Chapter 964: Chapter 27: She Will Not Abandon a Single Subject
He knew.
This breakout battle… the true adversaries were not these low-tier lackeys who only knew to risk their lives.
After the main ship’s crash, our side had lost the Commander, but theirs hadn’t.
Osmond spread his spiritual power, linking to each squad leader, issuing his final command, “Everyone, follow Lin Lin to break through… I’ll cover the rear. From this mont, Lieutenant Lin Lin will take over my position as the main Commander.”
In the fierce battle, this command was like a thunder decree!
The captains were shocked, looking incredulously at the one standing alone, quietly at the rear, the “Eye of the Legion”.
Although they were unwilling to accept it, they couldn’t deny… that the most trustworthy person in this team, the one to entrust their backs to, was indeed Main Commander Osmond.
War is cruel.
In true combat, things change in an instant.
Many tis, facing the sacrifice of a “comrade”, you can only accept it, with not even a second to lant.
Osmond’s command had just been issued when a second wave of blood surged from the rear, striking the Nether River, completely cutting off their retreat… In fact, after the crash, everyone had no way back, only forward.
But at this mont, their situation was more critical and dire, because even the slightest delay in moving forward would lead to them being “engulfed”, so no matter how shocked and incredulous the captains were, they could only choose to continue moving, and advance imdiately.
They had no ti for sorrow.
“Bring it on, beasts.”
Osmond expanded his field, his spiritual power boiling in the Black River.
Ten ters, a hundred ters, two hundred ters…
This Fourth Order Peak “quasi-general”, his field still expanding, turned himself into a bastion, stopping all the bone-winged creatures trying to assault his comrades, this expansive field levelling out at the bottom of the Nether River, forming a straight dam on flat ground.
“Rumble rumble!”
Thunder roared.
His feet firmly planted at the bottom of the Black River, resisting the ever-increasing force of impact, the bone-winged creatures fearlessly crashing into him, smashing themselves into mounds of flesh, followed by more flesh splashing on top of it—
Scarlet, staining the Black River.
Blood trickled from the corner of Osmond’s lips, even though he was nailed firmly to the riverbed, he still couldn’t control his retreat, his “blood-red bastion” alone couldn’t withstand the impact of thousands of hits—
As the bastion shattered.
Osmond reached and tore off the black cloth blindfold covering the Residual Pupil.
All of North Continent knew, that this fad “Eye of the Legion”, was a “disabled”.
In an early war, he had permanently lost an eye…
But no one knew, what he gained from it was not just distinguished battle achievents and a grand reputation, but another transformation.
After that battle, Her Majesty the Empress gifted him a brand new “eye”.
It was “a symbol of wisdom”, and “the furnace’s recognition”.
This was a “Divine Gifted Eye”.
Her Majesty the Empress told him, this eye contained unparalleled power, to be used with caution, but at critical monts, sure to aid.
After receiving the divine gift, Osmond followed the teachings, not abusing the Empress’s reward, covering the “Divine Gifted Eye” with a black cloth, telling himself to feel the world’s matters with his heart, because “sightlessness” allowed him to see more clearly… Since then, Osmond won every battle, with no defeats.
Today.
For the first ti, he used the “Divine’s Eye” bestowed by Her Majesty.
Rolling wind and thunder swirled and surged at the riverbed!
Osmond felt the divine power descending majestically, a familiar pulse, the warmth of the furnace.
This was a rich reward for Osmond’s faithful duty…
The Empress placed a trace of “Core Fla” within this eye!
In the Black River, a spark ignited, spreading—
The bone-winged creatures crashing down like an avalanche were incinerated in an instant, turning to char, the “Core Fla” spread continuously in the void, as if to burn to ashes everything Osmond laid eyes upon.
Scalding blood stread from Osmond’s Residual Pupil, he raised his head, trying with all his might to gaze at the floating Fourth-Order Creatures above, hoping to use the Empress’s Divine Power to annihilate them directly, but the endless bone-winged creatures surged forward all at once, willing to self-immolate, sacrificing for their “Commander”…
This great fire burned for a full ten minutes.
The bastion ford by Osmond alone successfully blocked the death pursuit above the Nether River.
He expended the divine fire within his eye.
The hot blood almost covered half of Osmond’s face.
The illusory field, at this mont truly turned into an “iron wall”, bone-winged creatures burned to char, solidifying and stacking into a high wall sared with a bright scarlet…
Then.
A Fourth-Order Creature slowly descended.
It landed before the elder’s field.
This wise creature, perfectly surviving the burning of the eye fire, thanks to countless bones’ sacrifices, hadn’t suffered even a slightest scorch, now smiled faintly, reaching out its palm… with a gentle push, the high wall collapsed just like that.
Human effort has limits.
Osmond had already burned through everything.
The collapse of the high wall ant… his field also crumbled and shattered.
But he did not retreat.
Osmond smiled.
He slowly drew a second blade.
It was an ebony-silver double-edged dagger, the sheath engraved with words of unclear aning, inscriptions in his holand’s native language, a “rembrance”.
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