Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1195 - 10: I’ll Shoulder It If Necessary
The so-called killing intent, for ordinary people, is most directly felt as that invisible pressure you experience when your mom calls you by your full name.
The killing intent released by Wang Yunxiao is essentially the special divine skill "Man Against a Nation" brought by the Blood Slaughter, which imposes indiscriminate suppression under its envelope of killing intent.
It is a soul-level terror that causes shivers.
At the moment you touch the killing intent, you will fall into an illusion of death, personally experiencing the despair and fear of those who fell at his feet in their final moments.
There is no other way to offset this killing intent; either you are also a madman who slaughters indiscriminately with countless souls fallen under your blade, or you use the resistance brought by the garrison soldiers forming an array to counter.
The Blood Slaughter from the second advancement of the Heretical Path of the garrison soldiers is already terrifying, and the horror level of Wang Yunxiao’s Blood Slaughter is far above those of normal advancement.
Upon realizing this issue, Wei Liuyun unhesitatingly chose the strategy of direct confrontation.
The Heretical Path of the garrison soldiers is a typical doctrine of growing stronger through battle, becoming more formidable the more battles you face.
Facing the Blood Slaughter, you cannot defend; the more you think about preserving your strength, the easier it is for him to find an opportunity to break through your formation, biting off parts piece by piece until there’s nothing left.
Only by exhausting can you hope to prevail.
Once the initial momentum is blocked, then you can consider what to do next.
Wei Bao dragged Xia Chengyuan arduously to the shore, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of seawater mixed with silt, kneeling on the beach and coughing desperately.
The voice of Wei Liuyun suddenly appeared in his ear: "Come and help."
"I can’t! My neck is broken!"
Wei Bao was on the verge of tears; Wang Yunxiao’s punch directly broke his spinal cord. If it weren’t for himself being a Rampaging Colonel with defense maxed out, anyone looking for his head would probably have to dissect the body and search in the chest cavity.
Bastard, hitting me so damn hard, are you really treating me like a Foreigner to beat up?
"I’ll give you five minutes to rest, enter the field in five minutes."
Wei Liuyun had no intention of bargaining with him and directly issued the order.
"You might as well let me die!"
Wei Bao rolled his eyes wildly; Laozi is almost paraplegic at a high level, and you’re giving me just five minutes?
"Die in five minutes."
"You you #￥%..."
Wei Liuyun wasn’t always this cold and ruthless. Those familiar with him knew his command style was always flexible and adaptable; even when overwhelmingly outnumbered, he would never easily give up and could always capture that seemingly impossible victory at a critical moment.
If you ask the current students at the Naval Academy who is the strongest individual, it’s hard to say before Wang Yunxiao enrolled.
But if you ask who among the students has the strongest command ability, everyone would say it’s Wei Liuyun.
He maintained a hundred percent win rate in all kinds of sand table exercises and simulation competitions.
Many students’ perception of Wei Liuyun is that if you want to win, no matter how strange his orders are, whether or not you understand, you must execute them.
Whether charging or holding the rear, or even if he directly orders you to die, there must be a reason for your death.
If you don’t want to win, it doesn’t matter; you can treat his words like hot air.
But who doesn’t want to win?
At the center of the battlefield, Ma Zhiqiu finally couldn’t hold on, his knees softly collapsing to the ground, and the light in his eyes was lost.
Wei Liuyun had told him to hold on stubbornly; though he cursed harshly, he truly held on to the last moment.
With his fall, the dreamland created by the Dream Wanderer could no longer be maintained, and Wang Yunxiao quickly awoke from the dreamland.
An unprecedented fatigue surged into his heart at the moment of awakening.
It felt like he had fought for three days and nights.
At this moment, suddenly the gravity around him increased drastically, as if a great mountain pressed down upon him, countless cryptic texts turning into chains binding his limbs, suppressing him stationary on the spot.
During the short minute that Ma Zhiqiu controlled him, Wei Liuyun had already gathered all the Advisors from all three grades, seizing this moment to launch a saturation sealing against him.
However, through the killing intent lock, this allowed Wang Yunxiao to perceive the number of Advisors in the opposing formation.
Twenty-four Advisors, that’s acceptable, a bit more than expected.
This is not some roadside cabbage but twenty-four Advisors cultivated from the 1,500 outstanding officers selected from the Northern Fleet’s soldiers, cherry-picked for this role.
The presence of each Advisor means a large warship has received protection at the level of mysticism.
This joint seal of the twenty-four people, even Wang Yunxiao did not dare to forcefully accept.
The key is not in the numbers; even if you have a million-strong army, hurling whips to cut off water flow, without a suitable military commander for central command, it’s still as loose as a pile of sand.
When these twenty-four people took action simultaneously, Wang Yunxiao realized that the opponent had already set their rhythm.
The "rhythm" on the battlefield is actually something quite esoteric.
Ordinary people can’t sense or understand it, but for advanced commanders, commanding a battle is essentially no different from conducting a symphonic performance.
As long as the rhythm is within my control, a little discordance doesn’t matter.
No matter how arrogant I may act, I can’t go along with the opponent’s rhythm, otherwise it’s bound to end in disaster.
