The entire land was thrown into madness. Countless people were exhilarated, with the sounds of commotion echoing from dawn until dusk, almost without a mont’s pause.
No one could comprehend their admiration and adoration for the Black Emperor.
When war broke out, many of those living on this land were ready to leave at any mont, for they knew full well that the only reason they had survived here over the years was because of Purgatory.
Because of the Black Emperor!
If Purgatory were to collapse and the Black Emperor were to fall on the battlefield, this land would imdiately revert to its old state — engulfed in war, plunged into darkness, devoid of light.
Fortunately, Purgatory won.
The Guardian God of this land once again triumphed over evil, vanquishing those bastards who devour and spit out nothing but bones!
The celebration of ten thousand people!
No.
It should be the celebration of a hundred million people!
...
While hundreds of millions rejoiced, there were so who felt anxious, flustered, even fearful.
Just like Wendell, the leader of the Poison Wolf rcenary Corps.
Wendell was a middle-aged Westerner. He had once been incredibly prominent on this land, with many legends belonging to him, earning the title of a hero of the era.
But as Purgatory rose, Wendell beca more and more low-key and honest. Over the years, many even thought Wendell had turned over a new leaf, no longer engaging in those harmful and greedy acts.
Only Wendell himself knew that in this era belonging to the Black Emperor, staying low-key and honest was the greatest talisman for survival.
If possible, he wouldn’t want to do legitimate things every day, earning pitiful wages that couldn’t even fill his belly.
So, when the Satan Corps launched the war, and when Wang Shaoyang sent him a hefty sum of money, Wendell resolutely joined the war.
Man dies for wealth, and birds die for food.
Wendell saw this as an opportunity; as long as Purgatory was destroyed, he could return to his peak and earn a lot of money.
He also firmly believed that this war would completely eradicate Purgatory.
Unexpectedly...
Unexpectedly!
"Why? Why?"
Knowing the outco, Wendell stood in the secret chamber of Poison Wolf Castle, roaring repeatedly in anger and unwillingness, smashing many things.
He truly couldn’t understand why.
That was a whole two thousand elite rcenaries!
Wendell’s second-in-command stood silently beside him, watching the forr rage but not daring to make a sound, fearing that the erratic Wendell would target him and vent his fury.
After Wendell had vented enough.
The second-in-command finally spoke rationally: "Boss, the victory of Purgatory is already a fact. Why it happened is no longer important. What’s important is what we should do next?"
"What to do? What else can we do?"
Wendell said angrily: "That damn Black Emperor, never misses a grudge. Now that he has won, he will definitely co for us soon! If you want to live, run imdiately, leave this land!"
"Leave this land?" the second-in-command said. "Boss, all our money was made here. If we leave, what will we eat?"
"The world is vast, could we possibly starve?" Wendell said. "If we don’t leave now, it’s a dead end!"
The second-in-command questioned: "Is the Black Emperor really that powerful? After this great battle, Purgatory has also suffered significant losses, almost left with only residual forces. At this mont, wouldn’t it be better to rally other forces and concentrate on attacking Dragon Blood Castle to thoroughly eliminate Purgatory?"
"Easier said than done!" Wendell said. "A corps of over two thousand elite rcenaries was wiped out by Purgatory at the cost of less than twenty n lost, and you dare think of fighting Purgatory? Not to ntion that most forces suffered great losses in this war — even if everyone’s strength were still at their peaks, it would still be a dead end!"
The second-in-command was still sowhat unwilling: "Is leaving really the only chance of survival?"
"Of course!" Wendell said in a deep voice. "Hurry up and take a few brothers with you. We must leave this land tonight!"
"Alright, I’ll get on it right away!"
The second-in-command had no choice but to nod and comply.
Wendell turned around, looking at everything around him, his eyes filled with reluctance, and sighed sorrowfully.
A single misstep brings eternal regret.
Regret.
Such regret!
Having heard no sound of the door opening for a while, Wendell snapped back to reality, suddenly angry: "Why haven’t you left yet?"
As he spoke, Wendell turned around, ready to lash out at his second-in-command.
But as the words were at his lips, Wendell swallowed them back down, along with an emotion of fear that ca from deep within his soul, which surged forth.
Wendell’s complexion changed dramatically, instantly turning ashen.
Because his second-in-command was already dead, lying on the ground at this mont, face full of terror and horror, and standing beside him was a young man from Yan Country.
With a longsword on his back, he was as majestic as a god.
The Black Emperor!
"Bl...Black... Black Emperor..."
Wendell stuttered, suddenly unable to speak.
Ice-cold from head to toe!
Ye Xuan, on the other hand, appeared very calm.
He glanced at Wendell indifferently, then pulled out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, lit one for himself, and offered one to Wendell.
Wendell trembled all over, too weak to take it.
Ye Xuan stuffed the cigarette into Wendell’s mouth and lit it for him.
Smoke lingered, silence filled the air.
Ye Xuan gently exhaled a puff of smoke, smiling sowhat reminiscently: "We’ve t twice and had a few drinks together. I suppose we’re half friends."
Wendell didn’t dare to make a sound, nor did he have the strength to speak.
Ye Xuan continued: "Since we’re friends, it’s quite necessary to share one last smoke before leaving."
Wendell’s pupils contracted.
Ye Xuan grinned widely.
He took out the Book of Life and Death, placed it in front of Wendell, and said softly: "I’ve already written your na on it. Just mark an ’X’ on it yourself."
Wendell stared hard at the Book of Life and Death, as if possessed, took the pen and paper with trembling hands, found his na, and marked an ’X’ on it.
He didn’t want to.
But extre fear and awe left him no choice.
Ye Xuan retrieved the Book of Life and Death and sighed softly: "Safe travels."
Wendell died, and so did his second-in-command.
Once a roaring force on this land, the Poison Wolf rcenary Corps quietly t its demise.
Though Ye Xuan didn’t target the remaining mbers of the Poison Wolf rcenary Corps,
the collapse of leadership left the rcenaries scattered and leaderless. Even if they didn’t disband, internal conflict was inevitable, leading to their downfall.
Yet, before the news of Wendell’s sudden death could spread, many other forces on this land t the sa fate.
Everyone who participated in the war, even if they had only sent one soldier, ended up writing their nas in the Book of Life and Death.
In silence, each once-glorious force collapsed almost overnight, with no hope of resurgence.
And the cause of all this was but a single man.
A man who ca and went alone, without a single soldier by his side!
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