A Hundred Thousand Armored Soldiers Welcomed the Heavenly Dragon's Return!

However, upon hearing these words, Yue Xiaofei's previously tense body suddenly relaxed.

If there is a way to save my sister.

Even if it meant tearing the sky apart, he wouldn't flinch.

Yue Xiaofei slowly raised his head, and a cold, cruel smile appeared on his young, resolute face.

He gripped the Black-Gold Hongming Blade at his waist with his other hand, gently pushing open the guard with his thumb to reveal a section of the blade as black as ink jade.

"The blood of the heart, is it?"

Yue Xiaofei's voice was surprisingly calm, but every word he uttered struck the icy plain like a heavy hammer blow.

"Western Europe has twelve Apostle, Northern Europe has the Ragnarok Council, Olympus has the Divine King Hall... In total, they have quite a few Divine Agent."

Yue Xiaofei turned to look at Yue Feng. The two brothers' eyes met in the air, both equally bloodthirsty and equally lawless.

"Brother, there aren't enough for me to kill."

Yue Feng was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with joy and unrestrained abandon.

"Hahaha! Good! One isn't enough to kill!"

Yue Feng slapped Yue Xiaofei hard on the back.

"The contingency plan my mother left behind was to have us, the men of the Yue Family, take up arms and seize! What about the gods? If mortals don't submit, even the gods will have to kneel down and bleed before us!"

In the distant crater, Reynold, who had just regained some consciousness, was so frightened by the conversation between the two brothers that he convulsed violently, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

Madman!

These two men from the Yue Family are not human; they are a group of madmen who treat gods as prey!

"Let's go, Xiaofei."

Yue Feng slung the Black Greatsword over his shoulder, grabbed Reynold, who was lying in the deep pit like a rag doll, and dragged him behind him like a dead dog.

"It's time to go back. I've been asleep for five years; it's time for the outside world to remember my name again."

The two brothers walked side by side, stepping over the remains of Northern Europe Berserker scattered on the ground, heading towards the top of Changbai Mountain Heavenly Pool.

Li Jiahao and Ning Hongye exchanged a glance and silently followed behind.

At the summit of Changbai Mountain, biting winds and snow are howling and swirling.

At the edge of the frozen Heavenly Pool, tens of thousands of heavily armored soldiers were already lined up, waiting for their king to return.

At the summit of Changbai Mountain, heavy snow blanketed the ground.

In the extreme cold of minus forty degrees Celsius, breath freezes instantly, but a suffocatingly hot and bloodthirsty aura permeates the snowfields stretching for dozens of miles around Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain Heavenly Pool.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, rows of heavy armored infantry Chariot from the Northern Frontier roared with engines, their tracks deeply embedded in the frozen ground.

One hundred thousand Northern Frontier warriors, clad in heavy, Pitch-Black Exoskeleton Battle Armor and wielding specially made Gauss Rifle and Warblade, stood motionless like black steel sculptures amidst the swirling snow.

Their eyes were all fixed on the bottomless ice fissure of the Heavenly Pool ahead.

Beside the frontline Riot-Control Command Vehicle, Zhao Mengsheng, the War God, stood facing the wind.

This Nine-Star General, who once fought alongside Yue Changlong on the battlefield and is now a formidable figure in the Northern Frontier, had his commander's Marshal's Robe fluttering in the strong wind.

His hands rested on the sword at his waist. The old general, who was usually unfazed even by the collapse of Mount Tai, was now trembling with extreme restraint.

"Commander Zhao, there's movement down below!"

The adjutant beside him pointed to the depths of the crack, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Boom!

Two figures emerged side by side from the depths of the ice crevice, stepping through the swirling snowflakes!

Yue Xiaofei stood tall in his dark military uniform, Black-Gold Hongming Blade hanging at his waist, his gaze calm and unfathomable.

