Starshine Floating City: Grand Duke Guangyuan! Third Update!

Starshine Floating City.

Duke Roriel, the 'Undead Guardian'; Duke Toinby, the 'Absolute Judgment'; Duke Doyle, the 'Master of Alchemy and Potion'; and Duke Blake, the 'Enlightener', all gathered together.

Next.

A monk performed a ritual, illuminating six different scenes—

In the boundless swamp, countless abyssal creatures galloped. They flattened hills and swept through jungles with earth-shattering force. After crossing the swamp, they split into five groups.

First Route.

Ugly yet powerful trolls, in hordes and wielding clubs and crossbows, charged headlong toward the land of fire.

Towering mountains blocked the way.

A human, clad in a fiery red robe and wielding a staff, stood at the forefront, commanding human warriors and mages. A fierce battle ensued as they clashed with the trolls.

Route 2.

The Ironridge Dwarves, their blood burning with flames, brandished their weapons and howled as they charged into the howling valley.

Cliffs and precipices, natural barriers.

The centaur race has taken up residence here, manipulating the gales to strike the Ironridge Dwarves head-on. Gale winds collide with flesh and blood, blades clash with hammers, and mountains crumble and the earth splits.

The third route.

The undead army was silent. Bone dragons, skeletons, ghouls, and death knights walked the earth in complete stillness, unleashing their carnage.

The Dongquan Forest is chilly, with its watchtower standing tall.

Night elves roam the darkness, relying on potions and magical artifacts to strike silently. Suddenly, Scattered Adept Blazing Fire erupt; suddenly, cold rain falls. They enact a magnificent chapter in the life of assassins.

Fourth Route.

Led by the Dreadlord, surrounded by a swarm of putrid bees, dozens of powerful abyssal Devil Creature roared and shattered mountains and rivers behind and beside him.

Radiant Land, bathed in holy light.

Thousands of the Winged Clan soared through the sky, chanting in the air. Rays of holy light rained down, banishing all darkness and evil. The Demon King of Dread roared, and hellfire swept across the heavens, burning the Winged Clan as they desperately tried to evade.

Fifth Route.

Led by the Blackflame Fox, powerful Devil Creature such as the Hell Illusion Fox, the Goat Demon, and the Hellhound followed closely behind. A storm swept through, and evil permeated the air.

The lake water was crystal clear, and the echoes lingered.

The 'Echo Lord,' stationed at Echo Lake, led a group of gray elves, opening the gates wide to welcome Blackflame Fox and the others into Echo Lake. They advanced rapidly, then dispersed in all directions, intending to launch a pincer attack from both inside and outside, assisting the other four groups in breaking through the barriers and entering the pass.

Slaughter filled the air.

The situation is not optimistic.

"The Echo Lord led the Gray Elf Clan a rebellion and defected to Augustine!"

Duke Doyle frowned.

Originally, the Fadir Marsh served as a boundary, with five perilous passes acting as checkpoints, enough to keep the Thorn Duke's abyssal army out. However, with the death of Duke Saya and the purge of the Gray Elf Clan, they had not yet had time to deal with the Gray Elf Clan stationed at Echo Lake.

A great war broke out.

The Grey Elf army of Echo Lake has already defected.

"Hateful!"

"Have the Gray Elf Clan forgotten that when they were persecuted by the Abyss Devil Creature and their homes were destroyed, it was Starshine Floating City that took them in?!"

Toinby brandished his Judgment Blade, his face contorted with rage.

The Duke of Toinby had not tasted the feeling of being deceived and betrayed by a trusted companion in a long time.

Complaining is useless.

Duke Roriel was the most composed. "Echo Lake has fallen, and the Abyss army has entered from here. Firewing Pass, Winterfountain Watchtower, Riftwind Valley, and Radiant Scar are all under threat. We must send reinforcements immediately."

Once all five checkpoints are breached, Starshine Floating City will face the fiercest attack from the abyss army of the Thorn Grand Rift.

At that time.

Homes are being torn apart.

Countless people died in the war.

Duke Roriel couldn't bear it; defending against external enemies was the most important thing at the moment.

"But."

"Who knows, the reinforcements we sent might not be a second Echo Valley garrison?"

Duke Blake's gaze was fixed on the image of Echo Lake, and he spoke softly.

The temperature inside the main hall plummeted.

Duke Roriel remained silent.

