Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 7

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire Technique

"Ah~~" Kane's greatsword flashed with a hazy gray light, colliding violently with the incoming golden spear—

"Boom~~~" A deafening roar erupted as the greatsword and golden spear clashed violently. The resounding clang of metal against metal could be clearly heard even from miles away. The energy shockwave from the massive collision ripped up the soil within several feet of the two combatants, and a huge sandstorm obscured the area within dozens of feet of the duel, turning everything into a dim yellow haze. However, this did not affect the duel. As top-tier professionals at this stage, the two had long since shed their reliance on visually locating their targets.

"Alright, take another move from me, the Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire Technique—Beacon Fire Piercing the Moon!" The old sword saint, Gurod, sheathed his golden spear and, without any rest, unleashed the second move of the Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire Technique.

If the previous spear technique emphasized momentum, then this move emphasized speed.

Speed, unparalleled speed! This spear, seemingly from nowhere and aimed at nowhere, a golden streak of light shot out as if from the void, piercing straight towards Kane's chest.

The intense friction of the air accompanying the spear's thrust reached its peak, culminating in a deafening "boom," after which the scene fell into a sudden, eerie silence, as if time had stood still. Within a ten-foot radius of the spear, a cone-shaped cloud of mist formed.

A sonic boom?! The speed of the spear thrust by the old swordsman, Gurod, had actually broken the sound barrier. When an object's speed approaches the speed of sound, it gradually catches up with the sound waves it emits. The superposition and accumulation of sound waves creates a shockwave, which in turn hinders the object's acceleration. This obstacle to increased speed caused by the speed of sound is called the sound barrier.

Breaking the sound barrier and entering supersonic speed creates a cone-shaped sonic boom emanating from the very tip of the object. To onlookers, this shockwave sounds like an explosion, hence the name sonic boom.

In the 21st century, only supersonic aircraft or rockets can reach this speed. Therefore, one can imagine how fast the old swordsman's thrust was!

It sounds like a long story, but in reality, it only took a split second. Just as the spear was about to pierce Kane, Kane didn't have time to parry. Looking at this junior, more than thirty years younger than himself, who had reached the level of a swordsman, and recalling the times they drank, sparred, and chatted together, Gurod's heart softened inexplicably, and his golden spear slowed down.

In a battle between masters, the key lies in this slightest detail. Although Gurod's golden spear only slowed down, that slowed down enough for Kane to escape. Kane rolled away, dodging the attack.

The golden spear, following its original trajectory, collided violently with the spot where Kane had stood. A deafening roar resounded,

shaking the heavens and earth, like the furious roar of thunder from the nine heavens, or the surging roar of the Milky Way falling to earth from the thirty-three heavens. The deafening roar and massive energy storm radiated outwards from this center.

The trees on Duxiu Peak were the first to be affected; wherever the energy storm passed, they were all uprooted and destroyed. Within a half-mile radius, all the trees were shredded to dust, demonstrating the power of the Sword Saint.

The Archmage Vladik, half a mile away, had sensed the danger the moment Kane dodged the attack. He retreated a mile and quickly erected an energy shield to protect himself.

Even so, Archmage Vladik still consumed nearly 20% of his magic power to maintain the shield and withstand the aftershocks of the energy storm.

"This old ghost's skill has increased again, but is it really necessary to fight so desperately?" Master Vladik muttered under his breath, then turned his gaze back to the arena.

The arena was still shrouded in a large sandstorm, obscuring the figures, but Master Vladik, being a Saint-level expert, was fully aware of every move made by both sides.

At this moment, Kane had stood up, sword in hand. Despite his disheveled appearance, his expression was grave as he stared at the blade. A more intense, bluish-green aura enveloped him, his armor tattered from the previous fight; his left breastplate was visibly dented, and a large chunk of his right arm guard was missing.

The old sword saint, Gurod, was no better off; one shoulder armor was missing, and his helmet was nowhere to be seen. But he couldn't care less about that now, for he sensed an unprecedentedly powerful energy emanating from Kane!

"Are you insane? Using the Praise of Life? You'll die!" Gurod roared at Kane.

The Praise of Life, a skill used by Saint-level experts to sacrifice their own life force for increased combat power, was a skill historically feared by Saint-level experts and used only as a last resort.

Kane ignored Gurod's shouts, his aura growing increasingly powerful, threatening to overwhelm Gurod.

Gurod gritted his teeth, his aura rising accordingly, clearly having used the Blessing of Life, just like Kane!

"These two madmen, they actually used this damned skill! Don't they know they'll die?" Master Vlad exclaimed in surprise, "Do they want to destroy the entire Solitary Peak?"

The dark figure hidden a mile away smiled sinisterly, "Good, good, truly spectacular! Although far inferior to mine, its power is not to be underestimated! Aha, using the Blessing of Life? Two madmen! But isn't this even more spectacular?!"

"Master Gurod, I am very grateful for your guidance over the years! It's a pity we are not from the same country. Rather than meeting on the battlefield in the future, it's better to end it quickly!" Kane said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Kane, I won't say much more. As martial artists, let's express our respect for you in our own way! Take my final move—the Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire Technique: Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire!" Master Gurod floated in mid-air, spear in hand, the tip pointing diagonally to the sky. An even more powerful aura than before emanated from his massive body!

Huge flames erupted from the spear, instantly engulfing his body! Where he had stood, only a giant, blazing spear remained.

"I will also express my respect for you with my final move—Heavenly Sword from the West!" Kane's aura reached its peak, his entire body involuntarily floating in mid-air. A layer of azure light, shaped like a sword, enveloped him. It seemed that Kane no longer existed in the world, only this giant sword gleaming with azure light!

Spear and sword, like sworn enemies, confronted each other in mid-air!

Chapter Eighty: The Black Hand

In mid-air, the violent energy collision caused by the confrontation between spear and sword produced crackling sparks.

Finally, the spear moved, as if leaping from the void, like a fiery dragon, charging towards its opponent with unparalleled momentum. The sky changed color, the earth trembled. This spear had transcended the boundaries of heaven and earth, carrying the life's power of Gurod as it thrust towards the sword.

The sword also moved, as if flying down from the heavens, carrying swirling azure energy. This sword came from the west, imbued with the might of heaven and earth, like divine punishment, slashing towards the spear like lightning.

One represented the pinnacle of humanity, striving to break through the heavens to achieve perfection; the other represented the pinnacle of heaven, descending as divine punishment to condemn humanity.

Both transcended the boundaries of sound, like a black and white film unfolding, each tracing its own path, moving towards its own goal.

This epic duel could not be seen with the eyes, for the eyes could not keep up with the extreme speed; nor could it be heard with the ears, for the ears could not capture the sound that transcended the limits. Only the heart could be used! The heart of a Saint!

The gun and sword, representing their respective energies, finally collided after piercing through the space above Duxiu Peak.

At that moment, there was no sound.

At this moment, there was no scene.

At this moment, heaven and earth stood still.

At this moment, time stopped flowing.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time—perhaps an instant, perhaps a year, perhaps a century—a deafening roar, like the explosion of a galaxy, radiated outwards from the summit of Duxiu Peak.

The mountain collapsed; the peak of Duxiu Peak sank several dozen feet upon impact. The earth cracked; within a ten-mile radius of Duxiu Peak, crisscrossing fissures appeared.

This impact also shattered the energy shells of the spear and sword, revealing two indistinct figures.

Kane's hand was split open; even with the greatsword's energy shield protecting him, the immense force still ripped his hand open, shattering the bones in his right hand. If he hadn't reacted quickly, his left hand would have suffered the same fate.

Gurod wasn't much better off than Kane. After all, Kane had struck first, and as the saying goes, the first to strike wins. Both had used the sacrifice of life, so the difference between them was negligible. Therefore, Gurod's injuries were even more severe than Kane's.

The two sides were locked in a life-or-death struggle. The violent energy formed a high-pressure energy circle around them; whoever couldn't withstand it would have to accept the combined energy of both of them plus the surrounding violent energy!

At this moment, neither of them could tolerate any interference; even a three-year-old child could kill them.

"Crazy, crazy, these two lunatics! Are the Four Great Sword Saints really going to lose one today?" The Archmage Vladik muttered to himself in the distance, then, as if making a decision, flew towards the arena.

"Interesting, hehe, very interesting. Since that's the case, then I'll lend you a hand." The hidden man in black extended his right index finger, and a stream of milky-white energy flew from his fingertip, flashing and disappearing.

Neither of the two combatants even noticed that the arriving Master Vladik had noticed the milky-white energy shooting into the arena from an impossible angle, easily passing through the high-pressure energy circle and heading towards Kane in the center.

Kane, who had used all his strength, felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his greatsword slipped from his grasp. Instantly, a torrent of energy surged towards him!

