Chapter 141: The Xenomorph Queen on the Battlefield

The next day.
Just at dawn.
Mongkes two hundred thousand strong army arrayed itself outside the walls of Xiangyang, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.
The boundless sea of troops was a daunting sight to behold.
Beneath the towering Süld, Mongke stood tall and unyielding.
The Mongolian Imperial Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja, stood close by his side.

The Southern Song court had already abandoned all support for this stronghold, allowing Mongke to pour his entire might into the siege of Xiangyang.
If Guo Jing were to surrender obediently, he would certainly be pleased.
He had already decided to assign the man a moderate rank within the military.
Should Guo Jing turn to the right path and help attack the Song dynasty, all past grievances would be forgiven.
After all, when it came down to it, Guo Jing was also his father's sworn brother.

However, if the man proved stubborn and unyielding, punishment would be doubled.
Having received immense benevolence from the Mongols only to repeatedly return kindness with enmity, Mongke harbored deep hostility toward Guo Jing in the depths of his heart.
Mongke remained silent for a moment before waving his hand, and immediately a Mongolian general stepped forward to shout demands.

Just as the shouting began, the city gates suddenly swung open.
Mongke was momentarily stunned: Was Guo Jing actually going to surrender?
Under his gaze, a middle-aged man carrying a large box took the lead, followed by hundreds of people walking on foot.
"Not even riding horses—are they truly here to offer up the city?" Mongke narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Great Khan, should we charge?" asked a general.
Mongke shook his head: "Wait and see."
Beside him, the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja edged a fraction closer.
All the Mongolian archers drew their bows, taking aim at the front.

Under Mongke's watchful gaze, the hundreds of people on the opposite side also halted before the moat, with only the foremost man striding resolutely forward.
The man's steps were steady and powerful, his momentum fierce, and his speed was astonishing. Before long, he had entered within a hundred meters of the Mongolian army.
Tens of thousands of arrows were aimed directly at him.
A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Mongke's mouth.
At such close range, even immortals and Buddhas reincarnate would surely be shot into hedgehogs!
He nodded slightly toward his flank.

"Since you come to surrender, why do you still refuse to kneel?" demanded a Mongolian general, stepping out and shouting loudly.
Guo Jing swept his gaze over the boundless, sea of dark heads, his expression utterly devoid of fear.
He shouted in a booming voice: "Who said I came to surrender?"

A slight commotion rippled through the Mongolian army. The Golden Wheel Dharmaraja took half a step forward to shield Mongke, but was stopped by a gesture from the Khan.
Guo Jing raised his chin slightly, looked directly at Mongke across the distance, and called out: "Mongke, retreat back to the grasslands now, and it is still not too late!"
Mongke burst out laughing: "Guo Jing, are you here seeking death?"
Guo Jing's expression remained unchanged.

"Great Khan, let me measure his strength," the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja spoke up.
He had originally planned to travel to the Central Plains to seize the throne of the Wulin Alliance Leader.
Now that Guo Jing was right here, it was the perfect opportunity to test his skills and show those Central Plains people that not only was their military inept, but their martial arts were utterly worthless.
Mongke nodded.
He possessed absolute confidence in the Dharmaraja's martial prowess.

"This monk has long heard that Guo Jing is the supreme martial artist of the current era," the Dharmaraja stepped forward, his demeanor arrogant as he spoke. "Now that we meet, may I request an exchange of pointers?"
"I dare not claim to be the number one martial artist," Guo Jing replied, "but if Your Excellency wishes to strike, please come ahead."

Circulating his internal energy, the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja suddenly accelerated, hurtling toward Guo Jing.
With the tenth level of the Dragon-Elephant般若 Sutra activated, he felt as though his palms carried boundless strength, capable of crushing even an elephant with a single blow.
Guo Jing struck back simultaneously. Instead of employing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms directly, he channeled his centuries of deep internal energy into a single palm strike, meeting the Dharmaraja's palms head-on.

BOOM!
Accompanied by a deafening crash, the Golden Wheel Dharmaraja was sent flying backward. The moment he hit the ground, he vomited a massive mouthful of blood.
The Mongols were struck with shock. Immediately, some rushed forward, only to find that his chest had already caved in, his eyes wide open in death, restlessly unfulfilled.

