The Belgrath's official who had thrown the spear at Qingyi shuddered.
He was an expert of the eighth ring, equivalent to a False Immortal, and an extrely powerful individual with great chances of reaching the ninth ring.
Being one of Belgrath's favorite officials, he had received a magic scroll carrying that spear, imbued with one of his leader's strongest attacks and surrounded by stealth arrays.
He had aid exactly where Qingyi's mana heart should have been, going into ecstasy when he realized that his attack had worked.
However, that ecstasy soon turned to sheer terror as Qingyi casually pulled the spear from his chest, throwing it to the ground.
The dread intensified as the hole created by the attack closed imdiately, even the internal wounds healing in an instant.
"You're very courageous. Unfortunately, courage without power is worth as much as a brain without a body." Qingyi smiled.
The officer tried to retreat, but it was too late.
Qingyi was already upon him, swinging his hand in a gentle slap. With a single movent, the officer's head exploded like a waterlon, his decapitated body falling to the ground.
Qingyi took a step towards the surviving Belgrath soldiers surrounding him.
They imdiately retreated, running in all directions, the main guard escorting Belgrath already many kiloters away.
Qingyi considered chasing them, but in the end just shook his head, focusing his gaze on the battle between the royal forces and the orcs.
The green skins hadn't even noticed the death of their leader and were still fighting voraciously.
They had already killed more than two thousand royal soldiers.
Although the green skins had suffered more casualties, this was only because they had been the biggest victims of the clash between Qingyi and Zharuk; now, they were beginning to turn the tide of the battle.
With one smooth movent, Qingyi activated the fourth form of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art.
Blades began to appear around him: dozens, hundreds, thousands. The number grew until he decided it was enough and let them fall on the orcs.
Like rain, the steel ca down, cutting through skin, bone, fat, flesh and muscle.
Horrific sounds filled the battlefield as the entire orc front line collapsed imdiately.
But it didn't stop there.
Qingyi's blades changed direction, spinning in the air before flying into the rear lines, continuing to cut without stopping.
The ground was bathed in blood, the screams of pain and despair falling on deaf ears under Qingyi's cold gaze.
With a sigh, he shook his head, keeping Draconic Qi in his brain and eyes as he analyzed the golden artifact in his hands.
It was a circular golden pendant, adorned with a thin silver cord.
Its center bore the figure of a smiling woman's face, slightly worn by ti, its shape barely distinguishable.
Although it looked complete in a way, the pendant still had small fittings on its sides, as if it were just a fragnt of a whole.
[Na: Golden Convergence Pendant
Description: An item created in an ancient forge many millennia ago, by the hands of the most talented craftsman of his ti.
One of five items made in honor of the Goddess of Light and Justice, Auranys, created to rally heroes and defeat an ancient evil.
Presenting it to the Divine Church of Auranys will have you declared a hero of a generation. It can grant power to any wearer, even if not accepted by the pendant yet.
Grade: Astral]
The mont he saw that description, Qingyi's eyes shone deeply.
So that was where Zharuk's power ca from and, above all, that was the item that made Lucien a chosen hero.
The handso young man was unable to hide his smile as he descended from the skies towards the waiting soldiers, shouting their
nas.
"Lightning Prince! Prince of Storms! Lightning Prince, Prince of Storms!"
They shouted in unison, their eyes filled with an admiration that almost outweighed the pain of losing their comrades.
After all, many of them were veteran soldiers and death was part of their daily lives. They couldn't spend too much ti mourning the
dead.
"Your Highness." The general of the ninth ring imdiately stood in front of Qingyi, kneeling down. "Should we continue the pursuit? Belgrath's troops can't be far behind."
"No." Qingyi shook his head. "Their morale is shattered, their leader crippled and their forces in tatters; just one breath and they'll
collapse. We have ti to rest."
With a big smile, Qingyi ordered his troops to clear the battlefield and
finish organizing the camp for the night.
When everything was settled, he glanced at his status screen.
[Na: Long Qingyi
Age: 21
Cultivation: Third Stage Of The False Immortal Realm
(500,000,000,000 lust points to upgrade)
Affinities: Lightning: 1500 - Sword: 1000 - Fire: 1500 - Ice: 1500 - Charm: 1500 (can be upgraded in the lust store)
Spiritual roots: Immortal-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root
(Lightning, sword, fire, ice) (10T lust points to upgrade, new roots can
be bought in the lust store).
Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Transcendental grade, 10T lust points to upgrade.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Transcendental grade, 10T lust points to upgrade.)
Lust points: 123,341,236,930]
His lust points were naturally quite low, since he didn't have much
ti to have sex with his wives, but fortunately he would soon have plenty of ti for that.
First he needed to get to the True Immortal Realm and decide what to do with that pendant, but those were thoughts for another ti.
Now, Qingyi had soldiers to reward.
With a wave of his hands, he ordered an area to be opened in the
center of the army and then opened the system store, buying an almost endless list of high-quality food.
Cakes, delicacies, snacks, rare beast ats, luxury wines, beers,
liqueurs and rum.
Qingyi spared no expense, ensuring that his soldiers ate the best, buying enough food to feed an army of sixty thousand n.
For the rest of the night, they just ate and feasted, preparing for the
next day, when they would finally march out to let their fury fall on
Belgrath.
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