Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 553: Counterattack (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Counterattack (Please Subscribe)

Seven Luminaries Heaven.

Kaleston, during the war, a comprehensive rationing system had been laid out, and many shops on the streets were shut down, leaving an unusually deserted scene.

Of course, for the members of the upper class, they didn’t need those rations to get by in the first place.

The suffering of the common people was even less relevant to them.

According to Zhong Shenxiu’s observations, after the enactment of the rationing system, the invitations to social events he received hadn’t lessened in the slightest.

And wherever he went, he could see opulently decorated halls, impeccably dressed musicians, and food piled up like small mountains.

Many hosts were eager to have guests taste the delicacies prepared by their private chefs and to offer their valuable perspectives.

The Mojito family was also doing quite well.

Not to mention that they had already stockpiled a large amount of supplies, even on the black market, as long as one was willing to spend gold pounds, many high-end items could be purchased.

It was said that the kingdom’s Minister of Logistics was the largest stakeholder in the black market, so some precious supplies, even if not available to the frontline troops, were definitely available to those in the rear.

"Master, Mr. Kerry has come to visit."

The personal servant Johan knocked and entered, bowing as he spoke.

"Please ask him to wait for me in the living room."

Zhong Shenxiu thought for a moment, set down the newspaper, and replied offhandedly.

In the newspaper, there were still various articles advocating the Eastern war, but he felt the public was starting to grow weary.

And it was clear that the members of parliament saw this too, and were accelerating the introduction of the "Residential Property Act".

It must be said that the absence of key figures did have some impact, even if it was just for a few months.

Zhong Shenxiu went to the living room and saw that Kerry was already waiting.

"Good day, Mr. Li Wei."

Kerry stood up with a smile, but Zhong Shenxiu noted that the plate of snacks beside him had been emptied, the small cakes and cookies on it had vanished without a trace.

"Good day, Kerry, it’s been half a month since we last met, hasn’t it?"

Zhong Shenxiu casually sat down and sipped some coffee, "What brings you here today?"

"Well, I know you’ve always been very interested in ancient history. I recently joined a very high-level gathering, um, convened by Prince Emmel, and I recorded some of the contents down, which I would like to share with you."

Kerry said quite generously.

"That’s exactly what I need."

Zhong Shenxiu took the manuscript and, seeing the symbols of the old gods on it, couldn’t help but smile.

"Besides, Prince Emmel wants to hold a charity dinner, inviting all the nobles and merchants to discuss together the issues of increasing relief points, and extending the distribution time and quantity of food."

As Kerry spoke, he solemnly handed over an invitation.

Zhong Shenxiu took the gilt invitation and smiled, "I will definitely attend, thank you..."

At that moment, he seemed to sense something, his expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to press against his brow.

"What’s the matter?"

Kerry asked perceptively, as the inspiration of a Spirit Child was quite high.

"It’s nothing, just suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable."

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand dismissively, and the butler Old Brown immediately escorted the guest out politely.

Waving the servant away, Zhong Shenxiu held his cup of coffee, muttering in a voice only he could hear, "This feeling... has the tribulation finally begun?"

Having incarnated to that world for some time, there had previously been no feedback at all, which almost led him to believe that one had to experience a complete world cycle for it to be considered a trial.

And now, at last, there was a hint of the aura that could provoke a catastrophe.

Although it was impossible to predict the outcome, it had at least begun; this was a very good sign.

This caused his aura to undergo some inexplicable changes in an instant. His Primordial Spirit emerged momentarily, resonating with heaven and earth; yet it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Not far away, Johan, who had recently advanced to the level of Qi Refiner, looked around with some confusion. He only felt that Mr. Li Wei’s silhouette seemed so tranquil and distant...

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Fufeng Protector Mansion. _{freew\e bnovel.com}

The Clement Kingdom boasted thirteen standing legions.

Ever since the annihilation of the Lightning Corps here, the country had been transporting troops via steam trains to this location.

By now, they had already brought five corps: ’Giants’, ’Spear Throwers’, ’Red Scorpions’, ’Black Death God’, and ’Battle Axe’. The troops had even made breakthroughs at one point into Luo State, capturing Luo State City.

Luo State City had been on high alert, with armies converging, but that was nothing significant. The four great legions had still breached it, and their Guardian, a cultivator proclaimed to be a Qi Refiner at the level of Primordial Pill, had already been slain by the Dragon Knight Gale in front of tens of thousands of troops.

Fufeng City.

Since the Protector Mansion was no longer the main battlefield, only the ’Giants’ corps was stationed here, making the soldiers appear relatively relaxed.

"This is the architecture of the East; indeed, it’s filled with a classic style that is absolutely captivating..."

Arnold, with a rifle slung over his shoulder, walked past building after building, barely able to take his eyes off them.

"Ha ha... Young Arnold really likes this place, huh? I’ve heard that this was once the territory of the Felix Family. After the ancient Eastern Empire collapsed, a descendant of the Medici Family came here, established the Earl’s Country, only to lose it to the Second Empire due to the barrier of the Black Fog. Such a pity..."

An old soldier with a wine-red nose sighed with a hint of emotion.

"I heard that the kingdom will soon pass a ’Homestead Act’, encouraging immigration to the east, and there’s a substantial reward for settling veterans..."

Arnold spoke up.

He was originally just a son of a small town citizen, who had studied for a few years, hoping to be admitted to an architectural university.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed, and then, war broke out...

Now looking back, if he could obtain a large amount of fertile land here and become a farmer, that didn’t seem like a bad choice either.

It was just then that they suddenly heard the urgent sound of a whistle.

Their superior officer, blowing the whistle, was now saying in a grave tone, "Emergency mission. We need to get to the city walls for defense preparation immediately, ready to repel enemy attacks."

"Sir, how could there possibly be enemies here?"

The rosacea-nosed old soldier chuckled nervously as though comforting himself, yet also seemingly fearful of something.

"The news from the front lines is that the enemy, disregarding international treaties, has sent a large number of high-tier extraordinary fighters into the battle and has even launched surprise attacks on our front-line troops... But this will not defeat us. Only that a small force has reached our rearguard. We must organize a second defense line to deal with any skirmish squads that have slipped past our four main legions. For the glory of the Giants! Destroy them!"

The officer answered with stirring rhetoric.

Naturally, this was a one-sided view, and the high-tier extraordinary warriors of the West were not without resistance, but these were beyond what a mere junior officer could know.

Arnold’s head spun with dizziness, and he was filled with fear.

He was still a greenhorn who had never seen blood, yet now he was headed to the battlefield!

Half an hour later.

On the city wall, Arnold, clutching his rifle, heard a shrill alarm: "The enemy has appeared!"

In his line of sight, many black dots began to emerge slowly, getting closer and closer.

His mouth suddenly gaped open, his pupils involuntarily contracting, and in his voice was a crying tone: "Lord of the Gates... I want to go home..."

Before Arnold’s eyes, a multitude of limbless, broken zombies appeared.

They were dressed in the uniforms of the ’Spear Throwers’, ’Red Scorpions’, ’Black Death God’, and ’Battle Axe’ legions, with rigid facial expressions. Already dead, they were now moving with difficulty towards the city...