The Duke of Toinby remained silent.

Duke Doyle remained silent.

Yes.

Even Duke Saya, one of the five supreme council members, has betrayed them. Even the Gray Elf Clan, whose homeland was destroyed by the Abyss Devil Creature and who were taken in by the Starshine Floating City, has betrayed them.

In the entire Starshine Floating City, which army can truly be trusted?

War is not terrible.

What's frightening is that once suspicion and distrust are sown within, the enemy can dismantle the vast Starshine Floating City from within without firing a single shot.

Thrown into an abyss.

Blake looked up, his gaze falling on Duke Doyle. Doyle looked up, meeting Blake's eyes, his brow furrowing slightly, unable to decipher the meaning in Blake's gaze for a moment.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw—

The Radiant Scar.

The Winged Clan was unable to resist the Dreadlord and suffered repeated defeats, with many Winged Clan warriors and mages being killed in a brutal and devastating battle. However, just as the Dreadlord and his abyssal Devil Creature were launching their relentless attack, they suddenly stopped.

Roar.

Then he turned tail and ran away, instantly retreating from the Radiant Scar.

Winterfountain Watchtower.

The undead army advanced relentlessly. Night elves, moving through the darkness, were easily shoved out of the shadows and killed instantly upon engaging. But just as the undead army continued its advance, it suddenly halted.

A silent roar.

Then they turned tail and ran, instantly retreating from the Dongquan Watchtower.

Riftwind Valley.

Firewing Pass.

Including Echo Lake.

The Ironridge Dwarves, trolls, Blackflame Fox, and the traitorous Echo Lake garrison all stopped in their tracks and turned tail and ran.

Fadir Marsh.

The countless abyssal creatures retreated back into the depths of the swamp at a much faster pace than they had come. They crossed the swamp and continued their journey westward.

Starshine Floating City.

Inside the main hall.

The four dukes— Roriel, Toinby, Doyle, and Blake —were all filled with doubt, some with wide eyes and others with furrowed brows.

"Augustine— "

"What kind of conspiracy are they plotting now!"

Duke Toinby's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly.

Doyle and Blake exchanged glances.

One doubt, one alertness.

Duke Roriel's eyes gleamed with wisdom as he looked towards the distant west, "The Thorn Grand Rift!"

The Thorn Grand Rift.

Lu Qingfeng was dressed in a green Daoist robe, holding an eight-story palace in his left hand and a scroll of Cinnabar Edict Iron Writ in his right.

Around the body.

The Zhurong Demon God controlled twelve Dutian Blazing Fire Divine Banners, setting up the Dutian Blazing Fire Immortal Formation, which swept across all directions, illuminating the pitch-black Thorn Grand Rift with its blazing light, returning it to daylight.

The Jumang Demon God wielded the Azurewood King Cauldron, and the surrounding vines and vegetation grew wildly as if encountering a monarch of wood. Like mowing grass, they harvested countless returning abyssal Devil Creature.

The Gonggong Demon God, with Black Dragon under his feet and a green python in his hand, stirred up tons of Blackwater in the Great Rift Valley, brewing boundless terror.

The Qiangliang Demon God unleashed his thunder. His majestic power ripped through the sky, shattering darkness and evil.

Seventy-two Dutian Ghost Generals charged in.

A powerful and influential figure.

Three thousand six hundred Dark Nether Yin Soldiers stood in formation.

Unrivaled and invincible.

Lu Qingfeng remained motionless, standing in the center.

With its left hand, the Eight-Scenery Tower gathers layer upon layer of abyssal Devil Creature, while with its right hand Dutian Dark Nether Strategies, like a dragon drinking water, captures the bodies and souls of all the abyssal creatures that have been blasted to death in the sky and on the ground. The Dutian Creation Pool roars into operation, transforming into endless Dutian Qi, providing a continuous source of power for the Yin Soldier and Ghost General.

One person, one effort.

They firmly occupied the Thorn Grand Rift, and the armies of the Abyss returned, falling into Lu Qingfeng's hands. Some were imprisoned, and others were used as provisions.

"Sky!"

The four dukes of Starshine Floating City arrived together, only to witness this scene—

Green-robed monk!

Bloodshed in the Thorn Grand Rift!

