Fengyue Continent Episode 24, Chapter 1: The Wind of the Overlord

Doors were shut, windows were closed. On the night of November 16th, 538 of the Fast Empire calendar, in the imperial capital of Esnia, apart from the city guards surrounding Sanssouci Palace, all the citizens hid in their homes in fear, some even afraid to breathe. Another war had descended upon Esnia! From the moment night fell, the citizens of Esnia, having endured the ravages of war several times, had become extremely sensitive to troop movements. When large numbers of fully armed city guards hurried through the streets of Esnia, the citizens immediately had this thought in their minds. It could be said that in these short six months, the people of the Fast Empire's capital had experienced more war than all their ancestors had combined. This was enough to make countless Fast citizens harbor a terrifying thought: had the vast Fast Empire, with its countless glories and honors, reached its end? The heart of the Fast Empire, the pride of the Fast people, the Sanssouci Palace once praised and celebrated by countless poets of the continent, had only been quiet for a few months before it was once again surrounded by the city guards. "Listen up, you inside! I'm giving you twelve counts. Lay down your weapons and surrender, or you'll be killed without mercy!" Holding a massive battle axe, Briago's enormous body sat astride an equally massive red warhorse, exuding an unimaginable oppressive aura. As Briago's thunderous shout fell, the soldiers behind him began to shout in unison. "One!" "Two!"... "Five!" At first, it was the shouts of hundreds, but by the third count, it had become the shouts of tens of thousands. The sheer force of the shouts was earth-shattering; even the walls of Esnia seemed to shake, let alone the towering buildings and deep walls of Sanssouci Palace. Under such a tremendous force, one couldn't help but wonder if a few more shouts would cause the entire Sanssouci Palace to collapse. The guards protecting the Sanssouci Palace exchanged bewildered glances. The scene of the previous breach seemed like it happened just yesterday, and some were even wavering, their eyes darting around. Hou Qing, seeing this, inwardly groaned. Bryago's psychological warfare tactic was truly unexpected. On one hand, it boosted the morale and cohesion of the city guards; on the other hand, it severely damaged the fighting spirit of the Sanssouci Palace guards. If Bryago had launched a direct assault from the start, it might have fostered a sense of shared hatred among the guards, leading them to fight with all their might. But now, with this psychological warfare, the already disunited guard force was likely to crumble, collapsing without a fight. "An interesting opponent. Who would have thought he'd pull something like this?" Hou Qing, who was worriedly considering offering advice to Ye Tianlong, suddenly heard the man beside him mutter this. Then, seeing him stride towards the gates of Sanssouci Palace, Hou Qing's eyes widened in disbelief. What happened next was something Hou Qing would never forget. "Open the gates!" Hearing Ye Tianlong's steady and powerful command, all the guards at the gates of Wuyou Palace were startled, staring at him in disbelief. "Eight!" Their momentum was overwhelming; every soldier in the city guard camp felt their blood boiling, their fighting spirit burning fiercely. Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, even if there were thousands of troops, they would not hesitate in the slightest. Suddenly, a long, piercing roar echoed from the gates of Wuyou Palace, like a sharp sword wedged into the gaps in the shouts, abruptly severing the city guard camp soldiers' thunderous cries. As the gates of Wuyou Palace slowly opened, the ninth count stopped at the throats of the city guard camp soldiers, and all eyes turned to the man who was striding confidently out of Wuyou Palace. The lights on either side of the Sanssouci Palace gates illuminated the man's body and face, causing a slight murmur among the city guards. This man was unarmed! Those who recognized him gasped, letting those who didn't know that the man before them was their sole target: Ye Tianlong, the commander of the Fast Heavenly Dragon Legion. Ye Tianlong's gaze, sharp as a knife, slowly swept across the faces of the soldiers before him. His invisible aura and authority made the city guards shrink back in fear, some even instinctively shrinking back. The invincible swordsman of Esnia, the undefeated general of the Fast Empire, the man who defeated Yunyang's 500,000-strong army with only 100,000 men—in just two short years, the countless deeds this man had performed had established a powerful heroic image in the hearts of the people of Fast. Seeing Ye Tianlong standing like a mountain, a very strange expression suddenly appeared on Bryag's face. He struggled to open his mouth to give an order, but Ye Tianlong had already beaten him to it and suddenly shouted, "What do you want to do? Are you going to rebel?" His voice was like thunder, making everyone's eardrums buzz. Many soldiers who originally belonged to the Eastern Governor's Office even changed their expressions and quietly took a half step back. "All of you, go back!" Seeing that his imposing manner had indeed intimidated the city guards in front of him, Ye Tianlong knew that he could not miss the opportunity and immediately shouted the order again. The