45: Chapter 45 Execution by the Divine Wind Camp

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

In that realm of destruction composed of a sea of talisman light, the space had become as thick as syrup.

Every inch of air was filled with violent and chaotic spiritual energy, which collided and annihilated each other, emitting ear-piercing shrieks.

The figure of Charge to the End was a sharp blade piercing into this chaotic realm.

His speed reached the extreme, and his figure left a blurry afterimage on the ground.

The scorched earth beneath his feet was plowed open by the strong wind brought about by his high-speed movement, forming two shallow gullies.

The violent energy storm scraped against his body, the simple leather armor shattering inch by inch, revealing the lean, tough body beneath.

His skin was cut open by the escaping energy into fine bloody gashes, which were instantly seared by the high temperature, emitting a sizzling sound.

- 35!

- 42!

- 28!

A series of damage numbers, not high but dense enough to make one's scalp tingle, floated up from above his head.

His health bar was frantically sliding down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he didn't care at all.

In his eyes, only that black-robed figure struggling in the center of the sea of light remained.

In his ears, it seemed that the words of Immovable as a Mountain, when they were arguing on the forum, forever calm and restrained yet piercing to the heart, were still echoing:

"War is not a one-man stage; a brute's charge is meaningless. Aside from satisfying yourself, who else can your life protect?"

"Is that so..." The corners of Charge to the End's mouth widened, his blood-stained teeth appearing exceptionally ferocious under the light of the spells.

Coward, watch closely.

My life can carve out a path for my brothers!

Hill Command Post.

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation's fingers were tightly gripped on the stone table in front of him, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

His face, which always wore a smile as if he had everything under control, was now filled with unprecedented tension.

He saw it; of course, he saw that single, golden point of light that had rushed out.

That was the last spark of the Divine Wind Battalion.

It was also the craziest and most helpless move in his entire tactical layout.

"He... he rushed in!" Gossip Reporter Little Trumpet's voice was sharp and short. The compass in her hand flashed chaotically, its needle spinning wildly, having completely lost its analytical ability. "Charge to the End's life signal is rapidly decaying! Brother Shan, our firepower... our firepower is friendly firing on him!"

Yes, friendly fire.

This carpet bombing initiated by the Talisman Sea Alliance at any cost was destined to be an indiscriminate attack from the very beginning.

The area it covered was also a death zone for the players of the Divine Wind Battalion.

Charge to the End's charge was not just rushing towards the enemy, but also using his own flesh and blood to collide with their own torrent of death composed of countless spells.

"Don't stop!"

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation squeezed these three words out from between his teeth, his gaze locked tightly on the battlefield, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Keep bombing! Throw all the talismans in! Before he falls, absolutely do not give Fierce Shadow any chance to catch his breath!"

This was the most rational, yet also the most cruel order.

He was using Charge to the End's rapidly depleting health bar to trade for a slim chance of a tactical opportunity that could pierce through Fierce Shadow's defense.

On the battlefield, all the players of the Talisman Sea Alliance had their eyes bloodshot with killing intent.

They heard the order, and the speed at which they crushed the talismans in their hands increased by another three points.

"President, come on!" Appearance is Justice, while stuffing a stack of [Earth Spear Talismans] to the ally beside her, shouted towards the direction of the battlefield, her eyes already filled with tears at some unknown moment. "Kill that SOB! I'll get you the coolest outfit in the whole server!"

Center of the storm.

"Crack—!!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound like shattered glass, that Black Demon Mysterious Shield, burning with Fierce Shadow's essence blood, finally became covered in spiderweb-like cracks under the washing of the endless torrent of spells and exploded with a bang!

"Pfft—"

Fierce Shadow suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly wilting.

The demonic energy within him was already nearing exhaustion.

Hard-resisting the saturated attack of tens of thousands of talismans, even if the power of each one was insignificant, the gathered energy was enough to shake mountains.

This had already exceeded the limit that a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage could withstand.

He was like a drowning person repeatedly battered by a tsunami, and after exhausting his last bit of strength, he was finally swept into the abyss of despair.

However, just at the moment when the mysterious shield shattered and the torrent of spells was about to submerge his body, an extreme, sharp, and unparalleled killing intent broke through the chaotic energy from his side, stabbing straight at his heart!

Fierce Shadow's pupils contracted violently.

He saw it.

It was a figure covered in blood, appearing like a mad demon.

On the broken blade in that person's hand, the three-foot-long golden blade aura extending out was so conspicuous in the sky full of light, like a poisonous needle piercing through the dark night.

"Seeking death!"

Fierce Shadow was furious; he was a dignified Demon Envoy, how could he allow such an ant to get close!

He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and energy, the last trace of demonic energy in his exhausted dantian was squeezed out, turning into a pitch-black ghost claw, grabbing fiercely towards Charge to the End's head!

This was a life-or-death strike.

He was confident that under this ghost claw containing the source demonic energy of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this Otherworld Demon, who hadn't even reached the Qi Refining Stage, would be crushed into powder along with his soul.

But, Charge to the End smiled.

He didn't care at all about the ghost claw grabbing at his head.

