Firefly Journey

Chapter 328 Death Has Arrived (2)

Seeing the "Tongue of Calamity" perish before his eyes, "God of Noise" Lungo was terrified and stared at Death in horror.

Whether it was killing Vodchev or accurately identifying the true form of the "Tongue of Calamity," the immense power displayed by Death had rendered Rungo incapable of resisting.

With a single move, the heavens and earth trembled.

The name of the ancestral god is truly well-deserved!

"Your Excellency Death, I helped them commit evil deeds entirely out of desperation; I didn't want to!"

Lungo panicked and began to beg for mercy.

His humble posture stunned everyone, especially the members of the Fighting Hall, who blushed and were too ashamed to speak.

Unexpectedly, even so-called gods are no different from mortals when faced with life-or-death situations; they too feel fear and kneel down to beg for mercy.

Death sneered, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

"Not all mistakes can be forgiven. What will those who have suffered or even lost their lives because of you think?"

"Go to hell and repent!"

"No!" Lungo cried out in agony, and in less than a second, he too was completely obliterated by Death.

Having done all this, Bravewich looked down at the many creatures on the ground and spoke with a majestic voice:

“I am Death Blawich. I have never left, nor have I ever died. I will continue to protect this world, just as the legends say.”

After saying this, His tall figure disappeared into the sky, as if He had never been there.

But from this day forward, all the millions of races on the ancient continent know that there is an ancestral god who has always existed and has always maintained peace on the continent.

The fierce battlegrounds fell silent, devoid of any fighting power. The crisis facing the Chu Kingdom was over, leaving only the Imperial Army that continued to resist.

The Imperial soldiers are made up of mortals, and whatever they do is none of Death's business. He has already provided enough death energy for His descent; the rest is up to humanity to handle.

In the natural jungle, survival of the fittest has always been the law. Unless faced with an insurmountable external crisis, death will not easily interfere with the affairs of the continent.

The struggle between the Empire and the Chu Kingdom clearly shows that the evil god and the four true gods descended from the Fierce Battle Hall have disrupted the balance of the continent, forcing Him to intervene.

As for battles between mortal armies, that is a normal part of the historical process, and He will not interfere.

As his form vanished, his last gaze fell upon the sea of ​​clouds.

There, there is the Sword Saint and his sword array, as well as a sword without a hilt.

……

Henry I was ashen-faced and completely collapsed. The Grey-Clad Messenger was his only support, but now that support had been destroyed by death, he was no longer the spirited man he once was. All that remained was a walking corpse.

"Your Majesty, let the attacking troops withdraw first! The new Chu army is quite powerful. If they don't come back to save the day, I'm afraid our camp will be lost!"

Duke Claude, looking disheveled, rushed over to offer his advice.

No one expected that the Chu army, which had only been trained for two months, would be so formidable in combat. Every soldier was fearless and dared to charge, forcing the imperial army into a series of defeats.

Now that the Fighting Arena has lost the protection of the true god and has lost many superhumans in the previous battles, its combat power has dropped sharply.

The combined forces of the two Papacy cavalry units and the Chu Kingdom's extraordinary warriors, along with a large number of undead cavalry, meant that the remaining remnants of the Fierce Battle Hall were no match for them.

On the battlefield of the extraordinary, the Empire has already lost.

In a battle between ordinary armies, the Empire's situation is equally precarious.

Despite being outnumbered, the Chu Kingdom, having revealed its alchemical weapons, managed to defend its capital and even command a counterattack.

The Chu army, too, should not be underestimated; it is advancing towards Henry I's camp.

Claude, well-versed in military strategy, knew that the empire was doomed and the only option was to retreat. Whether they would fail or not was no longer important; survival was the most important thing.

As long as you're alive, there's hope, and you can make a comeback.

Wasn't the State of Chu just like that more than ten years ago?

However, the Debasa Empire was not the Great Chu, and Henry I was not Emperor Zhuang.

Faced with the sudden defeat, Henry I looked up to the sky and roared, then, as if he had lost his mind, he roared madly: "Retreat? Why retreat?"

"With Danyang about to fall, retreating at this point? It's utterly laughable!"

"Fight! Keep fighting! If you don't take Danyang, none of you will leave alive!"

Henry I's almost insane remarks caused a flicker of disbelief to cross Claude's eyes.

He had chosen to help Henry I ascend the throne because he valued Henry I's composure and wisdom. However, a disastrous defeat clouded his judgment.

Despite harboring resentment, Claude, as an imperial nobleman, remained loyal, even knowing that Henry I's decision was wrong, he had no choice but to carry it out.

However, his departing figure was somewhat dim.

……

The two gods trapped in the cloud-based sword formation were not in good condition.

Chen Qingchen's sword was too domineering. Although it couldn't kill them instantly like the Grim Reaper, it definitely made them suffer a lot.

Several hours later, the Cloud Sword Formation ceased its attack, merely trapping the two selfish gods and no longer intervening.

This cessation of the attack led Yekis and Ribi to believe that the mortal had run out of power and exhausted his magic.

Just as they were trying to break through the sword formation, they found that they could not get out no matter what they did, and their newly ignited hope was extinguished once again.

Surrounding them without killing them, what is the Sword Saint trying to do?

Is it that they lack the ability, or are they waiting for something?

The swordsman in blue robes, high above the clouds, suddenly parted the clouds and laughed loudly at the ground:

"For many years, I have been searching for a sword worthy of me, but to no avail. So I began to forge it myself, and after many years of hard work, now only the last step is left."

"I'm missing a suitable sword hilt. Do you know if any of my friends could lend me one?"

Chen Qingchen appeared to be speaking to everyone, but the direction he was facing was actually the location of the Fighting Arena.

In the fighting arena, who has the sword hilt?

There really is one.

However, he used a blunt sword.

The seemingly obtuse Lexi seemed to sense the Green-Clad Sword Saint's intentions and slowly walked out of the camp.

"Thanks."

Two words came from the sky.

The sword, which had always been controlled by willpower, finally fell into the hands of the Sword Saint.

Lacey's blunt sword, "No Edge," thus formed the final part of that sword.

The swordsman in green robes walked slowly above the clouds, holding the newly forged longsword.

At the same time, the Cloud Sword Formation suddenly surged and became violent again.

"If Death hadn't suddenly intervened, I really would have liked to see if those two Titans, along with you all, could have blocked my sword."

After saying this, the Sword Saint swung his longsword fiercely into the sword formation.

In an instant, the world stood still, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and a deafening explosion resounded across the sky.

The mountain god and the earth god disappeared from the records of the Battle Arena.