Chapter 210 - Dawn

Chapter 210: Chapter 198: DawnEvery fallen Snow Clan warrior became the cornerstone of Lu Hong’s unyielding stand. Bejili stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground. His level was just one above Shao Er’s, but in the face of Lu Hong’s robust vitality, he was utterly crushed.

The howl born of killing intent, the agony of a sundered soul, plunged Lu Hong into a trance, instinctively slashing at the attacking enemies, no longer conscious enough to unleash any skills. Otherwise, how could Bejili’s army have fought valiantly for four hours and not yet been wiped out?

"What the hell are you?!" Bejili roared, having tested every combination of joint skills to no avail, unable to bring him down.

As long as the Blood Curtain didn’t dissipate, Bejili would never be able to take this position.

"If only I knew Seven Extremes Slash, I’d smash your body to smithereens!" Bejili spat and took his bow off his back, aiming at Lu Hong’s brow to attempt another shot.

Sensing danger from afar, Lu Hong grabbed a Snow Clan soldier to shield himself and dodged the lethal strike.

"Damn!" Bejili ordered his soldiers back, loosing three arrows straight at Lu Hong.

Clang, clang, clang—three light sounds followed, and the arrows broke upon impact.

"The kid’s weapon is top-notch too." Bejili was troubled. He finally understood why the troops from Shao Er’s three units hadn’t taken down the opponent; the Seven Extremes Slash they sensed approaching must have been the Coldfront Squadron’s last stand before death.

The intervention from Di Ti had already caused the unconscious Coldfront Squadron warriors to suffer backlash, their spirits shattered.

"Kill!" Bejili ordered a continued siege reluctantly. He had also received a death command from Lafa: if he couldn’t take this position, he would have to sacrifice himself for his country.

The slaughter continued, the soldiers of the Independent Squadron behind the Blood Curtain had already run out of tears, and out of supplies, they were ready. They just waited for the curtain to break, ready to join Lu Hong in death.

"Chikya, I regret it," Xi Bo choked out. "He was a qualified warrior."

"Do you need to tell me that?" Chikya snapped. "It’s my goddamn good fortune to have met him."

"If..." Xi Bo said gravely, "if we all could survive."

Chikya understood. "If we all survive, I will resign as squadron leader and swear eternal loyalty to him!"

"Yeah." Xi Bo nodded. "Let’s hope we all make it."

The ancient plains were ravaged by war, and while Lu Hong’s position might not have seen the most casualties, it was without a doubt the most brutal.

The medics in the Independent Squadron were using magic mirrors to record everything happening before them. Once the enemy broke through the Blood Curtain’s defenses, they would use their last ounce of strength to send the magic recording back to the main camp. They would die, but they would leave behind a glorious testament.

Deep under an ancient city of the Snow Clan, far to the north in Sheng’en, a group of figures in black robes was rapidly assembling.

Ze Xiu, the Sect Hierarch of the Hell Church, arrived with Lando, casting an eye over the gathered followers. His voice resounded firmly, "The Snow Realm Army has almost all been deployed to the Endless Forest battlefront. It’s our best chance to retrieve our sect’s Holy Tome. Hence, we must win and cannot afford to lose!"

"Obeying the Hierarch’s command, welcoming the Tome’s return!" The followers knelt, murmuring low prayers.

"Good," Ze Xiu said, satisfied with their response. He moved to the forefront of the crowd.

A streak of dark purple flame flashed by, and a scepter engraved with Demon sculptures landed in his hand. Ze Xiu might not have been strong, having only recently elevated to the Third Transition, level nine, but his profession determined his terrifying role in the war.

"I, Ze Xiu, in the name of the great Military Governor of Hell, summon the great Demon Lord—Akanun!"

A massive gate of void appeared in the sky, blocking out the sun, and the shadowy figure of Akanun emerged, whispering, "The essence of Sheng’en, intoxicating indeed!"

Inhaling deeply the divine energy, Akanun looked down at Ze Xiu and said, "Military Governor of Hell, for what purpose have you summoned me?"

"The sect needs to reclaim a sacred text left behind by the Demon Master."

"Oh? Has my master’s Tome been found?" Akanun, too, was pleased. Then, looking toward the Ancient City of the Snow Clan, he asked, "Is it there?"

"Yes."

"Good, excellent!" Akanun laughed. "Demons of Hell, heed my command, reclaim the Holy Tome and herald the Demon Master’s awakening!"

As he spoke, thousands of high-ranking Demons surged forth from the spatial rift.

The garrison of the Ancient City of the Snow Clan had already lost their wits at the sight of the Demon Lord’s shadow and hurriedly reported the situation to their superiors.

"Activate the city’s protective array! Activate the protective array!" Even the City Lord was panic-stricken. "Report to the king immediately, the Hell Church is attacking! Request that the Supreme Poison Master intervene!"

The City Lord knew better than anyone that the city’s protective array could not hold back the demon army for long. Now all he could hope for was that the Supreme Poison Master would arrive in time.

"The Snow Clan’s Supreme Being will arrive in less than an hour, please, Lord, take action," Ze Xiu clarified the Snow Clan’s arrangements plainly.

