell one by one, their shattered bodies scattering across the ground. The symphony of gunfire, explosions, and cries of the injured insects composed an atmosphere of intensity and urgency, highlighting the desperation of the battle and the determination of the city's defenders.

The special bullets, developed from fragments of magical beast cores, proved to be extremely effective. They were so potent that only Third Order cultivators or higher could handle the intense recoil generated by the weapons.

The material of the weapons themselves was composed of residues from magical beasts, lending them remarkable robustness and efficiency.

As the sky lit up again, this time not from lightning but from the violent scene of a rain of bullets fired from various heavy weapons, Luan maintained his focus on the rain he controlled. He used it to slow down the insects, significantly weakening their reflexes and instincts.

This deceleration made the insects vulnerable to bullet attacks, which under normal circumstances would be ineffective. Now, the bullets penetrated their defenses with ease, transforming the insects' bodies into veritable sieves after being hit by multiple shots. It was a scene of massive destruction, where each shot contributed to further weakening the swarm of insects plaguing the city.

"Now we are turning the game around!" exclaimed one of the cultivators, excited to see the insects falling one after another.

"These bullets are amazing! Who would have thought they could pierce the carapace of these monsters?" commented another, marveling at the effectiveness of the weaponry.

"With Luan and the armed forces working together, these insects don't stand a chance!" said a local citizen, watching the scene with a mix of relief and admiration.

"Luan Dimas and his wife, the Red Empress, are always a beacon of hope in dark times," remarked an older cultivator, looking up at the sky with a deep expression of gratitude.

"We are witnessing a historic moment today. Unity and innovation are unbeatable forces," expressed another inhabitant, watching the battle with eyes full of hope and admiration.

Upon hearing the way she was referred to, Ingrid blushed slightly. Although she tried to resist these nicknames, many still insisted on calling her "Red Empress" or "Empress of Blood," among other titles. These names, despite her reluctance, had become a trademark of her identity among those who admired and respected her.

"Don't just stand there, let's get into the fight and exterminate this plague that has invaded our city!" incited John, with a voice full of determination.

"Yes!" The response came in an enthusiastic chorus. With renewed spirit, the city's defenders threw themselves into the battle with redoubled vigor, fighting with an energy that seemed to be fueled by a new force, as if they had been revitalized by an injection of energy and courage.

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