Loser System and Berserker Me

Chapter 216: Why Aren’t You Cussing Anymore?

Outside Shazhou…

“Shazhou, Dunhuang?” Shu Yichao eyed the minimap. “Hahaha, I’ve returned to my old home! Did the production team replicate those murals too? Let’s quickly conclude this battle so that I can take a look!”

He knew right away where he had to head to when a region suddenly lit up on his minimap. Not to disappoint, he discovered a bunch of red dots in the area.

“Yeah, we have returned home,” Miazova muttered wistfully.

The Shu Clan was based in Shazhou.

“Hm?” Miazova looked at the city walls with narrowed eyes. “Isn’t that the Suo Clan’s young master? What does he mean by that?”

Back then, the Shu army had traveled to the nearby provinces to rally the Tangs against the Tibetans, and that was when he became acquainted with the Suo Clan.

But now, Sotri Bohey was standing on the city walls with his troops, looking at them in hostility. Moments later, he roared, “Tang bandits! How dare you violate our empire’s borders and harm our populace? Hmph, I see you’re just a bunch of bloodthirsty beasts!”

Sotri Bohey brandished his sword as he insulted the undead army according to the Holy Envoy’s teaching.

“I don’t know which filthy corner you demons snuck out from, but the living can deal with the matters of the mortal world themselves. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Those who don’t belong here should know some shame and stop lingering in this world!

“You have no place interfering in our business! Do you think you’re saving us here? Scram! None of us needs your salvation. We are Tibetans, not Tangs!”

“!”

Miazova immediately understood what the Tibetans were planning, so he quickly turned to Shu Yichao to assess the latter’s reaction.

Shu Yichao had made a pact with Anxi’s ghost horsemen, and the ghost horsemen were lingering in the world because of the indissipable resentment bubbling inside them. If they learned that the Tangs, whom they had been trying to rescue, hated them…

…would their resentment deflate like a balloon?

However, Shu Yichao continued making battle arrangements, completely ignoring the Sotri Bohey’s rants.

“…”

Miazova realized right away that someone was going to suffer.

It’s obvious what my darned grandson is thinking: ‘You don’t want to be Tangs, yet you don’t want to die. That puts me in a spot.’

“How weird.” Sotri Bohey was confused.

When he was in the Holy City, Tsenpo Ling had a high evaluation of him and wanted to promote him, but it kept getting postponed due to objections from the Tibetan nobles.

It was then that the Anxi army started causing trouble at this juncture, and the other Tibetan commanders were having trouble dealing with them. So, Tsenpo Ling entrusted this important task to him and had the Holy Envoy relay to him the method to curb these white-haired demons.

It was said that these demons would dissipate once their determination was crushed.

That was why Sotri Bohey had remained confident despite the undead army’s seemingly unstoppable momentum. This method was cruel to the Anxi army, who had devoted themselves to protecting their people, but he didn’t hesitate to carry it out.

The dead should step aside for the living.

Having suffered under Tibetan rule for so many years, it wasn’t easy for them to find a way up. They couldn’t let the dead get in the way at a time like this.

But to Sotri Bohey’s confusion, none of the demons were being exorcized despite his rants.

…Did the Tsenpo fool me?

No, she wouldn’t do that. The Tsenpo is a wise ruler, and she has a high opinion of me too. There’s no way she would fool me.

“Continue cussing them!” Sotri Bohey ordered. “Cuss them to death!”

But no matter how they cussed, it was to no avail.

In the meantime, Shu Yichao was done organizing his troops.

“Ready… Attack!”

Over a thousand figures whizzed into the city amidst the sandstorm.

Boom!

The gigantified terracotta warriors descended from the sky and quaked the earth beneath them like deities in the legend.

The Tibetan garrison troops were the first to desert.

“RUN!”

“The Tangs’ deities are here!”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…”

“The Black Lotus Buddha is here to destroy the world!”

Even the Lionheart Army was panicking. Things were unfolding differently from what Sotri Bohey had told them.

Sotri Bohey quickly rallied the army together to fight back.

“Where are my arrows and ballistae? Don’t just stand there like a fool! FIRE!!!”

But his resistance was a joke.

They didn’t think much about it earlier, but now that the terracotta warriors were gigantified among them, they belatedly realized just how imposing the latter were, from their ten-meter-tall height, the halo shining behind them, to the auspicious clouds shrouding their bodies.

Ah, this…

They were so flustered that they just stood rooted to the spot, screaming like madmen.

The gigantified terracotta warriors smashed down on them.

Kablam!

The explosions shattered the eardrums of the Lionheart Army’s soldiers. A powerful shockwave rippled outward, blasting off the soldiers on the city walls like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

Shu Yichao also joined the fray with his lightning.

“Let my lightning pierce through heaven and jolt the Nine Provinces!”

Cataclysmic lightning surged past the ditches and fences to zap areas where the enemy soldiers were concentrated, reducing them to cinders.

In a single strike, Shu Yichao had killed hundreds of enemies, clearing out an area!

Then…

“Kikiki…”

Snickering entities reminiscent of a white fog crept out from the corpses and joined the hunt.

It was a one-sided battle!

The defense Sotri Bohey had painstakingly constructed didn’t even last a second.

“You fools! Idiots!”

The Lionheart Army, who were still all revved up seconds ago, were now frantically fleeing while screaming their heads off.

Sotri Bohey, who was blasted off by a shockwave and slammed into a roof, breaking his leg and was thus unable to move, shouted with all his might to rally his army together once more.

“Heed my orders! Don’t panic!”

No one listened.

The laughing Anxi Protectorate-General tore his soldiers apart into loose clumps of meat and blood with his Lightning Arrow. Gigantified terracotta warriors tore through the city with their overwhelming strength.

Even the rubble, including small stones and clumps of sand, could cause fractures in the soldiers upon contact.

Any soldier who tried to resist was immediately washed out by countless specters and terracotta soldiers. They screamed and struggled with all their might as they were torn apart alive.

Some vultures and crows that couldn’t wait swooped down to peck on their flesh.

This is hell!

“…” Sotri Bohey’s heart was slowly turning cold.

He had never expected the Anxi army to be this terrifying.

His fear slowly transformed into anger.

“Liars! They are all liars!” Sotri Bohey bellowed. “Fuck! I got fooled by Tsenpo Ling!”

There was not a chance in the world that he could have guarded Shazhou, not against such enemies. Tsenpo Ling had sent him here to die.

While Sotri Bohey was panicking, he noticed a familiar figure in the distance. He was initially taken aback before his eyes lit up in delight. “Jinyu? Jinyu! I am here! Save me! Save me!”

Shazhou had been overrun, but the Deer Girl was a powerful witch. He might be able to escape from this hellhole with her help.

But the Deer Girl glanced in his direction before vanishing into thin air.

“…Why?” Sotri Bohey murmured.

“Kikiki…”

Snickering sounds dragged Sotri Bohey back to the present. He realized that he had been surrounded by a group of specters. A massive pack of vultures were eyeing him from above.

“NO!”

The specters charged forward. With their sharp claws, they tore off his limbs, gouged out his eyeballs, clawed open his stomach…

“Spare me, spare me! Where’s the Anxi Protectorate-General?! I want to meet him! I am a Tang! I am a Tang too!!!”

No one paid him any heed, just like before.

Silence soon returned.