Ghent was a huge stage. It did not have any beautiful lighting or sound effects, but it was very realistic.
That night, from the moment Ren Xiaosu had killed his way out of Rose Avenue, the monastery at the end of Rose Avenue was like the beginning of everything. The blood had flowed from there, and the show had started there.
Chen Jiu had witnessed the entire battle that night.
From the start, the situation had been one-sided. No one had thought that Ren Xiaosu could win. At that time, the Sanctuary had been hesitant about whether or not they should save him.
But in the blink of an eye, the Wizard families had become the weak group on this stage.
This was probably something that no one had expected. Now, even the head of the Norman family had died a horrible death.
He witnessed with his own eyes Ren Xiaosu escape from the pursuit of tens of thousands of people. He witnessed with his own eyes the arrival of the lizard that guarded the palace. He even saw it pull open a large mottled iron gate. After that, everything started to change a little.
Chen Jiu's feet slowly descended. He felt that there was no need to continue watching.
"Father, where are you going?" Chen Anan asked as he watched Chen Jiu leave the battlefield. "Aren't you going to save him? Has he been killed? "
Chen Anan and the others could not see the situation of the battle. Although there were gunshots, they could not tell what had happened.
They did not know that the 6th Field Division had already arrived, so they thought that Ren Xiaosu would have been drowned in the sea of people by now.
However, things were completely different from what they had imagined. Chen Jiu turned to them and said, "He doesn't need us to save him. I'll go back underground now and see if I can seize the last chance. Wait for me here. I'll be back soon. "
The 20 or so members of the Sanctuary looked at each other. No one knew what this last chance was.
Chen Jiu returned to the underground world. He walked through the long dark tunnel and headed deep underground.
The path got darker and darker, so dark that Chen Jiu could barely see the graffiti on the wall. However, his heart was getting brighter and brighter.
It was as if they had spent hundreds of years walking through a dark tunnel, and now there was finally a ray of light in front of them.
That light was the exit. The tunnel was finally coming to an end.
If there had been a better choice, the Sanctuary would not have brought everyone to hide in the obscure underground world.
The underground world seemed interesting, but who knew the pain of not having light for a long time?
Without sunlight, the human body would lack calcium.
Therefore, there were a few places in the Underworld called Light Wells. Everyone would go there to bask in the sun every once in a while to ensure that their bodies grew normally.
However, the light wells in the underground world were extremely limited, so not everyone had the opportunity to bask in the sun. As a result, many underground people suffered from rickets.
Chen Jiu remembered very clearly that when he took the four-year-old An 'an and Chen Cheng to the light well, An' an used his tender little hands to block the sunlight. He only dared to let the sunlight shine on his face through the cracks. He was happy but also timid.
The underground people liked to use minerals for graffiti. Among the mineral coatings that could be used for graffiti, the underground people liked orange-red the most. Everyone said that it was the color of the sun that passed through the eyelids and capillaries and was reflected in the depths of the pupils.
This was everyone's desire for sunlight.
The Saint Church was the leader of the underground people and the Chen family had always been the leader of the Saint Church.
Chen Jiu had been told since she was sensible that if there was a chance, she must return to the surface with the underground people.
But this kind of thing … It was easy to think of it as a dream, but it was very difficult to realize it.
In this dim underground world, it was like they were sinking into an endless night.
When he first received news from Zhang Haoyun that Ren He's descendant might appear, Chen Jiu was both excited and nervous.
He was excited because his ancestors had always said that the descendant of the Knight would definitely come here to take over the authority of the Saint Church and lead everyone out of the darkness.
Over the years, the leaders of the Saint Church had always comforted themselves this way.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiu was nervous because he learned that Ren Xiaosu had come here alone. How could a single person overthrow the entire Sorcerer Nation?
Would the sudden arrival of such a person bring the already fragile Saint Church into the abyss?
Did this person have the right to take over the authority of the Saint Church?
But tonight, Chen Jiu understood that the person did not seem to have any interest in the Saint Church.
Chen Jiu witnessed with his own eyes how Ren Xiaosu took away the black Eye of Truth that symbolized power from the patriarch of the Norman family. At that moment, it was as though the power of the old nobility of the sorcerers was about to vanish.
Ren Xiaosu was surrounded by friends and comrades who had gone through thick and thin with him. Behind him was the entire Northwest Army of Fortress 178.
That young man had come to rule over the Sorcerer Nation.
At this moment, Chen Jiu finally arrived at the deepest part of the underground. It was a huge underground cavern that was as large as a palace. Countless torches were burning inside the cavern, and a black underground river was flowing rapidly through it.
Countless underground people were huddled here. After receiving news of the war on the surface, everyone hid here for fear of getting caught up in it.
The moment Chen Jiu appeared, everyone looked at him silently. There was anticipation, fear, uneasiness, and anger at fate hidden deep in their hearts.
Chen Jiu said calmly, "Stand up."
The underground people looked at each other and chattered incessantly. However, the noise quickly subsided.
After the first person stood up, the second, third … the 10,000th person also stood up and looked at the leader of the Saint Church in front of them.
Among them were old people, women with babies in their arms, and many young people with hoes in their hands.
Chen Jiu said, "It's been more than a century. I've been lurking underground for more than a century.