Seeing Kane's life in danger, a furious roar suddenly rang out, "Ho!" The old swordsman, Gurod, relying on his inner fighting spirit and decades of experience, managed to move the monstrous energy a few inches to the side, at the cost of spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Then, Master Vlad, who was already prepared, used the level eight earth-based defensive magic "Earth Barrier" to protect Kane.

Even so, although the "Earth Barrier," struck by the aftershocks, stubbornly withstood the impact, the enormous force still caused both the already severely injured Kane and the frail Master Vlad to cough up blood.

"Boom!" Although the energy this time was much weaker than before, it still smashed a crater five zhang in diameter and several zhang deep into the ground.

"Cough cough... Kane, if you're still alive, say something!" Master Gurod said, crawling in the crater, completely unrefined.

"Huff huff... You shameless old man haven't even gone to see the God of Light yet, how can I possibly go?" Kane gasped for breath.

"Hahahaha~~" The two then pointed at each other and burst into laughter.

"Look at you! The Grand Marshal of Fatil's army, one of the four great sword saints of the continent? You look like a beggar, disheveled and filthy, hahaha~~" Kane pointed at Gurod, whose hair and beard were dyed a yellowish-brown.

"You're laughing at me? You're different yourself~~" Gurod retorted without hesitation.

"Have you two had enough? Sword saints, huh? Look at yourselves!" Master Vlad interrupted their bickering.

The scene fell silent.

"Kane, you're seriously injured now, are you still going to persist?" After a long pause, Gurod asked.

"If it were you, would you?" Kane didn't answer, but asked in return.

Silence fell again.

"I'm leaving, I have to go back and organize military affairs." Kane struggled to his feet, picked up his greatsword broken in two, and staggered back.

As Kane's figure was about to disappear from sight, Gurod suppressed his heartache and called out, "Farewell, buddy!"

Hearing this, Kane turned and waved before continuing on his way back.

In this battle, after the baptism of two Saint-level experts, the summit of Duxiu Peak was flattened by nearly twenty zhang, leaving the surrounding area barren for a mile, and countless crisscrossing cracks forming within a ten-mile radius…

Inside the main camp of the army in Kashiwa, a key border town of Fatil,

Duke Tulip sat on his command post. Having just dealt with the heavily injured Sword Saint Gurod and the lightly injured Archmage Vladik, he felt extremely excited. Everything was proceeding according to his plan. Kane, the Grand Marshal of the Qin army, known as one of the two pillars of Qin, was seriously injured, so he couldn't possibly participate in the defense!

Without Kane, their primary enemy, how could a mere 100,000 Qin Xuanwu Army possibly be a match for his 200,000 elite troops? "Send word: extra food for dinner, rest afterward, attack the Qin stronghold of Kadaha at dawn! Anyone who disobeys will be executed!" Duke Tulip ordered the messenger outside the tent.

"Yes, sir!" the messenger replied.

Chapter 81 Night Raid

The night was like water.

No moon, no stars, the world was vast and desolate.

Ten miles east of Bildan, a major town in western Qin.

"Chief, we're only ten miles from the orcs' territory, should we..." Lei Men looked at Qin Feng standing in the night wind.

"No, I'll go alone tomorrow." Qin Feng waved his hand.

"Chief? That's a 500,000 orc army, not 50,000 bandits! You..." Lei Men was stunned and surprised.

"Yes, a 500,000 orc troops! If we really have to fight, what difference is there between 3,000 and one person?" Qin Feng didn't turn around, just asked calmly.

"………………" Lei Men was silent.

Indeed, facing a 500,000 brutal orc army, 3,000 Yan Yun Guards wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap. Having faced death once, Qin Feng had come to terms with life and death; perhaps only those who have experienced death can truly face life and death with equanimity.

"Lei Men, tomorrow morning, I'm going to the orc territory to negotiate with them. If I don't return in three days, take the Yan Yun Guards back. The amethyst card I gave you is enough for this lifetime. Take good care of the brothers. Also, I have a palace maid named Yama who has served me since I was a child. If I don't return, please take good care of her for me! Also, if you have time, go to the Elf Forest and find their little princess, Evelya. Tell her I didn't keep my promise." Qin Feng was giving Lei Men instructions as if entrusting his last wishes.

"Chief..." Lei Men looked at the Ninth Prince of Qin before him, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.

"Go down and rest well!" Qin Feng turned around, looked at Lei Men, smiled slightly, and walked towards his tent...

Under the same sky and the same night, the atmosphere in Kadaha, a major town in northern Qin, was exceptionally heavy.

Rudy was the sentry captain of Kaldahar, and it was his turn to be on duty tonight.

"By the God of Light, is Fatil really going to attack?" Rudy muttered to himself. Rudy remembered clearly that after Grand Marshal Kane returned to camp in the afternoon, he immediately convened a meeting of officers of the rank of centurion and above. As the sentry captain, he didn't know the specifics, but after dinner, the entire city was on high alert.

"It doesn't make sense, does it? Fatil and Qin are friendly neighbors. I've been a sentry captain for over twenty years, and I've lived a peaceful

life. And now, in this damn weather, I have to be on guard duty. Ugh..." Rudy complained softly. Over twenty years as a sentry had risen him from an ordinary soldier to the company commander of the entire sentry battalion. Twenty years of peaceful life had led him to consider Fatil a harmless nation. But would this night, destined to be anything but ordinary, truly go as he wished?

The night was dark and still.

In the darkness, ghostly figures moved effortlessly through the vast expanse of night.

The last sentry in the squad felt a little tired and yawned. But in that instant, a black, unyielding dagger appeared from behind him and slashed his throat. He tried to scream, but found his mouth had been covered somehow.

And so, he died, died without a sound, without knowing why.

A ghostly black shadow haunted the sentry squad like a vengeful spirit. With each flash of the shadow, a sentry fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, over twenty sentries were taken down, leaving only three members, including their captain, Rudy.

"Hey, Kabuli, your tigress..." Rudy remembered something and turned to speak to the member behind him, only to see the terrified eyes of his men, the dark, gleaming daggers in their necks, and the splattered blood.

"Ahhhhhh!" Rudy screamed in panic, but his voice was suddenly cut off. A dark dagger was stuck in his neck; he was dead, died just like that, in a daze.

Fortunately, his scream was exceptionally clear in the dark and silent night, and the already heightened security in Kadahar town immediately sounded the alarm. A few breaths later, with shouts of mobilization, the city walls were ablaze with lights.

The perfectly planned ambush had failed. Duke Tulip, watching from afar, stomped his foot in frustration. His expression was obscured by the darkness, but it was clear the attack had been quite dramatic.

"Hmph, if that's how it is, then let my army defeat your so-called mighty Qin forces in a fair and square fashion!" Duke Tulip sneered.

"Order: Siege troops prepare! Infantry in front, cavalry behind, slave soldiers begin the attack!" Duke Tulip calmly ordered after a moment's hesitation.

"Yes, sir!"...

Inside the command tent of the Qin army camp.

A weary-looking Grand Marshal Kane and his general, Sniri, a handsome middle-aged officer, were discussing matters.

"Sniri, has His Highness the Third Prince been arranged?" Kane asked.

"Yes, Marshal, I have arranged for 5,000 personal guards to escort him back to the capital, and the 3,000 Golden Lion Knights sent by His Majesty will also be on the journey," Sniri replied respectfully. He held a strange reverence for Kane; it was as if with Kane around, all enemies were merely objects to add to one's merits.

"Good, very good. Go check the city walls. If I'm not mistaken, Fatil has begun the attack!" Kane said wearily.

"Yes, Marshal. Please rest well. Leave everything else to Mo Jiang!" Sniri finished speaking, bowed to Kane, and left.

Just as Sniri stepped out, the alarm sounded in Kadahar town.

At this moment, Kane wasn't thinking about the battle at hand, but rather about the Qin Ninth Prince in the court, who remained unmoved before the assembled officials. He recalled the prince's composure when he was chosen to negotiate with the Beastmen, and then his panicked expression when he told the Third Prince this afternoon that Fatil might attack Kadahar soon. Kane shook his head. They were father and son, yet the difference was so vast.

Fatil had clearly come prepared for this battle. Kadahar was said to have 100,000 Xuanwu soldiers stationed there; Kane believed the number was definitely higher, but how many were actually capable of fighting? Even half of it would be quite good; he might even lose his life. Thinking this, Kane smiled bitterly and picked up a letter.

The letter was signed "Feng, the Ninth Prince of Qin," written to Kane by Qin Feng before his departure to negotiate with the orcs. In the letter, Qin Feng analyzed Fatil's reasons for attacking Qin. Unfortunately, Kane, like the other ministers, believed Fatil couldn't possibly be doing this, and set the letter aside. Alas, now…

A soft sigh echoed in the tent.

Chapter Eighty-Two: Slave Soldiers Siege the City.

Slave soldiers, also known as "cannon fodder," were a type of soldier used by various countries to deplete the enemy's forces during wartime. The miserable living conditions of slave soldiers were unimaginable.

