Kindred Spirits
On the city wall, Di Yubing stood alone.
The sword hummed softly, Mana surged, and Wind Elements gathered as if by command, flowing along some mysterious and ancient trajectory.
Several flashes of cold light appeared, and an S-class flying Mutated Beast, which was serving as the vanguard, disintegrated and fell in mid-air.
Mana and ancient martial arts, otherworldly techniques and the Fortune of this world.
With its unparalleled power, the World Will has grasped the long-silent Martial Dao from history, combined them with otherworldly Mana and elements, and "calculated" a "new path".
Her progress is a miracle in itself, a blessing bestowed upon her by the entire world.
With each step, she wields her sword, guarding her lonely city.
The people in the city looked up at that figure, their eyes filled with a fanatical faith born from despair.
The cold wind blew her clothes and long hair, but it couldn't dispel the icy determination in her eyes.
Determined...?
The Wind Element intimately coiled around her fingertips, Mana flowed gently through her body, and all things in heaven and earth conveyed a rare affinity to her.
Di Yubing closed her eyes slightly.
A sword may be sharp enough to slay a hundred beasts, a thousand beasts, but could it possibly slay a million, ten million?
A wave of weariness washed over me.
This is... the weight of Heavenly Mandate?
The Beast Tide is approaching, and countless lives are lost.
Heavenly Mandate calls for the sword, the imperial daughter guards the city.
News of the Beast Tide approaching the southeastern front reached the Imperial Capital through the still-intact communication network, but it did not cause panic. Instead, it seemed to inject a final dose of excitement into a Doomsday party that had already begun.
Inside the hall, the lights were eerie, and the strings and pipes played out-of-tune notes, a mixture of decadent music and unrestrained behavior.
Fine wines and delicacies were served in a continuous stream, and the nobles and ministers, disheveled and dissolute, seemed to be burning out the last desires of their lives at this moment.
"Report! Urgent report from the eastern front! The vanguard of the Beast Tide has breached the third river valley and will surely reach the Hudu by tomorrow afternoon!"
The messenger entered the palace, looked at the absurd scene, and Jingjing knelt on the ground, delivering a battle report that no one cared about.
"Excellent! Excellent! You've come at the perfect time!" The emperor, naked, danced wildly as if possessed. "A generous reward awaits!"
Upon hearing this, a drunken minister staggered to his feet, drew his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, easily severed the messenger's head as if cutting butter, then presented it to the emperor.
The emperor accepted it with a smile.
"Your Majesty, a giant beast has landed in the sea!"
At this moment, a minister received a message and called out to the emperor, who was clutching his head and walking out of the palace.
The Ocean... and the Ocean!
So there are Mutated Beasts in the sea too... How strong are they? How many are there?
How powerful would those already enormous animals become after mutation?
What terrifying beings lurk within that endless Abyss?
The ruthless Beast Tides on land that swept away billions of lives were merely an appetizer...
Ha ha...
"Good intelligence! Reward me!" The emperor did not turn around.
The minister's head fell to the ground, bearing a strange and relieved smile.
The feast of blood and wine continues...
When the music ended, the emperor, naked, stepped out of the palace gate and gazed at the gloomy sky for a moment.
Suddenly, he let out a loud, hoarse cry, strained to his last breath:
"The Zichen Hall collapsed, blood rained down; skulls were dissected to serve wine at a banquet for the assembled officials; laughing, I ask you, are your bones full? This lonely city is now a grave upon a grave!"
As if in response to his madness, an indescribable, terrifying gaze from another continent, seemingly piercing through time and space, indifferently fell upon this place.
A twisted giant tree that has pierced into space, an endless carpet of fungi Spread the poles, a giant spider of flesh chasing the Sun...
Top floor of the Superpower Management Bureau headquarters.
The large screen clearly displayed a terrifying real-time situation map of the Central Plains. The scarlet area representing the Beast Tide was frantically devouring the green area representing safety. The Hudu was like a small boat in the Ocean about to be swallowed up.
The great savior, the strongest among mankind, the pioneer who protects all living beings, the torchbearer of hope, the dream of countless young girls... -- Mr. Dongli Cang is deeply concerned about the Future of humanity.
He was nestled in a soft sofa, with two stunningly beautiful women, their clothes half-undone, in his arms.
One of them was feeding him peeled grapes with her slender fingers, while the other was whispering and laughing softly in his ear.
"Director, things seem quite dangerous over at Hudu... aren't you going to take a look?" A subordinate asked cautiously, his head bowed, his voice trembling slightly.
"I'm busy."
"Then... send troops to provide support..."
"Preserve our strength; I have my own plans for Hudu."
"Can..."
"Go down."
Dongli Cang waved his hand impatiently.
The subordinate shuddered and silently withdrew, only relaxing after walking a considerable distance from the headquarters building.
"What kind of game is this? They act all high and mighty like they're some big shot."
If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; if the tall ones don't care, then the short ones like him can't care either.
Thinking of the days when he was under Dongli Cang's command, living in constant fear and always getting into trouble, a surge of anger rose within him.
He licked his lips, straightened his clothes, and walked towards a certain area.
"It's time to have some fun and thank our savior..."
Upon reaching the entrance of a heavily guarded and secluded villa area, he saw a portly guard arguing with a well-dressed, anxious middle-aged couple.
"Why can't I go in? My daughter is inside!"
The fat gatekeeper, hands on his hips, declared matter-of-factly, "No entry means no entry. This is where the bureau chief's wives live; unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!"
The subordinate glanced at the sprawling, exquisite villa complex within the courtyard, numbering no less than three hundred. It was said that the Savior's more than two hundred confidantes lived there, and the number was still growing.
He shook his head.
The middle-aged couple, their faces flushed with anger, were engaged in a verbal battle with the fat man.
Just then, a burly man with dark skin swaggered past, not even glancing at the guards, and pushed open the side door and went inside.
The subordinates and the middle-aged couple were all dumbfounded.
"Him! He! You allow that person in! But not the parents?"
"What are you yelling about? What do you know? They're here to learn. Our race is almost extinct; what's wrong with being eager to learn?"
The fat man waved his hand impatiently.
"You're finished! You let them in, I'm going to report you!"
The middle-aged man was so angry that his hands trembled.
"Go ahead and sue me. If you can get it to court, I'll admit defeat." The guard retorted defiantly.
After waiting a while, the subordinate saw the fat man send the middle-aged couple away before he went forward.
The portly guard saw the couple off, then turned and saw his subordinate. A familiar smile immediately spread across his face, "Oh? Brother, you're here again today?"
"Ugh, I've been holding in so much anger, let's relax."
The subordinate wanted to ask about what had happened earlier, but ultimately refrained.
Don't get involved in their plans; just focus on doing your own job well.
"Got it! Building 27 in Block B just became available, go quickly."
The subordinate nodded, eagerly stepping into that haven of tenderness, his heart filled with a twisted and vengeful pleasure.
Hey everyone, today we've become kindred spirits with the Savior!