A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 841 - 638 - The Strongest Black Warrior_1

Chapter 841: 638 Chapter The Strongest Black Warrior_1

Wang Heng’s eyes were filled with expectation as he looked at Ada, saying, "Lady Ada, what are your thoughts? Just give the command and I will immediately lead my brothers to charge into the Imperial City of the Silver Empire, destroying what they call the capital. You have taught us in the past not to fear our enemies, but to strike them down swiftly, eliminating the chance for even one in ten thousand to counterattack."

Wang Heng spoke with great vigor, and Ming Jing, brimming with excitement, said, "That’s right, Lady Ada, give the order. Let’s just storm the Imperial City and eradicate those other two giants along with it. From today onwards, we, the Black Warriors, will replace the empire and unify the world." Her face showed her fervent excitement.

Zhang Kuo watched them with a speechless expression, while Ada frowned slightly. She had slumbered for tens of thousands of years and knew almost nothing about this world. With her strength yet to be restored and her memories in disarray, she had not once considered the idea of storming into the Imperial City and destroying the Silver Empire to dominate the world, which this group of powerful entities before her so eagerly suggested.

Seeing the confusion in Ada’s eyes, Zhang Kuo vaguely guessed that Ada probably had yet to recall the events from ten thousand years ago. With her in merely the seventh phase of growth and lacking the necessary resolve to command them, she was far from proposing an effective plan. He thought for a moment before speaking solemnly, "Since the Fire Meteor has been released, all the Black Warriors who are still alive in this world will surely come. For now, we have gathered only a few; since things have already escalated, we must gather all the living Black Warriors before we make our next move."

Zhang Kuo, once the seventh squad leader of the Black Warriors, had adopted a new identity after their disbandment. Later, he joined Troy City and became the Chief Enforcer, holding a high and heavyweight position. More thorough and comprehensive in his considerations than Ming Jing and Wang Heng, he certainly had a better grasp of strategy. Of course, when it came to natural combat talent, Wang Heng was an absolute genius, stronger even than him.

Zhang Kuo’s suggestion immediately roused both Ming Jing and Wang Heng. The Black Warriors who had arrived numbered just over a thousand, and of those, a thousand were brought by Wang Heng himself. However, the original Black Warriors corps had a full eight thousand members. Where were the others?

"Good." Wang Heng lifted his head, and upon seeing the Fire Meteor in the sky beginning to dim, he immediately pulled the fuse of his own Fire Meteor and sent it aloft.

Each "Fire Meteor" could last a very long time before gradually fading. With the launch of the second Fire Meteor, the glaring red light in the sky once again started to flicker brightly.

"We will wait here for ten days. If they are still alive in this world, even the ones at the farthest distance should arrive within that time. Those brothers who haven’t arrived within the ten days... probably... probably..." Zhang Kuo’s voice suddenly grew hoarse and sank.

Apart from the relatively intact "Third Squad," which Wang Heng led and consisted of a thousand Black Warriors, of the remaining seven thousand Black Warriors, only about five hundred arrived overnight. Admittedly, among the thousand Black Warriors Wang Heng brought, less than half were Elder Black Warriors from ten thousand years ago.

All the Black Warriors temporarily settled in the Hundred Clans Settlement. Once the Fire Meteor faded, another would be launched into the sky to summon the remaining Black Warriors still alive in this world.

Ten days. In these ten days, how many true Black Warriors would be able to reach them?

As for the Silver Empire’s one of the three giants, the supreme leader commanding the armies, the King of Thunder, he was incinerated by the collective "Black Flame Hell" of a thousand Black Warriors in the final moment. He had thought himself as good as dead. In that last instant, his mind was rocked by a burst, filled with sorrow. He had survived countless trials to finally become the King of Thunder with its prestigious title and power. Was he to die just like this?

With despair and rage, the King of Thunder’s consciousness blurred, and soon he knew no more, his heart’s depths harboring endless resentment.

Time passed, unknowable in length, and the King of Thunder’s consciousness, fueled by boundless resentment, miraculously awoke once more.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself before a transparent glass vessel containing a pale gold fluid.

"What... what is this..." The King of Thunder projected his consciousness outward and swiftly realized that he had been reduced to a mass of white brain-like substance, soaking in the pale gold liquid of the glass vessel.

Snapping out of the initial shock, the King of Thunder quickly regained full awareness, recalling the last moments of consciousness before his collapse. That combined strike from the sky, full of Black Warriors, was a power so formidable that not just he, the King of Thunder, but even true gods would struggle to withstand. He had resigned himself to death, but unexpectedly, he now found himself conscious again. He understood then that at the last moment, some entity must have intervened to save him.

"Who?" Despite being no more than a white mass of brain matter, the King of Thunder could still speak. His thoughts immediately turned to the "glass vessel," something he was not unfamiliar with. In the past, it was always he who immersed others within it, never imagining that the day would come for him to be submerged inside.