C153 Ridiculous Pathetic and Terrifying

Seeing that his words were effective, the man continued, "My fellow countrymen, in order to slay the evil, our cult leader is willing to risk his own life. The brothers of the various sects also vowed to follow the sect master, not hesitating to shed their heads and blood. However, the government is currently urgently closing the city gates, not willing to let us enter the city. In reality, it is also equivalent to saying that they are protecting the devil king in a disguised manner.

The Sect Leader had just seen that the city was filled with demonic aura and the darkness was thick. This meant that the thousand year devil king was getting closer and closer to breaking free. If he didn't suppress it, then... People would definitely be plunged into misery and suffering, and no one would be able to escape death. Moreover, the lives within a fifty mile radius would also be sacrificed by the demon king. He would become an undead, and he would never be able to reincarnate. So, for ourselves, for our family... For the sake of the country and the people, we must enter the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he started singing in a low voice.

"Cereal God is merciful, he has compassion for all of us, he has suppressed demons and devils, I will fight for myself."

Zhang Jingxuan looked at him, his brows slightly knitted, then relaxed. It was as if he had thought of something. He saw the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face twitch slightly. Those who were familiar with him knew that... He didn't know what kind of bad idea he was thinking about.

It seemed like the Litre Bucket Sect had built quite a good image. As the burly man took the lead and shouted the slogan, the group of yellow-clothed disciples behind him started to hum. Then, all the disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect started to shout as well.

"Cereal God is merciful. He has compassion for all of my life. He has subdued all demons and demons. I will fight for myself."

At first, the disciples of the ___ were just following the chanting out of habit. However, as they shouted, their blood started to boil. They felt that everything they had done was for the sake of all the people in the world. Their personal honor and honor had long been forgotten.

On the other side, among the fifty to sixty thousand disaster victims, no one had shouted that slogan at the beginning. However, as the disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect shouted in unison, their voices pierced through the clouds. Some of them were also affected, and they couldn't help but shout the slogan as well.

Some of them were truly affected by it, and some of them even carried the mentality of hitchhikers. There was no harm in shouting along. If there really was a god protecting them, at that time, it would be best if he could be counted as one of them. Anyway, it was just moving his mouth. If he really had to throw his head away and spill his blood, then it would be better to let someone else do it.

In an instant, more and more people joined in the shouting. Humans were originally animals with a heavy heart, some of them even shouted a few times.

At this moment, the vigorous and desolate drum beat rang out at the right time. The beating of the drum and the sound of people's heartbeats sped up bit by bit, and then sped up again.

In this drum beat, everyone's blood boiled. They all felt that they had obtained the sublimation of their souls and the decree of the gods. For Cereal God's summoning and entrusting, for the sake of saving the world from fire and water, they would not hesitate to die ten thousand times.

Without needing anyone's command, the people beside One Soil Sect's Sect Master began to head towards the moat. Behind them, tens of thousands of people also started to move. With such determination, it seemed like as long as they took the first step, they would never stop.

Everyone's eyes were firm, and their faces were resolute. It was as if they were doing the most sacred thing in the world. Even though most of them did not know what they were doing or what they were doing.

Zhang Jingxuan couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw that these people had entered a semi-insane state.

If these people really rushed over to attack the city gates and climbed up the city walls, the city protection army would naturally have to use all kinds of methods to defend the city. At that time, it would definitely be a bloodbath and countless casualties.

Now, how were they going to cross the moat in front of them? It was said that during the ant disaster, there were countless ants crossing the water. They rushed forward one after another without fear of casualties. The ants at the back stepped on the corpses of the ants in front of them and continued forward. They would press forward with indomitable will. Could it be that the disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect were planning to learn this method as well?

Very soon, an answer was given. The elites of the Litre Bucket Sect who took the lead obviously wouldn't be so willing to sacrifice their lives. Dozens of men in strong suits came out from the crowd. Each of them carried a wooden board about three feet long and rushed to the side of the moat.

The one in the lead didn't stop and jumped into the moat.

After a few days of drought, the water level of the moat had dropped to a pitiful level. Zhang Jingxuan was very curious whether the river water would swallow this man. Was the wooden board in the man's hands used to increase buoyancy as a lifesaver? Or was he planning to cross the river like Old Ancestor Dharma?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a splash. The man fell straight into the water, and because the water level dropped drastically, the water could only reach his chest when he stood in the water.

Standing in the water, he firmly placed the board on top of his head. The second person did a somersault and stepped on the board on top of his head before leaping forward. He jumped into the water in front of the first person and placed the board on top of his head.

The same thing happened. In the blink of an eye, when the dozen or so men all jumped into the water, the board in their hands was already a simple pontoon bridge.

Behind them, a dozen or so strong men quickly rushed past the floating bridge. Each of them seemed to have extraordinary skills. It could be seen that the Litre Bucket Sect had secretly nurtured quite a bit of strength over the past few years. Moreover, it seemed like they had come prepared. They had already estimated the depth of the moat ahead of time. Only then did they come up with a way to cross the moat.

These people rushed over, and their target was the suspension bridge.

As long as the suspension bridge was lowered, a large group of people would be able to attack the city gate, and the remaining people would be able to reach the city wall.

However, there were still a few people who could use their light body skills to cross the suspension bridge. There were many devout disciples of the Litre Bucket Sect. Without caring about anything else, they all jumped into the moat. They moved forward slowly in the water of the moat that reached their chests.

But they did not expect that this moat had not been cleaned for so many years. Almost half of the water below was mud. Most of the disciples who jumped in did not know martial arts. Looking at their slow moving speed in the river, someone roughly estimated it. The answer was that they did not have strong mobility. If there was no one to help, they would probably starve to death before reaching the other side of the river.

Even so, there were still many people that jumped in without hesitation, and they had solemn, sacred, and zealous expressions on their faces, and they were unafraid of death.

A large portion of the credit had to be attributed to the mysterious and unfathomable sound of the drum, and it resounded by the ears of everyone, yet it seemed to have struck the hearts of everyone. It was like a war drum that urged thousands of soldiers to march forward. It made the blood of thousands of people boil, and they could not control themselves.

Standing on the high city wall, Zhang Jingxuan looked down from afar. He only felt that these people were funny, sad, and faintly terrifying.