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Chapter 809 - 450: Immortal Will, Charging into the Fray (5.6K Votes for Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 809: Chapter 450: Immortal Will, Charging into the Fray (5.6K Votes for Monthly Ticket)_3

Stare——

Little Illusion’s eyes turned into crescents.

She was about to mention something cheerful when her expression suddenly changed, "Master, we have a situation!"

She pulled up a screen showing the perspective of a Junior Apostle stationed abroad.

The location was the Great Oasis’s Torrent Port.

Outside the Torrent Port, the sky was dusky, with several black rivers rolling in, each carrying millions, tens of millions of Mysterious Evils.

Fierce heads emerged from the water, swarming and pressing menacingly against each other.

The protective rituals of Torrent Port were activated instantly.

This place was the gateway to the Shuiman Country, which, as the name suggests, one must pass through to truly enter the territory of the Shuiman Country.

And as a gateway city, Torrent Port was not only the most bustling metropolis of the Shuiman Country but also had first-class defensive conditions. The garrison stationed here, the rituals laid out in this city, were second only to the capital of the Shuiman Country.

The great magic array rumbled to life, countless water streams swirling around, converging to form one river after another.

The deep blue rivers collided with the black rivers, and the entire world seemed to be left with just two colors.

Inside was blue, outside, black.

The rivers were at a stalemate for now, but soon enough, terrifying Demigods traversed space to arrive, forcefully striking the ritual arrays.

Rumble——

The earth shook, mountains trembled, rivers overturned.

Torrent Port was like a ship in the huge waves, swaying to maintain balance.

Despite this, calamity and filth rained down.

The vegetation in Torrent Port swiftly withered.

Several floating Demigods cackled in the air, one of them stretching out a finger and tracing a circuitous route pointing into the distance, on the fingertip, a black light the size of a rice grain condensed, as if collapsing a space.

This direction was not aimed at Torrent Port but targeted a plain, unremarkable Great Oasis thousands of kilometers away, outside the Shuiman Country’s border.

The black grain of rice fell.

Endless black radiance burst forth, inch by inch tearing and devouring the earth, forming an overturned black bowl that covered the city above this Great Oasis.

"Life is so fragile."

The Demigod sighed, a look of intoxicated obsession emerging, as the fingertip slowly gathered a second collapsed rice grain of black light.

"Take it easy," another Demigod said, "These humans are precious sustenance; killing them like this would be wasteful. At the very least, we should extract their souls and cast them into the endless Nether River."

"Yet, throwing these weed-like humans into the endless Nether River, granting them another form of revival, is too much of a blessing for them."

"Being precious sustenance, contributing an insignificant power to the great overlord’s Awakening, is an honor for them."

"Yes, if it weren’t necessary to keep useful bodies, I would also like to offer up my body and soul to celebrate the overlord’s Awakening."

"Humans are too ignorant of their blessings."

Inside Torrent Port, the faces of the defending mythological beings turned pale and red.

And they felt incredibly wronged.

Why was their Shuiman Country the one to suffer? They, the Shuiman Country, hadn’t exerted much effort; why not go after the Firelight Academy, or the Yun Tu Nation or Red Sand Nation! Why target their Shuiman Country!

"Sir, reinforcements from various countries are on their way. Vice Dean Liu Feng from Firelight Academy has indicated they’ll be here soon, and he’s bringing over a dozen mythological beings to reinforce us."

The defending mythological beings’ expressions instantly cleared.

The Firelight Academy was reliable; they truly could hold the fort in times of need!

...

Fang You didn’t just instruct Liu Feng to go; he also dispatched Zhou Bao.

The organization’s only two constant-state Demigods were rushing to the battlefield.

The other mythological beings were also speeding towards the Great Domain of Yunhui, each one of them to the source of a different disaster.

There were not many powerful beings left to guard the Firelight Academy.

The only one capable of holding his own was Black Blade, and if necessary, he was prepared to call on Citina and other figures such as Xing Jing Lei.

As for Fang You himself, he had to suppress his eagerness to join the fight.

His unconventional power was limited overall and had to be reserved for the most critical moments; using his trump card against ordinary enemies was a bad idea if it left him powerless when faced with a true crisis.