"Every year, people ask me when I'll be able to return to the surface. I believe my father and grandfather will also face the same question.
"But every time someone asks us, we can only remain silent because we don't have an answer ourselves at that time.
"We were born in the darkness, but our hearts are set on the light.
"But this world has never been fair to us. The light has always only existed in the well of light.
"When I bring Chen Anan to the well of light, I try my best to lift her higher. It seems that doing so will bring her closer to the light.
"I'm ashamed of that. I'm ashamed of my silence every time I've faced your questions."
The underground people's breathing started getting heavier, and the young man's grip on his hoe gradually tightened.
Chen Jiu's gaze swept across everyone's faces. "But if you ask me today when I can return to the surface, I'll tell you that it's now."
He called over a guardian with a tattooed face and asked the other person to bring a pot of vermilion paint.
Chen Jiu dipped his right thumb in the paint and smeared it between his eyebrows. "Those who have courage in their hearts, come with me. Those who have weapons take weapons, those who don't have weapons take hoes and those who don't have hoes take stones. I'll take you home and take you to see the new leader."
The underground torches illuminated everyone's faces. The underground people followed Chen Jiu and smeared the vermilion paint between their eyebrows.
… …
The Norman family manor was quiet. The mistress of the manor sat dignified in the hall of the thousands of square meters mansion and the young people of the Norman family gathered around her.
These young people were not qualified to go to the battlefield and the mistress was in the manor to restrain them during this special time.
The mistress was more than 70 years old but her skin was maintained like a lady in her 40s. Her jewelry was dignified and elegant and she had a graceful bearing.
Before the war began, the Norman family's Light Knight regiment had transferred troops to guard the manor.
At this time, the Norman family's manor was so tightly guarded that not even a fly could fly in.
In the hall, the young people did not seem to be nervous about the impending war. Instead, most of them had a cynical look on their faces. No one felt that war could shake the foundation of the Norman family.
The Norman and Tudor families had ruled the Sorcerer Nation for nearly 200 years. During this period, other families had tried to provoke their majesty, but they had all failed.
These young people had been told since they were young that no one could ever defeat the Norman family.
In the hall late at night, there was even a steady stream of servants bringing food. Freshly roasted beef and venison were placed on silver plates and scarlet wine was swirled in crystal glasses.
Silver cutlery was used because the people of the Sorcerer Nation believed that silver could detect all poisons. This way, they could check if someone had poisoned the food.
If not for this reason, the Norman family would probably have replaced all their cutlery with gold.
No one reported back about the situation of the war. Everyone thought that tonight would be like the day Donnery died, a one-sided massacre of the enemy by the Norman family.
In the mansion's three kitchens, there were over a hundred chefs busy preparing for this impromptu dinner.
The servants carried the food away like flowing water, and the chefs immediately made new dishes.
One of the chefs put down the kitchen knife in his hand and said to the assistant next to him, "Go to the cold storage and bring me the ox tongue."
The black-haired and black-eyed assistant nodded in agreement before heading to the cold storage.
The Sorcerer Nation's cold storage did not have an electricity-powered refrigeration system. Instead, the servants would take out the ice from the cellar every day and place it in the cold storage.
After the assistant entered the cold storage alone, he did not go to retrieve the ox tongue. Instead, he went straight to the place where the wine was stored and opened a wooden box at the bottom.
It was very difficult to secretly transport things into Norman's manor. Today, when the war started and the manor was changing its defenses, the intelligence personnel from the Northwest found an opportunity to transport the ice cubes and red wine from the icehouse. They sent this box in together.
If it were not for this war, they probably would not have found such a good opportunity in another two years.
This was the secret plan that P5092 had instructed Big Bluff to organize. P5092 said a head-on battle was one thing, but a sneak attack from the side was another.
Before the real war broke out, they had to seize every opportunity available to them. The opportunity given to them when the opponent made a mistake.
The more chaotic it was, the more likely the opponent would make a mistake.
When the box was opened, it did not contain wine. Instead, it contained an exquisite "all-nitrogen anion salt bomb."
When the intelligence personnel from the Northwest infiltrated the Sorcerer Nation, they brought radio sets and firearms from the Middle East. At the same time, a small number of them also carried the most comprehensive explosives in the world in batches.
Before The Cataclysm, there were actually metallic hydrogen bombs that were even more powerful than the all-nitrogen anion salt bomb. However, metallic hydrogen bombs were too difficult to develop, so they had already disappeared into history on the other side of the ocean.
Meanwhile, the research data on the all-nitrogen anion salt bomb, which was the brand-new pride of the Eastern gunpowder history, was found by the expedition team from Fortress 178.
Fortress 178 was located in the Northwest, which happened to be near the explosive test site for the all-nitrogen anion salt bomb before The Cataclysm.
The decomposition temperature of the all-nitrogen anion salt was as high as 116.8 ° C, and it had very good thermal stability.
But most importantly, it was known as a "super-high-energy material" that was second only to metallic hydrogen and closest to a nuclear bomb.
There was once an experiment in which a piece of material the size of a grain of salt leaked out and destroyed an entire laboratory.
For example, five kilograms of TNT could only blow up a small bungalow. But this small and exquisite all-nitrogen anion salt bomb in front of them could destroy a Norman manor.
