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Chapter 683 - 683 681 Starlight Refugees

Chapter 683: Chapter 681: Starlight Refugees Chapter 683: Chapter 681: Starlight Refugees From the Sacred Unicorn Polly and the Nightmare Beast Senbula, Russell had understood the dual nature of the Power of Thunder, its dark side and its bright side.

And on this basis, he had mastered the Supreme Secret Technique: Sword of the Sun.

At that moment.

He also, through his perception of the Blizzard Volcano and the clear understanding of the fissures in Dragon Star, unleashed a sword strike that led to Silent Annihilation.

“The Sword of the Sun, where yin and yang nurture each other, is the ultimate form of magic power movement… The Sword of Yin, where all things are annihilated, is the ultimate form of magic power at rest… Both the Yin and Yang swords represent the strongest secret techniques in my swordsmanship.”

He shook the fine steel sword in his hand.

Only to realize the fine steel sword had already shattered inch by inch, quickly turning into powder and scattering with the wind.

“Ordinary weapons can no longer bear the power of secret technique swordsmanship… Fortunately, I have the Sword Butterfly Amber Spirit.” Russell invoked the Sword Butterfly Mark in his palm, instantly condensing a new silver longsword.

Standing at the edge of the fissure, he began practicing the swordsmanship secret techniques he had mastered by wielding the Meteor Butterfly Sword.

He had mastered the secret techniques of eight elemental powers, except for the Light Sword, all the other seven swordsmanship secret techniques.

Even the Dark Sword was quickly mastered after the manticore Tepp evolved into a Pseudo-Dragon. He had advanced the Thunder Sword to the Supreme Secret Technique: Sword of the Sun, and the Ice Sword to the Supreme Secret Technique: Sword of Yin.

“Next, I will go to the Light Elemental Volcano to master the Light Sword!”

Russell quickly left the Blizzard Volcano and headed to the Clear Sky Volcano, which belonged to the Clear Sky Dragon of the Clear Sky Dusk Kingdom.

The Clear Sky Dragon welcomed Russell’s arrival.

Russell sat cross-legged in its volcano, perceiving the power of the light element, while it secretly studied him, sensing the dignity of an Ancient Dragon Knight on him, trying to glimpse some Rule Power.

Three days later, Russell bid farewell to the Clear Sky Dragon.

He arrived at the Dawn Duchy and entered the Dawn Volcano of the Dawn Dragon, which was also a Light Elemental Dragon.

“Having His Majesty Russell visit, my Dawn Volcano truly shines brighter,” Duke Barkhand personally welcomed Russell and directly hosted a feast in the volcano, being the knight of the Dawn Dragon.

Another three days passed.

Russell appeared in the now-ruined Starlight Duchy, where the Volcanic Oasis had dwindled down to the size of a small Warm Enclave.

Repeated invasions by Frost Snow Giants had nearly wiped out all the refugees, with only a few lucky ones, through the Fairy Forest, joining the Dreamland Kingdom in the Amber Central Region, struggling to cultivate the primitive jungle.

Even Duke Nurchi of the Starlight Duchy had entered the Amber Dreamland through the Fairy Forest and could no longer return to this land.

At this moment, half of the Starlight Volcano had collapsed.

This was the scene after being ravaged by the Frost Snow Giants, with corpses everywhere. Corpses on the Snowfield had already transformed into Snow Ghosts, only around Starlight Volcano where some residual warmth still resisted the encroachment of the Snowfield.

Standing on the remaining half of the volcano, Russell looked into the distance.

He could see the destroyed palace, the cities leveled to the ground, with only a few scattered manors where humans still lived.

A squad of knights passing through seemed to be asking for food.

The serfs of the manor did not comply and were quickly slain by the knights, who then rushed to scour food from the granary.

“Is only chaos left here?”

Riding the Sacred Unicorn Polly, Russell flew directly to the raided manor, ready to execute these few knights.

Had he not seen it, it would have been one thing, but having seen the atrocity, he couldn’t ease his mind without killing these men.

However, as Russell descended from the sky, several knights stuffing food into bags instantly sensed danger. They glanced at each other, exchanged looks, and quickly came up with a plan to deceive Russell.

One of the knights, putting on a smile, approached Russell, “Sir, who has traveled far, this manor has already been abandoned. We just came to pick up some food.”

