Chapter 121 - Goodbye, Louis

Chapter 121: Chapter 119: Goodbye, LouisFor the next two days, Tong Ling seethed with anger over Lu Hong’s words, still unable to understand why he, who was considered unbeatable on the wastelands and also restricted to Second Transition Level 4, couldn’t land a single move before others.

Obviously, he was being looked down upon!

During these two days, Tong Ling constantly thought about sneaking out of the residence to join the defense battle of the Magic Dynasty. Unfortunately, Tong Shuai knew his son all too well and had long since laid a trap throughout the manor. No matter how hard Tong Ling tried, he couldn’t step a foot outside their property.

"What are you up to?" called Lu Hong, poking his head through the window: "Digging a tunnel, huh?"

"None of your business!" Tong Ling huffed, continuing to strike the hard ground with his shovel.

Because Tong Ling feared his father’s discovery, he dared not use Demonic Qi, which made it impossible for him to dig through the foundation laid with silver steel.

Watching Tong Ling work so strenuously, Lu Hong burst into laughter: "Stop digging. The forces of the Red Nation are approaching the city outskirts. Tong Shuai sent me to tell you to gather troops and get ready to move out."

"So soon?" Tong Ling was startled. It wasn’t a short distance from the Red Nation to Tong City; even if he traveled day and night, it would take at least a week.

"What did you expect? The grand army can’t slowly march here. The battle at the Magic Dynasty will be over by then. The two races will definitely communicate and use the teleportation arrays," Lu Hong thought to himself that Tong Ling seemed to have gotten a lot stupider compared to when they first met. Where was that ruthless cunning from their first encounter?

"Oh," Tong Ling dropped his shovel, clearly unenthused: "Well then, let’s go meetup with them."

Leaving the manor, Tong Shuai had already prepared horses for their departure.

"What a dawdler," Tong Ni snorted coldly, her sharp outfit giving her a valiant and distinct charm.

"Alright, hurry up and mount. There are people waiting for us outside the city," said Tong Shuai, glancing at the two before galloping away on his horse.

An old servant brought over two magnificent demon steeds and respectfully said, "Young Master, Master Lu, please mount."

Taking the reins, Lu Hong mounted his horse and followed close behind Tong Shuai. The streets of Tong City were already arranged by Tong Shuai, with residents standing on both sides, cheering for Tong Shuai’s renown and the undying fury against the demon race.

As they reached the city gates, through the low stone wall, Lu Hong saw the orderly demon army – a formidable force unlike any he had encountered before, equipped with excellent magic gear. Even Sa Re’s men, who provided their own weapons, had standard-issue military hardware, which was merely common market stuff. A uniform set of magic armor like the one before him was indeed rare.

Tong Shuai halted his horse in front of the demon army and after looking around at each soldier’s vigor and their uniform stance, he nodded in satisfaction and took a deep breath: "Where are the sons of the demon race?!"

"Here we are!"

"Here we are!"

"Good!" continued Tong Shuai: "Now that our Magic Dynasty faces great peril and the Beastman Empire of the Continent of God’s Grace seeks to seize our territories, what should we do?"

"Death to those who invade our lands!"

"Death!"

"Death!"

Amidst the demon army’s roaring, Lu Hong was suddenly struck by a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Indeed, every soldier there bore a heavy intent to kill, each one of them a survivor of countless life-and-death battles.

"Well said," Tong Shuai nodded again and declared: "Tong City’s unit, the Execution Army, move out!"

"Move out!"

The shout of the Execution Army thundered through the skies, drawing the attention of the Red Nation army several leagues away.

"Brother Luo Bolun, is this the Execution Army, one of the three great battle corps of the demon race?" asked a young powerful figure, advancing shoulder-to-shoulder with Luo Bolun at the forefront of the Red Nation’s forces, accompanied by Tong Tang, the squad leader.

Luo Bolun nodded in agreement, saying to his companion: "Qi Rong is correct. The Execution Army is the strongest force under Tong Shuai. During the three-race war, the Execution Army emerged and reversed the waning fortunes of the Magic Dynasty. Even to this day, our fathers in the Red Nation harbor fear for them."