The first wave of the Fatil Empire's attack consisted of a siege force of 100,000 slave soldiers.

One hundred thousand slave soldiers, clad in makeshift armor, advanced step by step towards the city walls in a square formation. They carried weapons that could hardly be called weapons; rusty swords were considered quite good for them, the better ones carried wooden spears, swords, or shields, while most carried siege equipment such as ladders and sandbags.

The night was like a gaping maw, a demon devouring souls, swallowing life whole. A hail of arrows poured down from the walls of Kadaha, like the curse of death, slaughtering mercilessly. The first few ranks of slave soldiers fell, but the entire formation did not falter. The following slave soldiers continued their advance, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, without sorrow or grief, only silent indifference.

Some wounded but not yet dead slave soldiers desperately cried out for help, pleading with their comrades, but they were met only with the trampling of tens of thousands. On the battlefield, for soldiers, especially these slave soldiers, injury meant death. Perhaps in the next moment, they would become one of them—this was the thought in the hearts of these slave soldiers.

Crimson blood, pitiful screams, endless darkness. When the slave soldiers finally reached the moat, they had left behind more than 30,000 lifeless corpses along the way.

"Fire arrows! Don't let them fill the moat! Fire!" The officer on duty, clearly having not experienced battle in a long time, commanded in a trembling voice.

Although he had been warned beforehand by the Grand Marshal, when faced with Fatil's fierce attack, the heavy stench of blood, and the overwhelming force of 100,000 men, it was already a miracle he hadn't fled. And

it wasn't just the commanding officer; the soldiers on the city walls were also terrified by the scene before them, some even vomiting violently on the walls.

War has always been the cruelest thing; a life that was alive one moment could be a corpse lying before your eyes the next. Soldiers who have never experienced battle are simply unable to adapt to such an atmosphere of carnage, and these Qin soldiers were clearly all greenhorns.

These recruits were initially excited at the mention of war, naturally curious about something they had never experienced before. However, once the battle truly began, symptoms such as trembling hands, loss of aim, weakness, panic, dizziness, and vomiting appeared.

Although the Qin army stationed at Kadaha was said to number 100,000, fewer than 50,000 were actually capable of fighting. Half of those 50,000 were raw recruits, and the remaining 50,000 were the elderly, the infirm, the disabled, and some slave soldiers. The defensive capabilities of Kadaha were therefore predictably weak.

Despite their discomfort, the soldiers who received the order held firm to their posts and fired arrows down with all their might. Because the distance was closer and the density of the arrows was much higher than before, coupled with the tight formation of more than 70,000 Fatil slave soldiers, even soldiers who couldn't shoot arrows could easily kill people by throwing arrows down with their eyes closed. As a result, more and more Fatil slave soldiers fell, and the bright red blood stained the moat red.

As more and more slave soldiers fell, something the Qin soldiers dreaded happened: the corpses of the dead slaves fell into the moat, along with the sandbags and timber they had been wearing, quickly filling nearly two-thirds of the moat. Once the moat was filled, the most brutal battle for the city walls would begin.

A commotion broke out on the walls of Kadaha, but it quickly subsided with a steady command.

"Pour oil, light it!" A handsome middle-aged general, clad in full armor, stepped onto the wall, replacing the pale-faced officer. This was none other than General Sherry, the subordinate general sent by Grand Marshal Kane to command.

As the saying goes, a cowardly soldier is a coward, but a cowardly general makes a cowardly army. With General Sherry's arrival, the previously restless Qin soldiers, seeing their commander's composure, seemed to be infected by his calmness; their hands no longer trembled so violently, and at least their hearts settled.

Boiling oil was poured down from cauldrons, followed by a barrage of rockets raining down. Screams erupted below the city walls

, and the air was thick with the stench of burning protein and entrails, making it hard to breathe. Those slave soldiers who couldn't retreat or were drenched in the oil were engulfed in flames. Some timid slaves retreated a few steps, but—

"Ahhh!" came screams. Behind them stood rows of Fatil regular archers, bows drawn and arrows aimed at them. Forced to charge forward by the fire, the Fatil slave soldiers clashed with those who had retreated. Chaos ensued, and the perilous situation at Kadaha eased somewhat.

Under the command of the Fatil army, Duke Tulip, watching everything unfold, frowned and said, "Archers, push forward! Push those slaves back! Let them die in the moat!"

Immediately, the slave soldiers became the targets of both sides' slaughter. Ultimately, Fatil's soldiers were veterans who had seen much of the battlefield; their shooting was accurate and fast, far superior to the Qin recruits. The final 30,000 slave soldiers were forced to the walls of Kadahar.

"General, what do we do?" The adjutant beside Shrew asked, wiping away cold sweat.

Fatil's battle plan was now very clear: first, use the slave soldiers to deplete the city's arrows, then fill in Kadahar's moat before launching a full-scale attack.

But even knowing the enemy's plan, what could they do? The enemy had 100,000 cannon fodder alone, plus elite infantry and cavalry. From the beginning, Qin was fighting a war it couldn't win; defeat was only a matter of time.

"Throw rolling stones," Shrew said helplessly.

Huge stones rained down from the city walls, instantly turning the slave soldiers who were struck into a bloody pulp before they could even utter a sound, their livers and brains scattered on the ground.

Finally, the 100,000 slave soldiers used as cannon fodder were all exhausted beneath the city walls. The arrows, falling rocks, boiling oil, and torches of Kadahar Town were also nearly depleted, and the moat, one of Kadahar's important defensive fortifications, was filled with the corpses of the slave soldiers.

"Begin the siege!" With Duke Tulip's command, Fatil's elite infantry began to move in an orderly fashion.

Chapter 83: A Single Sword Repels the Enemy

. As one of the three great empires of the continent, Fatil could not maintain its imperial position without an army commensurate with its strength.

Unlike many countries on the continent today, whose armies are primarily cavalry with infantry as a secondary force, Fatil's army's main force is infantry, and specifically heavy infantry! The Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment, hailed as the first elite infantry unit on the continent, boasted 50,000 members, all clad in armor weighing up to 50 kilograms, wielding two-zhang-long spears, and carrying massive axes on their backs—a nightmare for cavalry from all nations!

While the unit appearing before them wasn't the terrifying heavy infantry regiment, even this ordinary infantry regiment exuded the formidable power of the infantry empire that had instilled in the Qin soldiers.

The Fatil Kingdom sounded the charge, and the infantry regiment, already in formation, charged towards Kadah with apparent slowness but actually great speed. Unlike the previous wave of slave soldiers, this wave of infantry wore elite armor; some carried sharp weapons, while others carried siege ladders and other siege equipment.

Just as the Qin soldiers prepared to fire arrows and hurl stones, a group of small black shadows flew in from the Fatil direction. Only as the shadows drew closer could it be discerned that they were individuals.

"It's mages..."

"By the God of Light, it's actually the Royal Magic Order of Fatil!"

...

Suddenly, a chorus of despair echoed through Kadaha. As a strategically important force on the continental battlefield, the mage unit is irreplaceable by infantry, cavalry, or other branches of the military. Mages, especially organized units, possess abilities such as high-altitude suppression, firepower coverage, and pinpoint elimination, much like modern bombers.

The chanting of the Royal Magic Order mages of Fatil resounded high in the sky, like a death knell echoing in everyone's hearts.

"Shoot! Shoot them down!" General Snelli could no longer maintain his composure and hurriedly shouted.

Regaining their senses, the Qin soldiers hastily fired arrows into the air. In an instant, arrows rained down like locusts, covering the sky and bombarding the mages in the air.

"Hmph, naive. If ordinary soldiers could shoot them down, our Royal Fatier Magic Company would have been finished long ago. A bunch of ignorant idiots!" Duke Tulip, observing the battle from a distance, sneered.

"Infantry, intensify the attack!" Duke Tulip ordered.

As Duke Tulip predicted, the arrows aimed at the Fatier mage troops fell to the ground as if hitting an invisible wall three feet from their targets. The Qin soldiers, who thought they could wipe out the mages in one fell swoop, saw the pity in the eyes of the Fatier mages and were utterly plunged into despair.

Just then, a powerful voice resounded throughout the entire city of Kadahar—

"My soldiers, are you afraid? Are you cowardly? As defenders of our great motherland, what is our duty? Who gave us our lives? Whom do we serve to protect?"

"Marshal?!" Snell looked in the direction of the voice with surprise.

"It's the Grand Marshal!" an archer exclaimed joyfully to his comrade.

"It really is the Grand Marshal! We're saved!"

"The Grand Marshal is here! We won't die! We're saved!"

Amidst the crowd's anticipation, Kane, clad in full armor and radiating spirit, climbed atop the wall of Kadaha.

In the eyes of the Qin soldiers, Kane was a god-like figure, their pillar of strength, their hope! The soldiers firmly believed that where the Marshal was, there would be victory!

"Soldiers, tell me, are you afraid?" Kane asked loudly from the wall.