formation of the city guards fluctuated slightly, and the strangest thing at this moment was naturally Bryag, who was standing at the very front. His huge body trembled slightly on his warhorse, as if he was resisting something. His eyes were glaring, and he looked anxious, wanting to say something but unable to. "Nonsense! Don't listen to him, let's go, kill him!" A centurion standing next to Bryago suddenly brandished his longsword like a madman and charged at Ye Tianlong, shouting wildly. As the centurion led the charge, his companions, as if hypnotized, began to move forward as well. This, in turn, caused the city guards behind him to instinctively begin to move as well. Amidst the chaotic shouts of the city guards, the entire city guard formation slowly began to move forward, and it seemed the entire situation was about to change. "Those who defy their superiors shall die!" The shout was deafening, but Ye Tianlong stood proudly motionless in place, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, his eyes flashing with cold light as he coldly watched the centurion who had charged forward and his companions. Just as he passed Briyagu, and was still eight or nine feet away from the gates of Sanssouci Palace, the centurion and his companions felt a blur before their eyes. Ye Tianlong seemed to have suddenly materialized, appearing before them with an ominous black sword shadow. The black blade of the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword, accompanied by blazing flames, flashed and swirled before the city guards, creating a brilliant yet deathly curve. The centurion who had charged forward had no time to react; the chilling black sword light was already upon him. Swords shattered, armor cracked—before the indestructible Heavenly Demon Holy Sword and the overwhelming dark true power, even the armor forged through countless trials crumbled.It was almost indistinguishable from something made of paper. Crimson blood splattered in the air, limbs and severed heads flew in all directions. And all of this happened in the blink of an eye. Amidst the short screams, the Thousand Cavalry Commander and his companions seemed to be racing to see who could fall the fastest. In the blink of an eye, the ground was littered with mutilated corpses, and crimson blood splattered across an area of eight feet. The black sword light and crimson flames that had dominated the city guards' vision had not yet completely dissipated when Ye Tianlong's figure had already retreated back to the gate of the Worry-Free Palace. Holding the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword, which was engulfed in flames, Ye Tianlong coldly stared at the city guards, exuding a chilling killing intent. In an instant, it seemed that even the space around him was filled with an incomparably terrifying aura of death. It felt as if anyone who entered this area would only be met with bloodshed within five steps. The city guards, who had only taken two steps forward, stopped in their tracks. The corpses of their leading officers and the bloodstains on the ground made them realize the astonishing strength and terrifying power of the man before them. Standing alone at the forefront of the city guards' ranks, he had killed more than ten officers with a single, thunderous strike. The unparalleled domineering aura emanating from his every move undoubtedly shocked all the city guards present. Remembering how several renowned cavalry commanders had been easily killed by Ye Tianlong the moment they stepped forward, the other city guards, under immense psychological pressure, lacked the courage to attack Ye Tianlong. At this moment, all the city guards needed someone to lead them, a commander with the strength to lead them in attacking Ye Tianlong. It's important to understand that many soldiers in these city guard battalions were originally under Ye Tianlong's command of the Eastern Governor's Office. The rest, with only a few newly recruited, were former members of the Esnia City Guard. To them, Ye Tianlong was practically their superior, and the thought of facing him face-to-face was simply too much for them. Moreover, the situation was far more complex. As a high-ranking military and political official, before being officially dismissed, Ye Tianlong held the position of Legion Commander of the Fast Empire and the governor of Qingzhou and other regions. From any perspective, the gap between the city guard soldiers and Ye Tianlong was immense. More importantly, while some city guard soldiers were determined to serve Yunaya, with the city guard commander and Yunaya's trusted general, Bryago, standing before them, and even he remaining silent, the others felt they lacked the authority to lead the challenge against Ye Tianlong's authority. Therefore, the current situation has become extremely delicate. The city guards who were already dissatisfied with Yunaya, along with those loyal to Yunaya, are both awaiting the appearance of a leader, but their expectations differ. Ye Tianlong is acutely aware of the situation; what lies behind this silent standoff, and whether he can regain control of Esnia's city guards through his screams and sheer force of will, hinges on this moment. "Return to your posts!" His voice, delivered with true power, wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every city guard. With that, Ye Tianlong slowly raised the Heavenly Demon Holy Sword in his hand. Instantly, blazing