No dodging, no blocking.

In his eyes, there was only Fierce Shadow's bloodless face due to the backlash of mana, and his beating heart.

That was enough.

"Divine Wind—!"

He let out an earth-shattering roar, pouring his last life, his last will, and even his last bit of strength into the broken blade in his hand.

"Break!!!"

"Sshhh—!"

The golden blade aura traced a brilliant and resolute trajectory in the air.

At the same time, the pitch-black ghost claw also accurately imprinted on Charge to the End's crown.

"- 99999! (Critical Hit)"

A terrifying number, bright red to the point of being blinding, floated up from above Charge to the End's head.

His body, at the moment of contact with the ghost claw, shattered inch by inch from the head down, like a weathered sand sculpture, turning into the purest white light.

At the last moment before his consciousness dissipated, he seemed to see that blood-colored Great Wall built by countless brothers with their own bodies.

He saw the man who always scolded him as a "brute," standing on the city wall, silently raising the pot lid giant shield in his hand towards him.

"Immovable as a Mountain... this time... I won't be a brute anymore..."

White light soared into the sky.

Commander-in-chief of the Divine Wind Battalion, Charge to the End, died in battle.

"Pfft!"

Almost at the same time, that golden blade aura, carrying an invincible sharpness, also accurately submerged into Fierce Shadow's heart.

The sharp power of the high-grade Sharp Metal Talisman, mixed with a player's most resolute will, exploded within his body.

"Urgh..."

Fierce Shadow's body stiffened suddenly, and he slowly lowered his head, looking in disbelief at the bowl-sized transparent hole in his chest.

The golden energy was frantically destroying the meridians and organs within his body.

His vitality was fading at an incredible speed.

Lost...

He... actually lost to this group of Otherworld Demons who were not even as good as ants?

Lost to that... unreasonable tactic of trading life for life?

In a trance, his consciousness began to blur.

What appeared before his eyes was no longer this chaotic battlefield, but a quiet courtyard planted with moonflowers.

In the courtyard, a stunningly beautiful woman was smiling at him.

And behind that woman stood a man draped in a black royal robe, his eyes hiding endless fatigue and sorrow.

"My Lord..."

"Lady Moon Ji..."

"Fierce Shadow... has done his best..."

His body swayed, the luster in his eyes completely dimmed, and he fell backward stiffly.

"Boom!"

The corpse hit the scorched earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With the fall of Fierce Shadow, the Black Demon Canopy covering the sky above the battlefield, like a curtain that had lost its support, quickly dissipated.

The deafening sound of talisman bombing that had lasted for so long also came to an abrupt halt.

The whole world seemed to have been pressed with a mute button.

Dead silence.

A suffocating dead silence.

All the surviving players stood there stunned, looking at the center of the battlefield, which was in shambles and seemed to have been plowed by a meteor shower.

The smoke slowly dissipated.

There, only a corpse of a black-robed person remained lying on the ground.

And a... beam of resurrection white light belonging to Charge to the End that had just risen.

Hill Command Post.

Gossip Reporter Little Trumpet stared fixedly at the compass in her hand. When she saw the huge red light cluster representing Fierce Shadow flicker a few times and then completely extinguish, she was stunned for half a second, and then screamed in a voice that was almost cracking:

"The BOSS's health bar... is emptied! He's dead! We won!!!"

This scream was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake.

After a brief silence, the entire hill, and even the entire battlefield, was instantly submerged by cheering that sounded like a tsunami!

"Holy crap! We won?!"

"We killed a Foundation Establishment Stage NPC!!!"

"President Charge to the End is awesome—! (Voice cracking)"

"Divine Wind Battalion is awesome! Talisman Sea Alliance is awesome! I pawned my underwear today to buy talismans, it was worth it!"

Countless players threw away their weapons, crazily hugging and roaring, venting the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe.

Keyboard Warrior Governing the Nation let out a long, long sigh of relief, his whole person as if drained of all strength, slumping onto the chair.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Won, the gamble was won.

But just at this moment, beside him, the voice of Appearance is Justice, excited to the point of distortion, shouted out the one sentence all players cared about most at this moment:

"Quick! Go loot the corpse!!!"

One word woke the dreamer!

All cheering came to an abrupt halt.

The next second, hundreds of players, with greedy and fanatical green light flashing in their eyes, like a school of sharks smelling blood, rushed frantically from all directions towards the place where Fierce Shadow fell.

"Don't grab it! I saw it first!"

"Get lost! I had the highest damage output! The gear is mine!"

"Damn it, who interrupted my [Gathering Skill]! Do you want to die!"

The comrades who had just lived and died together instantly became mortal enemies.

However, just when the few players in the front were about to touch Fierce Shadow's corpse, a light far more dazzling than any gear drop before suddenly erupted from the corpse.

The light dissipated, and a few items emitting treasure light were lying quietly on the ground.

But the most eye-catching thing was not those pieces of equipment.

Instead, it was at the heart position of the corpse, a broken, pitch-black stone fragment, only the size of a fingernail, was silently floating there, emitting a faint, ghostly light that seemed to be able to swallow all light.