"That’s right," Tong Tang’s face lit up at the praise for his father’s army: "My father’s Execution Army has been fighting in foreign realms year-round, never once halting their march to battle. You could say if they’re not in battle, they’re on their way to the next one."

Hearing Tong Tang’s words, Luo Bolun laughed: "Thanks for clearing that up, Brother Tong. I’ve been wondering how such a fierce force was kept hidden by Tong Shuai. Now it all makes sense."

"Well...," Tong Tang suddenly felt he might have misspoken, noticing even Qi Rong was laughing behind his back.

On second thought, what does it matter if the Human Race learns of the Execution Army’s movements? Surely they wouldn’t dare ambush them in the foreign realms?

Having considered these factors, the warrior felt somewhat at ease, but wisely clamped his mouth shut, lest he accidentally divulge any demonic secrets and become a traitor to his own kind.

Tong Shuai looked back at Tong Ling, who instantly got off his horse and walked over. At that moment, two Deputy Generals stepped out from the ranks of the army, knelt on one knee before Tong Shuai, and said in unison, "Your humble servants pay their respects to Lord Tong Shuai and Young Master Tong Ling."

"Rise," Tong Shuai said, looking at the two Deputy Generals. "You two have followed me through many battles, and know this army even better than I do. Therefore, regarding the upcoming war of the demonic dynasty, you two will decide for yourselves what preparations the army should make. You need not worry too much about my son."

"Father!" Tong Ling, who had just envisioned himself leading the army and conquering the Beastman Empire, found his dreams brutally snuffed out by Tong Shuai.

"Your will shall be done, Lord Tong Shuai!" Naturally, the two Deputy Generals were overjoyed. Aside from Tong Shuai, there was probably no one else they would have taken orders from. They had been concerned that the young master would deploy them erratically once the war began, but with Tong Shuai’s command, they no longer had to listen to the nonsense of their young lord.

"Come on, you know your place, don’t you? Show some spirit on the battlefield by slaying a few more beastmen. You’re not yet qualified to lead an army," Tong Shuai chided Tong Ling for his complaints, then turned and left.

Left with no choice, Tong Ling could only sigh and say to the two Deputy Generals, "Let’s go and join forces with the Red Nation."

Lu Hong followed next to Tong Ling, pausing on the main road of Tong City, and it wasn’t long before he saw the slowly approaching army of the Red Nation on the horizon.

"Come with me," said Tong Ling, tugging on the reins, leading Lu Hong to meet the other party.

"This is my brother, Tong Ling," Tong Tang, despite his dissatisfaction with his brother, could not completely disrespect him in front of an outsider, or else Tong Ling would definitely retaliate later.

As the two armies converged, Luo Bolun spoke first, clasping his fists at Tong Ling, "Brother Tong Ling, I’ve long heard of your prowess. It’s truly an honor to meet you today!"

"Don’t you Red Nation folks have some capable fighters? Why send someone I don’t recognize to lead the team?" Tong Ling didn’t remember the nobodies, and although Luo Bolun wasn’t entirely worthless, he wasn’t within the top ten in terms of combat power in the Red Nation, so of course, he didn’t make an impression on Tong Ling.

"I am from the Luo family, Luo Bolun," replied Luo Bolun without taking offense. After all, Tong Ling’s recent battle with the young powerhouses of the Red Nation had caused a stir. The main commander for this expedition was not supposed to be him and Qi Rong. It wasn’t the strongest among them who were frightened by Tong Ling, knowing that Tong Ling led the team; they refused to meet them on the main road, taking a detour to the demonic dynasty instead, leaving him and Qi Rong no choice but to step up.

Luo Bolun? Hearing the self-introduction, Lu Hong took a second look – was this the same Luo Bolun who had sent men to assassinate him? A pretty boy indeed, huh!

Thinking this, Lu Hong looked towards the Red Nation’s army, wondering if Luo Yisi had joined them.

No need for him to