C276 – When Immortals Fought Mortals Suffered
“Slay! Obliterate the Dark Parliant and bring an end to this catastrophic world!”
“Restore peace to humanity!”
Having witnessed Loong Chen’s formidable combat prowess, the Commanders grew even more assured of his ability to lead humanity in ending this apocalyptic era.
Emotions surged within them as they guided the Great Commander to initiate the assault.
Yet, their pace paled in comparison to Loong Chen’s. With each stride they made, they discovered the majority of zombies and mutated beasts already vanquished, with only a handful of defeated adversaries remaining.
The assembled were elite soldiers from various armies, capable of effortlessly dispatching these remnants.
Consequently, several battalions traversed multiple checkpoints within the Dark Parliant unscathed.
“When did warfare beco so straightforward?”
A voice couldn’t help but inquire.
Each soldier present had weathered countless battles, teetering on the edge of mortality each ti.
Yet, this ti, they felt akin to spectators rather than participants.
As Loong Chen once again decimated thousands of zombies and mutated beasts, his objective drew near.
His target: the Dark Parliant’s headquarters.
However, breaching the stronghold proved unnecessary, as a dozen figures materialized before him.
They comprised beings from ancient civilizations, hailing from distant lands.
A figure clad in a black robe stood at the center.
Underneath him lay a Nine-headed Flood Dragon of Beast King caliber.
“It seems the self-important fool Taotie has already fallen to you.”
The Necromancer stepped forward and inquired icily.
“Unlike you, I respect Taotie more, as he was no deserter.”
Loong Chen looked at the Necromancer with contempt.
His eyes settled on the man in the black robe astride the Nine-headed Flood Dragon.
“Escaping isn’t cowardice, it’s a tactical retreat.”
Loong Chen’s remark caused the Necromancer’s face to flush.
Loong Chen stared in astonishnt. Its hide was indeed thick.
Did it just refer to fleeing as a tactical maneuver?
“You are the epito of shalessness,” Loong Chen declared earnestly.
Loong Chen maintained a serious expression as he spoke.
So onlookers from the opposing side struggled to contain their laughter.
The Necromancer’s complexion deepened to a darker shade of red.
“Human, curb your pride. Our leader is here now. After he eliminates you, I will command the undead legions to overrun your eastern continent!”
Necromancer roared.
“Only your president? He hides his face and thinks he can kill ?”
Loong Chen ridiculed, clearly unimpressed.
“How dare you speak so!”
Imdiately after Loong Chen spoke, the Nine-headed Flood Dragon let out simultaneous roars from all its heads.
The legion elites behind Loong Chen were so overwheld that their eardrums nearly burst, and the weaker ones lost consciousness due to the intensity.
How could these low-level Evolvers possibly withstand the force of a Beast King Grade mutated beast?
Loong Chen scowled and emitted a disdainful snort.
The powerful aura from his Divine Level bloodline began to erge, quickly overpowering the pressure from the Nine-headed Flood Dragon.
This allowed his warriors to finally breathe easier.
“Everyone, retreat for now.”
Loong Chen instructed gently.
The Commanders exchanged glances but chose not to stay.
They realized the impending fight was beyond their ability to contribute to.
Indeed, they weren’t even worthy of observing from a distance.
In their view, Loong Chen and the Dark Parliant’s experts were akin to battling gods.
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