Chapter 1925 - 991: The Final Journey (Part 3)_5
Chapter 1925 - 991: The Final Journey (Part 3)_5
"Retreat! Continue guerilla warfare!" As Xiao Qi waved his hand, he and two thousand Parent Association Members vanished without a trace.
The regiment leader suddenly shouted loudly, "I beg you all, you must win!"
The soldiers of the 127th regiment exclaimed, "All are A-Class, huh? I want to join the Parent Association too."
The regiment leader cursed and said, "Now I understand why the Family Head insisted on making them trek through the Transverse Mountains. Want to become A-Class? It costs a lot. And we’re all going to die anyway, maybe in the next life."
"Can you not be so pessimistic, leader?"
"Fine! Pack up our fallen comrades’ bodies, move out!"
On the road, a soldier carrying his deceased comrade asked as he walked, "Leader, they all say the A-Class warriors of the Orcs Army match the total number of the Parent Association. I’m afraid the Parent Association can’t beat them..."
The regiment leader swore, "The old Family Head must have a backup plan. When the young Family Head returns, he might wipe them all out with one blow."
"I heard the young Family Head is going to become a God? What does it look like when a God acts?"
"I reckon we won’t see it, but I feel it’s at the level of punching the sun to pieces. Duke of Storm City, Drama Master, all those old monsters, a punch will kill them."
"That’s too exaggerated..."
"Anyway, it’s just really strong!"
The warriors retreated slowly against the setting sun, feeling only the warmth of the sun, not the chill of autumn.
When the West Continent Fighter Jet arrived, the battle here was already over, leaving only a field of Orcs Army corpses, marking a brief halt in their southern advance.
But the pause was short-lived; they quickly adjusted their formation and continued their assault southward.
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Aboard the Storm, Duke of Storm City sat calmly at the command seat, listening to a subordinate report: "EM1221 troops have been entirely annihilated, currently unable to determine what level of ambush they encountered. It must have been an extremely elite force that encircled them using numerical superiority. I’ve dispatched an elite group to survey the battlefield ruins; battle analysis should be coming soon."
Fifteen minutes later, a soldier rushed into the command room: "The reconnaissance plane has detected traces of the Parent Association near the battlefield!"
A Drama Master in a black robe frowned and said, "Although the Parent Association is powerful, their average strength is only C-Class. To completely annihilate EM1221 troops, they must pay a hefty price; their main force might be here."
Another Drama Master said, "From now on, every team of beast soldiers must be led by a Drama Master. Even without the ancestor’s team, we must step up to prevent Parent Association ambushes. Their lack of troops forces them into guerilla tactics; we can’t give them any opportunity for guerilla warfare. Our God’s perspective has become increasingly blurred; we can’t see why the War Robot went silent or the details of the final battle. The more uncertain it becomes, the more cautious we must be—no more mistakes."
The previous Drama Master looked at the Duke of Storm City: "Your Majesty, I request the Arbiter mobilize to cast Dark Magic. The Parent Association escaped last time, and this time they’ve delivered themselves right into our hands, within 1200 kilometers. The Dark Magic will strike them down hard."
"Agreed, even if they manage to escape again, we can prevent them from appearing on the final battlefield!"
The Duke of Storm City nodded slowly, "Approved."
On the Storm, one Arbiter after another was summoned to the Black Magic Room, and slaves hauled box after box of Dark Magic Material from the lower warehouse.
Arbiters are unable to face the battlefield directly; their greatest advantage lies in curses.
Recently, Arbiters had been sidelined; they had nothing to do and could only practice Chinese in their rooms.
The Duke of Storm City, having ascended, evidently didn’t intend to pass the Duke title to the original Duke Family but planned to select one of the Arbiters to support.
Every Arbiter was eager to prove themselves.
They placed black aconite root, dried flesh of the dead, goat’s eyes, black soil from the Taboo Forest, three hundred sixty salmon roe, taipan snake fangs all in their respective Hexagram Array.
Each began chanting spells according to the list, using Parent Association Members’ birthdays and true names as keys to activate the Hexagram Array.
By now, their pronunciation of Chinese names was fluent, leaving no room for errors.
The next moment, the first Arbiter succeeded; the Dark Magic Material in front of him turned to ashes, scattering in the air.
The Arbiter exclaimed excitedly, "Success! Those Parent Association Members are indeed within 1200 kilometers!"
In the Black Magic Room, one after another, the Dark Magic was successfully chanted, rapidly consuming Dark Magic Material until everyone’s spiritual power gradually depleted.
Two hours later, a senior Arbiter stood up: "With a total of 136 Arbiters, we have cursed 16,000 core members of the Parent Association today. We can take a break now; I’ll report the results to His Majesty, and we’ll continue the curses tomorrow after our spiritual power recovers."
The Arbiters, visibly pleased, returned to their rooms, while the senior stroked his beard contently as he walked out.
In the corridor, a cleaning robot was tidying up when two soldiers approached.
Just as the Arbiter elder was about to cross paths with the soldiers, one soldier slipped on a puddle, falling backward and landing on the ground, causing his waist gun to unexpectedly discharge.
With a "bang," the bullet shot out from the holster, heading straight for the Arbiter elder’s face.