Chapter 1463: Chapter 794_2
In his hand was a massive battle axe, its blade sared with blood; each swing claid the life of a Radiant Clansman.
The Radiant Clan, under the siege of the Goblin Legion, had suffered catastrophic losses.
Their defensive line had long since collapsed; many could not even resist before Goblin weapons pierced their bodies.
Blood dyed the earth red, and the howls of pain mingled with the screams of despair, painting a horrifying scene.
“No…
Please, don’t kill !”
A young Radiant Clan warrior collapsed to his knees, his eyes filled with terror and pleading.
Clutching a broken longsword stained with blood, his gaze had already lost all will to fight.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeing only the fallen bodies of his comrades and the ferocious stares of the Goblins.
Yet, the Goblin Legion showed no rcy to his pleas, nor did they halt their weapons.
The young warrior’s chest was pierced by a spear; blood spurted forth as terror and despair consud his eyes.
His body flew backward like a severed kite, fell heavily to the ground, and moved no more.
The sight struck a deep chord within every Radiant Clansman on the battlefield.
Their faces bore expressions of fear and hopelessness, as though they were staring into the future of their demise.
Those who once called themselves warriors of the Radiant Clan now seed as insignificant as ants.
Helplessness consud their hearts, as if they were facing an unbeatable legion of demons.
“Run…
Run away!”
An elder of the Radiant Clan murmured softly,
his voice tinged with despair, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the Goblin Legion, desperately searching for a weakness.
But all he saw was endless ferocity and murderous intent.
Amid the chaos of the Radiant Clan, Logan’s figure appeared once more in the heart of the battlefield.
With an icy, piercing gaze that seed to penetrate all barriers, he stared directly at the enemy’s soul.
In his hand was a jet-black longsword, its blade coiled with the infinite force of laws, as though capable of devouring all light.
“Radiant Clan, today marks your doomsday.”
Logan’s voice was as chillingly cold as the winter wind, slicing through the ears of every Radiant Clansman.
He stood in the center of the battlefield like an invincible deity, as if declaring the end of the Radiant Clan.
As Logan’s declaration echoed, the Goblin Legion’s assault grew even fiercer.
Ferocity glead in their eyes, their weapons swinging with relentless power, every strike carrying fatal intent.
The Radiant Clan suffered imnse casualties under the Goblin Legion’s onslaught.
Blood soaked the earth, screams and wails intertwining into an agonizing tableau of carnage.
The corpses of Radiant Clansn piled high, rivers of blood pooling together, a stark testant to the war’s brutality.
At last, the battle concluded with Logan’s overwhelming victory.
The Radiant Clan’s strongest warriors fell one by one, ordinary mbers suffered grievously, and the entire clan was virtually annihilated.
Standing at the battlefield’s center, Logan exhaled deeply, a wave of unprecedented ease washing over him.
“It’s finally over,”
Logan muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with exhaustion and relief.
His eyes surveyed the desolate surroundings, filled only with corpses and spilled blood.
There was no pity in his heart, only a cold and unrelenting killing intent.
“The Radiant Clan, ultimately, has fallen.”
Logan’s voice carried a trace of mockery, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion, as though he were looking at a swarm of dying ants.
In his hand, the jet-black longsword coiled with the unending force of laws seed to devour all traces of light.
With the Radiant Clan’s defeat, Logan’s Goblin Legion began assessing their losses.
To Logan’s satisfaction, the entire legion remained intact, with only minor injuries among a select few.
These wounds could be easily treated with simple healing dicine, having no impact on the legion’s combat strength.
“Master, our losses are negligible,”
the Goblin Legion’s chieftain reported respectfully to Logan.
Excitent and fervor laced his voice, as though reveling in the victory.
Logan nodded slightly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his eyes.
He knew this victory was not just the result of his own strength but also the seamless coordination of the Goblin Legion.
“Well done. You’ve all perford admirably.”