"No...no..." The soldiers on the wall straightened their backs and answered in unison.

"What is your duty?"

"To defend our homeland...to defend our homeland..."

"What if someone tries to invade our motherland?"

"Kill...kill...kill..."

"For the glory of our motherland!" Kane shouted. "For the glory of

our motherland!" All the Qin soldiers roared in unison!

Kane truly lived up to his reputation as a world-renowned general; with just a few words, he greatly boosted the morale of the Qin soldiers. But that wasn't all. With a clang, Kane drew his sword, his entire body flashing with azure light. He then slashed at the Fatil mages in mid-air, and a cyan sword of energy shot out from Kane's sword, attacking the Fatil mages who were chanting incantations.

"Not good! Quickly recall the mages! Danger!" Duke Tulip, who had been watching the situation closely, never expected that the heavily wounded Kane would fight on despite his injuries. He hurriedly ordered the mage troops to be recalled.

Unfortunately, it was too late—

with a "squeak," Kane's sword of energy easily broke through the mages' defensive barrier and struck the mages at the front.

Instantly, the powerful magical elements surrounding the five hundred-plus mages surged towards them, interrupting their spells.

It's common knowledge that mages possess the most formidable attack power, but they also have a drawback: they must chant. This chanting cannot be interrupted, otherwise, the mages suffering from the magical backlash will either become mentally impaired or explode and die.

Could the magic cast by five hundred mages simultaneously be low-level magic? The answer is, of course, no. Haven't you ever seen fireworks? Now, the mages suffering from the magical backlash released a magnificent "human fireworks" display in the air with their own bodies and blood.

This "fireworks display" is perhaps the most expensive in history. Mages are considered a noble profession due to their rarity and the immense amount of money required. High-ranking mages, in particular, require staggering amounts of resources and are extremely rare. Now, using five hundred high-ranking mages as "human fireworks"—the financial and physical cost is probably incalculable.

"Damn Kane!" Duke Tulip cursed angrily, but then chuckled, "Heh, you've got guts, using 'Blessing of Life' twice in one day. Let's see how you die! Perhaps killing you on the battlefield would have a greater impact on the morale of the Qin army." "

Order the vanguard to retreat! The entire army will rest for one hour!" Duke Tulip commanded.

"Haha, Fatil has retreated! We've won!" The soldiers on the city wall were the first to notice the Fatil army's movements and exclaimed excitedly.

"Really? The Fatil army was scared away by the Marshal! Haha, we won!"

"Marshal is invincible! Marshal is invincible! Marshal is invincible!"

...

Chapter 84: Deathmatch

After a moment's thought, Kane made a decision. Rather than waiting to be killed, he should take the initiative. He had used the "Praise of Life" to maintain his peak strength for an hour. An hour later, his life would end, so he would dedicate the most brilliant hour of his life to his country.

"Brothers, the Fatil invaders have retreated, but they still threaten the safety of our Great Qin. What should we do?" Kane asked the Qin soldiers surrounding him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The answer was the unanimous roar of 100,000 soldiers.

"Good! Which brothers are willing to follow me out of the city to fight the enemy? Please step forward!" Kane continued.

"Me!" a soldier answered.

"Me, Grand Marshal, me!" a group of soldiers answered.

"Choose me, Marshal, I can do it!"

"Choose us, Marshal!"

...

"Brothers, this battle outside the city is a suicide mission! So now, are there any brothers willing to die with me?" Kane said when everyone's emotions had calmed down a bit.

Suddenly, silence fell. The reason so many were willing to go earlier was because they had a sword saint-level expert, the Grand Marshal, as their backer. But now, their pillar of support, the Grand Marshal himself, was saying he was going to his death. They had to seriously consider their own lives.

After a long while, a voice finally broke the silence—

"Marshal, I'll go!" Everyone looked and saw it was General Snell, the Marshal's subordinate.

"This time, there's no way back?" Kane looked at this subordinate who had followed him for many years.

"I know."

"You've decided?"

"I've decided! From the day I joined the army, I never thought I would escape the fate of dying on the battlefield."

"Good, worthy of being a soldier trained by Kane!"

"Hahaha~~" "Hahaha~~" The two laughed heartily, their heroic spirit soaring to the sky.

Perhaps inspired by the two men's composure in the face of death, some soldiers on the wall rose up one after another, their expressions resolute.

"Marshal, I'll go!"

"To die as a soldier of the Marshal, to go down there and see my parents whom I've never met, I can proudly say I was a soldier of the Marshal!"

"That's right, Marshal, I'll go too!"

...

For a moment, the crowd on the walls of Kadaha was filled with fervor; at this moment, the morale of the Qin Dynasty was raised to its peak...

Below the city walls.

Grand Marshal Kane of the Qin army led 10,000 carefully selected elite soldiers, riding Kadaha's only 10,000 horses, in neat formation towards the Fatil army camp. At

the Fatil army camp command post, looking at the intelligence report from his subordinates, Duke Tulip frowned. What was Kane doing? Did he intend to attack their 200,000-strong army with only 10,000 cavalry? Duke Tulip shook his head. If Kane would risk 10,000 against his 200,000, he'd rather believe the sun rose in the west. Since they couldn't figure out Kane's intentions, they decided to wait and see. After all, ten thousand cavalrymen couldn't cause much trouble against their two hundred thousand troops. Once Kane's death was over, well, thinking this, Duke Tulip couldn't help but sneer.

The ten thousand Qin cavalrymen stopped half a mile away from their enemy.

Kane, the leader, ripped off his armor, revealing explosive muscles, and shouted to those behind him, "Disarm!"

With a "whoosh," the ten thousand Qin assassins, already wearing little protection, ripped off their upper body armor, revealing their muscular torsos.

The Fatil soldiers opposite were stunned. They couldn't understand—were the ten thousand Qin cavalrymen, led by the Sword Saint, here to put on a striptease? But they didn't seem much stronger than themselves. "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and shields! We will fight alongside you!" Kane sat on his horse, singing this military song that had accompanied him for nearly half his life. An unprecedented surge of heroism filled his chest in an instant.

"How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and shields! We will fight alongside you! How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same armor! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and halberds! We will fight alongside you! How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same garments! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our armor and weapons! We will march alongside you!"

...

Ten thousand Qin cavalrymen, shirtless and determined to die, sang this Qin military song three times with Kane. Each time they sang it, their passion grew, and each time they sang it, their excitement increased.

Only ten thousand men sang, yet their voices carried the force of a hundred thousand. The song seemed to dispel the darkness between heaven and earth, and the Fatil soldiers opposite felt as if a chilling wind had swept over them, a cold shiver running through them as they watched the singing Qin soldiers.

"Not good!" Startled by the song, Duke Tulip stepped out of his camp and, using the torchlight in the distance, was shocked. Such a dense aura of death! These ten thousand Qin soldiers seemed determined to die; otherwise, they couldn't have unleashed such a powerful deathly aura. They couldn't let them continue, or the consequences would be unimaginable!

Duke Tulip was about to order an attack when the enemy moved.

Under the torch-lit sky, the Grand Marshal of the Qin army drew his sword and roared, "Kill!"

"Kill!" the ten thousand roared in unison.

Kane neither knew nor considered whether this charge might be his last. He held fast to only one belief: kill! Every kill he made would lessen the crisis facing Great Qin.

Kill! Kane channeled his full fighting spirit, his greatsword gleaming as he slashed horizontally at the enemy ahead.

With a single strike, he cleaved over a hundred soldiers in the first three ranks of the Fatil army, who were arrayed and ready to defend. Instantly, intestines, hearts, lungs, livers, and other internal organs spilled out, scattering across the ground. Some soldiers, cut in two, were still barely alive, howling in agony.

But this did nothing to slow Kane's advance. He spurred his horse and charged towards the location of the Fatil army's banner. Although it was night, for Kane, a sword saint, there was no difference between day and night.

Kane's intention was clear: to cut down the Fatil banner, thus maximizing the blow to the Fatil army's morale.

Understanding Kane's intentions, the Fatil soldiers frantically surrounded him, attempting to halt his advance. In an instant, no fewer than ten thousand elite Fatil infantrymen gathered around Kane.

Because Kane had drawn away most of the Fatil forces, the pressure on the ten thousand Qin cavalry following closely behind him was significantly reduced, allowing them to easily weave through the Fatil soldiers' formations.

Chapter 85, "Sword God

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a death warrior, a man with the will to die. Legend has it that an invisible aura of death surrounds every assassin, a mark of Death's selection, signifying their place on His list. The stronger their will to die, the denser this aura. This aura is only detectable by god-level masters or those exceptionally sensitive to energy.

Because Kane was holding back most of the Fatil forces, the 10,000 Qin cavalry behind him had an excellent opportunity. Led by Snell, they easily weaved through the Fatil ranks, reaping the lives of Fatil soldiers.

For a time, the Fatil generals were helpless.