The kitchen assistant pressed the countdown button on the detonator and then left the cold storage room as if nothing had happened.
He did not even take the ox tongue. Instead, he went straight into the dirty channel at the back of the kitchen used to dump the swill and left through it without a change in expression.
His expression was calm as though the stench did not affect him at all. He was extremely determined.
…
In the well behind the Rose Monastery, Mego sat uneasily on top of a wooden box in a small secret room. "Why have you never told me about your past?"
Xiao Xia said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, but there are too many people involved in this matter. I can't let them bear the risk for me."
"I'm not blaming you," Xiao Mei quickly said. "I mean, if you had told me, I might have been able to help. When I heard your conversation in the underground, I felt useless and couldn't help much. I didn't even understand what you were talking about. "
Xiao Xia stepped forward and held Xiao Mei's hand. "Don't say that. How could you be useless? It's all thanks to you this time. "
Xiao Mei's eyes lit up. "Why do you say that?"
Xiao Xia explained, "It's all thanks to you bringing the descendant of the Knight to the Sorcerer Kingdom."
Xiao Mei said, "… Is that so?"
At this moment, Xiao Mei felt as though her heart had been stabbed by 10,000 knives. She almost cried out loud.
"I'm just joking with you," Xiao Xia said with a smile. She sat next to Xiao Mei on the box and said, "I learned about these things when I was 12 years old. From that day onwards, I could no longer live a carefree life like other people my age. At that time, I was very envious of you. But later, I stopped being envious. I just wanted to protect everything beautiful for you. Actually, it was my idea to send you to the border to investigate. Do you blame me? I just wanted to get you away from the whirlpool of Ghent City before the conflict broke out. "
Not only that, but Xiao Xia's marriage contract with the Tudor family was also a consideration to make Xiao Mei give up.
Of course, the main reason Xiao Xia made this decision was to give her a chance to get closer to the Tudor family.
Xiao Xia did not really want to marry that person from the Tudor family. Their plan was to poison the Tudor family on the day of the wedding while they were holding a banquet.
There would definitely be many wizards attending the wedding that day, and the core members of the Tudor family would definitely be there too.
"It's not your fault." Mego shook his head. "Those two difficult years made me understand a lot of things. I looked up at the starry sky alone and sang to myself alone. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but later on, I realized that loneliness can make one's heart stronger."
At that moment, Mego suddenly thought that if Ren Xiaosu was still in this secret room, he would probably say to him, "It's useless to just have a strong heart. You have to be strong physically too."
Thinking of this, Xiao Mei even found it a little funny. That Middle Earth young man seemed to have looked down on him from the beginning, but he had been helping him all along.
Xiao Xia looked at Xiao Mei's silly expression and thought to herself, "Maybe it's just luck for fools."
However, Xiao Mei smiled and fell silent. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly said, "Actually, I know I'm pretty useless. If I was really useful, all of you wouldn't have subconsciously come to protect me, right? But no matter whether I'm useful or not, I really want to get out of this well instead of hiding here like an ostrich. Ren Xiaosu is my friend. He has already done a lot for me. Now, in order to help us attract attention, he even went out alone to face thousands of soldiers. "
Xiao Xia listened quietly. Xiao Mei mustered up his courage and said, "He came to this Wizard Nation alone, and he doesn't have any relatives. Since he treats me as a friend, I should treat him like a friend too. I don't know if he's still alive, and I don't know if I can save him in time or if it'll be useful. But if I don't go, I'll regret it. "
The calm Xiao Xia gradually smiled. "You've really changed a lot."
"Really?" Xiao Mei said a little embarrassedly. "Sometimes, I also want to live like Ren Xiaosu. I don't have to be afraid of anything, and the truth sounds like I'm bragging to others …"
"You don't have to explain," Xiao Xia said with a smile. "Let's go."
"No, you can't go." Xiao Mei shook his head. "You have your own mission. If something happens to you, what about the people behind you?"
"Who cares about mission? I just want to be with you," Xiao Xia said firmly.
However, at this moment, two loud bangs sounded in Ghent City.
The sound was even more explosive than the thunder in the summer night sky. It was as if the cataclysm had come again and destroyed the world.
In that instant, it was as if the sky had started falling. The land started sinking, the mountains started sinking, and the meteorites started falling.
The whole of Ghent City shook in the explosion. Even the water level in the well outside the secret room suddenly dropped.
However, Mego rushed out of the secret room like a madman and climbed up the well's rope.
Xiao Xia brought him up to the roof of the Rose Abbey. The two of them stood on the round roof and watched the Norman Manor and Tudor Manor go up in flames in the east and west.
The debris and smoke from the explosions soared into the sky like real dark clouds rolling towards the sky.
Red flames were still flashing in the black haze, like real thunder behind the storm clouds.
At some point, Xiao Xia thought that even her ancestor, Russell, would not be able to do anything like this.
The Norman Manor and Tudor Manor were gone. The most glorious symbols of the Warlock Nation had instantly become dust in history. It was as though the Norman Manor and Tudor Manor had also become a thing of the past.
The flames from the explosions had blown the young foundations of the Norman and Tudor Manor into smithereens. It was as though they were washing away their sinful history.