"Do you want me to take action?" Akanon hesitated for a moment, as a god-level warrior, he was unable to break through the Dimensional Will of Divine Grace, and if he forced an action, he would certainly suffer significant backlash. Last time, in order to save Lando’s life, he incurred a hidden injury that had not yet fully healed.

"The matter of the Sanctuary is of utmost importance, please, Lord, do not hesitate."

Under Ze Xiu’s urging, Akanon nodded: "Very well." No sooner had he completed his sentence than a thousand-zhang arm reached out from a spatial rift, and instantly, a profound resistance from the beyond furrowed Akanon’s brow.

"Shatter!" Akanon gently tapped the defensive shield above the Ancient City and then hastily withdrew his arm, his voice grave, "Ze Xiu, if you can’t retrieve the Sanctuary this time, don’t ever come to the Abyss again!"

As the City’s defenses were broken, the Hell Cult’s followers soared into the sky and poured into the Ancient City, seeking the hidden location of the Sanctuary.

And the Demons made relentless slaughter within the city. In less than half an hour, an ancient city inhabited by millions was thoroughly turned into a City of the Dead.

"Your Majesty!" a Snow Clan minister knelt before Bu Sheng, crying, "When the Supreme Being Tu Sosu arrived at Yangshan City, it was already a Dead City. You must seek revenge for our clan!"

"What did you say?!" The Snow Realm Emperor Bu Sheng glared with rage, "How dare the Hell Sect?!"

"Your Majesty, the Hell Sect dares to attack our clan openly because they’re taking advantage of our Snow Clan’s army being fully deployed in the Endless Forest. Therefore, your subject begs the Emperor to immediately draw back our army, restore the original defense, and not let the Hell Sect succeed again!"

Bu Sheng took a deep breath to compose his thoughts; he was truly furious. The entire clan’s power had been invested in the Endless Forest to enhance their own reputation, but now, before any news of victory could come from the Endless Forest, their homeland had been desecrated. At this moment, Bu Sheng fell into a dilemma.

If he insisted on not withdrawing the army, then the Snow Clan would suffer terribly if the Hell Sect attacked again. Yet, if he recalled the army for support, everything he had gambled on in the Endless Forest would turn to nothing, and he would achieve no honor, quite the contrary, it could damage his reputation.

"Your Majesty, the lives of tens of millions of Snow Clan citizens depend on your decision!" the minister said sternly.

"Very well," Bu Sheng nodded, "I shall order the withdrawal of the army to defend the cities and at the same time dispatch troops to track down these Hell Sect villains. I will make them pay with their blood for the blood they owe!"

"Great Emperor is wise!" Supreme Poison Master appeared in the great hall of the Snow Clan’s palace as if from nowhere, his face beaming as he regarded Bu Sheng.

"So it is the Supreme Poison Master, I pay my respects, Lord," Bu Sheng gave the topmost Supreme Being the proper courtesy.

"Not at all," The Supreme Poison Master restrained Bu Sheng from paying his respects with a gesture, infused with Magic Power, "I am unworthy of such honor."

Without further ado, Bu Sheng directly asked, "I’m not sure for what purpose the Supreme Poison Master has come to my palace." Sёarch* The Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I am here to follow Your Majesty’s arrangements, everyone from the Sanctuary is prepared to heed Your Majesty’s command," the Supreme Poison Master gently bowed, thoroughly committing the Sanctuary to Bu Sheng’s feet.

"Truly?!" Bu Sheng was overjoyed; he had always been troubled by the Sanctuary’s disregard for his commands. What had the Supreme Poison Master taken the wrong medicine? Why the sudden allegiance?

"Indeed," the Supreme Poison Master spoke candidly, "Initially, I wanted to use the Endless Forest to test Your Majesty, but with this sneak attack from the Hell Sect, Your Majesty prioritizing our clan’s citizens over the allure of fame, I believe Your Majesty will certainly become a great ruler of the Snow Clan."

"Good, good!" Bu Sheng secretly exulted; bringing the Sanctuary under his control was a huge win.

Looking out at the sky taking on the pale light of dawn outside the palace, Bu Sheng wrote a royal decree and sent it into Rafa’s hands.

Rafa’s hands trembled as he received the royal decree sent down from Divine Grace; with this withdrawal, his efforts were in vain!

"Retreat! Order a full withdrawal!" Despite his reluctance, the command of the King had to be carried out, and the sound of the retreat horns echoed from the Snow Clan’s camp, resounding through the ancient plains.

Lu Hong knelt halfway in a sea of corpses, as Bejili made the final preparations.

Yes, he was about to win, this aberration was finally going down!

Hu~

Hu~

Hu~

Hearing the horns, Bejili froze, along with the Snow Clan warriors who had been fighting for nearly half a day, their faces full of confusion.

Retreat?

"General!" the Deputy General called out sharply, "What should we do?"

Bejili’s body shook violently, eyes tearing, he bellowed: "Retreat!"

As the Snow Clan’s soldiers retreated like a receding tide, Chiyia and the others wept with joy, truly they were withdrawing, Lu Hong had actually done it!