"The brothers of The Second Town broke into the enemy city two hours ago. Activate your cultivation techniques, get ready, and charge with to support our fellow soldiers!"
"...."
Thud, thud....
Thud, thud....
The sound of intense heartbeats echoed in everyone’s ears.
Nervous?
Of course, nervous.
They weren’t the high-ranking Guest Elders capable of flying and vanishing into thin air,
Fifteen thousand feet was a number that made their hearts tremble, let alone the major Prefecture City occupied by the Sect Alliance below. But as the elite troops of the Black Scale Army, the whisper of clashing tal soon drowned out those intense heartbeats.
The light from above reflected a cold gleam in their eyes as they readied their armored weapons, waiting for the command of the Garrison General.
In silence,
Zhou Ping and his comrades around him put on their helts and wore their Covered Armor Iron Masks, the cold touch of the tal close against their skin bringing him a fleeting sense of security.
"Tap...."
Suddenly, soone gently patted his shoulder, startling him. He saw a middle-aged man standing slightly behind him, with his gauntlets resting on his shoulder, speaking softly:
"Weren’t you asking earlier what true war is?"
Zhou Ping looked back:
"Ah... right."
"....."
The middle-aged man’s lips moved as if he said sothing, but this ti Zhou Ping couldn’t hear his words clearly.
Because,
"Jump with !!!"
"Boom——————"
The sharp order from the Garrison General drowned out the middle-aged man’s whisper.
No, it’s not right....
What drowned out the Centurion’s words wasn’t the Garrison General’s order but another sound—the sound of destruction.
Ti seed to stand still, and the world beca silent.
The howling wind rapidly swept through the gaps in the armor by their ears, turning into a piercing shriek like a ghost.
Zhou Ping didn’t know what had just happened, but the connection of the Military Formation Technique allowed him to confirm that the Sky Beast he was riding had been attacked, and he had been thrown out of the cabin!
Falling down.
Falling rapidly.
The intense shock led to dizziness, and the rapid spinning during the fall made it hard for him to find his bearings, but in just a mont, the activated Military Formation Technique forcibly pulled his mind back from the daze.
The rapid descent of the Black Scale Third Town began.
Countless soldiers leaped from ten thousand feet in the sky towards the rising sun upon the Garrison General’s command. The high-speed descent quickly ford a stream breaking through the sound barrier around them, behind their Iron Masks were pairs of eyes filled with both fear and excitent.
But none of this was of concern to Zhou Ping at the mont; he was still gyrating mid-air, and the high altitude without foothold left him adjusting his falling posture bit by bit. Fortunately, they were high enough, high enough for him to stabilize from the inertia of the shock.
When he finally stabilized his posture,
Zhou Ping finally saw what had thrown him out of the cabin—it was a light spot spanning across the Sky Do!
The light blood within the black cloud ford by giant birds, expanding its radiance in all directions, beautifully splendid, then annihilating everything within it!
...The Celestial Weapon of the Sect Alliance.
Including the attack from The Second Town, it’s been less than two hours since it started. In past warfare, the enemy should still be in chaos... Why did the counterattack co so quickly this ti?
Thinking this way, but soon Zhou Ping couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Because the screech of giant birds ca from below!
Countless sect Sky Beasts and demon birds, accompanied by innurable fireballs and beams of light, pierced through the thick clouds from the ground, shooting towards the cloud upon which the Black Scale soldiers stood!
The sky was ignited in an instant!
Even before landing, the battle for The Second Town had already begun!
And at this mont, Zhou Ping understood why the Centurion said the battles of the Barbarian Tribes couldn’t be called a war, why the other party referred to the year’s campaign as a massacre...
The frenzied sect demon birds bursting through the clouds charged at them, while the elite troop of The Second Town, still in the air, was utterly helpless against these giant beasts from the sky. But just at their mont of despair————
"Roar!!!!"
The demon birds from the Pri Minister’s Mansion surged past them first, colliding with the oncoming shadow of death with iron blood and fierce valor!
With great composure, Zhou Ping entrusted his back to his comrades during the fall, adjusting his posture, preparing to et the battle formation below.
Ten thousand feet.
Seven thousand feet.
Four thousand feet.
Entering the clouds.
Then,
Through the Iron Mask, Zhou Ping saw the battlefield beneath the clouds.
This was a war-torn colossal city by the sea.
Built along the coast, stretching towards the horizon, its towering walls and densely packed streets testified to its forr glory, but now all of it was ablaze.
The thick cloud cover left the earth below dim and shadowy, yet it was illuminated by the unending sea of fire, billowing smoke rising upward. The towering walls were corroded by acid, the earth was boiling, the ocean was burning, and the shouts and explosions shook the heavens and earth!
In the lower sky close to the ground, the City Defense Array was on the verge of collapse, but countless battling birds still hovered above it. There were those belonging to the Black Scale Army, as well as those from the Sect Alliance, spewing acid fireballs from their fierce mouths, engaging in mad mid-air dogfights, biting one another, then crashing to the ground dead.
Every mont buildings collapsed, every second a bird fell from above the clouds, light beams from the Formation Patterns burst from various locations within the city, shooting skywards, only to be locked and destroyed by might from the heavens in an instant, shockwaves from the explosions reverberating everywhere, sending fire clouds and black smoke rolling skyward!
Chaos, weeping, death weaved a requiem nad war in this place called Jiangnan!
"Buzz————"
The backlash airflow from the Flowing Cloud Boots surged, Zhou Ping and the comrades who jumped alongside him landed precisely at the designated location, just about to regroup and advance, when they suddenly noticed an unusual armored warrior standing on a nearby high slope.
It was a scholarly man, not wearing a helt, dressed in Commander’s Black Armor.
He overlooked this vast sea of fire, the flas illuminating his profile, his delicate features starkly contrasting with the surrounding destruction.
In the silence,
Yuan Hao glanced at them, silently raising his hand and donning the Iron Mask symbolic of a commander, slowly drawing the Spirit Blade from his waist, and walked indifferently towards the burning colossal city.
Watching his back,
Zhou Ping’s ears echoed the words the Centurion failed to finish before he died.
They were————
[Welco to Hell, young man]
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