The foundations of the Norman and Tudor Manor had been destroyed. No one had expected Fortress 178 to be so ruthless.
Xiao Xia and Xiao Mei held hands as they stood on the round roof. They looked at the Tudor Knight and Luminous Knight regiments that were starting to show signs of defeat in the chaotic battle. There were also the Central Plains warriors that had appeared out of nowhere. It felt like they were in a fucking dream!
So the other party really did not need her to save them. Xiao Mei sighed in her heart.
So this was where the other party's confidence came from!
…
At this moment, over a hundred assault columns of the 6th Field Division had cleared the path forward.
They had cleared out all the enemies hiding in the streets, alleys, and roofs. This way, the main forces that had just rushed out of the Gate of Keys could officially launch an even more intense all-out attack after making some adjustments.
P5092 was overseeing the rear with an indifferent expression. It was as though nothing else in the world could pique his interest other than war.
When the Norman and Tudor Manor exploded, Zhang Xiaoman was so shocked that he nearly lost his footing and fell off the watchtower. Even Black Fox was inexplicably shocked.
The warhorses of the Knight regiments went completely crazy. They no longer cared about the Knight on their backs and started running away in a frenzy. They did not even hesitate to trample on each other.
The neighing of the horses was mixed with the wails and roars of the warhorses, sounding extremely powerless and helpless.
The Knight regiments stared blankly at the soaring flames. Caught off guard, the heavily armored Knight regiments were thrown off their horses one by one. Due to their heavy armor, they could not even get up successfully amid the crowd and horses.
The Knight regiments who still retained their rationality wanted to keep their warhorses in check. Everyone focused on showing off their horsemanship. They knew very well that if they fell off their horses in such a situation, it would be over for them.
Everything was in chaos. What would it take to go from order to disorder? All it would take was a loud explosion.
In this completely chaotic battlefield, only P5092's expression did not change at all. It was as though he had expected it to happen.
The calm P5092 and the noisy world were like a stark contrast between absolute disorder and absolute order.
P5092 remained silent. The pulse produced by the explosion would affect the operation of the communications system. He was waiting for the pulse to pass and for the command to return to him.
All that was left in his ears was the crackling sound of surging electric currents.
However, to P5092, this sound was more like the silence after the extreme noise.
In this short half-minute, he could finally catch his breath.
P5092's thoughts sank into his inner world like a stone falling into the sea with a splash. Then he sank all the way to the bottom of the dark sea.
There was no suffocating feeling of drowning. There was only tranquility.
A moment later, the communications system returned to normal. A report from the commander of the frontline assault platoon came through his earpiece. "We've broken through Zone C31. I repeat, the 131st Assault Platoon has successfully broken through Zone C31 and is setting up a heavy machine gun position!"
In an instant, it was as though P5092 had been scooped up from the bottom of the sea by this voice. It only took him 0.02 seconds to revert to the familiar war machine. "I've overlooked something. The 131st Assault Platoon, do not rashly enter the battlefield for now. Find a high vantage point and cover Zone D19 with your firepower. The Young Marshal will pass through there in five minutes. Before that, you all must open up a gap for the Young Marshal!"
One order after another was issued from the command system. "The 97th Assault Platoon, take control of Zone C21. Don't let the enemies there pose a threat to the Young Marshal.
"The 81st and 82nd Assault Platoons, station yourselves in place and provide support to the main forces in the rear as they enter the battlefield!
"Black Fox, after you lead the main forces into the battlefield, make sure to separate the battlefield. I don't want the Young Marshal to have anything to worry about!"
As the saying went, to capture the bandits, one must first capture the ringleader. Now that Ren Xiaosu was leading more than 20 people to carry out the decapitation plan in the midst of a massive army, what P5092 had to do was ensure there were no more obstacles around Ren Xiaosu!
Zhou Yingxue stood next to P5092 and controlled the vines. She asked, "You mentioned that you've overlooked something? What is it? "
P5092 said, "Now that we've uprooted the foundations of their younger generation and even destroyed their manor, they'll feel despair. So we have to prevent the Norman and Tudor clans from unleashing new strength in their despair."
In a war, a good commander would not only have to consider how to strike the enemy step by step, but also how to weaken the enemy's strength, reinforcements, and supply lines.
They would also have to consider the human heart.
Although warlocks were pampered, they still had their pride.
No one could be sure if an ancient and mysterious legacy like witchcraft would erupt with unimaginable power in a desperate situation.
Zhou Yingxue frowned. "What should we do?"
P5092 said calmly, "They can still unleash strength in their despair because there's still a glimmer of hope in their hearts. As long as the Young Marshal can decapitate them fast enough and destroy all hope before the warlocks can unleash their strength, it'll be fine. "
Next to him, the engineer who was in charge of debugging P5092's equipment thought to himself that ever since Commander P5092 came to the Northwest, he had become more and more ruthless.
…
Ren Xiaosu calmly observed the battlefield. For some reason, the more dangerous it was, the calmer he would become.
It was like this in the Jing Mountains, Luoyang City, and the Sacred Pyro Mountains. And it was even more so now that he was surrounded by a massive army.
Earlier, Zhang Xiaoman had pointed him in the direction of the Tudor patriarch's retreat. But before he could confirm it, the pulse from the Norman and Tudor manors had affected the communications system.