Beside him stood a burly man, nearly two meters tall, with a stubble beard and wearing tattered old Camouflage Uniform, carrying Blood-Dripping Greatsword bound with Chains in one hand and casually dragging the mud-covered Northern Europe Deputy Regimental Commander Reynold with the other.

Two figures, as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain!

When Zhao Mengsheng saw Yue Feng's weathered yet still arrogant face, his body trembled violently.

The veteran general, who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, instantly reddened his eyes, and two streams of hot tears could no longer be held back, sliding down his deeply lined cheeks!

"Heavenly Dragon..."

Zhao Mengsheng his mouth, his voice choked with emotion.

Everyone thought that this exceptionally talented Yue Family had died underground in Changbai Mountain, and the Bureau 7 had even erected a cenotaph for him long ago.

Who would have thought that he would actually walk out alive!

Zhao Mengsheng suddenly drew his sword from his waist, raised it high towards the sky, and with all his might let out a heart-wrenching roar:

"All troops of the Northern Frontier —salute!!!"

"Welcome back to the Heavenly Dragon's throne!!"

Boom--!

In an instant, the 100,000 Northern Frontier soldiers, lined up across the snow-covered plains for dozens of miles, simultaneously slammed their right hands hard against their breastplates!

One hundred thousand people making the same movement!

The sound of a heavy, hard Alloy Fist slamming into the chest armor coalesced into a thunderous roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting, echoing wildly throughout the entire Changbai Mountain Range!

The passion of 100,000 people soared to the sky at this moment, and the howling blizzard was instantly vaporized into a sky full of white vapor the instant it collided with this overwhelming military might!

"Welcome back, Heavenly Dragon!"

"Welcome back, Heavenly Dragon!"

One hundred thousand people roared in unison, their voices echoing for miles around. The thick ice surface of the entire Heavenly Pool cracked inch by inch under the force of this roar!

What a grand spectacle! What a grand scene!

This is the highest honor bestowed upon the War God of the Dragon Kingdom!

Yue Feng stopped in his tracks, looking at the massive Steel Torrent across the mountains and fields, and at the fervent reverence in the eyes of the young soldiers.

A rare gentleness flashed deep in his eyes.

He threw the Reynold he was holding onto the snow, slowly raised his right hand, and returned a standard Dragon Kingdom Military Salute to Zhao Mengsheng and the 100,000 Northern Frontier soldiers.

"Yue Feng, captain of the Reverse Scale Squad."

Yue Feng grinned, his voice booming like thunder. "I'm not dead, I'm back!"

"Team leader!!"

A loud, boastful howl, tinged with tears, suddenly shattered the solemn military salute.

The Wild Chicken pounced on Yue Feng from behind like a koala, snot and tears streaming down its face, trying to rub against him.

"Captain! I've missed you so much! Five years! Do you know how I've spent these past five years? I've even completed two and a half years of training, and they still haven't given me a permanent position!"

Get out of my way, and don't smear your snot on me.

Yue Feng kicked Wild Chicken in the rear end in a huff, sending him rolling three times in the snow, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Ugly Ox walked forward step by step, his dark face covered in tears. The burly man, over two meters tall, sniffed and snapped to attention, giving a salute.

"Team leader!"

With Lollipop in her mouth and red-rimmed eyes, Han Duoduo emerged from behind the Chariot, muttering softly, "Me, the Little Mouse... I almost cried like a chipmunk today."

Reunited Reverse Scale!

Yue Feng looked at his familiar teammates and gave each of them a firm squeeze on the shoulder.

"Alright, stop being so girly."

Yue Feng pointed at Reynold, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"Uncle Zhao, leave this guy alive. Could you borrow your Northern Frontier's Ultra-Long-Range Bomber for a bit?"

Zhao Mengsheng wiped away his tears, his eyes narrowing. "Heavenly Dragon, what do you want to do?"

Yue Feng turned his head, looking towards the distant the West horizon, a cruel smile playing on his lips:

"Give those False God a grand gift: a return gift from Lao Tzu."