Yan Lindong had finished new recruit training. Because a death tide was incoming, all new recruits had to take the field as well, though they would only stand in the very last row, mainly to experience real combat...
Like everyone else, he packed his few belongings—really, just his weapon. The barracks-issued rune weapon was the same spear Zhou Heng had seen in the hands of the guards when he first arrived in the Dragon Domain. The weapon itself could only be called sturdy, but its spearhead carried rune power bestowed by a high-level Black Hole Level expert. Before that power ran out, anyone pierced by the spearhead would be severely wounded even if they did not die!
This was a deadly weapon for killing the undead; after all, activating runes was enormously draining!
If one earned enough military merit, one could even have other, more suitable rune weapons custom-made, such as swords, sabers, or even bows!
Yan Lindong stood in formation with the others, spear in hand. At this time, the Ninth Squad had already set out. More than thirty people swiftly vanished into the mist of the Demon Sea, disappearing from sight.
Go die!
He said inwardly, a sinister sneer appearing on his face.
This was a trap, arranged through his grandfather, who served as the fourth deputy general under the seventh great general of the Southwest Military Department...
The death tide was, of course, real. No one would dare send out such false information. But the key was that one tiny piece of information had been issued incorrectly—the route of the death tide!
The Ninth Squad was rushing to provide support, so naturally they would take the shortest route: straight through the Demon Sea. Yet before reaching their destination, they would collide head-on with the army of the