Guan Fei Bai's body trembled slightly.
When they left Mount Li, Eldest Brother had prepared a silk pouch for each of them, saying that they could only open it at the most crucial moment.
A few days ago, when the North Third Camp had fallen into a tight encirclement and the Orthodoxy cavalry had yet to send reinforcements, he noticed that Liang Banhu had opened the letter and was reading it by the bonfire for a long time.
The next day, Liang Banhu died in battle.
Was it his turn today?
He took out the brocade pouch and opened it. There was a letter and a pill inside.
In the letter, Qiushan Jun said that this pill was the same pill that Xiao Zhang wanted to use to help him break through to the next level, but in the end, it caused him to go mad.
After eating this pill, there was a small chance that it could greatly increase one's cultivation, and even break through to the next realm. However, there was a higher chance that one's meridians would be completely severed. If it was less severe, like Xiao Zhang, they would need to spend more than ten years of hard work to recover. If it was more severe, they would die on the spot.
Bai Cai did not see the contents of the letter, but seeing the change in Guan Feibai's expression, he vaguely guessed at something and desperately tried to dissuade him.
Guan Fei Bai expressionlessly held the pill, completely ignoring what he was saying.
Bai Cai turned to Xu Yourong and sobbed, "Why must you remind him of this matter?"
"How can you blame Junior Sister for this? In the end, it's our own choice. "
Guan Feibai's expression was very calm. After saying this, he swallowed the pill into his stomach.
In the next moment, he fell asleep.
"It's a knockout drug. Senior asked me to find Chen Chang Sheng to concoct it."
Xu Yourong said to Bai Cai, "Liang Banhu also had one in his silk pouch, but I don't know why he didn't eat it. Is it because the contents of the letter are different?"
Seeing his senior brother being carried away like a drunkard, Bai Cai subconsciously rubbed his head and said, "I still haven't opened the letter, so I don't know if it's the same."
Xu Yourong reached out her hand to stroke his head and said softly, "Then come with me."
Only then did Bai Cai realize that she had been trying to get information out of him.
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The ones attacking the eastern army were truly the main force of the demons. Other than the ten thousand wolf cavalry, there were also several times that number of soldiers from the various tribes.
The most important evidence was that the commander of this demon army was the Demon Marshal.
Separated by ten-some li, one could clearly see the massive figure of the Mountain-toppling Fiend.
The previous Mountain-toppling Fiend had died in Nuorilang, but the Demon Commander had somehow managed to find another one.
Wang Po hugged his blade with one arm as he sat in a swamp, leaning against a tree that had been dead for many years. His eyes were closed, and he paid no attention to the sounds of fighting and death outside the mist.
His injuries were far from recovering. If he wanted to block the Demon Commander, he had to cherish every ounce of strength he had.
The reason why the demons would abandon the central camp and attack the eastern army was actually very simple, and anyone could understand it.
Because everyone could see the small mountain on the outskirts of the battlefield.
There was a car on the mountain.
There was a little Taoist in the car.
The little Daoist was flying a kite.
Below the kite was a gigantic painting.
It was a painting of the Sangharama Temple burning.
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The wolf cavalry surged forward like a tide, but when they were still several li from the small mountain, they were blocked by the black-armored cavalry.
The war was carried out abnormally directly and crudely. Both sides' strategic intentions were very obvious, so naturally, there weren't many tactics to speak of.
The entire wilderness seemed to be able to feel the tremors coming from the east and hear the sounds of fighting.
"I don't know if that side can still hold out, but I know that I won't be able to hold out much longer."
Linghai Zhiwang rarely used such a human tone to converse with Chen Changsheng.
This was because he truly was under enormous pressure. The moment he walked out of his tent, countless gazes would be directed at him.
These gazes were questioning, uneasy, disdainful, encouraging. They were incomparably complex and extremely sinister.
The main force of the demons was attacking the eastern army, and that small mountain could be submerged by the black tide at any moment.
At a time like this, everyone wanted to know what the Pope's stance was.
The vast majority of priests and soldiers hoped that he would issue an order as soon as possible for the army to go to the rescue.
Yes, not even Divine General He Ming had the right to issue such an order. Only Chen Changsheng himself could issue it.
"If there is no news from that side, we won't move."
Chen Changsheng said.
Tomorrow was the time to refine the Cinnabar Pill. He was considering whether he should cancel this batch of pills and save his energy for the upcoming decisive battle.
