285: Chapter 285 My rules are the only rules

Inside the communicator, Old Ma's muffled crying could still be heard intermittently.

Accompanied by the howling wind and snow, it felt like a dull knife, slashing at everyone's nerves stroke by stroke.

Old Li was dead.

He died from the infection of the Abyss poison gas, dying in utter despair without a single antibiotic.

"Old Li..."

Gu Lie stared blankly at the communicator on the ground.

This iron-blooded giant standing 2.5 meters tall.

This Deputy Commander of the Shura Camp who had his intestines bitten through by exotic beasts on the Star Gate frontlines yet never made a single sound.

At this moment.

His spine, which had always been held straight, suddenly collapsed.

"Thud!"

Gu Lie's legs went soft, and he fell heavily to his knees in the snow in front of Su Chen.

He did not wipe the blood stains on his face.

Nor did he care about the whip scars on his body that were deep to the bone and oozing blood.

He only grabbed tightly at the accumulated snow on the ground.

Kneading the snow along with the frozen soil into cold muddy water.

One drop, two drops.

Shocking blood and tears rolled silently out of his only remaining eye.

Smashing into the snow, creating glaring red dots.

"Commander..."

Gu Lie raised his head and looked at Su Chen.

His voice was as hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of broken glass.

Exuding an endless desolation of being abandoned by the entire world and having all hope completely drained away.

"This is the rule."

Gu Lie smiled bitterly, tears mixed with blood flowing into his mouth.

"The military regulations of Great Xia are set for those aristocratic young masters."

"Cannon fodders like us without any background don't even have the qualification to survive."

Gu Lie shook his head in despair.

"If they want to kill us, there are ten thousand legal methods."

"Withholding supplies, calling a stag a horse, pinning the charge of treason..."

"What do we have to fight them with?"

Gu Lie suddenly straightened his body and grabbed the hem of Su Chen's black trench coat.

Raising his head with blood and tears streaming down his face, he pleaded bitterly.

"Commander! We accept our fate!"

"This bunch of brothers originally had worthless lives, and dying in the Far North serves us right."

"But you are different!"

Gu Lie stared fixedly at Su Chen's young face.

"You are only eighteen years old! You are a Martial King! You are a supreme Genius!"

"You have a great future ahead of you; you must never die with us in this garbage dump!"

"You go!"

Gu Lie pointed to the south and roared with a hoarse voice.

"Go back to the capital! Go find General Lei!"

"As long as you return to the capital, they won't dare to kill you blatantly!"

"Forget about us! Go! ! !"

Gu Lie let go of his hand and slammed his head heavily into the snow.

He was using his own life and the lives of five hundred brothers to beg Su Chen to survive.

Jiang Feng on the side gritted his teeth hard.

He turned his head away, unable to bear looking at Gu Lie's despairing appearance, tears swirling in his eyes.

Lin Qinghan also lowered her head silently.

Faced with the rolling over of such a massive bureaucratic machine, individual strength appeared far too pale.

At this moment, the wind and snow seemed to have stopped howling.

Between heaven and earth, only Gu Lie's muffled, painful weeping remained.

Su Chen stood in place.

He lowered his head, watching Gu Lie kneeling in the bloody water and weeping bitterly.

Listening to the muffled, despairing cries of those veteran soldiers coming from the communicator.

There was no flying into a rage.

There was no screaming curses.

The air around Su Chen did not even burst forth with a single shred of violent Qi.

He was calm to the point of frightening people.

Replaced by.

Was a chill that could completely freeze one's Soul!

Those deep, pitch-black eyes of his.

Bit by bit.

Transformed into polar black ice that had remained frozen for ten thousand years.

Su Chen extended his right hand.

Kneeling on the ground, Gu Lie saw Su Chen extend his hand and thought Su Chen was going to pull him up.

He was just about to raise his arm.

However, Su Chen's hand did not reach out toward him.

He gently straightened his collar that had been blown askew by the wind.

Then, he brushed off a snowflake that had fallen on his shoulder.

His movements were calm and composed.

Without a single trace of mortal aura.

"Accept fate?"

Su Chen spoke.

His voice was very soft and light.

But falling into this icy and snowy world, it was like a sharp sickle of Shinigami!

Instantly!

It sliced open the boundless wind and snow of the Far North!

Su Chen strode forward.

He did not detour, stepping directly past Gu Lie who was kneeling in the snow.

"In my dictionary."

Su Chen's steps did not pause in the slightest as he strode forward.

"There have never been these two words."

Gu Lie suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at Su Chen's back.

"Commander! Ahead is the Logistics Headquarters! There are tens of thousands of troops and heavy artillery!"

Su Chen acted as if he didn't hear.

As he walked forward, he slowly extended his right hand.

And grasped the cold hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Since they like to talk about rules."

Su Chen's voice drifted away in the cold wind.

"Since their rules leave us no way out."

"Clang————!!!"

A crisp, high-spirited dragon roar exploded fiercely!

Su Chen's right hand exerted force suddenly!

That long sword, recast from the frost broken sword and pitch-black as ink throughout.

Instantly cleared its sheath!

Su Chen did not raise the sword.

Instead, he casually lowered his right hand.

The tip of the sword slanted toward the ground.

The sharp blade slashed extremely overbearingly into the iron-hard permanent permafrost of the Far North!

"Zizizi——!"

Accompanied by Su Chen's long strides.

The black sword abruptly dragged a long string of extremely glaring, gorgeous sparks across the frozen soil!

On this dim ice field.

This trail of sparks dragging on the ground was like a guiding beacon pointing toward death.

Su Chen walked alone.

Facing the brightly lit, heavily guarded steel fortress ahead.

Facing the main Logistics Headquarters base that possessed tens of thousands of elite troops, heavy artillery clusters, and a Martial King presiding over it!

"That..."

Su Chen suddenly raised his head!

Those eyes that were originally pitch-black as ink.

At this instant, completely transformed into a crimson red of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Three pitch-black tomoe spun wildly and at extreme speeds within his pupils!

"Starting from today."

"Hum————!!!"

A supreme coercion that made heaven and earth tremble and caused even the Abyss to feel fear!

Burst forth from Su Chen's body without any reservation!

[Conqueror's Haki]!

But this was no longer the formless Soul coercion from before.

Accompanied by the complete boiling of Su Chen's killing intent.

Conqueror's Haki actually condensed into substance within the Void Realm!

"Crackling!"

Streaks of bizarre black-and-red lightning as thick as water buckets!

Jumped wildly around Su Chen's body and along the blade of the black sword, tearing apart the surrounding space!

Su Chen dragged a trail of sparks all the way.

Carrying violent black-and-red lightning all over his body.

Like a peerless God of Slaughter walking out of Hell.

"My rules."

Su Chen's voice, mixed with the terrifying coercion of Haoshoku.

Like rolling thunder, exploded fiercely across the sky above the entire Far North ice field!

"Are the rules!"