Chapter 1321 - War at Dusk (2/2)

The army leaving the city for battle as the bells chimed was altogether a different sight to behold.

Hao Ren, Vivan, Lily, and the others stood on a relatively undamaged part of the city walls, looking down at the huge army that marched across the plains. All the knights were in full armor; the soldiers were in high spirits; the monks all wore determined looks on their faces. Everyone was equipped with weapons and shields. Lances and magic staffs glowed with the power of magic. The army’s flags flapped strongly against the wind, signaling the courage and resolution of its soldiers.

The army was otherwise silent as they marched.

There were no drums and no pep talk or slogans on repeat. This was an army that was ready to return to the ashes. They had only one target, and that target was at the end of the plains. They marched silently on their way, having made their peace with their imminent deaths. Only their footsteps roared thunderously as they continued on their journey.

A few giants crossed the city walls and joined the scene.

Geddon, Lord of the Mountains; Golash, Lord of the Flames; Zeno, Lord of Thunder; Alftina, Lord of the Wind…

The 10 Wardens led the army. After thousand years, they were finally back in the battlefield, fighting alongside their mortal brothers.

Before the main army left the city, a final special unit made its appearance.

This was a troop of floating armor and empty robes, donned by faintly glowing shadows. They followed behind the Wardens, marching silently like an army of the dead.

In fact, that was exactly what they were — their power came from the dead who were buried in Fidelinopolis, as the pope had mentioned before.

In the last 10,000 years, countless devoted and tenacious followers were buried in the deepest parts of Fidelinopolis. These Spirit Braves had fought for peace in the world while they were alive, and did not stop fighting even after they died. About a third of these spirits were invited to the Forgotten Abyss to join the Warden’s army in the Eternal Battlefield, while the rest of them stayed at Fidelinopolis to protect the city. In this “city transportation” plan, nearly sixty percent of the spirits who were left in the city had sacrificed themselves to gather enough power for the transportation to complete behind Lockmarton’s back. The Spirit Braves that Hao Ren saw now were the only ones left.

In the illusory world of the Nightmare Realm, they would be able to wield their power just as they once lived in this final battle.

As the soldiers gradually marched away into the plains, Hao Ren rolled his shoulders and reached for the MDT in his mind. “All set?”

“All set!” the MDT replied promptly. Despite being so close to Hao Ren, they still chose to communicate through their mental link. “I wouldn’t slack for this major showdown.”

“Alright.” Hao Ren’s face was as blank as that of a general who was inspecting his troops. “Starting from now, I give you access to my personal storage space. Tell Nolan that she can proceed to the designated spot and fire up the main reactor.”

“Understood.”

“I say, do you really need to put on such a huge show?” Vivian interrupted his mental conversation. “If you’re wrong, dealing with the aftermath is going to be a b*tch.”

“I won’t be wrong. I have touched the Tablet of Commandments left behind by the goddess of creation. I don’t understand everything on it, but I did get something about Lockmarton. Lockmarton is no ordinary demigod. It is far more complicated compared to any normal First Born or guardian giant…” Hao Ren replied. “Besides, even if I’m wrong, everything still works out. The risks involved will be a lot less. We can talk about the aftermath later. I can always go back and write up some…”

“Okay, you have a point.”

The conversation in his head ended as well. Hao Ren looked up at the horizon, where the Scorched Plains met the sky.

The army’s front line was already approaching the horizon.

A storm was brewing in the clouds of the yellow skies.

Lockmarton must have noticed this army and begun to gather its power.

The minions in the Nightmare Realm will not let the army reach the Spiral Hill so easily. From the way the weather was changing at the horizon, it seemed that the army’s first clash with the enemy was about to begin.

What followed would be a gruesome and agonizing journey ahead.