But the good news was that half of the Knight soldiers around them who had never seen "high-powered explosives" before were dumbfounded.
In this backward country, the warlocks claimed to be gods, while the soldiers of the warlock clans claimed to be the Knight of the Divine Kingdom. But at this moment, this group of godly followers had encountered something that even theology could not explain.
"11 o 'clock!" Ren Xiaosu roared on the battlefield, "Seize this opportunity and break through!"
In an instant, the tanks led by "Old Xu" turned around. Wherever the black saber pointed, blood flowed like a river.
The 22 T5 warriors on both sides were like the tracks of a war chariot as they ruthlessly crushed their enemies to the ground.
Among the tens of millions of people, they would eventually run out of bullets and grenades. Therefore, when the battle reached its climax, the T5 warriors would realize their fists and bodies were still the most useful.
In the Pyro Company, the T5 warriors were known as the chosen ones.
Just as P5092 had said, not everyone was qualified to become a T5 warrior. The achievements that the genetic medicine could help you achieve were determined by your genes at birth.
Therefore, every T5 warrior in the Pyro Company was a treasure. Each of them had been forged according to the principles of war, and each of them was a true killing machine.
When they became the tracks of a tank and ran out of ammunition, this group of crazy and powerful machines would start plundering the enemy's weapons.
The T5 warriors would snatch the enemy's swords with a force that they could not resist at all before stabbing the enemy's longswords into the gaps in their armor.
The Tudor and Norman Knight regiments were equipped with the best equipment in the Warlock Nation. Their armor was thick and tough, and it was unrealistic to use swords to hack at them.
If a normal warrior were to use cold weapons against them, they would probably have to expend a lot of effort to kill them.
However, the T5 warriors were more agile and domineering than expected. Their control over their bodies had already reached an extraordinary level.
Of course, with the strength of a T5 warrior, they could easily kill a Cavalryman through their armor. However, these people were true war machines. When faced with an uncountable number of enemies, they would definitely achieve the greatest damage with the least amount of stamina.
No one knew which would come first, "victory" or "death" in a war. Therefore, they had to conserve their strength to deal with all the risks.
Wherever the war chariots passed, a T5 warrior would casually stab with his sword. The sword would pierce through the gap between the enemy's helmet and heavy armor and pierce into the enemy's neck, pinning him to the ground.
This stab was as precise as a heart surgery. The thin sword pierced through a 0.3mm gap in the armor like a fisherman cleverly stabbing an oyster shell with a dagger.
Immediately after, the T5 warrior pulled out the Knight's sword from his waist and continued looking for the next enemy!
This series of actions was done in one go!
During the battle, the T5 warriors would occasionally look at each other and see the fanaticism in each other's eyes.
This exhilarating battle was something they had never experienced before when the Pyro Company troops were facing the expeditionary army. The memories of fleeing like a bunch of prodigal dogs seemed to have vanished. It was as though a dusty sword had been polished and was shining once again!
However, the T5 warriors did not have unlimited stamina. They had been chasing after Ren Xiaosu for nearly 40 minutes. During this period, they had ensured that the troops at the rear could pass through the passageway without any interference. However, their breathing was also starting to get chaotic.
Gradually, everyone's movements became less precise, and they even started making mistakes.
But at this moment, Ren Xiaosu and "Old Xu" suddenly came to a stop at the front of the tank. While the T5 warriors were at a loss, they heard Ren Xiaosu say, "Rest where you are for five minutes. Pay attention to your breathing rate and move your limbs. Don't let lactic acid accumulate in your muscles, and don't let your heart rate drop too much!"
Then Ren Xiaosu really stood where he was and started adjusting his breathing rate. He maintained a fixed rhythm at all times. The T5 warriors had all undergone similar training before, so they understood that maintaining their heart rate meant that they had to continue to secrete their hormones efficiently. Only by doing so would their combat effectiveness not drop after they recuperated.
Breathing was the key in battle.
However, the T5 warriors were still a little unsure. There were still tens of thousands of enemies around them. Would it really be fine to just stand there and rest?
However, when the T5 warriors looked around, none of the enemies dared to take this opportunity to get close to them.
The Knight who had just calmed down their horses and were charging towards Ren Xiaosu seemed to be a little flustered. They did not know why these war machines had suddenly stopped. Were they already at the end of their tether, or were they accumulating new strength?
These Knight warriors did not even dare to go forward and test the waters!
The T5 warriors looked at Ren Xiaosu's back in silence. The young man who was calmly standing in the middle of the battlefield and quietly adjusting his breathing was like a god!
There were no enemies within ten steps of the young man. It was like a vacuum.
At this moment, they finally understood why the P5 commander had followed a young man like this to the Northwest.
At this moment, they finally understood why their comrades from the 6th Combat Brigade respected him so much!
Unknowingly, the eyes of the T5 warriors became even more fanatical. It was as though they had gained a new faith.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoman's voice rang out in Ren Xiaosu's earpiece again. "Young Marshal, the patriarch of the Tudors seems to be waking up. He's right in front of you, about 700 meters away!"
Ren Xiaosu turned around and said to the T5 warriors with a smile, "Have you rested enough? Can you still fight? Charge with me again! "
The T5 warrior replied with a smile, "As Young Marshal wishes!"
