Chapter 1139 – I Want to Go to Xuelao City (1/2)
Chapter 1139 – I Want to Go to Xuelao City
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Gou Hanshi was quiet for a while, and then he said, ”I know who he is.”
Liang Hongzhuang was Liang Wangsun's younger brother, and he had another, more secretive, relationship with the Mount Li Sword Sect: he was a relative of Liang Banhu and Liang Xiaoxiao.
Neither Chen Changsheng nor Gou Hanshi said anything, causing the stone chamber to sink into silence.
Just like they had discussed earlier, they might suffer unexpected losses this time. Some of the people who they thought shouldn't have died so soon… would die.
Liang Hongzhuang was this sort of person. He was an important figure of the Liang Estate and was also a Star Condensation expert.
The war had not been going on for too long, and based on past experiences, it was far from reaching its most desperate phase, but he had still ended up dying.
Chen Changsheng had met Liang Hongzhuang three times and they had only exchanged several dozen sentences. They couldn't be described as acquaintances, but he still knew who he was.
There were still many people he knew on the battlefield: Tang Thirty-Six, Linghai Zhiwang, and the students and teachers of the Orthodox Academy like Chu Wenbin. And there was her.
But Gou Hanshi also knew many people on the battlefield: Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, Bai Cai, his martial uncles of the Sword Hall, and many of his comrades from the south.
”My apologies. It shouldn't be up to you to persuade me,” Chen Changsheng said to Gou Hanshi.
Gou Hanshi replied, ”You've probably guessed that it was Yourong who wanted me to tell you this.”
Chen Changsheng looked at the string of stone pearls on his wrist and said, ”She could have just said it to me herself.”
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The previous Governor of Xunyang City, Feng Guijun, had once worried over whether they could last the entire night in this battle with the demons, whether they could see the sun rise tomorrow.
Reality proved that he was worrying too much.
His troops weren't even able to resist the first wave. Right when the night began, those insane demon soldiers broke through their defenses.
There were truly too many demon soldiers.
In the starlight, they saw the black tide charge over the plains, and he and every other human soldier mentally groaned.
Liang Hongzhuang did not groan, and his face held no fear. He did not whistle or shout, and he did not sing a valorous song. He just set about attacking that black tide.
Reality similarly proved that the courageous were often well-rewarded.
Reinforcements promptly arrived. The cavalry led by Divine General Peng Shihai succeeded in altering the course of the entire battle, rescuing these soldiers who had bitterly defended this place for two days and two nights.
Desperate battles were taking place all over the plains, with everyone fighting for themselves. That this place could receive reinforcements naturally had to do with the important people here.
Although the Imperial Court had sent him to his death, the Imperial Court was not willing to see the Governor of Xunyang City die so early, and certainly not Liang Hongzhuang.
The bonfires were lit once more, their flames shining over meadows.
The demon soldiers had already lost their intelligence, so there was no need to worry about sneak attacks.
The surviving soldiers huddled around the bonfires, their blood-drenched faces devoid of emotion.
Ten-some white ceremonial robes fluttered amongst the grass. These beautiful white flowers attracted the gazes of many people.
The teachers and students of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green were searching for any lucky survivors. They had medicines with them to provide urgent treatment, and the clear light of the Sacred Light technique could occasionally be spotted.
Alas, in this desperate war, it was very difficult to find too many wounded. The grass was covered in the corpses of human soldiers.
Even at the end, no one had been able to find Liang Hongzhuang.
When the previous Governor of Xunyang City, Feng Guijun, was found, his body was covered in blood and his face dazed. He was dejectedly muttering to himself.
”Why, why… you didn't need to, no, you didn't…”
No one understood what he wanted to say, nor did anyone know what had made him like this.
Feng Guijun clearly remembered what had happened just a few moments ago.
Raising his metal spear, Liang Hongzhuang had charged into the black mass of demon soldiers, quickly vanishing into its depths.
After living like a prince for so many years, he truly was very afraid. He wanted nothing more than to turn and run, but his experiences from the last few days told him that the demon soldiers were now true beasts, lacking any capacity to reason. If they were not completely killed, they would continue chasing.
And besides, he was still Governor of Xunyang City.
…The former Governor of Xunyang City.
He was a general now.
He yelled and led the surrounding soldiers in attacking the demon soldiers.
He basically forgot what happened after that. He only remembered waving his blade, falling and climbing back up. At the start he could still feel the pain from his body, but he even began to grow numb to that. He just felt like the blade in his hand was getting heavier and heavier along with his breathing.
Just when he had reached his breaking point, when he wanted to stop caring and go to sleep, he suddenly heard a sound in the distance.
Reinforcements were here!
His mind reinvigorated, he squeezed out the last bit of his strength to charge toward the perimeter, only to descend into despair.
Several dozen demon soldiers were charging out from the darkness there, their 人-shaped mouths dripping with stinking saliva, their eyes red.
Just when he thought that he and his fellow soldiers were doomed, he saw a person amongst the demon soldiers.
Liang Hongzhuang stood up, his body tottering as he leaned on his spear.
Feng Guijun wanted to yell at Liang Hongzhuang to run, but he found himself unable to speak.
Liang Hongzhuang didn't run.
He had chosen self-combustion.
His Ethereal Palace connected with the true essence in all of his one hundred and eight Qi openings, causing it all to spurt out at once.
A silver firework illuminated the plains.
Scorching and sacred star radiance instantly tore apart the bodies of the demon soldiers.
To cultivators, this was the most miserable way to die, the most painful farewell.
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”You didn't need to. It's just a death.
”I didn't even say that I wasn't willing to die, so why put yourself through so much pain?”
Feng Guijun dejectedly sat on the grass.
”General Feng?”
A woman dressed in white walked up to him.
A curtained hat obscured her face, also somewhat muffling her voice.
Feng Guijun ignored her.
There was a glint of black light.
Feng Guijun's palm was pierced by a black hairpin, leaving a delicate hole.
Conveniently, the pain finally succeeded in rousing him from his daze, but it did not make him shout.
Still under the starlight, he did not see a black tide of demon soldiers, but an incomparably beautiful face. It shocked him all the same.
”It's… my lady?”