Seeing that the soldiers blocking Kane were no match for the crazed Kane, and that the 10,000 cavalrymen were indiscriminately slaughtering the Fatil infantry, the Fatil commander, Duke Tulip, decisively ordered:

"The Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment will intercept and kill their commander Kane! The rest of the soldiers will surround and eliminate the 10,000 cavalry!"

With Duke Tulip's order, the situation finally began to change.

The once-unstoppable swordsman, Kane, was finally halted. Blocking him were rows of heavily armed infantry, their entire bodies encased in armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, leaving only their eye sockets and nostrils exposed. Huge battle axes wielded them, and they were linked together by iron chains as thick as an arm. Perhaps they could hardly be called human; perhaps "fighting machines" would be a more accurate description.

Meanwhile, the ordinary elite infantry replaced by the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment vented their fury on the ten thousand Qin cavalry still weaving through the ranks. "You like to run, huh? I'll cut off your horse's legs and see where you run to! You're blocking me? Then I'll bring more men. Two aren't enough, I'll bring ten!" In an instant, the ten thousand Qin cavalry were thrown into chaos. Several riders who had their horses' legs cut off were instantly overwhelmed by the swarming Fatil soldiers.

The tide of battle turned in a flash.

"Ahhhhhh!" Enraged by being blocked, Kane's golden hair turned blood red, shining like a burning flame in the night.

"Those who block my way shall die!" Kane gathered his qi, unleashing his fighting spirit. Instantly, the first few rows of Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry soldiers blocking his path were sent flying backward as if struck by something violent. Then, a sword aura, seemingly flying from the sky and carrying the might of heaven, slashed towards the remaining rows of Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry soldiers who were still holding their ground.

There was no scene of viscera spilling and blood splattering like at the beginning. The hundred or so Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry soldiers swept by the sword aura were reduced to ashes, armor and all, without even a scream.

Even the most elite members of the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry couldn't help but shudder. The power of this sword was terrifying.

Riding the momentum of that sword strike, Kane advanced another ten paces or so, only to be surrounded again by the awakened soldiers of the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry.

Compared to Kane's situation, the ten thousand Qin cavalrymen charging into the Fatil formation faced a much more difficult challenge. With the concerted efforts of the Fatil generals, the encirclement gradually tightened. It was common knowledge that cavalry needed space, so their method, though seemingly ineffective, was the most efficient.

As the encirclement shrank, more and more knights fell from their horses, only to be hacked to pieces by the waiting Fatil soldiers. It seemed that the ten thousand cavalrymen would soon be annihilated when suddenly, the Qin military song – "No Clothes" – resounded across the battlefield.

"How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes! The king is raising an army! Let us

prepare our spears and shields! We will fight alongside you!" "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same undergarments!

The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and halberds! We will fight alongside you!" "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same garments! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our armor and weapons! We will march alongside you!"

This song was like a stimulant, and the morale of the Qin side, which had been gradually declining, suddenly erupted.

Some Qin cavalrymen who had been dragged to the ground suddenly burst out with strength beyond their limits. With one hand, they blocked the weapon that was about to strike them, and with the other hand, they even pierced through the breastplate of one of the Fatil soldiers and inserted it into the chest of the other soldier. Then, they grabbed the nearest Fatil soldier, bit into the artery in the soldier's unprotected neck, and laughed maniacally as they sucked the soldier's blood until they were beheaded by a third Fatil soldier.

Another Qin soldier, whose head had just been chopped off, perhaps driven by his dying urges, had his severed head thrown into the air, striking a Fatil soldier in the face. His still-open mouth instantly snapped shut, biting down on the Fatil soldier's nose.

…

However, the real bloodshed was among the cavalry on horseback. Their lances were riddled with nicks and chips, like their bare torsos, the wounds indistinguishable from their own or the enemy's blood.

Rekindled with fighting spirit, the cavalry displayed the might of the Qin cavalry to the Fatil infantry. Discarding their now-useless lances, they drew their swords, licked the blood from their lips, and slashed wildly at the surrounding Fatil soldiers, abandoning all dodging and self-preservation, fighting to the death.

If the Qin cavalry's frenzy only elicited a flicker of awe on the Fatil soldiers' faces, then what followed, shocking everyone, filled them with utter terror.

Forced into a corner by the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment, Kane had fallen into a semi-mad state. His originally emerald green eyes had turned blood red, and his hair, which had already turned blood red, along with the layer of scarlet blood on his bare upper body, made him look exactly like a blood-red devil returned from hell.

Suddenly, Kane, who had been fighting fiercely, stopped. His entire body shimmered with a bluish-purple aura, and he floated in mid-air like a demon god, his eyes tightly closed, his hands raised high above his head. The once dark sky seemed to be cleaved in half by this sword strike, allowing a sliver of light to penetrate. The violent energy of heaven and earth surged wildly towards Kane.

"Heavens, he actually broke through to the Sword God realm in a frenzied state?" Duke Tulip looked at Kane in disbelief, but then smiled and said, "What a pity, what's the use? In another ten minutes, your life will be over. Using the Blessing of Life twice in a row, even if you reach the Sword God realm, you can't escape death."

Both fighters involuntarily stopped, staring dumbfounded at the creator of this strange phenomenon—Kane.

Chapter 86: The Fall of the Sword

God, a legendary realm. Since the beginning of human history, countless powerful figures have relentlessly pursued this goal. Yet, over millennia, those who have reached it can be counted on one hand. And it is precisely because of this that generations of talented and ambitious individuals have been determined to step towards this realm.

In the arena, Kane, floating in mid-air, resembled a demon god with his eyes closed, raising the Sword of Annihilation aloft. His long, blood-red hair danced wildly in the night wind, and an overwhelming aura pressed down on everyone present, making it hard for them to breathe. Fear crept into the hearts of every soldier present.

This was the instinctive fear of the inferior towards the superior.

"Your Grace, this is... Kane?" The old sword saint, Gurod, and the Grand Magister Vlad entered Duke Tulip's command tent together.

"Yes, I believe you have also sensed it. He has probably reached the level of a sword god now." Duke Tulip shrugged helplessly at the two masters.

"Heavens... We were resting in our tents when we suddenly sensed an extremely powerful aura. We didn't expect it to be Kane who broke through. Hehe, he's really something. It seems he can now be called the youngest sword god in the history of the continent." Master Gurod was very happy for this outstanding junior.

"However, it seems he used the Praise of Life, I'm afraid..." Duke Tulip suddenly said.

"What? He used the Blessing of Life again? Has he gone mad? Isn't he courting death? My God..." The old sword saint was shocked, staring at Duke Tulip in disbelief.

Even Master Vladik, who was usually quiet, stared intently at Duke Tulip, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, otherwise, how could he have possibly reached our ranks with his severely injured body?" Duke Tulip sneered inwardly.

The command tent was silent, the atmosphere unusually heavy, especially for the old sword saint, who looked deeply troubled.

No one could understand the old sword saint's regret. As a Saint-level expert, pursuing the elusive realm of godhood, they were actually lonely. They were held high on a pedestal by the world, and others treated them with utmost respect. Only among those of the same rank could they share common topics, so they cherished each other dearly. Kane's untimely death was largely due to him.

"A clay pot inevitably breaks near the well, and a general inevitably dies on the battlefield! Old Sword Saint, perhaps it's best for Kane to die on the battlefield." Master Vladik comforted him, seeing Gurod's distress.

"Indeed, perhaps that's the best end for him." The old Sword Saint sighed softly, leaving the command tent with Master Vladik, leaving Duke Tulip alone, gazing absently at Kane in the distance.

"In any case, you are an opponent worthy of my respect. Alas, since you, I will be lonely again." After a long while, Duke Tulip sighed softly.

At this moment, Kane in mid-air underwent some changes. As the energy gathered at the tip of his sword increased, it eventually formed a rolling vortex of energy, with faint sounds of wind and thunder.

Just as everyone was filled with unease, Kane in mid-air opened his eyes. His blood-red eyes, filled with madness and rage, sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Run!" someone shouted, and everyone around desperately ran away.

"Marshal?" Sniri mustered his courage and called out.

"General, run! The marshal has gone mad!" a Qin soldier beside him said to Snell.

"Damn it! Is he afraid of death?" Snell cursed.

"Who said I'm afraid of death? I, Ruan Qi, am no coward! I never thought I'd go back alive since I came out this time!" the soldier said, his neck red.

"And what about you?" Snell asked the surviving Qin cavalrymen.

"I'm not a coward either!"

"Me neither~~"

…

"Alright, since none of us are cowards, let's kill one more time. We've already gotten our money's worth, so let's kill as many as we can! How about that?" Snell shouted.

"Yes! Kill as many as we can!" the remaining Qin soldiers shouted in unison.

"Kill~~ Kill~~ Kill~~" Instantly, the battle cries rang out again. The remaining Qin cavalrymen began to pursue the Fatil soldiers who had fled in fear of Kane.