Ren Xiaosu pointed his black saber forward. "Luo Lan, get the martyred spirits to blast a path for us with their heavy machine guns!"
Luo Lan, who had been hiding in the middle of the tank with his martyred spirits, laughed out loud. "Alright, you guys didn't let me make a move earlier. I was so stifled!"
During the previous charge, Ren Xiaosu did not let the martyred spirits make a move at all. He kept asking them to conserve their ammunition so that they would not be able to break out of the encirclement if they were surrounded.
But from the looks of it now, there was probably no need for them to break out of the encirclement. Ren Xiaosu planned to penetrate the enemy on the battlefield!
While the surrounding Knight warriors were on high alert, they suddenly saw the young man and White Mask at the front of the "tank" suddenly make way for them. Meanwhile, the golden figures started firing wildly with their heavy machine guns.
In the dark, the barrage of the heavy machine guns looked extremely terrifying. It directly pierced through the Knight's wall in front of them!
As they chatted, the oars were reduced to ashes!
…
The patriarch of the Dudor family slowly sat up in the carriage. He felt dizzy as if he had experienced a long dream.
In his dream, he was walking on a prairie. The green grass was still emitting the fragrance of the soil after the rain.
He walked and stopped before finally coming to a river. At this moment, a burly river god emerged from the river and stared at him. "Honest man, did you drop a golden hat or a silver hat into the river?"
The patriarch of the Dudor family subconsciously said in surprise in his dream, "I don't have a hat."
The amiable face of the river god suddenly turned ferocious. "Liar, you clearly have a green hat!"
The patriarch of the Dudor family was speechless.
He suddenly woke up from his dream. Before he could figure out what was going on in this dream, he felt an abnormality in his spiritual world.
It was a blood succession witchcraft imprint that was constantly flashing. Each flashing imprint represented a dead son of his.
For a moment, the patriarch of the Dudor family could feel the dozens of imprints. He had only been unconscious for a while, but so many of his sons had died!
Over a hundred of his biological sons had died, and who knew how many of them were not his!
The patriarch of the Dudor family said angrily, "What happened?!"
The leader of the Knight family said in panic, "Patriarch, the manor has been destroyed. Patriarch Norman is dead. We are going to lose!"
"Lose?" The patriarch of the Dudor family said angrily, "I will not lose!"
He gripped the black Eye of Truth in his hand tightly, and in an instant, the blood succession witchcraft began to erupt!
The Dudor family's blood succession witchcraft finally showed its original ferocious face!
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Assault Column 81 was preparing to support the main forces in the rear. They used the bricks and stones of the surrounding collapsed buildings to build a thick low wall and used it as a cover to build simple fortifications.
This kind of temporary fortification was like a small forward operating base on the battlefield. They had to ensure that the wounded could retreat here and that the main forces would not be attacked when they passed through here.
However, just as they were building the fortifications, the blood of a corpse beside them suddenly formed an array. The patriarch of the Dudor family, who had just woken up, had used blood succession witchcraft to start detonating the scattered corpses on the battlefield one by one.
Frost gradually erupted from the blood succession formation. When the commander in charge of building the temporary fortifications saw this, he had a bad feeling.
The main forces in the rear were rapidly approaching, but the commander could not leave in time. He shouted at the main forces, "Don't get any closer! Retreat!"
The main forces of the 6th Field Division that were approaching slowly stopped in their tracks. Everyone watched helplessly as the white frost spread from the ground. Then the comrades of Assault Column 81 were slowly frozen into ice sculptures.
The violent frost aura erupted in full force. Some people tried to jump into the air to avoid the cold, but the plummeting air was everywhere, so there was no way to avoid it.
With over a hundred of their comrades suddenly dead, no one had the time to prepare their emotions or bid farewell.
A similar scene was also playing out in other places.
War was cruel, and the reason it was cruel was because when it created a tragedy, one would not be able to react in time.
At the rear of the battlefield, P5092 said calmly to Zhou Yingxue, "Concentrate all your strength to cover the assault column and preserve their strength."
Zhou Yingxue frowned and said, "I still have to cover my master."
It took time for the vines to grow. Even the creeper vines at Stronghold 61 took more than ten days to completely seal off the stronghold. Although Zhou Yingxue was stronger now, it was still impossible for her to cover the entire battlefield in an instant. There was still a limit to the amount of energy she could channel to the roots of the vines.
Therefore, if she wanted to cover Ren Xiaosu, it would be best for her to go all out and cover the area around Ren Xiaosu with her vines first.
However, as the commander, P5092 had his own judgment. "Don't worry about Young Marshal for now."
Zhou Yingxue's eyebrows immediately pricked up. "You think I'll ignore him just because you said so? That's my master, your Young Marshal! If he dies, you won't be able to pay for it even if you have ten lives! "
Zhou Yingxue was such a cowardly woman. At such a critical juncture, she did not care about Fortress 178 or the war at all. All she wanted was for her master to survive!
Therefore, she could not understand an emotionless war machine like P5092. Fighting a war was one thing, but why would he even give up on Young Marshal? Could this be the best way to command the troops?
However, P5092 looked calmly at Zhou Yingxue. "I'm not giving up on Young Marshal, but I have absolute confidence in him. He won't die even if everyone in Ghent dies."
