Chapter 0707: The Cloud Ladder Car

Bathed in the gazes of the masses, Young Master Hollow's face grew even paler, yet a trace of ecstasy welled up within his heart—a pleasure born from deep within. This sensation of being in the spotlight was exactly what he craved.

"Only the gazes of all beings can fill my emptiness."

Young Master Hollow murmured in satisfaction, "This is the praise I deserve, the glory that belongs to me. Without this attention, this adoration, when will my emptiness ever be filled?"

This move had been worth it. Merely slaying a war behemoth, and yet he obtained something that had previously eluded him again and again—status and prestige. Everything would now change drastically.

This was exactly what he sought.

"Qi Sea Realm or Life Map Realm?"

Yi Tianxing's pupils narrowed slightly. Young Master Hollow had only displayed his sword control technique, and his actual cultivation remained shrouded in mist, hard to determine. But at the very least, he was in the Qi Sea Realm, and possibly even the Life Map Realm. There was a fifty-fifty chance. Regardless, he clearly had the power to slay Life Map Realm experts.

"Trash."

King Behemoth's face twisted in fury as he looked at the fallen war behemoth. That creature had been meticulously cultivated as a weapon of war, yet it had died just like that on the battlefield. The disappointment and rage in his heart were immeasurable. He had envisioned it rampaging through the battlefield, invincible and unstoppable. Instead, what he got was its corpse.

Utter humiliation.

He knew in his heart, though—it wasn't the war beast's fault. It was those two swords, so terrifying they could pierce directly into the soul, annihilating it in an instant. Such a technique was eerily strange and truly fearsome.

Because of this, the remaining three war behemoths no longer dared to approach the Iron-Blood Great Wall easily. Who knew if they would also fall to those mysterious soul-slaying swords?

Each war behemoth was incredibly precious. Losing them all would be a catastrophic blow to the Behemoth Tribe's strength and prestige.

"You think killing a war behemoth means you're safe now? You think this wall is impenetrable? Then let me show you… even an unbreakable wall can be breached. If I can't destroy it, I'll climb it. I'll slaughter my way into your city from the top."

King Behemoth snorted coldly.

He had prepared for this war meticulously. He hadn't underestimated his enemy at all.

With a wave of his hand, a flash of white light appeared.

Suddenly, a strange war chariot materialized on the battlefield.

Once it appeared, it rapidly enlarged to an enormous size.

It had wheels beneath it and a triangular body, atop which stood an enormous cloud ladder—a structure that resembled a stairway to the heavens, formed of interlocked stone slabs.

It wasn't a ladder, but a staircase. A long slab of steps stood diagonally upward, exuding a mystical aura. It gave off the feeling of walking straight into the clouds, ascending without effort.

"The Cloud Ladder Car—it's an exotic treasure!"

Yi Tianxing's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected King Behemoth to possess yet another heavenly treasure, and this one was clearly for siege warfare.

For those of Chinese descent, the term "cloud ladder" was familiar.

In modern times before the Cataclysm, cloud ladders were climbing tools for firefighting and rescue. But in ancient times, they were war machines used for scaling city walls.

Ancient cloud ladders had wheels and could be moved, equipped with shields, winches, and grappling hooks—some even had pulley systems. Invented by the Spring and Autumn period craftsman Lu Ban under orders from the King of Chu, cloud ladders revolutionized siege warfare.

Even in modern war, no siege is complete without cloud ladders.

Without them, storming a fortified wall was nearly impossible—especially against the Iron-Blood Great Wall, which forbade flying. Even cultivators couldn't easily bypass it.

But with a cloud ladder, they could ascend.

Though such ladders were vulnerable, they were still a direct route to the walls, a necessary evil in siege warfare.

King Behemoth producing a cloud ladder car proved his preparations ran deep.

"One cloud ladder won't breach the wall. Dream on."

Wu Yong sneered.

Cloud ladders were powerful, but a single one wouldn't make a difference. It was a mere drop in the bucket.

"One? Hah. What about a hundred? A thousand?"

King Behemoth's face turned icy.

"Impossible!"

Wu Yong's expression changed. He couldn't believe anyone could produce hundreds or thousands of such treasures. That would be absurd.

"Refine the clouds, forge the ladder!"

King Behemoth ignored him, laughing coldly.

With a shout, the Cloud Ladder Car emitted a bright light and a powerful devouring force. The clouds in the sky began rapidly descending, drawn into the machine.

As the clouds were absorbed, the ladder atop the war chariot glowed with mysterious white light.

Amid that glow, the ladder acted like a mold, continuously devouring clouds and condensing them into new cloud ladders.

These ladders flew upward and extended outward—one end reaching the battlefield, the other falling heavily upon the Iron-Blood Great Wall, forming a seamless cloud bridge between ground and wall.

The width was enough to allow hundreds of soldiers to climb simultaneously—broad and stable.

"What the—? These ladders are formed directly from clouds!"

"If it can keep absorbing clouds and making more, then it could make thousands, tens of thousands! This is a siege weapon of the highest grade!"

"Damn it! The ladders have fused with the Great Wall—there's no gap. We can't cut them down!"

Soldiers tried to slash at the ladders, only to find their blades passed right through, striking the ground harmlessly—as if they were attacking air. Yet the cloud ladders could support full weight, solid as earth beneath one's feet.

A perfect siege weapon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Cloud Ladder Car devoured clouds relentlessly, producing dozens—then hundreds—of towering ladders, each linking the battlefield directly to the Great Wall.

"Beastmen, attack!!"

The orc army roared with renewed fervor, war cries echoing. They surged up the ladders, charging the wall.

"Fire! Divine Machine Battalion, target the ladders—kill anyone who dares ascend!"

"Use rune bombs—toss them down the ladders and blow them sky-high!"

Explosions rocked the battlefield as arrows and rune bombs rained down. Any orcs climbing the ladders were torn apart, some falling off mid-climb.

Blood flowed freely.

The ladders dropped side-by-side, forming a massive network of bridges, making movement easier and expanding the range of attack.

They weren't just building ladders—they were turning the entire wall into a siege ramp.

The battle turned brutal.

Fighting over cloud ladders had always been the most savage aspect of sieges.

Orcs fell by the thousands. Blood dyed the ladders crimson. Arrows, bombs, and talismans shredded entire battalions before they even reached the wall.

King Behemoth's expression remained unchanged.

Wave after wave of beastmen charged, and though a few reached the top, they were swiftly cut down by the prepared defenders.

The wall ran red with blood.

This was war.

"So this… is war."

Little Behemoth, still nailed to the wall, stared wide-eyed. This was the first time the cruelty of war had seared itself into his soul—so merciless, so brutal.

The battlefield was only about killing—you live, or you die.

That was the law of war.

He never imagined the war sparked by his capture would become this bloody—and the human side, far from weak, was holding its ground valiantly, inflicting loss after loss on the beastmen.

"Damn that mastermind. Do they want our Behemoth Tribe and Xuanhuang City to destroy each other?"

Little Behemoth gritted his teeth.