There was a hint of praise in Logan’s voice as his gaze swept over the Goblin Legion, as if admiring his masterpiece.
A deep sense of fulfillnt surged within him, celebrating their triumph.
“Master, what shall we do next?”
The Goblin Legion’s chieftain asked in a hushed voice, his tone a mix of urgency and anticipation.
His sharp gaze remained fixed on Logan, as though awaiting orders.
Logan paused in contemplation, a cold gleam flashing through his eyes.
He understood that though the Radiant Clan had been defeated, it did not an he could let his guard down completely.
The Radiant Clan carried formidable foundations; sowhere among them might linger hidden powerhouses, perhaps even a Dominator-level being.
Though they had yet to appear, the potential threat lood large.
“Rest for now and await the next orders.”
Logan’s voice was cold and commanding, resonating with the majesty of an indomitable deity.
His gaze swept across the Goblin Legion, asserting his undeniable authority.
The Goblin Legion’s chieftain nodded and respectfully withdrew.
A ferocious glint flickered in his eyes, seemingly preparing for future battles.
In his hand, a massive blood-stained battle axe brought death with every mighty swing.
Standing at the heart of the battlefield, Logan exhaled deeply once more, a rare calm overtaking him.
For the foreseeable future, he faced no enemies.
Even if adversaries erged, they would have to weigh whether they could endure the sa fate as the Light’s Lawlord.
Within the True Love Illusion Realm, every event adhered strictly to its inevitable course.
Logan had won. This was a destined outco.
The twilight pressed heavily upon Celestial Peak, while inside the expansive Darksteel Council Hall, flickering candlelight cast the shadows of over a hundred figures onto mottled stone walls.
Logan stood beside a bronze column engraved with cloud and thunder patterns, the gold-thread embroidery on his sleeve faintly visible under the firelight, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping upon a partially charred array map spread before him.
A sudden gust of mountain wind, laden with the stench of blood, swept into the hall, setting the copper bells at the eaves clanging in chaotic resonance, mirroring the disordered heartbeats of those gathered inside.
In mid-sentence, Logan’s flowing sleeve revealed the Nine Revolutions Exquisite Bracelet on his wrist—an artifact bestowed by the Sect Leader during his apprenticeship, now emitting an eerie crimson under the candlelight.
“Ladies and gentlen, observe the patterns on this Spirit Gathering Array,”
Logan’s finger traced the scorched marks on the map,
“The array’s core, which should have been crafted with Mystic Ice Jade Marrow, was instead replaced by common Cold Iron. During yesterday’s beast tide, when the array’s foundation crumbled one after another, did any of you hear the laughter of the Throne Elders from within the Mountain Protection Array?”
Before his words finished, the sound of porcelain shattering rang out behind an ornate screen on the eastern side of the hall.
All eyes turned toward the source of the noise, spotting one of the ten disciples who had survived the previous day. The blue-garbed youth, oft seen standing silently at the back, now gripped shards of a broken cup in his bloodied hands, crimson drops trickling onto the cloud-patterned carpet.
Suddenly, he raised his head, revealing a jagged scar across his brow—a wound from the beast’s claw the day before.
“Senior Logan speaks nothing but the truth!”
The youth’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping through the air,
“They not only hoard spirit stones, but even take their cut from life-saving tools like Heart Protection Mirrors and teor Shuttles.
I saw with my own eyes how the Seventh Elder replaced an entire crate of Top-Grade Spirit Stones with ordinary rocks,
mocking, ‘These fools don’t even understand the workings of an array.'”
He suddenly tore open the front of his robes, revealing a chestplate crudely patched with gold threads, its cracks barely held together,
“If not for secretly keeping half a spare Heart Protection Mirror, I would have long been devoured by the beasts!”
The declaration caused an uproar within the hall.
On the western side, several female disciples abruptly rose, the jingling of their glass pendants on their sword hilts ringing sharply:
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