742 Heavy Sound (2/2)

”Did the Headmaster accept those disciples knowing what would happen today?”

Ye Hongyu thought to herself. Her respect for the Headmaster raised another notch.

”We cannot be blocked outside the Verdant Canyon.”

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation looked up, his eyes resting on the cloudless blue sky through the top curtain of the divine chariot. He said, ”The outcome of the battle between Haotian and the Headmaster, remains unknown. As such, the battle on the human realm seems extremely important. And Chang'an is the key to this battle.”

Cheng Lixue knelt beside him, handing him a cup of tea.

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation took a sip of tea to moisten his dry throat. He continued, ”Now that the God-stunning Array has been temporarily destroyed under the Hierarch's orders, the key to Chang'an is to watch the outcome of the battle between the Abbey Dean and Mr. First. As long as Mr. First is unable to hold the Abbey Dean back, he will be able to open Chang'an's gates.”

Cheng Lixue's fingers trembled slightly. He had only just found out the entire plan, and realized what kind of crisis Chang'an was in.

”Chang'an City will be opened after the 6th month, but even the Abbey Dean cannot break through the God-stunning Array completely. No one knows when the large city will be able to repair itself. The army needs to hurry to catch up.”

The Great Divine Priest of Revelation looked at the green hills that stretched through the northern wilderness. He looked at the Verdant Canyon's narrow exit and said with a deadpanned expression, ”Let's continue. As long as they are human, they will get tired.”

The allied troops main camp had put up their flag.

Several military orders had passed from the Marshal Bai Haixin to Military camps.

Moments later, dense and thunderous hoofbeats rang in the air once more.

More than 2,000 armored cavalries marched out to the beat of battle drums. They got into formation and then divided into dozens of cavalry groups, keeping their distance from each other, like countless dark clouds. Then, they rushed toward the Verdant Canyon.

There were 300 seriously wounded war-horses lying at the exit of the Verdant Canyon. Some of the cavalries were helping each other return to their camps. This all proved that charging towards the Verdant Canyon was useless.

But the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had no other way.

If they abandoned their horses and battled on foot, or used their armored foot soldiers, they would likely become corpses under the Second Brother's sword. The only thing they could do against the broad and straight sword was to charge forth forcefully.

This was the best and only way to break the Academy's defense.

Just as the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had said, there would be a time when they tired, as long as they were human.

There were more than 200,000 soldiers in the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army. If they charged forth in rotations, they would not tire.

Dense hoofbeats sounded and did not stop.

More than 2,000 cavalry troops maintained the most efficient position and charged towards the Verdant Canyon in batches. There were not many of them in each batch, but they ensured that the full efforts of the Academy's disciples were needed to deal with it.

Most importantly, under the strict orders of the military, the cavalry had to ensure that their attack was incessant with no breaks between them. This was so that the disciples of the Academy would not have any chance to rest.

The dark waves formed by the cavalry kept beating against the exit of the Verdant Canyon. There seemed to be an invisible barrier and an invisible reef.

A dark cloud drifted past and crashed into the Verdant Canyon. The cloud shattered into pieces and dispersed. A dark wave crashed onto the Verdant Canyon. It dispelled into foam and fell silently.

The miserable screams of warhorses and the sounds of bone breaking rang clearly in everyone's ears. They sounded even more clearly and denser than the thunderous hoofbeats.

But no matter how dire the situation in front was, the rear cavalry still charged forward with straight faces. Their mission today was to die, and their aim was to make the disciples of the Academy feel tired with their deaths.

Beigong Weiyang did not feel tired, or perhaps, one should say that he did not know what tiredness felt like at this point.

All his focus was directed on the Chinese zither before him. He looked down, focused on the slightest movements on his instrument, his scattered black hair waving wildly.

His clothes had long been drenched in sweat, and even his hair was damp. As he played his instrument, beads of sweat dripped from his hair.

There was a puff. As the sweat fell onto his zither, it instantly turned into a puff of green smoke.

He did not notice this at all as he continued playing the instrument.

His fingertips plucked and pressed on the strings without stopping. They moved at the speed of lighting, forming a soundless tune. The cotton wrapped around his fingers had long torn apart, and one could see traces of blood on his fingers.

Ximen Buhuo did not feel tired either, he only felt a slight throbbing pain.

His hands hurt a lot.

The tape stuck on his fingers earlier had long torn apart as he moved his fingers along the keys of the flute. It had flaked away, shredded into a powder-like substance that flew in the air beside the flute like tendrils of smoke.

Flecks of blood had appeared on the smooth shiny flute.

It blended beautifully with the hints of vermillion on the instrument.

These two were the most adept at tonality in the Academy. They were the happiest, most energetic pair at the back of the mountain of the Academy and they loved to joke. But once they were immersed in the world of tonality, they gained an elegant demeanor like that of flowing mountains and rivers.

However, there was no demeanor to speak of at this point, neither were they in the mood to joke around. Their faces were pale, and their lips were dry. Their hair was messy, and they looked haggard. They looked like music teachers who played on the streets.

Their expressions were grave, very grave and very solemn.

So grave that their auras grew heart-wrenching.