841: Chapter 268: Holy Light City, Reinforcements (Part 2) 841: Chapter 268: Holy Light City, Reinforcements (Part 2) O’Brien nodded, “Yes, we must rush back to Faran immediately.
Yin Zhu, I know there are many things you need to deal with here in the aftermath.
However, I hope to see you in Faran within three months.
We will wait for your arrival in Faran.
The space in Faran is limited, so you can bring the Qin City Warriors here for cultivation, but I would prefer if the number does not exceed ten thousand.
After all, the total enhancement energy of Faran is limited; elevating the best warriors will maximize the benefits.”
Ye Yinzhu said, “Alright, I will definitely arrive in Faran within three months.”
At this time, Sura, An Qi, and Marina had already walked out of the forest together, with Marina acpanying O’Brien towards the direction where the Faran forces had disappeared.
Thus, the war between Qin City and Faran finally came to an end.
However, this was not truly the conclusion—perhaps, it was better described as a new beginning.
“Zi, e with me.” An Qi landed gracefully in front of Ye Yinzhu and the three Divine Beasts, a faint smile on her face and her once pale plexion now restored to a healthy rosy hue, as if her emotions had pletely stabilized.
After saying this, An Qi soared into the sky without heading to Qin City, but instead, drifting away into the distance.
Zi, having finally seen her again, hastily excused himself to Ye Yinzhu and quickly followed her, unwavering in what he had decided; An Qi had long been the wife he had acknowledged in his heart.
Two faint gray streams of airflow wafted out of Ye Yinzhu’s hands, merging into An Qi’s body.
Her frame trembled slightly in the air, but she did not turn back and instead accelerated away.
In that instant, Ye Yinzhu had already located her soul within the Soul Bead, allowing her to bee a plete Elf once again.
Zi and An Qi had left, and Glacis and Ming, having expended a large amount of energy in a previous battle, indicated to Ye Yinzhu they needed to return to Qin City for cultivation.
Now, only Ye Yinzhu, Nina, and Sura were left.
Though Ye Yinzhu could not see, he could sense something odd in the atmosphere.
Sura’s aura was uneven, to say the least, exuding a sense of weakness.
Nina, on the other hand, felt very cold toward him; the look she gave him lacked the warmth of the past and even carried a hint of hostility and abhorrence, with an intangible pressure encircling his body, her eyes flashing with cold light as they scrutinized him.
Since Sura was his wife, in such a situation, Ye Yinzhu naturally prioritized Nina first, “Granny Nina, thank you for arriving timely.” Without asking, he guessed that when Faran deployed troops against Qin City, Nina must have been the first to question the Tower Masters’ decision as the supervisor, which is why she could e here with the Faran army.
Nina snorted coldly, “I don’t deserve your thanks, Granny.
My business here is done too.
When you go back, tell Qin Shang that I’ll stay in Faran.
If he wishes, let him e to Faran to find me.”
“Granny, what has happened to you?
If there is something wrong I have done, please tell me,” Ye Yinzhu asked, stunned.
Nina had always treated him as her own grandson, and this was the first time since they met that she had shown such an attitude toward him.
Nina snorted coldly again, “Indeed, a young scoundrel taught by an old scoundrel.
You even do things in the same manner.
Ye Yinzhu, you better watch yourself.
Hmph.” With a cold snort, Nina soared into the sky, disappearing beyond Ye Yinzhu’s perception in a few flashes.
With Nina’s strength as a Sixth Rank Sub-god rank warrior, the strongest on the continent, there was no opportunity for Ye Yinzhu to ask anything further.
Feeling somewhat perplexed by Nina’s anger, Ye Yinzhu said helplessly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with Granny Nina; I haven’t offended her at all!”
“Yin Zhu.
I have something I want to ask you,” Sura said softly.
Ye Yinzhu’s heart suddenly stirred as if reminded of something.
He grabbed Sura’s hand and swiftly took to the sky towards Qin City, “Sura, we’ll talk later, we must march out immediately.
Otherwise, Marshal Matlachi will be in danger.”
With the crisis in Qin City finally over, the first thing that came to Ye Yinzhu’s mind was Matlachi and the Northern Legion of the Milan Empire.
It must be considered that they were facing the full might of two of the Three Great Tribes of the Beastman Tribe, a force surely exceeding two million Beastman Soldiers, more than five times the size of the entire Milan Northern Corps.
Even with the support of over a thousand Mages, the Milan Northern Corps would likely struggle to withstand the fierce onslaught of the Beastman Army.