Because the Cinnabar Pill had not saved the people he wanted to save.
The battlefield was the place where one matured the fastest.
Guan Bai's hand was ice-cold.
His heart would not lose its warmth, but it would still be much stronger than usual.
After a moment of hesitation, Linghai Zhiwang asked, "Is there a possibility … that it is inconvenient for the other side to speak?"
For a master to ask his student for help in the end … especially for this pair of master and disciple, who the entire world knew had a strange relationship, truly was a very difficult matter.
If this really was the case, and Chen Changsheng did not go to the rescue, what if something really did happen?
Shang Xingzhou was a Saint with an unfathomably deep cultivation, but he was still old, his body weak.
According to the news from Luoyang, he had aged a great deal in the last few years.
Nothing could happen to Shang Xingzhou, because he was the spiritual leader of the Human race.
No matter how much they disliked him, they had to accept this fact.
When he thought of the scene by the hot spring, the tightly bound black hair, and … the white hair that could no longer be completely covered, Chen Changsheng fell quiet for a while. In the end, he just waved his hand.
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As the battle continued, the pressure from all sides grew more and more real. The gazes turned into letters from the Red Falcons, and some Divine Generals even attempted to break into the camp to seek an audience with Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng received these Divine Generals, but he did not agree to their requests.
Xu Yourong said, "The situation over there truly is rather grim. The North Third Camp will not move, but the Fourth Camp might have to go up."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I know."
Xu Yourong said, "The pressure will only get greater and greater."
Chen Changsheng gazed at the dust rising from the distant plains and mountains. After a moment of silence, he said, "When I was young in Xining, when the pressure came, it was always Senior Brother who blocked it for me. When I went to the capital, there was Martial Uncle and Archbishop Mei Lisha, and later on, there was you. But in truth, my ability to endure pressure isn't bad."
From the age of ten, he had begun to face the shadow of death. No one could endure pressure better than him.
He continued, "The battle started too early. There's a problem."
Yes, no matter how few provisions Xuelao City had, they should have been able to hold on for a little longer, at least until the weather got a little colder.
Xu Yourong also believed this. "What do you think?"
"Master didn't ask me to help, which means that he doesn't need my help. I don't know what he's planning, and my abilities in this aspect are rather weak, so I can only cooperate as usual …"
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said, "Just like that time in White Emperor City, when you and Master planned everything, I just followed along."
Xu Yourong thought this over and realized that he was right.
In essence, she, Shang Xingzhou, and the Divine Empress were the same kind of person, while Chen Changsheng was a different kind of person.
The survival of the human race required the former, but the latter was the goal. Perhaps this was why she liked him so much?
"I like you."
Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and very seriously said this.
Such a sudden confession had truly caught one off guard.
Crucially, there were still many people around, and there were also people in the tent.
Their conversation just now had not been intentionally hidden from anyone.
Linghai Zhiwang carefully wiped the magical artifact in his hand as if he had not heard a thing.
Divine General He Ming's hand that was lifting the curtain froze in midair, just like the smile on his face.
An Hua gazed at Xu Yourong with stars in her eyes, feeling that the Holy Maiden was truly too extraordinary.
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This sort of scene could only occasionally appear, a lucky little flower blooming amidst blood and fire. The main theme of the battlefield was naturally war.
Battles were happening everywhere, chaotic and bloody. To the south of Xuelao City, in the plains with a circumference of several hundred li, these battles were constantly taking place.
The soil here was brimming with humus, so black that it was intoxicating and rich to the extreme. Even if blood fell on it, it would not be particularly striking.
But as the snow fell over the last few days, the plains were first painted in a layer of white, and then the red and green blood that greeted it made the scene even more ghastly.
Even the most radical of artists in Xuelao City would find it impossible to imagine such a combination of colors, such a clash of brush strokes.
Feints, restraints, suppression, separation, encirclement, a tide-like push — after all these little tricks had been used up, the situation was still as clear as it had been at the start.
The most tense and bitter battle was still taking place between the Demon Commander's wolf cavalry and the Left Army.
The demon wolf cavalry and black-armored cavalry collided, tearing at each other and devouring each other.
It was like the place where the river met the ocean.
Waters of different colors constantly collided, stirring up massive waves that swirled into a vortex that could swallow up the entire sky.
At the center of this vortex was that unremarkable small mountain. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to come to Qidian () to cast a recommendation vote or a monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please go to M.)
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