"The demons are killing each other and even destroyed the Demon Source?" The Major General’s face was filled with delight, unable to suppress a low chuckle. Such a fortunate event of eliminating a major threat without losing a single soldier was a first for him; just thinking about it made him feel utterly comfortable. "This Magma Demon King really is a ’good comrade.’"
He paused and then asked, "What happened afterward? Did the Magma Demon King return to the Lava Sea?"
The adjutant shook his head. "It’s still unclear for now; the scouting team didn’t dare get too close."
"Forget it." The Major General waved his hand dismissively. "A destroyed Demon Source is already an unexpected joy. As for that Tier Seven Demon King, there will be a day to deal with it eventually."
His tone was full of ease, evidently not taking the Magma Demon King seriously.
"Sir, there’s another matter to report." The adjutant suddenly pulled a docunt from the folder and handed it over, "Please take a look at this first."
The Major General quickly skimd through the docunt, his previously relaxed face gradually becoming grave, eventually turning livid. "It’s the Blood Demon Cult again, these mongrels! They’re like ghosts that never leave!"
The docunt unmistakably recorded that in the past ten days, more than fifty officers from various battlegroups had gone missing.
These missing individuals had a common trait—they were all Spiritualists with bloodline levels above silver, including a few scions from the Golden Clan.
Clearly, this was the handiwork of the Blood Demon Cult.
"Relay my orders!" The Major General slamd the table. "All bloodline Spiritualists in the battlegroups must move in pairs, strictly forbidden to venture out alone! As soon as any trace of the Blood Demon Cult is discovered, report imdiately. We cannot let them succeed again!"
"Yes, sir!" The adjutant replied in a deep voice, turning quickly to leave.
...
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, have you guys noticed that there seem to be a lot fewer demons recently?" In the camp of the Broken Blade Line, a young warrior was polishing his military knife, his face full of puzzlent.
The surrounding comrades all nodded: "Now that you ntion it, it’s true! Previously, we had to fight at least once or twice a day, and on busy days, we couldn’t even stop at five or six battles. But now, it’s like this: even when we go out to clear the Demon Caves, we hardly see anything, and the camp hasn’t had a demon assault for days, which was unthinkable before."
"I know the reason for this." A soldier with a crew cut suddenly spoke up, intriguing those around as they eagerly gathered.
"Quick, tell us, what’s going on?"
The crew cut soldier didn’t keep them in suspense, lowering his voice to say: "The Demon Source closest to us has been destroyed."
"What?!"
The warriors were collectively startled. The destruction of a Demon Source was a monuntal event, yet they hadn’t heard a word from the officers.
"Is that true? If such a thing happened, the Captain should have told us, right?" Soone couldn’t help but question.
The crew cut soldier retorted: "Think about it, how long has it been since the Captain was last at the camp?"
Everyone was montarily speechless. It’s true that the Captain had been quite elusive recently, seldom seen in and around the camp. Fortunately, with the demon numbers drastically reduced, the battlegroup felt far less pressure. The Captain’s presence seed inconsequential.
"Where did you hear this from?" soone asked.
"I overheard it by chance during a conversation between the leaders of the second and fifth battalions." The crew cut soldier explained, "But since the officers haven’t formally announced it, I didn’t dare say anything openly, until now that we brought it up."
"So, this news is likely true?"
The warriors’ faces instantly broke into smiles. They finally understood why there were fewer demons—the destruction of the Demon Source ant the demons lost their "blood" foundation, and coupled with their ongoing internal strife, they quickly started showing signs of decline in just a few days.
"You all have quite the keen ears for information."
A slightly amused voice suddenly ca from behind, causing the warriors to stiffen. Recognizing the voice, they imdiately straightened up, shouting in unison, "Captain!"
Qin Tian walked slowly over, his gaze sweeping across the soldiers before finally settling on the crew cut soldier. He smiled and said, "Luo Ping, I recall you’re from the Gold Rat bloodline, no wonder your ears are so sharp."
Luo Ping instantly tensed up, hastily waving his hands to explain: "Captain, I didn’t an to eavesdrop; it just so happened..."
