Zither Emperor Chapter 842 Chapter 268 Holy Light City Reinforcements Part

842: Chapter 268: Holy Light City, Reinforcements (Part 3) 842: Chapter 268: Holy Light City, Reinforcements (Part 3) The silence over Holy Light City was a despairing silence, with biting cold winds.

The blood from many warriors’ wounds had already congealed into ice.

In such weather, humans could hardly pare to the beastmen, who, even without armor, had their fur for both defense and warmth, far surpassing humans in both respects.

Besides, how many years had the beastmen survived in the Northernmost Wilderness?

They had long adapted to the cold.

As for the human warriors, once they were injured, their clothes and armor barely offered any protection, especially in the midst of fierce bat.

Who could manage that?

The previous war had been so intense that the warriors, in their fervent bloodshed, had not felt it much.

However, after the beastman army had retreated half an hour ago, the cold gradually became a more formidable weapon.

The blood at their wounds began to freeze, especially for the Milan warriors with limb injuries.

In just that short half-hour, a large number of the injured had fallen out of bat.

Though the enemy they were about to face numbered only one hundred thousand, these were the elite of the elite from the beastman ranks, the lions of the Golden Legion and the tigers from the White Tiger Legion, who possessed the finest equipment in all the beastman world.

How were they to contend without mages in Milan?

Dragon Cavalry?

The Dragon Cavalry had already been exhausted in the previous battle, with almost all its members fallen and only a few heavily injured survivors left.

Though they had inflicted huge casualties on the enemy, everything about Holy Light City was quietly perishing in this immensely disproportionate war.

The Golden and White Tiger Legions were getting closer to Holy Light City by the moment.

The golden mane of the lions and the white fur with black stripes of the tigers, along with their cold, merciless eyes and blood-thirsty, fishy odor, all indicated their deadly resolve.

Martin knew that everything was about to end, and the warriors of the Northern Legion had no chance of withstanding this wave of beastmen attacks.

Although Holy Light City had bee vulnerable because of Qin City, he did not resent Qin City.

Who could have predicted Faran would suddenly deploy its troops?

Moreover, if it weren’t for Qin City, the Milan Empire might have already collapsed.

A stifling atmosphere was coalescing over Holy Light City.

Martin, with his voice now pletely hoarse, cried out, “Warriors of Milan, let us defend our homeland with our last drop of blood.

A true man should expect to be wrapped in a horsehide upon death.

I, Martin, am proud of you all.

The Northern Legion has no cowards; even if we have to bite, we’ll extract the last cost.”

One by one, weapons were slowly raised on the city walls.

Faced with this desperate situation, the Milan warriors harbored no illusions of luck.

The only thought in their minds was that killing one would be even, and killing two would earn one.

In such a racial confrontation, with both sides suffering heavy casualties, once Holy Light City fell, they would undoubtedly perish.

So, they might as well kill as many enemies as possible.

At that moment, the Golden and White Tiger Legions were less than twenty miles from Holy Light City.

The orderly footsteps had already started to make the city walls slightly tremble.

Martin straightened his back, for even in death, he wanted to die standing.

His already tarnished heavy sword was slowly raised, the last of this old marshal’s strength.

Suddenly, the advancing pace of the Golden and White Tiger Legions slowed.

At first, Martin thought his vision was failing him, but it quickly became apparent he was not mistaken.

Not only had the pace of the Golden and White Tiger Legions slowed, but they had even stopped.

He could clearly see that the lions and tigers were not looking towards Holy Light City, but rather at the sky behind it.

Suppressing the pain all over his body, Martin slowly turned around and saw a sight he would never forget.

A gigantic spindle-shaped object was floating mid-air, and behind it, a cloud-covering, immense shadow stretched over a thousand units back, following them were three thousand Horned Hawk Knights.

Those leading massive shadows turned out to be giant Dragon Bones; especially the seven flying upfront, reflecting different magical elemental glows on their skeletons.

Beside the thousand Dragon Bones were another two hundred Giant Dragons, mostly scarred, yet their spirits were exceptionally high.

The intense magical elemental fluctuations acpanied their arrival, enveloping the city as the setting sun cast its light.

“Marshal Martin, you’ve had a hard time.

Leave the rest to us from Qin City!” Ye Yinzhu’s voice came from the Zither Emperor’s aircraft carrier, and in the next moment, that familiar white figure had already appeared in the air.

Holding the Ancient Zither, his handsome face radiated a faint coolness, almost divine.

Qin City had won; this was Martin’s first thought.

Only by achieving victory in their confrontation with Faran could the soldiers of Qin City possibly appear here.