“Is killing necessary when picking up food?” Russell casually wielded the Meteor Butterfly Sword in his hand, “Although the Starlight Duchy has fallen and there’s no need to adhere to order anymore, but… a beating would have sufficed, why kill?”

With that, he lifted the Meteor Butterfly Sword, ready to kill.

The faint dragon’s might emanating from him instantly made the knights kneel uncontrollably.

The lead knight immediately cried out for mercy.

Russell did not give them a chance, swinging his sword, beheading, then looking towards the next Knight and beheading him in the same way.

The immense draconic pressure suppressed the Knights, leaving them without the ability to resist, unable to even conceive the thought of resistance.

However, driven by the fear of life and death, one of the Knights suddenly burst out screaming, “We kill, but isn’t Sir also killing? The Starlight Duchy is gone, and we’re all just abandoned people waiting to die, simply trying to survive!”

“Waiting to die?” Russell paused.

Seeing an opportunity, the Knight continued to shout, “Duke Nurchi fled, taking his followers with him, and the trade routes to other countries are cut off. Now, with each day colder than the last, living one more day is all we can do, killing is just a quicker release!”

“If there were hope to survive, who would want to kill at will!” another Knight yelled, “Sir obviously looks like a noble, all the noble lords of our Starlight Duchy ran away early, leaving only the lowly behind!”

“The ones who really deserve to be killed are those noble lords!” the Knights raged in despair.

Russell frowned.

With a sudden swing of his sword, the manor fell silent. He casually dispelled his Meteor Butterfly Sword, feeling listless.

“It’s the fault of the Frost Star invasion, not mine. How dare you yell at me? Moreover, indiscriminate killing is wrong no matter when it is; I might ignore it if I don’t see it, but I cannot disregard it once I do.”

He paused.

Looking at the bodies on the ground, Russell remarked, “I had planned to come here to contemplate the already dead Light Elemental Volcano, but now, I intend to settle here for a while and reorganize the survivors of the Volcanic Oasis.”

“I support you, Russell,” Polly responded softly.

Over the next several days, Russell personally toured the Volcanic Oasis, gathering all the survivors.

Then he established order, digging through the ruins on the Volcanic Oasis, searching for food, and organizing production.

Although it might completely lose its warmth in three to five years, at least the survivors would be safe during this time.

Half a month later.

At the end of April in the year 5588 of the Dragon Calendar, Russell flew up from the damaged Starlight Volcano, having successfully mastered the Light Sword.

“I will come back often, please remember, as long as the apocalypse has not arrived, you must all keep hope,” Russell told the tens of thousands of survivors below the Starlight Volcano, his voice resonant, “Live well here.”

“Sir, thank you for everything you have done for us Starlight Refugees. May we know your honored name?”

An old serf asked, his voice hoarse.

Russell nodded slightly, “I am Russell Amber Dream.”

“Ah, the King of the Dreamshadow Flame Kingdom!”

“The Ancient Giant Dragon Knight!”

“The chairman of the Amber Council!”

“The leader of humanity!”

The survivors of the Starlight Duchy, who had heard Russell’s name and stories to varying extents, witnessed the rebuilding of Thunder Sound Station here.

Russell even led them during this time to rebuild Thunder Sound Station and connect with the Amber Council, preparing to send a new group of Knights to help the survivors rebuild their homes and pass the final times.

Knowing Russell’s identity, the Starlight Refugees’ respect for him deepened and became more sincere.

The old serf said tremblingly, “It is our honor as Starlight Refugees that His Majesty Russell would see us through our final journey. Rest assured, Your Majesty, we will live well, keeping hope in our hearts until the day of the apocalypse comes.”

“As long as our homeland exists for one more day, we will farm it earnestly!”

“The Starlight Refugees will uphold His Majesty Russell’s will and live freely on this volcanic ruin.”

“Praise His Majesty Russell!”

“The Starlight Dragons no longer watch over this land, but His Majesty Russell’s glory will guide us to live well!”

“To His Majesty Russell, I offer my most sincere and humble respects, you are the true King, the king of all humanity!”

The Starlight Refugees made their promises to Russell.

“Well then, everyone, goodbye,” Russell, holding back his emotions, waved his hand, ready to leave.

But at that moment, a familiar, clear voice suddenly rang in his ear, sounding like a child speaking, “Russell, I’ve returned to the Dragon Sleep Continent, in this forest, I’ve felt the call of free will!”