Ye Yinzhu believed that Landias would not miss such an opportunity and would surely municate the news of Faran’s deployment to the Beastman side as soon as possible.
Sensing Ye Yinzhu’s urgency, Sura didn’t say anything further and clasped his hand in return, though her gaze never left his eyes, which were full of life yet bereft of sight.
Zi was following An Qi forward when his speed suddenly slowed, “An Qi, wait a moment.”
An Qi gently turned around in the air, facing Zi with large eyes showing an inquiring gleam.
“An Qi, I have to go back now.
Yin Zhu needs my help.
Please e back with me,” he said.
An Qi landed, gazing at Zi who likewise descended to the ground, “Zi, I have a question for you.
If you had to choose between me and Ye Yinzhu when both of us are in danger at the same time, whom would you save first?”
Zi was taken aback, staring at An Qi, cold light flickering in his violet eyes, “You shouldn’t be asking such a question.”
An Qi’s eyes revealed a hint of cold laughter, “Is that so?
Shouldn’t I ask?
I already know the answer.
You would surely save him first.
Go find your dear brother.
Never e to look for me again.” As her voice faded, she abruptly rose to her feet and flew off toward the distance.
Watching An Qi’s retreating figure, Zi was stunned, feeling as though something was stuck in his chest, an indescribable disfort.
Why, An Qi, why?
The pain in his heart did not affect Zi’s actions.
Just as An Qi had said, if he had to choose between Ye Yinzhu and An Qi, he would certainly choose his brother.
…
The speed of his forward journey kept increasing, tears scattering in the air like pearls with their string snapped.
An Qi’s body was almost shivering as she flew, “I’m sorry, Zi, I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you.
But I can’t do you harm.
Only by leaving you can I free you from the troubles my presence would bring.”
How could she wish to separate from Zi?
Yet, she knew staying at Zi’s side would only bring more troubles to the man she loved.
…
The Northernmost Wilderness.
Marshall Martin gasped for air, the scene before him stained a blood-red hue.
He did not know how many enemies had fallen at his sword.
The city moat in front of Holy Light City was now pletely filled with Beastman corpses, reaching a height level with the city walls.
By Marshall Martin’s side, not a single Milan Legion warrior remained whole.
Nearly everyone had sustained more than five wounds.
Matlachi lay quietly on the ground ten meters behind Marshall Martin, devoid of any trace of magical aura.
All the mages had been forced to leave the battlefield, for they had pletely drained their last bit of magic power.
Less than three hundred mages who still had a breath in them left the battlements.
And their leader, Matlachi, had permanently ended his life after releasing the last round of magic.
To drive back the Beastmen, Marshall Martin had burned his life flame, unleashing a Forbidden Curse rank of Life Magic.
Already aged and frail, he serenely departed from this world under such circumstances.
Even in death, the strong Mage’s face retained a faint smile.
Generals may die upon the field of battle, just as Marshall Martin had said, dying on the battlefield was the best end for them.
Fighting from day until evening, the afterglow of the sunset now appeared on the distant horizon, the blood-like dying sun as if attesting to the fierceness of this battle.
The Beastman Army finally retreated temporarily.
Just one day of bat, merely one day!
Over six hundred thousand Beastman Soldiers remained forever on this battlefield, not even counting the injured.
And Holy Light City, of the four hundred thousand garrisoned troops capable of fighting, fewer than eighty thousand were left.
Without the support of magic and without any rest, the number of casualties almost tripled in the afternoon pared to the morning.
Since Beastmen and Humans began warring, no battle could pare to today’s.
The Beastman Clan’s relentless charges and non-stop attacks allowed Holy Light City no chance to regroup.
The loss of life from this day’s conflict exceeded eight hundred thousand.
And the wounded, countless more.
What a terrifying number.
Marshall Martin’s body was nearly numb, yet he still stood on the battlements.
The Beastman Army had finally retreated for the time being, but on this battlefield, everything was far from over.
The remnants of the Beastmen, like a receding tide, drifted back to Thor Hammer Fort, but Marshall Martin’s blood-red eyes saw clearly.
From within Thor Hammer Fort, two formations, totaling a hundred thousand troops, were advancing toward Holy Light City with thunderous momentum.
Just a hundred thousand men, yet the entire top of Holy Light City became eerily quiet.
Because the two corps came from the Thunder God Tribe’s Golden Legion and the War God Tribe’s White Tiger Legion.
The war was drawing to a close, and the Ace Corps from the two great Tribes finally appeared on the battlefield.
(To be continued.
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