"Alright, no need to be nervous." Qin Tian laughed, patting his shoulder. "It wasn’t a secret anyway. I was planning to announce it to everyone. It’s no big deal that you ntioned it first."
Hearing this, Luo Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing a simple smile on his face.
Back at the camp, Qin Tian imdiately ordered a gathering of all personnel.
As hundreds of soldiers stood in formation on the training ground, he walked up onto the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the weathered faces as he loudly declared, "I have so good news to share with everyone—the Demon Source at Fla Mountain has been completely destroyed!"
No sooner had he spoken than the training ground first fell into brief silence, followed by deafening cheers.
"What? The Demon Source is really destroyed?!"
"That’s great! Now we can finally catch a breath!"
"We won’t have to be on edge every day, worrying about demon raids anymore!"
The warriors excitedly high-fived each other, so unable to resist swinging their weapons, the clashing armor and cheers mingling and soaring into the sky.
They of all people understood what the destruction of a Demon Source ant—demons in the area would gradually dwindle, losing their ability to regenerate, and the pressure on the Broken Blade Line would drastically decrease, reversing the situation from defense to offense starting today.
Qin Tian watched the boiling crowd before him, and once the cheers subsided a bit, he raised his hand to signal for quiet: "Though the Demon Source is destroyed, everyone should not let down their guard. The task of mopping up the remaining enemies must still be done with full effort."
"Yes!"
The collective response was full of vigor.
Afterwards, Qin Tian gathered all the core officers for a eting in the command tent.
"I’m going to be leaving for a few days."
As these words left Qin Tian’s mouth, the atmosphere within the tent instantly froze.
Worry appeared on everyone’s faces—Captain Qin was the backbone of the Chijin Battlegroup; the group had managed to gain a foothold in the perilous Infernal Demon Sea and even achieved nurous feats, all thanks to his strategic masterminding.
His departure felt like losing a crucial pillar to lean on.
"No need to worry, everyone." Qin Tian noticed their concern, speaking lightly, "Recently, I’ve almost cleared all the Demon Caves around the camp, and the residual demons pose no threat to you guys."
Everyone ca to realize—that the Captain’s frequent excursions lately were actually in preparation for his departure.
"Additionally, I’ve already inford the Tiebi and Xingyuan battlegroups. They will move closer to the Broken Blade Line and can be called upon if any difficult situations arise." Qin Tian added, showing that he had considered all contingencies thoroughly.
"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison.
Since the Captain had arranged everything ticulously, they naturally had no objections. Furthermore, if Qin Tian chose to leave at this ti, it had to be for an important reason.
"Captain, if I may ask, where are you headed?" Li Wufeng, sharing a personal friendship with Qin Tian, couldn’t contain his curiosity.
Qin Tian smiled candidly: "I plan to break through, but I need to find a place rich in dark energy."
As soon as he said this, everyone understood.
The Infernal Demon Sea is brimming with furious fire elents, but dark elents are extrely scarce. As a Spiritualist of both Thunder and Dark elents, Qin Tian needed to find a suitable place to break through.
Nonetheless, everyone couldn’t help but ponder—the Demon Suppression Abyss is filled with demonic qi, and any slight misstep during the breakthrough process could lead to foundation damage at best, or deep ntal peril at worst.
But since Qin Tian had made the decision, he must have a counterasure in place, and everyone refrained from questioning further, silently praying in their hearts for his success.
"Captain, we wish you all the best." Li Wufeng was the first to bow.
"We look forward to your successful return!"
The other officers echoed, their eyes full of trust and anticipation.
Qin Tian nodded with a smile: "The battlegroup is in your hands while I’m gone."
Leaving the tent, Qin Tian stood atop the mountain peak, gazing into the distance.
In truth, his departure wasn’t just for breaking through, but for fortifying his talent.
Over ti, his Evolution Points had surpassed the 30 million milestone; everything was prepared, so the next step was the crucial one.
To evolve into the Night Demon King’s bloodline—
Holy Blood
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