P5092 continued, "Don't waste your energy on Young Marshal's side. Cover the assault column and continue advancing. Destroy all the formations that are made of blood."
Zhou Yingxue hesitated for two seconds before finally agreeing, "Alright."
But even though she said that, she still left some vines on Ren Xiaosu's side to continue spreading, just in case.
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The patriarch of the Tudor clan closed his eyes tightly in his carriage. The purple eye on the black stone in his hand shone brightly.
This small stone seemed to contain the wisdom of countless generations of warlocks.
However, after witchcraft like Russell's went extinct, it could only represent dirty power.
The person who held it could treat normal people as ants and even see themselves as gods.
Just as the Patriarch of the Tudor Family wanted to continue detonating the Bloodline Succession Arrays one by one, the Knights guarding in front of him unexpectedly fell down one after another. The heavy armors were completely unable to withstand the hot weapons forged by modern technological civilization.
The patriarch of the Tudor clan had no choice but to open his eyes. Before the heavy machine gun fire could reach him, the old warlock finally conjured a wall of ice in front of him.
The heavy machine gun bullets shattered the ice wall over and over again. But no matter how hard they hit, the ice wall continued to grow as though it had never shattered before.
"Help me out of the carriage and get me out of here." The patriarch of the Tudor clan said coldly, "Where's the honor of the Tudor Knight Order? How can you allow the enemy to get so close to your god? Go and stop them! After this battle, I'll use the honor of the Tudor clan to grant you the title of Ground Yinzi. You'll become a warlock, and those who have made outstanding contributions will inherit the title! "
As soon as these words came out, the Knight suddenly went crazy. Everyone had the dream of becoming a warlock, let alone a position that could be inherited!
It was important to know that lucky people like Mego could not pass on the Eye of Truth to their heirs!
But … a dead person could not become a warlock!
Then, the patriarch of the Tudor clan said coldly, "Those who fear battle will be implicated in the death of their three families!"
The Tudor clan had accumulated power for 200 years, and the Tudor Knight could not travel to the future to see who would win in the end. At this time, they had to fight to the death for the sake of their families.
Ren Xiaosu, who was on the opposite side of the battlefield, frowned. He had just seen the figure of the patriarch of the Tudor clan, but his vision was blocked by the sudden ice wall.
Behind the ice wall, the Tudor clan's carriage was extremely ostentatious. Ren Xiaosu tried to open the Shadow Door and slashed at the carriage with his saber, but he did not manage to cut anything.
Ren Xiaosu understood that the other party had already left the carriage.
The remaining elites of the Tudor Knight regiment began to surround the Tudor clan fearlessly. This secret enemy made Ren Xiaosu's scalp go numb.
Sure enough, waking the old thing up had caused a huge aftereffect. If he had killed the patriarch of the Norman clan a little faster, he would not have fallen into such a dangerous situation.
With Ren Xiaosu at the center of the battlefield, he continued to crush the battlefield. Ren Xiaosu chased after the patriarch of the Tudor clan like a madman.
Countless cracks in the ice spread, trying to slow down Ren Xiaosu's pace. However, although the momentum was shocking, Ren Xiaosu knew very well that the patriarch was no longer at his peak state after fainting.
The witchcraft used to detonate the blood circulation formation consumed a lot of willpower. Moreover, the patriarch of the Tudor clan was a centenarian. No matter how profound his witchcraft was, he still had to follow the laws of nature.
There were only two people in this world who did not have to follow this law. One was Ren Xiaosu, and the other was Yan Liuyuan!
In the future, there might be another Yang Xiaojin.
When Ren Xiaosu found out that he had been asleep for more than 200 years, he made up his mind to transplant his bone marrow to Yang Xiaojin if the medical conditions allowed it.
However, this was not the time to think about this. As Ren Xiaosu faced the layers of Tudor Knight regiment that was surrounding him, he suddenly felt like he could not kill them all.
Luo Lan's heavy machine gun bullets had already been used up. Even if Ren Xiaosu had an ammunition depot with him, they would still need time to reload.
Ren Xiaosu could hear heavy breathing coming from Big Bluff's side on his right, and the T5 warriors behind him … were gradually getting exhausted.
'Should I give up?' Ren Xiaosu frowned. He tried throwing grenades in multiple directions with Shadow Door, but he did not know how the patriarch of the Tudor clan hid his tracks. He did not manage to land a single one of the grenades.
"Zhang Xiaoman, can you find the patriarch of the Tudor clan?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
Zhang Xiaoman's anxious voice rang out in the earpiece. "I can't find him, Young Marshal. It's like he suddenly disappeared into the crowd."
It was not that he had really disappeared, but that the patriarch of the Tudor clan no longer allowed anyone to support him or sit in his carriage. This made Zhang Xiaoman lose the "basis" to find his whereabouts.
There were almost identical Knight soldiers everywhere on the battlefield, and even their warhorses looked very similar. Unless Wang Yun was here, no one would be able to identify the patriarch of the Tudor clan from the crowd!
The battlefield was constantly shifting northward. Although the main forces of the Tudor clan had arrived at the battlefield from the south, the remnants of the Norman Knight Regiment were withstanding most of the pressure. This allowed the Tudor Knight Regiment to surround and kill Ren Xiaosu without any pressure.
