586 The Dark Witch Sec (1/2)

Wu Juetian had given his word to the dark ones that he would be able to defeat Wang Tong, and in exchange, the dark ones had also given him the rights to command. At this point, even the divine lord, Patroclus himself would not be able to intervene in the matter.

The moment Wu Juetian got the news of Wang Tong's attack, he led his most loyal men—mostly turn-cloaks from the Dark Witch Sect, and stormed back toward Mephisto. All the while, he could only pray to the gods that the meager defense he had left at the city would be able to fend off the humans' attack until he returned.

Wu Juetian started at dusk, and he didn't reach Mephisto until dawn. Looking at the city from afar, Wu Juetian heaved a sigh: it seemed that the city walls were not breached. As long as he could re-enter the city, he would still have a chance of winning the war.

As his party got closer to the city wall, a few dark ones started to shriek in a fearful tone. Wu Juetian cupped his palm over his brow to block the rising sun. When he finally made out the thing on the wall, he realized that he was already too late: it was Naru's head on a pike.

Wu Jeutian's face was awash with anger after seeing such a blatant provocation. As a youngster, Wang Tong was arrogant enough to challenge a veteran like himself…That was preposterous!

Wu Juetian pressed on the gas pedal and let his maglev wheeze across the battlefield to the city gate. Behind him, soldiers of the Black Witch Sect and a few golden Zergs followed him closely.

The city gate was left open, and as soon as Wu Juetian entered the threshold, he was greeted by a bleak scene. The bodies of dead Zergs were lying everywhere in the streets. The queen was hung by the neck at the tallest tower of a church. The church was the only building that was preserved by the dark ones due to its aesthetic qualities.

The queen was still alive, but gravely injured. Seeing the approach of her own kind, she cried out for help. Although the queens were not the de facto rulers of each colony, they were the highest authority in Zerg culture. Each Zerg, dark one, or immortal had an intrinsic connection with the queen. Her scream made Wu Juetian's head hurt.

Swallowing down his remorse and pain, Wu Juetian flew himself to the air and shouted with hatred, ”Wang Tong, show yourself!”

”Come out now! Come to me if you are a man! Aren't you the heir of the Blade Warrior? I think you are the heir of the Turtle Warrior!”

Wu Juetian had never been so riled up before. The place where Wang Tong hung the queen was clearly a trap, but he didn't mind. The fact that Wang Tong had to rely on a sordid method such as a trap meant that he was afraid of him.

Suddenly, a man appeared from behind the tower. It wasn't Wang Tong; it was Tan Bu.

Tan Bu loathed the queen; every time he saw the morbid Zerg queen, he remembered the day his sister was eaten alive by one of those monsters. It was a scar on his heart that had never healed.

Tan Bu held a dagger in his hand, and he stabbed the fat queen with the pointy tip repeatedly without any hesitation. The queen let out a wave of painful shrieks as she helplessly wiggled her body. The dark ones acted out of instinct and threw themselves at Tan Bu.

Wu Juetian wanted to hold his soldiers back, but it was already too late.

Tan Bu didn't flinch as he stabbed the dagger into the thick skull of the queen and said, ”Tell them to back off; otherwise I will beat your brain into a mush!”

The queen only struggled for half a second and then shouted in a deep voice. The charging dark ones stopped in unison and looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

”Very good!” Tan Bu slapped the blubbery skin of the queen with the back of his dagger.

”Sh*t!” Wu Juetian exclaimed suddenly and ordered his immortals to pull back right away. Meanwhile, a giant, fiery dragon appeared in the sky, bearing down on the Zergs with a powerful roar. When it hit the ground, all the dark ones were engulfed by the flame. The earth trembled due to the impact, and the shockwave blew Wu Juetian and his soldiers into the air.

In the sky amidst the billowing smoke, three human warriors appeared: they were Wang Tong, Guan Dongyang, and Xiao Yuyu.

The fire dragon was the combined effort of the three powerful Mastery Casters. Wang Tong had been waiting for this opportunity for a few hours.

As soon as the queen saw Wang Tong, her body trembled in fear uncontrollably, mouth spitting out wads of gluey substances.