"This--"

"This is Augustine's lair, where countless abyssal Devil Creature hide deep within the Great Rift. It is covered with Wicked Thorns, and any warrior or mage from the opposing faction who enters will be entangled by the thorns, and their body and soul will be devoured."

"How could someone have beaten us up to this point!?"

Duke Toinby looked at the Thorn Grand Rift, where slaughter and bloodshed were taking place, and felt as if the world had been completely turned upside down.

Augustine, who had suppressed the Starshine Floating City for thousands of years and was considered a strong contender for the position of Lord of the First Layer of the Abyss, had his long-established lair, which he had cultivated for thousands of years, slaughtered in this way.

It wasn't just the Duke of Toinby.

Roriel, Doyle, Blake were equally incredulous.

"That is—"

"Baron Guangyuan of the Watchers' Nest?!"

Duke Roriel looked at the strange 'mage' wielding the two great 'magical artifacts'. Seeing the familiar robes on his body, for some reason, he immediately thought of the newly promoted human lord who had just survived the divine punishment a few days ago and subdued the Purple-Eyed Bone Dragon with the strange magical artifacts.

Only.

Having just survived the divine punishment and become a lord, his strength is at most at the viscount level. Only with that strange magical artifact in hand and under certain conditions can he subdue the Purple-Eyed Bone Dragon.

Where would they possibly have the ability to massacre the Thorn Grand Rift?!

Duke Roriel shook his head inwardly, dismissing the absurd idea.

However.

When the man in the green robe turned around, a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar appeared in Duke Roriel's eyes. His heart was filled with shock, which he could no longer suppress.

"It's him!"

"It was him?"

"It's him?!"

"Baron Guangyuan!"

The four dukes exclaimed in unison, stunned and speechless.

Lu Qingfeng turned around and looked at the four people approaching from a distance. He knew their identities from Difu's memories. With a smile on his face, he nodded slightly to the four people, "This humble Guangyuan greets the four fellow Daoists from Starshine Floating City."

"Starshine Floating City, Roriel".

"Starshine Floating City Toinby".

"Starshine Floating City Doyle".

"Starshine Floating City Blake".

At the summit of the Thorn Grand Rift, the four dukes stood facing Lu Qingfeng, introducing themselves with respectful attitudes.

Whether it was Lu Qingfeng's formidable strength or his act of destroying Augustine's lair, it was enough to earn their deepest respect and gratitude.

"Starshine Floating City has protected this region, Merit. The four dukes are renowned, and I have long admired them." Lu Qingfeng looked at the four and smiled.

"Guangyuan... Grand Duke Guangyuan".

Duke Doyle looked at Lu Qingfeng, paused, and finally addressed him as 'Grand Duke'.

To be able to disregard Augustine's intimidation and so recklessly sweep through the Thorn Grand Rift, one's strength is probably no less than that of the top dukes.

He deserves the title of "Grand Duke Guangyuan".

When Lu Qingfeng heard this extremely rare duke-level expert from the Dark Elf race in the First Layer of the Abyss speak, he smiled inwardly.

Just a few days ago, this person sent one of his most capable subordinates to the Watchers' Nest to "invite" him for a meeting.

He was almost outmaneuvered by Duke Saya without even realizing it.

Now, facing him directly, he showed no embarrassment, and didn't even mention Difu. Instead, he looked around curiously and asked, "The Thorn Grand Rift is Augustine's lair. Augustine is evil and cunning. I wonder where he has gone?"

Where did they go?

A look of surprise crossed Lu Qingfeng's face.

"It's rare for Augustine to be away from his stronghold. This attack by the Grand Duke Guangyuan will surely make him so angry he'll vomit blood when he returns!"

"I really want to see Augustine get furious; it would be quite a sight."

Duke Doyle spoke, his words carrying a rare hint of flattery.

"Ha ha!"

"That will disappoint Duke Doyle."

Lu Qingfeng immediately understood Doyle's meaning and burst into laughter. Seeing the puzzled expressions on Doyle's and the other three dukes' faces, he waved his hand, and a phantom figure landed in the air from the Eight-Scenery Tower.

He had silver hair and eyes, a square face, and wore a black robe.

Its body was extremely ethereal, and its pair of silver eyes were filled with terror, swaying in the air as if it were about to disappear at any moment.

When Doyle and the other three saw this, they felt as if their breath had stopped.

Duke Toinby pointed at the illusory spirits in the air and cried out in disbelief—

"Augustine!"

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