"Give up, Young Marshal." P5092 said, "Even if we can't find him, we'll definitely win this war."
Ren Xiaosu's expression gradually turned serious. If they could not find the patriarch of the Tudor clan, it would mean more people from the 6th Field Combat Division would die in a foreign country.
But at this moment, Zhang Xiaoman suddenly shouted, "Young Marshal! Young Marshal! A group of strange people has suddenly appeared in the north of the battlefield! "
"Strange?" Ren Xiaosu wondered.
"Yes, they're all dressed in very tattered clothes. They look like evil spirits that have just crawled out of the ground. Their faces are especially pale, and some of them are even hunched over. I don't know what's going on," Zhang Xiaoman described.
At this moment, dozens of manhole covers on the ground were suddenly lifted from the inside. Short hooks stretched out from inside and slashed at the legs of the horses. When the horses were suddenly attacked, their legs could no longer support their bodies and they fell to the side.
Countless Tudor Knight Regiment fell off their horses. Countless Underground Guardians with black tattoos on their faces and cinnabar markings on their foreheads emerged from the ground and fought the Tudor Knight Regiment fearlessly.
If they could not win one-on-one, they would drag the Knight Regiment into the sewers where more Underground Guardians were waiting. Once a Knight Regiment fell into the sewers, four or five Underground Guardians would pounce on them at the same time to kill them.
These people did not have any sort of method. They were purely relying on hatred and anger to support themselves. Behind that boundless hatred and anger, there was a glimmer of hope that gradually bloomed.
If this world was willing to give these people who were struggling at death's door another chance to see the scenery on the surface, they were willing to use their last bit of courage in exchange for it with their lives.
This was their last bit of courage.
In the north, Chen Jiu held the golden Eye of Truth and chanted an incantation as he pressed his palm against the ground with all his might.
The green bricks on the ground surged towards the Knight Regiment like a wave. All the Knight Regiment that was affected by this wave of bricks was thrown into the sky by a huge force!
In order to hide his identity, Chen Jiu rarely made a move. Therefore, many people had almost forgotten that some elders had once said that he was a once-in-a-century genius in witchcraft in the Holy Cathedral.
Ren Xiaosu watched all this silently, then suddenly laughed. He turned around and looked at Big Bluff, Luo Lan, and the T5 warriors. "Are you ready?"
Before anyone could respond, Wang Yun's voice came through his earpiece. "Young Marshal, I'm back."
Ren Xiaosu's eyes lit up. He turned around and saw that at some point in time, Zhang Xiaoman had been switched back to Wang Yun on the observation deck. Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoman continued to organize the main forces to attack.
"You must be tired from chasing after Wang Wenyan. Why don't you rest for a while?" Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.
Wang Yun smiled and said, "I have to find the person you want to kill, Young Marshal!"
As he spoke, Wang Yun raised his binoculars and scanned the battlefield countless times. Ren Xiaosu did not rush him because Wang Yun had never disappointed him!
"Young Marshal, the 10 o 'clock position is 300 meters away from you. The rest is up to you!" Wang Yun shouted.
Ren Xiaosu looked at the T5 warriors excitedly and shouted, "Lend me a hand!"
The T5 warriors understood and formed a bridge with their arms. Ren Xiaosu stepped on it and shouted, "Rise!"
In an instant, all the T5 warriors exerted their strength and threw Ren Xiaosu into the sky.
Ren Xiaosu felt unprecedentedly calm.
The moment he flew into the sky with the T5 warriors' throw, countless eyes focused on him.
After a hard night of battle, a flash of white suddenly shot out from behind the clouds in the distant sky like a spotlight.
He had been the main character on this huge stage right from the beginning.
However, none of this was important to Ren Xiaosu.
He just needed … silence!
Just like what Yang Xiaojin had reminded him countless times, when his body needed to follow his will and move forward bravely, all he needed was a key to turn on this machine … Breathe!
On the ground, the patriarch of the Tudor family, who was disguised as a Dudor Knight to change his position, subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky. However, he happened to see the young man in the sky staring at him with a sneer.
At the last moment of dawn, a steam locomotive suddenly rumbled in the sky like a train from heaven.
However, Ren Xiaosu did not want to use it as a weapon. Instead, he wanted to use it as leverage in the air!
"City Crusher!"
Ren Xiaosu stepped on the steam locomotive and flew toward the patriarch of the Tudor family like a precision-guided missile. Meanwhile, the steam locomotive lost the support of the rails and fell straight to the ground.
There was no time to recite an incantation or beg for mercy. The patriarch of the Tudor family could only look at the young man descending from the sky.
The eyes of the young man who was leaping through the air were scarlet. The black saber was like lightning of judgment, and there was light behind him.
From this day onward, the glory of the Warlock Nation would completely fall apart after this strike.
Blood splattered everywhere!
The head of the patriarch of the Tudor family fell to the ground along with his steel helmet. With a clatter, the steel helmet fell to the ground even further away. A frightened horse raised its feet high and then stomped heavily on the head.
It was dawn.
A golden ray of sunlight shone in from the east like a tide.
The Tudor Knights were dumbfounded, while the people underground welcomed the sunlight that had just touched their faces as if they had just been born.
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