Although Martin didn’t know where those Dragon Bones had e from, from the heavily scarred Giant Dragons, he could understand how fierce the battle between Qin City and Faran had been.

At that moment, Martin seemed to age ten years.

Tears streamed down his face, and his heavy sword finally dropped to the ground, “Ye Yinzhu, you have returned.”

Yes, Qin City had returned, and not just the air force.

The city gates of Holy Light City, which hadn’t opened in a day despite attacks from the two big tribes of Beastman, slowly swung open.

One by one, large figures walked out from the city, striding with firm and majestic steps, forcefully clearing a path over the corpses of the beastmen and stepping onto the battlefield.

The Behemoth Beast, the pride of the Beastman Clan and the undefeated existence on land, came once again to the battlefield between the Northernmost Wilderness Thor’s Hammer Fortress and Holy Light City.

However, this time, they no longer represented the Thunder God Tribe.

Aside from the injured, Zi brought all the Behemoth Beast warriors, numbering over six hundred, slowly stepping onto the battlefield led by three Platinum Behemoth Kings.

At the forefront was Zi’s elder brother, Santos, the former Behemoth King of the Thunder God Tribe.

Following the Legion of Behemoth Beasts, the Grim Reaper Dragon Wolf Cavalry and the Amethyst Legion streamed out from Holy Light City.

The injured had stayed in Qin City; only those who were pletely unharmed arrived here, ready for battle.

Guti and Jokol stood at the very front of their ace corps.

At this moment, the hearts of the two great tribe chieftains had pletely sunk.

Qin City had finally arrived, and with it, the legendary Four Sacred Beasts of the Beastman Clan.

Under the escort of the Amethyst Legion, Zi, Glacis, Ming, Shan, and Lei made their appearance simultaneously.

Santos looked up to the sky and roared, “Guti, bet you didn’t expect me, Santos, to return.

It’s time you repaid what you owe our family.”

The Legion of Behemoth Beasts slowly parted on either side, and escorted by the divine beasts like the moon surrounded by stars, Zi arrived next to Santos, staring across at Guti with his heart surging like tumultuous waves.

How many years had it been?

Since the time he had fled the Thor’s Hammer Fortress, he could finally return with his head held high.

Looking at the plains littered with corpses, Zi’s gaze grew colder.

Hundreds of thousands of lives had fallen just like that.

Suddenly, Zi felt disheartened; he no longer wished to kill, to see Beastmen die by his hands.

“Guti, Jokol, take your own lives,” Zi’s voice was colder than the temperature of the Northernmost Wilderness.

His flat statement spread across the battlefield, clearly audible not only to Holy Light City but also to the warriors surrounding Guti and Jokol.

Guti’s body quivered, he looked up at Zither Emperor Ye Yinzhu observing from above, glanced at the giant bone dragons and dragons, then at the hundreds of Behemoth Beasts and thousands of advanced-rank magical beasts before him.

He harbored no hope in his heart.

Slowly, Guti stepped out from the Golden Legion.

Puffing out his chest, he walked step by step towards the battlefield.

The presence of Qin City warriors here proved one thing: Faran had been defeated; Landias had naturally been defeated as well.

And the Three Great Beastman Tribes led by himself could not escape defeat either.

Looking around, Guti suddenly realized his heart felt empty.

The corpses of every clansman seemed to radiate a profound resentment.

Why?

All because of him.

He couldn’t even remember how many of his clansmen had died in the many years of warfare.

“Brother Guti, you…” Jokol’s urgent voice came from the White Tiger Legion; the Tiger King quickly approached Guti’s side.

Guti gave Jokol a faint glance, his lion eyes dim.

Jokol spoke anxiously in a low voice, “Brother Guti, let our brothers cover our retreat.

We can still make it if we leave now.

Even the strongest Amethyst Behemoth will need time to annihilate our top hundred thousand warriors.

As long as we leave the battlefield, leave the fortress, we still have a chance to rise again.”

Zi, of course, noticed the Lion King and Tiger King emerging from their armies, his eyes flickering coldly, “Guti, do you think our clansmen haven’t died enough?

Do you really need the Beastman Clan to face extinction before you can rest easy?”

Guti’s body trembled slightly, his dim gaze turning to Jokol beside him, “We no longer have a chance to rise again.

The legend is right; perhaps, only under the leadership of the Amethyst Behemoth can our clansmen bee strong.

Only then can the Beastman Clan stand tall once more in the forest of the strong on Ryuzakinus Continent.”

Jokol was shocked, “Brother Guti, we still have a chance, we really do!

What’s wrong with you, snap out of it!” He suddenly raised both hands, grabbing Guti’s shoulders and shaking vigorously, trying to reignite Guti’s will to fight.

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