At this moment, the cavalry's advantage became apparent. The Qin soldiers on horseback quickly caught up with the fleeing soldiers, using the momentum of their horses to easily decapitate them with their knightly swords, without any hesitation.

The entire battlefield instantly became one-sided, with the number of Fatil soldiers killed increasing dramatically.

"Supervisory team, move forward! Kill the fleeing soldiers on the spot! Archers, 45-degree scattering, target: Kane!" Duke Tulip, closely observing the battle, frowned and ordered the messenger.

The remaining Qin cavalry, who had been readily slaughtering Fatil soldiers, suddenly found their movements difficult. Those soldiers who had only cared about escaping suddenly turned and attacked them desperately. They managed to kill one, only to have another attack, and worst of all, they found themselves surrounded and cut off.

Previously, the pursuit of the Fatil soldiers had been a large-scale, dispersed attack, which had been very effective for a fleeing group. However, now that the enemy had turned and surrounded them, mutual support had been cut off, leaving them fighting alone.

In an instant, a large number of besieged Qin cavalrymen were pulled from their horses and hacked to pieces by the swarming Fatil soldiers.

The Qin cavalry dwindled until only Snell remained, still fighting desperately. Snell had completely abandoned defense, focusing solely on relentless attacks. A spear pierced his left shoulder blade, and his body was riddled with wounds, his life force draining away.

Snell felt incredibly tired. He had been fighting like this for almost an hour, and his last brother had fallen. Now only he and the marshal remained. Thinking this, Snell couldn't help but look at Kane, who had opened his eyes. That look, however, cost him his life.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, then everything went black. The last image in his consciousness was Kane's raised greatsword slashing down with immense force.

"Boom!"

Before experiencing this war, these Fatil soldiers could never have imagined what the end of the world would look like.

Night was abruptly blasted into daylight. The violent energy ruthlessly plundered countless lives in this area. The immense pressure crushed nearby soldiers into dust. Desperate cries and screams before death became the main theme of this moment...

Chapter 87 The City Falls

Finally, the sun rose, its golden rays piercing through the dim yellow sand and fog in the sky. The anxious Fatil soldiers finally found a sliver of solace.

As the dust settled, a chasm, tens of feet wide and several feet deep, appeared where Kane had cleaved. All the members of the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment within that area were vaporized, leaving not a trace.

At the beginning of this chasm, a towering figure stood like a statue, facing the rising sun, leaning on his sword, his upper body bare, his skin bronze. Most unforgettable were his wide-open, angry eyes.

What kind of eyes were these? No joy, no sorrow, only a deep longing, a longing etched into his very bones.

Gently approaching this statue-like figure, Duke Tulip felt no joy of victory, only a faint sorrow. He bowed respectfully and said,

"Rest assured, I will not indiscriminately kill civilians. Once we have achieved our objective, we will return!"

With a "thud," the statue-like figure collapsed to the ground, its wide-open eyes finally closing, appearing as if asleep.

"Guards! Give Grand Marshal Kane a proper burial! Anyone who dares to disrespect him will have their entire family wiped out!" Duke Tulip said, turning back,

leaving behind a trail of sighs.

Admittedly, Kane's death could be attributed to Duke Tulip's actions; as adversaries, any means were justifiable. However, true heroes, even transcending positions, national borders, and time, are equally worthy of respect! ...

The Qin soldiers on the walls of Kaldahar witnessed the entire night's battle, from the ten thousand knights' death charge to Grand Marshal Kane's earth-shattering final strike—nothing was missed.

When the Fatil army arrived at the foot of the Kaldahar walls bathed in the morning sun, they once again heard the Qin army song that had so profoundly resonated with their souls.

"How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and shields! We will fight alongside you! How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same armor! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our spears and halberds! We will fight alongside you! How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same garments! The king is raising an army! Let us prepare our armor and weapons! We will march alongside you!"

...

Unlike the previous time, when there were ten thousand soldiers, this time there were one hundred thousand!

The powerful yet desolate song carried a sense of self-reproach, as if blaming the soldiers for not following their comrades, and as if expressing their unwavering belief in defending their homeland to the enemy!

"Begin the siege! Mages, take to the skies and destroy the enemy's fortifications; infantry battalions advance, scouts set up ladders, the first to climb the wall will be rewarded with ten thousand!" Duke Tulip looked at the Qin soldiers on the wall, united in their resolve, and gave the order with a sigh.

He didn't want to fight such a battle, as even if they captured the city, their losses would be enormous. Unfortunately, the Qin soldiers, whose morale had supposedly plummeted after the death of their pillar of strength, Kane, not only didn't desert, but their resolve to fight on was strengthened.

The brutal siege began.

First, a full 1,500 high-level mages flew up from the Fatil side—all the high-level mages remaining in the Fatil army.

Despite having witnessed the power of these mages the previous night, the Qin archers on the walls still fired their arrows at the Fatil Royal Magic Order mages who had begun chanting.

The result was the same as the previous night: they were blocked by an invisible barrier just three feet away. However, this time, no Kane-like savior appeared.

Finally, the combined high-level, wide-area magic of the Fatil mages—Meteor Shower—was successfully unleashed. Burning meteors slammed into the blue walls of Kadaha, instantly smashing them to pieces. Many Qin soldiers who hadn't managed to evacuate perished in this attack.

Duke Tulip gave the Qin soldiers no respite. Taking advantage of the destruction of all the fortifications on the Kadaha walls, he swiftly dispatched his assault vanguard, erecting ladders and initiating the fiercest battle for the walls! The

Qin soldiers, forced to retreat, saw the Fatil soldiers about to storm the walls and quickly emerged from their cover, engaging in a desperate resistance against the superior Fatil soldiers, who were both better equipped and outnumbered.

All notions of morality and justice between invaders and the invaded were superfluous; only hatred remained.

A Qin soldier had just thrown a Fatil soldier off the wall when another Fatil soldier stabbed him to death. The Fatil soldier who stabbed the Qin soldier to death was then beheaded by his fallen Qin comrade.

In that moment, there was no morality, no ethics, no rules or regulations; only slaughter, blood, entrails, and severed limbs remained. In that moment, both sides were driven only by cruelty and bloodlust.

After nearly an hour of fierce fighting, the Fatil forces managed to regain control of the city wall, only to have it quickly reclaimed by a suicide squad of Qin soldiers. The battle raged on, control of the wall changing hands several times. Every soldier seemed to have forgotten hunger and fatigue; their only thought was to kill!

Finally, just before the sun dipped below the horizon, the last Qin soldier was killed on the wall. The swarming Fatil siege troops quickly seized the strongholds on the walls of Kadaha and opened the gates.

Kadaha, a vital northern border town of Qin, had fallen completely.

In this battle, the Qin army, numbering over 100,000, including their Grand Marshal, Sword Saint Kane, all perished. The attacking side, Fatil, lost 100,000 slave soldiers and over 40,000 regular soldiers.

This battle officially opened the prelude to the struggle for supremacy on the Starry Continent…

Bildan, a key town in western Qin.

Kuka was an ordinary minotaur warrior of the orc race, over two meters tall, with a torso like a normal human, strong muscles, and a simple nature, except for a bull's tail.

However, his most distinctive feature was his bull's head, almost identical to a bull's, with curved horns, small ears, and large nostrils; the only difference was his mouth, which resembled a human's.

This time, Kuka, along with the new minotaur chieftain Mans, joined the orcish coalition led by the Behemoth Emperor to attack Bildan, a key town of the human Qin nation.

In the morning, during his routine patrol, Kuka discovered a human man. Kuka swore he had never seen such a bold human. Upon seeing him and his patrolling companion, the man didn't run away or shout, but instead smiled politely at him! ...

Chapter 88: A Solo Journey to the Meeting.

How to describe this human man? Kuka's dull mind couldn't think of any fancy words to describe him. If he had to find a word, it would be "beautiful"!

At least in Kuka's eyes, this man was much more beautiful than the village beauty, Sister Ruhua! However, despite this, Kuka wasn't attracted by his "male beauty" and shouted:

"Halt! This is the beastman camp. Who are you?"

"Hello, I am an envoy sent by the Great Qin Kingdom to discuss some important matters with His Majesty the Behemoth Emperor of your country. Could you please inform him?" the white-clad, blond-haired man, more beautiful than the village beauty, replied.

"Discuss matters? What matters? You're not a spy, are you? If you are, I'll arrest you!" Kuka said seriously to the human man.

"My name is Qin Feng, the ninth prince of the Great Qin Kingdom. I have important matters to discuss with the Behemoth Emperor. Why don't you inform your Majesty? Or are you afraid that a human like me might pose a threat to His Majesty in your military camp?"

"Of course not! Hmph, our Emperor is the number one expert among our orc race. You, a mere human, he could crush you with one hand! Hmph, you wait here, I'll go report. You few stay here and watch him, don't let him wander off." Kuka jumped up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at the human man.