His conventional powers were not bad either.

But to ensure he retained his ultimate fighting strength, Teacher Fang had to maintain himself in peak condition at all times.

He nurtured a faith-based power in his chest, viscous like liquid.

Suddenly,

he raised his head sharply, and his golden pupils saw the end of the sky outside the academy, where a black river was rolling in.

The Emberfire Academy didn’t actually fear an enemy siege much.

The foundation of the academy was borrowed from the trial grounds of the Candela Empire and had been reconstructed. Its defensive power was not invincible, but it was certainly extraordinarily formidable. Moreover, the academy could always escape into space for a strategic shift, hence, it had both the ability to withstand and to flee - two critical conditions for survival.

However, at the moment, outside the academy, countless humans remained.

Within the building cluster known as the market but actually a small town, people looked around in panic, their bodies and minds trembling.

The Dark River surged, striking the outspread white canopy overhead, emitting a hissing noise.

From within the Dark River emerged hundreds of thousands, no, millions of Mysterious Evils, screeching and roaring as they threw themselves upon the white canopy. Though often with a sizzle, these Mysterious Evils that clung to the canopy turned to ash, the remaining ones showed not the slightest hesitation, falling in succession, continuously draining the energy of the Pure Sky Canopy.

"Continuing at this rate, the Pure Sky Canopy can last at most half an hour,"

Miss Ruo said.

"That quickly?" Fang You was surprised.

"If only Demigod Realm attacks were to happen, relying on the trial grounds, the Pure Sky Canopy could last a long time. However, to protect the humans outside, we expanded the coverage of the Pure Sky Canopy by a hundredfold, and the canopy is continuously under attack from the Evil Tide,"

Ruo added, "There are too many Mysterious Evils."

Individually they were quite weak, but they still slowly drained the canopy’s energy. Yet when they gathered in the hundreds of thousands and millions, the consumption they brought to the Pure Sky Canopy was much greater than that of mythical Demigods!

At this time, some academy-mythicals made their move; however, most of their attacks were intercepted by the Evil God’s underlings.

The attacks that did fall into the Evil Tide merely caused a little splash.

Against the super Evil Tide numbering in the tens of millions, the effect was minimal.

Inside the market, Awakeners were still panicking, some wanted to rely on the canopy to fight back, some were shaking and cowering, others were wailing in despair.

It was chaos everywhere, leaving even those Awakeners who wanted to desperately fight a struggle to find any opportunity.

At that moment, a cold, firm voice rang out, echoing above the market.

"All Awakeners, heed the command."

A black figure appeared in the sky, standing at the foremost edge of the barrier canopy.

Black battle dress, black face mask, black battle blade.

It was the academy’s Chief Instructor Black Blade, holding a position in rank only beneath the dean and vice-dean, a person of professor-level significance!

However, amidst the chaos, only a few Awakeners noticed Black Blade’s figure.

But all humans heard Black Blade’s voice.

It brooked no argument.

The quivering, despairing Awakeners, as though reverting back to their childhood, were facing stern elders, teachers. The memories within their souls were awakened; they dared not oppose, their bodies instinctively sprang into action.

Silent!

In formation!

Ready for battle!

Between heaven and earth, aside from the roar of the Mysterious Evils and the thunder of energy, there was only the icy voice of Chief Instructor Black Blade.

It was not loud, but it was clear in every person’s ears.

The Immortal Formation spread from behind Black Blade, the august military spirits rushing to the battlefield alongside the General.

But at this moment, the departed Immortal Heroic Spirits, together with the present-day unyielding warriors, confronted the darkness.

"Fight!"

The Immortal Legion stepped out of the canopy.

General Black Blade charged forward, sacrificing himself.

Fearless Heroic Spirits closely followed the mountainous silhouette.

Unyielding warriors’ hearts resounded with the anthem of hot blood.

"Fight!"

Colossal visages of Demigods soared out thousands of meters high, striking the earth to carve ravines and chasms.

Tens, hundreds of thousands of warriors swung their blades together.

A blood-red radiance soared to the sky; the Immortal Formation smashed into the vast black tide, tearing open a bloodied path.

For a moment, the black tide thinned out, leaving only the relentless, unfaltering crimson legion advancing inexorably.