World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1129 - 507: The war is over! Lanling’s astonishing military achievement!_3

Chapter 1129: 507: The war is over! Lanling’s astonishing military achievement!_3

Then, he pleaded, "Suo Mo, just kill me. But please spare my daughter, I beg you!"

The daughter of the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe quickly charged in front of Suo Mo, crazily hacking at his body with her curved blade, recklessly throwing herself forward in an attempt to save her father.

Suo Mo allowed her strikes to land, but he remained entirely unscathed.

Now gaze upon the battlefield!

The Wild Horse Tribe had suffered countless deaths and injuries, and with their chieftain captured and several generals killed, morale had plummeted to its lowest. The battle was undeniably lost.

Constantine shouted loudly, "Suo Mo, kill him! Deliver his head as an offering!"

Why didn’t he personally sever the head of the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe? Because Constantine viewed himself as superior, believing that he would eventually rule this vast land. To him, other chieftains ranked lower, and having his subordinate deliver the enemy chieftain’s head would further elevate his supreme status.

Suo Mo said nothing.

At this moment, the chieftain’s daughter fell silent as well, realizing that she could not hurt Suo Mo nor save her father.

Suddenly, she dropped her curved blade, collapsing to her knees, and cried, "Lord Suo Mo, it was I who injured your nephew. I am willing to trade my life for his, but I beg you to spare my father."

Then, she picked up the curved blade and swung it fiercely toward her own neck.

She intended to sever her own head to save her father’s life.

"No..." The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe howled in agony, his eyes red, releasing an anguished scream.

"Clang!" The curved blade did not sever her neck; instead, it struck Suo Mo’s arm as though colliding with an unyielding boulder.

Suo Mo spared the girl’s life. He looked at the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe and then at his daughter.

"Suo Mo, did you not hear me? I order you to kill him!" Constantine growled.

"Sigh..." Suo Mo exhaled a deep sigh and said, "Go."

He then released his grip.

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe collapsed to the ground.

Enraged, Constantine shouted, "Suo Mo, how dare you defy orders!"

Suo Mo replied, "Chieftain, this is a battle for dominance, not conquest. I believe it’s inappropriate to kill a chieftain this way."

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe took in the desolation of the battlefield, the countless warriors who had fallen. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.

He rose, bowed deeply to Suo Mo, then lifted his daughter and shouted a command, "Retreat!"

At once, the surviving warriors of the Wild Horse Tribe rushed to surround the chieftain and his daughter, protecting them as they retreated hastily.

Meanwhile, the son of the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe, who had been locked in a fierce battle with Du Yan for three hundred rounds, ground his teeth and let out an anguished roar.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he nonetheless knew retreat was necessary.

So he sheathed his curved blade and said coldly to Du Yan, "One day, I will personally sever your head."

With that, he retreated, turning quickly to join his father.

But at this moment...

"Whoosh..." Du Yan’s sword flashed like lightning.

A Bloodline Force Critical Strike!

For three hundred rounds, Du Yan had not used the Bloodline Force Critical Strike. Yet when his opponent turned to retreat, he unleashed this immensely powerful move without hesitation.

The young chieftain of the Wild Horse Tribe used all his strength to block it.

"Clang..." His blade snapped.

"Swish..." Du Yan’s sword effortlessly cut through his neck.

A burst of blood illuminated the sky as the young chieftain’s head flew high into the air.

"You... cowardly scum..." With his final breath, he managed to say three words.

"No..." Seeing the bloody demise of his beloved son, the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe released a heart-wrenching cry, spewing blood from his mouth before collapsing into unconsciousness!

Nini’an, witnessing this scene, said with fervent eyes, "Father, should we pursue them and annihilate the Wild Horse Tribe completely?"

Now calm, Constantine shook his head, saying, "No, such an act would only benefit the Ankara Tribe. Let them tear each other apart."

...

The battle came to an end, lasting barely half a day.

Constantine’s Chimera Tribe emerged victorious!

The ten-thousand-strong Wild Horse Tribe was reduced to fewer than four thousand, retreating in panic to shield their chieftain.

The battlefield began to be cleared!

Constantine then sent a team of mute and deaf individuals to the battlefield to tally the battle merits based on enemy heads.

The primary task involved counting enemies killed by arrows, while those slain by swords would have their warriors sever the right ear of their victims.

In tribal warfare, every archer’s arrows bore unique marks. One glance at the corpse could identify the killer.

After four harrowing hours...

The battlefield tally was completed!

Constantine had eagerly awaited these results, promising to marry his daughter Nini’an to the warrior with the highest kill count.

Of course, this would never truly happen. Whether it was Du Yan, Qiuju, or Yanggu, the ultimate goal was to ensure two warriors shared identical end tallies.

But now, Constantine was intrigued by one specific number—Lanling’s merit.

During the Wild Horse Tribe’s assault on the wall, Constantine had watched Lanling wreak havoc, easily shooting down over a hundred enemies.

Still, Lanling’s final tally was expected to fall short of Du Yan’s. Lanling’s spree was interrupted by the chieftain’s daughter.

Of course, Du Yan had also been held up by the Wild Horse Tribe’s young chieftain. But Du Yan’s kill count—from arrows to sword strikes—was extraordinarily high.

So it seemed certain that Du Yan would surpass Lanling’s tally.

After all, at first, Lanling had shot arrows blindly into the sky, resulting in an amazingly low accuracy rate and very few kills.

Constantine’s predicament now was ensuring Qiuju’s merit matched Du Yan’s, so no marriage would occur.

Finally, the tally of battle merits was delivered to Constantine, and he was utterly stunned!

His entire body trembled, hands shaking as he clutched the animal-skin scroll.

He stared at Lanling’s kill count, his eyes wide open, struggling to breathe.

No words could express the seismic shock within his heart!

This... How could this be?

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