Chapter 1152 – The Unaging Mountain in the Tide (1/2)
Chapter 1152 – The Unaging Mountain in the Tide
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Guan Feibai's body went rigid.
Before they left Mount Li, their eldest brother had prepared a silk bag for each of them, telling them to open it up at the most crucial times.
A few days ago, when the North Third Camp was surrounded and the reinforcements from the Orthodoxy cavalry had not yet arrived, he had noticed Liang Banhu opening that letter and reading it for a very long time by the fire.
On the very next day, Liang Banhu had died in battle.
Was it his turn today?
He took out the silk bag and opened it. Inside were a letter and a pill.
In the letter, Qiushan Jun explained that this pill was the one that Xiao Zhang had used to help him break through but had ultimately caused his descent into madness.
Eating this pill had a chance of causing a great increase in strength, perhaps even leading to a breakthrough, but there was an even greater chance of it severing all of one's meridians. In the less serious cases, one would end up like Xiao Zhang and need to cultivate for ten-some years before recovering, and in the more serious cases, one would die on the spot.
Bai Cai did not see what was written on the letter, but he could guess at what it said from the change in Guan Feibai's expression. He began to plead for him to desist.
Guan Feibai impassively gripped the pill, paying no attention to his implorations.
Bai Cai turned to Xu Yourong and wept, ”Why did you have to remind him of this?”
”Why do you need to blame Junior Sister? In the end, it's a choice that each of us makes.”
Guan Feibai's expression was very calm. After saying these words, he swallowed the pill.
And then, he fell asleep.
”It's a knockout drug. Senior Brother had me ask Chen Changsheng to make them.”
Xu Yourong explained to Bai Cai, ”Liang Banhu's silk bag also had one, though I don't know why he didn't eat it. Perhaps he didn't trust the contents of the letter?”
Bai Cai watched as his senior brother was carried away like a drunkard and subconsciously scratched his head. ”I still haven't opened my letter, so I don't know if it says the same thing.”
Xu Yourong caressed his head and softly said, ”Then just follow me.”
Only now did Bai Cai realize that she had been guiding the conversation this entire time.
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The demons' primary force was truly focused on assaulting the Eastern Army. Other than around ten thousand wolf cavalry, they had also brought several times that number in tribal warriors.
The most important proof was that this army was being led by the Demon Commander.
From ten-some li away, it was still possible to clearly make out the massive outline of the Mountain-toppling Fiend.
The old Mountain-toppling Fiend had died on Nuorilang, and it was hard to say where the Demon Commander had managed to find another one.
Wang Po's sole arm hugged his blade as he sat in a moist and muddy swamp. He leaned against the husk of a long-dead tree with his eyes closed, ignoring the sounds of fighting and death from beyond the thin mists.
His wounds were far from recovered. If he wanted to block the Demon Commander, he needed to cherish every bit of his strength.
Why had the demons given up on the Central Army Main Camp and attacked the Eastern Army? The reason was so simple that everyone could see it.
Because anyone could see that small mountain on the edge of the battlefield.
There was a carriage on that mountain.
There was a young Daoist boy in that carriage.
The young Daoist boy was currently flying a kite.
A massive painting was tied under the kite.
The painting depicted the burning of Sangharama Temple.
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The wolf cavalry surged forward like a tide, but when they were still several li from the mountain, they were blocked by the black-armored cavalry.
This battle was carried out with abnormal forthrightness and crudity. The intentions of each side were obvious, so there were few tactics to speak of.
The entire plains seemed to be able to hear the quaking from the east, the furious sounds of fighting.
”I don't know if that side will be able to last. I only know that I'm about to reach my breaking point.”
It was extremely rare for Linghai Zhiwang to speak to Chen Changsheng with this tone.
He truly was under enormous pressure. Right now, as soon as he walked out of this tent, he would immediately attract countless gazes.
Those gazes were ones of inquiry, unease, disdain, or encouragement. They were incomparably complex and exceptionally vicious.
The primary force of the demons had assaulted the Eastern Army and that small mountain might be drowned out by the black tide at any time.
At this time, everyone wanted to know the Pope's stance.
The vast majority of priests and soldiers hoped that he would immediately order the army to move out to aid them.
Yes, not even Divine General He Ming had the right to issue this order. Only Chen Changsheng himself could make it.
”If there's no news from that side, we don't move.”
Chen Changsheng explained.