Mongke was horrified: "Release the arrows!"
The Mongolian arrows fell like rain.
Dense and countless, the piercing screeches converged together like the wails of ghosts and deities, making one's scalp tingle.
Guo Jing's expression did not flicker. He produced a vial of the "Vajra Blood Serum" he had previously exchanged for and downed it.
His clothes burst apart, and his body swelled rapidly, transforming him in a split second into a ten-meter-tall Vajra covered entirely in black fur.
The arrows rained down upon his body, failing to cause him even the slightest bit of harm.

"A divine ape!"
"The legends are true! He truly is the reincarnation of a divine ape!"
"Run!"
The Mongols were panic-stricken.
They were fierce and unafraid of death, but that did not mean they felt no terror toward such god-like entities.

Mongke's eyes lost their focus.
This... what was going on here?
Was that general not simply alarming people with exaggerations?
He quickly snapped back to his senses and roared at the top of his lungs: "Keep shooting! Even if he is a god, we shall slaughter him!"
Some loyal subordinates stepped forward to help maintain order.
The rout of the Mongolian army slowed down slightly.

Guo Jing stood in place. Seeing them gradually regain their order after the initial panic, he could not help but feel a complex mix of emotions.
With Mongols like these, no wonder they would sweep across the Southern Song dynasty in the future!
However, everything had already changed!
With a single punch smashed into the midst of the Mongolian army, he sent dozens of soldiers flying backward on the spot.
Surveying the surrounding environment, he prepared to release the Xenomorph Queen.

Items purchased from the mall were not instantly delivered to one's hands.
The system possessed a temporary storage function, and items could only be retrieved by explicitly selecting "Extract."
Naturally, once extracted, they could no longer be put back.
At this moment, utilizing the Vajra Blood Serum, Guo Jing had transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant ape, charging directly into the Mongolian forces.
Like a malevolent deity descended to the mortal realm!

The volley of arrows struck him as though being lightly pricked by toothpicks, leaving behind nothing more than a faint stinging sensation.
This caused the fragile morale that had just begun to regenerate among the Mongolian troops to plummet once more.
Taking advantage of this window, Guo Jing hurled out two Xenomorph Queens. Issuing the command to attack, he retreated at lightning speed back to his original landing spot, kicked apart the wooden crate he had brought, and sent a fabric-wrapped, grim object tumbling out.
A Gatling gun!
His massive form rapidly shrank, returning to his normal appearance in the blink of an eye.

Having just been hauled up from the ground by his attendants, Mongke pointed at Guo Jing and shrieked: "Kill him!"
Though many Mongolian soldiers had been frightened out of their wits by the sudden appearance of the two Xenomorph Queens, quite a few still locked their sights onto Guo Jing.
Thousands of cavalrymen galloped straight toward him for the kill.

Guo Jing snatched the cloth wrapping, bound it around his body, and grabbed the Gatling gun at his side. Spinning around, he pulled the trigger, and instantly the roar of gunfire erupted.
The vanguard of the Mongolian cavalry fell from their saddles in neat rows, cut down like wheat before a sickle.
Staring at the blue-flaming Gatling gun, Mongke, who had only just managed to stand, collapsed onto his backside once more.
"What on earth is that thing in his hands?" he muttered under his breath.

"Great Khan, look out!" A cry of alarm rang out suddenly.
Following the shout, Mongke was tackled to the ground by a loyal bodyguard.
A heavy force pressed down upon him, constricting his breath, and then a blast of hot breath washed across his face.
Shoving aside the blood-vomiting soldier who had shielded him, Mongke raised his head to look.
Upon catching sight of the colossal monstrosity within his field of vision, Mongke was struck with fresh astonishment.

What kind of monster was this again?
What was it doing with its rear end?
Shitting?
No—it was laying eggs!
Gazing at the alien eggs scattered everywhere and the Xenomorph Queen roaring as it slaughtered the Mongolian soldiers, Mongke recovered from his daze after only a fraction of a second.
"Do not attack the eggs!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Though he had no idea where Guo Jing had conjured these monsters from, the creature was actually laying eggs right here on the battlefield.
Mongke sensed an opportunity.
Perhaps he, too, could tame these beasts!
Gazing at the alien eggs before him, a fiery glint burned in Mongke's eyes.