Chapter 1988: Chapter 636: Glory and Dreams

The bright moon, thin mist, and the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert.

Under the serene night, the moonlight draped the Bemont Capital, Sabak City, in a silver evening gown.

The peaceful evening bell, with its specific frequency, gently resonated over the desolate desert.

This heart city, symbolizing Beamon’s royal and divine power, resembled a post-rain forest, surrounded by countless mushroom-like tents.

No battle flames and smoke from Witherspoon, nor blood and death from the Fox Tribe city.

Here, it was quietly normal, just like campers meeting in the wilderness; the Bimon Army and the Mulan Army indifferently continued their lives, enjoying the last moments of peace before the bloody battle.

The residents of the Bemont Capital were indeed different from any local natives, grand and hearty, not at all disturbed by the impending war; Sabak’s main gate remained wide open, with many Beamon vendors pushing carts outside the city, selling snacks and souvenirs to the Mulan soldiers.

In front of these noble and composed Sabak Beamons, the Mulan cavalry also displayed their humor and wit; they did not bring blades or camels, only their money bags, bargaining with the Beamon vendors in mutually unintelligible languages.

The Beamon guards at the city gate stood unmoved, holding their spears, robust and expressionless.

Many Mulanese believed that if they went unarmed to see the city’s scenery, the Beamon guards at the gate would not stop them.

But they ultimately didn’t dare; after all, they didn’t possess the boldness of the Sabak Beamons.

King Sal and two Swan Tribe leaders were sitting atop Sabak’s tallest building, the “Moon Watching Tower,” enjoying a splendid Imperial View; through the cyan light of the screen, they could clearly see many curious Mulan watchers below the city wall.

On the light screen, the Shaman of Divine Songs was demonstrating various killing techniques.

“Through the most covert attack and exertion techniques, even the weak can easily slaughter a strong enemy!” Richard, His Majesty, naked to the waist, his broad back muscles powerful like swan wings, was gripping a Mulan warrior’s neck with his left hand.

This desert warrior, at least two meters tall, was trapped in his hand, his beard shining with fear.

The Imperial View camera moved.

Countless timid and useless Bimon vassal soldiers widened their eyes, listening to this divine-right spokesman’s explanation.

“Do you see what this is?” Richard waved the needle-shaped dagger in his right hand with a grin, “The human skull is incredibly hard, but the back of the head is the weakest! There is a gap between the posterior cranial bones; if a weapon is stabbed into this gap, the enemy will immediately experience neurological paralysis and brain collapse! If it’s an ambush, I highly recommend this move!”

No sooner had he finished than the needle-shaped dagger “puffed” into the Mulan warrior’s back head; almost simultaneously, the robust body slumped without a sound.

“You don’t need such a specialized weapon because a club does the same! The frail back of the head can’t withstand heavy blows; against unarmored Mulanese, we can enjoy using this move for surprise attacks!”

Another Mulan warrior was grabbed by the hair and dragged, yelling, to the mouth-frothing Shaman of Divine Songs.

“Everyone, take a look at this folding paratrooper knife!” Richard lifted the Mulan, revealing a slim iron case like a magic trick; with a flick, a complete serpentine dagger opened, its twisted blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight: “Heh, this military dagger is extremely covert and can be used with a flick…”

“…If you stab this serpentine paratrooper knife into the enemy’s belly, and then like this…” Richard suddenly drove the serpentine dagger into the Mulan warrior’s abdomen, his wrist flipping and twisting; the paratrooper knife spun like a drill, carving out a circle in the belly cavity.

A beast-like howl immediately resounded.

“Look! With just a stab and a twist, this unlucky fellow’s internal organs have all shifted!” The Shaman of Divine Songs brandished the blood-streaked serpentine dagger, tossing aside the Mulan man with his belly split wide: “You don’t necessarily have to stab the belly; the thigh artery is also a fine choice, especially for you shorter vassal tribe folks, the thigh is an enormously strategic target! As soon as the knife inserts and twists fiercely, I guarantee your enemy, even with a water healer, will die within three minutes!”

The short-statured Bimon vassal soldiers murmured in low exclamations, whispering among themselves.

“You can use steel bars to craft serpentine daggers and grind out a row of irregular serrations!” The Shaman of Divine Songs yelled fiercely at these vassal tribe soldiers: “Remember! Short stature and insufficient strength will not restrict your combat power! As long as you strike covertly, move quickly, stab the blade in and twist, a powerful enemy will fall before you just as well!”

The Imperial View then showcased even more brutal live scenes; this Beamon divine-right spokesman demonstrated how to cut an enemy’s throat with wire, set traps with fried bamboo skewers, slip enemies with buckwheat beans, and how to fashion simple pressure traps with farm tools.