This white-robed, blond-haired man was none other than Qin Feng, the ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, a first-class Divine Martial

Duke, who had led three thousand cavalry to a crushing defeat of fifty thousand bandits. That morning, after bidding farewell to Lei Men and the three thousand Yan Yun Guards who had seen him off, Qin Feng, alone on his horse, the Snow-Treading Blade, arrived at Bildan. He found the orc camp, and just as he was about to enter, the scene described above unfolded—he encountered a simple and endearing orcish minotaur soldier.

Looking at the leisurely drifting clouds, Qin Feng thought of the northern part of the Great Qin. According to his calculations, Fatil should be making a move soon. But didn't the Great Qin have a garrison of 100,000? Add to that the command of Grand Marshal Kane and the 3,000 Golden Lion Knights, and they could at least handle an attack of 300,000 to 400,000 men.

Unfortunately, he hadn't expected that Grand Marshal Kane of the Great Qin had been murdered in a plot, and that all 100,000 garrison soldiers had perished. Even more unexpected was that the three thousand Golden Lion Knights had already escorted his ambitious but incompetent elder brother back to the capital before the war even began.

A moment later, the minotaur warrior Kuka burst out at a speed many times faster than before, panting heavily as he said to Qin Feng,

"We... our... His... Majesty... invite... you... in!"

He then exhaled two puffs of white breath from his large nostrils, looking utterly comical.

As if by magic, Qin Feng produced a transparent water sphere in his hand, covered by a thin layer of ice with a hole at the top. He handed the water sphere to Kuka, saying, "Thanks! Have some water and rest!"

Leaving a group of dumbfounded orc soldiers behind, Qin Feng walked straight in the direction Kuka had pointed.

After a long while, the stunned orc soldiers finally came to their senses, exclaiming,

"Is this magic?"

"Is he a magician?"

"He probably is! He must be one of the very few magicians among humans, and a water magician at that!" Kuka proudly held up the water sphere, drawing envious glances from his companions.

As soon as Qin Feng stepped into the beastman's camp, he felt six overwhelming auras pressing down on him. "Looks like they want to intimidate me!" Qin Feng thought to himself, but his hands didn't slow down. He silently channeled his Azure Sky Force to protect his internal organs, used the Chaotic Demon Body Technique to protect his body, employed the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique with his consciousness as a bow, and the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique with his mental power as an arrow, shooting towards the oppressive force of the five auras. The

Sun-Shooting Roar Technique could even shoot down the Golden Crow, the son of the ancient demon emperor Donghuang Taiyi, let alone these beastman leaders who were no match for the demon race. Coupled with the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Technique, a major technique specializing in mental attacks, Qin Feng, alone, held a slight advantage against the mental pressure exerted by the six beastman masters.

Inside the magnificent royal tent, about a hundred feet away from Qin Feng, Emperor Stru-Behemoth, seated at the head of the table, smiled slightly and said to the Great Prophet Danton-Fox, who was looking at him, "Interesting. I didn't expect the Lord of Restoration to be so powerful, holding his own against six people without being at a disadvantage! However, we must teach him a lesson, otherwise he will look down on our orc race!"

Qin Feng, who had some doubts about the orcs' strength, suddenly felt the pressure increase sharply. If what he felt before was just a small hill, then what was pressing down on him now was a mountain! This sudden increase in pressure almost made Qin Feng lose his composure. After finally calming himself down, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and pushed his four gates to their limits.

After the fusion, Qin Feng possessed a chaotic body that was rare even in ten thousand years. In addition, all the martial arts he cultivated were top-notch martial arts that were unparalleled in the era. This had fostered Qin Feng's arrogant personality. This arrogance was ingrained in his bones and was not visible on the surface.

However, Qin Feng was destined to suffer a setback today. No matter how high he raised his power, the pressure on him would always be greater; the higher he increased his power, the greater the pressure.

Even a fool could see that the other party had no ill intentions and was merely testing him. Realizing this, a smile appeared on Qin Feng's face, and he immediately dissipated all his power.

Sitting on the throne, Emperor Behemoth Struth gave the Great Prophet Danton a wry smile, just like the four clan chiefs below:

"It seems the Lord of Restoration is truly a cunning man, resorting to such shameless methods."

"This truly demonstrates his wisdom, Your Majesty! To do what is futile knowingly is foolish. To obtain the greatest benefit with the least cost—that is the way of the wise! And this kind of wisdom is precisely what our beastmen lack." Although the Great Prophet spoke to Emperor Behemoth, his eyes were fixed on the disdainful Minotaur chief, Mans-Okos, below.

Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Mans muttered, "Someone like him wants to be the restorer of our beastmen? He hasn't even reached the level of a Sword Saint! He can't even beat me, and now he expects me to listen to him? That's worse than death!"

"So you've never listened to me?" the Great Prophet asked, a sly glint in his eyes.

"No, no!" Mans hurriedly waved his hands, explaining, "I always listen to you! I do everything you say!"

"Oh, then why do you listen to me? This old body of mine can't even take a punch from you!" the Great Prophet asked.

"Because everything you say is right!" Mans scratched the back of his head, adding quietly, "That's what my dead father told me!"

Everyone burst into laughter…

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Chapter Eighty-Nine: Negotiation.

Standing at the camp gate, Qin Feng suddenly felt the pressure weighing on him completely vanish after he gave up resistance, further confirming his suspicions.

It seemed he shouldn't use his martial arts skills on this trip with the orcs. Against this group of experts, at least at the Sword Saint level, his meager abilities were insufficient. Since martial arts wouldn't work, he'd use magic and his intellect—two things the orcs lacked most.

Just as Qin Feng was pondering this, the Behemoth King, the Great Prophet, and the other orc leaders emerged from the royal tent. Qin Feng carefully observed them. The giant at the front, over four meters tall, wore simple armor and was covered in pale golden fur. This must be the orc emperor, the Behemoth King, Qin Feng thought. However, his expression immediately changed drastically, because he discovered that the Behemoth King's steps, intentionally or unintentionally, were in sync with his own heartbeat!

What did this mean? It meant that the Behemoth King had found Qin Feng's weakness and was subtly warning him. We know that when we punch with maximum force, it's at the moment our heart beats, and when we're exhausted, it's at the moment our heart stops. Therefore, if you strike the opponent at the moment their heart stops, even a master would find it difficult to defend themselves head-on.

"Qin Feng, the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin, has come to pay respects to the Beastman race on the orders of the King of Qin! This must be the Beastman's Emperor, Behemoth." Qin Feng spoke first.

"Hahaha, I've long heard that His Highness the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin is exceptionally intelligent, and seeing him today, it's certainly true!" The Beastman group stopped five feet in front of Qin Feng, the four-meter-tall giant at the front speaking in a voice comparable to Jiao Lei's.

At this moment, Qin Feng fully understood what pressure was. Before, there was some pressure, but that was from a distance, and mostly probing. Now, standing so close, facing the natural aura emanating from a high-ranking Sword God, four Sword Saints, and a Great Prophet of unknown strength, Qin Feng even found it difficult to speak.

Dan Dong, the fox clan's great prophet beside the Behemoth Emperor, noticed that Qin Feng's originally gentle face had suddenly turned bright red. He quickly reminded the Behemoth Emperor, who was so happy that he was stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened. He then hurriedly told the beast clan leaders, who had almost suffocated Qin Feng, to rein in their aura.

Actually, it's not entirely the Behemoth King's fault. Orcs have always revered the strong and possess an innate fervor for combat, especially the Behemoth King and his ilk at the highest levels. However, as superiors, they don't fight like others, so they resort to a contest of aura. Their constant interaction is a battle of wills, so when they approach Qin Feng within five feet, their habitual imposing aura nearly crushes him.

After the Behemoth King and his group withdrew their aura, Qin Feng gasped for breath. This was arguably the most pathetic situation Qin Feng had faced since his martial arts had greatly improved.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Qin Feng, hehe..." the Behemoth King said apologetically, looking at Qin Feng's disheveled state.

What could Qin Feng say but a wry smile? He could only blame his own lack of strength.

Inside the Beast King's tent, Qin Feng sat with the Beast King and other Beast leaders, each holding a seat of honor. Qin Feng picked up the milk tea, a specialty of the Beast race, and took a small sip. A milky aroma immediately filled his nostrils, and after swallowing, a rich milky fragrance filled his mouth.

"Good tea!" Qin Feng couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it. We Beastmen are poor, we can't compare to humans, we don't have anything to offer. But these are some local specialties that you humans don't have," the Great Prophet said warmly.

Qin Feng was very surprised by the Beastmen's attitude. He had originally thought that Beastmen had no goodwill towards humans, and he was already lucky to have been thrown out when he rashly went to see them. He hadn't expected them to be so enthusiastic. He really didn't understand!

As if reading Qin Feng's mind, the Great Prophet of the Beastmen smiled slightly at him and said, "I wonder what business Your Highness has with us?"

