Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3772 - Flameyellow Dragon Cavalry

By the time Tianming arrived, at least a thousand overflowers had already perished beneath Zi Zhen’s long hair. Currently, she wasn’t entirely conscious. Only when she saw Tianming did her gaze slightly soften, but it was quickly replaced by fury and rage.

She let out a roar and continued her slaughter. Wherever she went, the overflowers of the Three Great Cults could only flee, avoiding her at all costs!

"Let’s fight together!" Ying Huo, Meow Meow, Lan Huang, and Xian Xian all emerged from Tianming’s body.

On the other side, Long Qian led over ten thousand overflower dragonoids, forming an ironclad defensive line to stop the enemy overflowers from advancing.

Amidst the chaotic battle, Moran was also present. Ji Ji took out several middlekin stars to provide her with power. Her two wonders expanded, blending into the chaos, making her uniqueness go unnoticed.

"In a large-scale battle like this, they’re more effective outside of me!" Tianming transferred the omniscient power to his lifebound beasts. A familiar scene from past wars on the Flameyellow Continent and Orderia reappeared once more.

For example, Lan Huang, the Primordial Terraqua Dragon, wildly rampaged!

Xian Xian’s Radix World Tree extended its branches and leaves across the battlefield!

Although they were still foundationeers, they had a large number of astrons. With the added omniscient power, even their enlarged bodies possessed immense destructive force.

Bai Ye’s soul exterminating power was also highly effective on the battlefield.

"All the powerhouses of the Three Great Cults have been wiped out! Resisting any further is futile! If you don’t want to die, surrender now!" Tianming’s voice rang out like a nightmare. The Galactic Emperor’s radiance illuminated the battlefield and all the corpses and rivers of blood left in his wake.

Some of the overflowers of the Three Great Cults truly began to fear and had already begun quietly retreating from the battlefield.

However, the majority still defiantly roared.

"What’re we afraid of? We have the numbers!"

"Li Tianming and that purple demon may be strong, but there’s only two of them!"

"Even though our leaders are dead, we can still make these slaves suffer heavy losses! How can we, as their masters, tolerate these lowly slaves rebelling?"

"Hold the line! The Starmoon and Wargod Havens are sending reinforcements!"

With disdain and ridicule, they charged toward Long Qian’s forces.

Another blast from the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb exploded in their midst, further reducing the numerical advantage of the remaining overflowers.

Still, many of them had reached Long Qian’s front line, where they clashed in brutal close combat in the vast expanse of space.

“Fight!” Long Qian wielded a hundred-meter-long spear as she led ten thousand flameyellow descendants in battle. The dragonoids used their totems to protect their bodies while they mounted their lifebound beasts, each of them essentially a dragon cavalryman. Compared to the Three Great Cults' overflowers, they were born warriors!

They had a battle formation, a commander, willpower, divine abilities, and totems!

"Most importantly, the emperor has allowed our lifebound beasts to evolve!" In the past, their ‘innate talent’ had been inferior. Their lifebound beasts had low star counts, making them weaker than the Three Great Cults.

But now, they had all evolved. More importantly, their faith and fighting spirit far surpassed their enemies.

At the very front, a woman clad in black armor, riding a nine-headed black dragon, was the spiritual pillar of the ten thousand overflower dragonoids. They had endured for a lifetime, all for this day.

"Dragonoids, advance!"

Ten thousand warriors and ten thousand beasts roared in unison.

Behind them, three million of their weaker kin were urgently entering the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb while those at the front faced the tens of thousands of savage, bloodthirsty overflowers of the Three Great Cults head-on!

They didn’t heedlessly charge in; theirs was the perfect race, born for battle, and with their own order.

"Flameyellow fears no mere rabble!" Now that they knew their true origins, Long Qian and the others' convictions had already pierced through the heavens. Each of them raised their weapons, charging toward the enemy with only murderous resolve in their eyes.

Even then, the overflowers of the Three Great Cults still sneered and mocked them.

"A bunch of lowly slaves, what are they playing at?"

"Trying to mimic real armies? Hah! Laughable!"

"When you were mining, why didn’t you form a battle formation?"

Tens of thousands of them mockingly laughed.

To Long Qian and her kin, those people had always worn the same condescending, arrogant expressions, looking down on them while they enslaved and despised them.

They had endured for a lifetime—how could they endure any longer? Ten thousand dragonoids and their divine dragons roared in unison. Led by Long Qian, they surged forward like an unstoppable tide of steel. They stabbed into the chaotic ranks of the enemy like the sharpest of swords.

One side fought a war, while the other side fought a brawl. There were fewer soldiers, but the brawlers had lost their leaders.

And most of all, the soldiers could see the blazing figure of a Galactic Emperor above them that shone brighter than an entire fortuna-class world.

That was the light in Long Qian’s heart. Wasn’t fighting under this radiance the most meaningful thing in life?

"For survival!"

"For dignity!"

"For the generations of our flameyellow descendants to never again crawl in humiliation! Never again to be treated like animals!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The ten thousand dragon cavalrymen charged into the enemy ranks!

"Divine abilities! Totemic calamities! First wave, prepare!" It was the moment Long Qian had dreamed of countless times. She didn’t want mere slaughter; she wanted war.

Only a war between the races could fulfill her wish and allow her people to truly rise.

Under her strict command, everyone obeyed her orders. Over ten thousand divine abilities and totemic calamities were unleashed in unison, sweeping across the battlefield like a tidal wave of destruction.

Fire, lightning, wind, ice, sword images, torrents, and dazzling explosions simultaneously erupted, swallowing the Three Great Cults' overflowers.

"Huh?" As the terrifying force crashed down upon them like a thousand tribulations, many overflowers froze in shock. What the hell was that?! Is this... an actual war?!

The Upper Star Ruin hadn’t seen such a scene in too long.

For a brief moment, they were utterly dumbfounded! That mere moment spelled their doom. One by one, overflowers screamed in agony as they were torn into fragments.

The ironclad legion was unstoppable. Like molten magma, they incinerated the rabble of the Three Great Cults in an instant. Only slaves knew that, even if their body was shackled, the rage in a slave’s heart could never be silenced.