dark demonic energy surged forward like a raging torrent, causing all who touched it to pale in shock. The vast plaza in front of the Palace of No Worries fell into a terrifying silence; apart from the occasional crackling of burning torches, not even a slightly heavy breath could be heard. "Didn't you hear my command?" His tiger-like eyes darkened, becoming menacing. Ye Tianlong took a step forward, his aura overwhelming. At this moment, even Ye Tianlong himself couldn't help but feel a strange sense of superiority, as if the tens of thousands of city guards before him were nothing more than ants, easily dismissed with a flick of his wrist. Strangely enough, with Ye Tianlong's step, the entire city guard formation involuntarily took a step back. The sheer power of one man could actually make tens of thousands of the most elite city guards of the Fast Empire retreat—such an unprecedented scene was truly unbelievable. Another step forward, then another. The entire square fell silent, save for the steady sound of Ye Tianlong's footsteps, which seemed to resonate with the ultimate truth of the universe, sending shivers down everyone's spines. The city guards had retreated several steps, making Bryago's solitary figure on horseback stand even more isolated. Incredibly, why was this man, who had led the siege of Sanssouci Palace, silent, watching Ye Tianlong gradually gain control of the situation? "What did you see?" A block away from Sanssouci Palace, moonlight streamed through an open window onto the man speaking. He was an extremely refined young man with slightly wavy long blond hair, all tied back except for a few loose strands. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses graced his delicate, square face, and he exuded an indescribable elegance. "Such a powerful aura. I never imagined this man possessed such terrifying strength." The man answering the question was a black-clad figure standing by the window. He held a dark iron pipe, about a foot long and three and a half inches in radius, to his right eye, his left eye closed. The tip of the pipe pointed directly at Sanssouci Palace. Judging from the man's attire, he was likely a bodyguard or attendant of the blond man, as his black, fitted clothing was embroidered with his master's crest, and the same crest was branded on the two-handed longsword at his waist. However, his speech lacked the respectful address one would expect from a bodyguard. These two men had been standing in this spot since the city guards surrounded Sanssouci Palace. Logically, the distance between this tall building and the plaza in front of Sanssouci Palace was far too great; even with excellent eyesight, they couldn't possibly see clearly. Yet, these two men seemed completely absorbed in their observation, relying on the object the black-clad man was currently holding. "Yes, I didn't expect to encounter such an interesting thing on this trip to Esnia, and to meet such a man. It's certainly been a worthwhile trip," the blond man said, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and looking at the black-clad man beside him with a touch of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection). "Woodgrany, how long have you been with me?" The man in black named Woodgrany paused slightly, then replied, "Eighteen years, five months, and eight days." "You remember so clearly." The blond man shook his head slightly upon hearing Woodgrany's answer. "If you truly didn't want to be my slave swordsman, why did you agree to my request in the first place?" Slave swordsmen were a custom in the Anglo-Western Empire. Every nobleman of the Anglo-Western Empire would have a highly skilled slave swordsman as their personal bodyguard. Moreover, this slave swordsman usually lived with his master from childhood, receiving the same education as his master. It could be said that this slave swordsman was the closest person to his master. "It was destined by fate, and no one could change it." Woodgrany's tightly closed left eye suddenly opened, and a sharp flash of lightning suddenly appeared, like a sword cleaving the night sky. "Moreover, I also willingly followed you." Seemingly unwilling to discuss this matter any further, Woodgrany immediately steered the conversation back to the current situation after speaking. "Why did that Briyagu allow Ye Tianlong to gradually gain control of the situation without taking any action?" The blond man turned back to face the window, thoughtfully saying, "That's the question I'm also wondering about. Since Briyagu led the army to besiege Sanssouci Palace, he should have taken the lead. But now you see, he seems to have suddenly become an outsider. Could it be that Ye Tianlong is putting so much psychological pressure on him?" "That's impossible. Briyagu isn't that kind of person. With such superb martial arts skills, his willpower is absolutely unbreakable. How could Ye Tianlong suppress his mind like this?" Woodgraney answered his master with great certainty, handing the iron pipe in his hand to the blond man. “This telescope is truly amazing. It’s so far away, yet it’s still perfectly clear. Look at the expression on Briargu’s face; I think there’s something strange about it.” The blond man chuckled softly, then took the telescope from Woodgraney without speaking. He held it to his right eye, closed his left eye, and began to examine it closely.

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