"I've come mainly to help our Beastman friends live a better life!" Qin Feng put down his milk tea and posed a question that surprised everyone.

The Great Prophet Danton had anticipated that Qin Feng's visit wouldn't be insignificant, but he hadn't expected him to start with such a tempting topic for the Beastmen.

Seeing the jaws of everyone in the tent nearly dropping to the floor, Qin Feng finally regained some balance; he had finally vented some of the humiliation he had suffered earlier.

The Beast King and the Great Prophet exchanged glances, and Qin Feng said, "I wonder what good ideas Your Highness has to help our Beastmen live a better life?"

"It's simple, trade!" Qin Feng smiled.

"Trade?" the Beast King asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it's trade! The climate where orcs live is harsh and the land is barren. Although you are all very hardworking, your annual harvest is not high, and with your large population, there is simply not enough food! However, because of your special geographical location, your special products are very sought after in the human world." Qin Feng paused and continued,

"Therefore, I propose that Birdan be our trading city. We can exchange food, ironware, and other materials that you urgently need for your animal hides, magic cores, and so on."

For a moment, the tent was quiet. After all, this proposal was too bold. The enmity between orcs and humans can be traced back tens of thousands of years. There has never been anything between them other than war and hatred. But now Qin Feng has proposed something they dare not even think about.

"I think that with enough food, the number of orcs who starve to death each year due to lack of food will be greatly reduced. With ironware, you will have a huge boost in both the fighting power and production capacity of your orc army." Qin Feng took a sip of milk tea and continued to tempt them.

After a while, a tense breathing sound filled the tent. Clearly, the leaders of the beastmen present were all immersed in the beautiful dream that Qin Feng had woven for them. This was a dream that the beastmen had never realized in tens of thousands of years. Now, it might be realized in their hands. How could they not be excited?

After a long while, it was the Great Prophet of the Beast Clan who reacted first. He forced a breath to calm himself and said,

"I wonder what Your Highness's requirements are? Don't tell us that you're here entirely to help our Beast Clan solve this problem that has plagued us for ten thousand years!"

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. I have my conditions too." Qin Feng picked up his milk tea and took a sip, completely unconcerned that all eyes in the royal tent were on him...

Chapter Ninety: The Storm Is Brewing

"I hope that our brothers in the Beast Clan will refrain from invading Great Qin in the next few years. Of course, we can establish a closer relationship. For example, some of your elite warriors can join my guard. In addition to being responsible for their daily expenses, I can also reward them with food, weapons, and armor based on their performance..." Qin Feng smiled as he stated his requirements, with a kind smile like that of the Big Bad Wolf.

"Your Highness, how can we believe that you're not lying to us?" the Great Prophet of the Fox Clan asked.

"Of course,..."

...

The rest of the negotiations, except for the initial forced listening by the Emperor, were mostly spent yawning.

If the orcs are invincible warriors on the battlefield, then they can be described as complete idiots in negotiations. While this might be related to their inherently kind nature, even the orcs' renowned high prophet, known for his wisdom, was completely bewildered by Qin Feng's smooth talk. The bear chieftain, Dika-Bill, and the bull chieftain, Mans-Okos, even dozed off.

The final negotiation results were confidential, but the orcs' warm hospitality towards Qin Feng indicated that his operation was a resounding success.

Most astonishingly, the high prophet Danton actually offered Qin Feng his own granddaughter, Annie Fox, known as the most beautiful woman among the orcs, as a handmaiden. Qin Feng repeatedly refused, even pleading with others in the tent for help, but the high prophet Danton seemed determined, insisting on his decision no matter who tried to persuade him.

He had seen gifts and beautiful women offered, but never anyone so resolutely offering their own granddaughter. Left with no other choice, Qin Feng reluctantly accepted, assuming that a woman so forcefully presented by the high prophet Danton must be incredibly ugly.

However, when he saw the "flower-like" beauty he had imagined, Qin Feng was stunned. He never expected that the orcs, who were always synonymous with barbarity and vulgarity in his mind, could be so beautiful!

Only a head shorter than Qin Feng, with flowing long hair and sapphire-like eyes, she looked no different from a human beauty at first glance, the only difference being the fluffy tail behind her.

Even with Qin Feng's composure, he was momentarily stunned by her beauty upon seeing Aini. Fortunately, Qin Feng had cultivated the "Heaven and Earth Shattering Technique," and after a moment of dazedness, he immediately regained his composure.

The orcish prophet Dan Dong, who was beside him, secretly praised him.

In contrast to Qin Feng's triumphant moment, a thousand miles away in the Great Qin capital, a dark and gloomy atmosphere prevailed…

The Great Qin court was eerily silent.

Fatil's elite army of 200,000 attacked Kadaha, a key border town of Qin. Qin's Grand Marshal Kane and 100,000 Xuanwu Legion soldiers all perished in the battle. Fatil's army was invincible, capturing ten cities in three days!

Upon hearing this news, the King of Qin, still enjoying himself with Consort Yu, immediately summoned his prime ministers and other officials to discuss countermeasures.

At this moment, the King of Qin sat on his throne with a grim expression. Several shattered porcelain pieces on the steps symbolized the somber atmosphere.

Below the steps, the prime ministers and other ministers stood silently, not daring to utter a sound. After all, the King of Qin was still furious, and no one dared to speak out at this time, lest they incur trouble.

"Ahem… Fatil disregarded the peace treaty between our two countries and rashly attacked the border of Qin, causing the untimely death of our Grand Marshal, the Sword Saint Kane. This is truly outrageous! What do you all think?" the King of Qin coughed a few times.

"Your Majesty, Grand Marshal Kane died a martyr, killing over a thousand members of the Fatil Royal Heavy Infantry Regiment even in his dying moments. He is truly a loyal minister for the Qin Dynasty. Please, Your Majesty, proclaim this

to the world!" the Left Chancellor stepped forward and said. "Indeed, Your Majesty! Grand Marshal Kane was always utterly loyal to the Qin Dynasty. His death in battle deserves a state funeral to honor his contributions to the Qin Dynasty!" the Right Chancellor, Yu Tianyang, also stepped forward and said.

"I know, but the Grand Marshal was a man of integrity throughout his life. His passing is truly heartbreaking!" the King of Qin sighed, his eyes glancing at his right eye, seemingly intentionally.

The Right Chancellor trembled, breaking out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the Left Chancellor stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences! The most urgent task is to stabilize the domestic situation and send elite troops to resist, otherwise..."

"Your Majesty, I also believe that we should send capable generals to block the Fatil army, otherwise, the capital will be lost!" the Right Chancellor said, forcing himself to remain calm.

"I second that!"

"I second that!"

"We all second that!"

...

Seeing that the leaders of both factions had spoken out, the remaining ministers all stepped forward to echo their opinions.

"Then, my dear ministers, who do you think should be appointed as the marshal?" King Qin asked, looking at the ministers below the steps who had echoed his sentiments.

Upon hearing King Qin's words, the ministers who had just sworn all loyalty retreated to their positions, bowing and lowering their heads, remaining silent.

It was understandable that they were being questioned; after all, their opponent was the Fatil army, whose Grand Marshal, the Sword Saint Kane, had been killed. Imagine, if even the Sword Saint was dead, what could these insignificant figures like them possibly have to offer?

Instantly, the steps fell into dead silence again. King Qin, who had been deeply grieving over the death of Sword Saint Kane, was on the verge of losing his temper upon seeing the ministers' cowardly behavior.

"Your Majesty, I have a suitable candidate!" The Right Chancellor stepped forward and said calmly.

"Oh? Who does the Jade Chancellor recommend for this important mission?" King Qin's eyes flashed with murderous intent upon seeing the Right Chancellor, and he took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty," the Right Chancellor solemnly declared, "even Grand Marshal Kane, with the strength of a Sword Saint, sacrificed himself for his country. Therefore, we must send our most powerful experts and elite troops to resist the Fatil invasion!" He continued,

"Your Majesty, only by entrusting the Grand Preceptor with this mission can we uphold our military prestige!"

"What do you all think?" the King of Qin asked the other ministers, glancing at the Right Chancellor standing proudly at the foot of the steps.

"The Right Chancellor is absolutely right! We second that!" the ministers from the Third Prince's faction quickly echoed.

"Your Majesty," the Left Chancellor, "I also believe the Right Chancellor's opinion is correct. However, although the Grand Preceptor is one of the six Great Magisters, he is unfamiliar with military tactics. Therefore, I believe we should send a deputy general skilled in battle formations to assist the Grand Preceptor in the resistance!"

"Yes, the Left Prime Minister is absolutely right! Then surely the Left Prime Minister has already chosen a suitable candidate?" King Qin fixed his gaze on the Left Prime Minister's face.

"Your Majesty is wise! This old minister recommends Lord Okro, Commander of the Royal Guard!" the Left Prime Minister bowed and said…

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