War

“Finally, they’re here!”

A flashy red sports car sped over, executed a handsome tail whip, and screeched to a halt amidst the sound of intense friction.

Two men and a woman emerged from inside.

The one in the lead was a cute-looking girl with pink hair, wearing a black dress adorned with white trim and a bow.

Behind her was a cool-looking boy with gray hair, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Following at the very end was a muscular, brawny man.

“Lieutenant Colonel Shi, Major Liu, Captain Fang, please come with me. I’ll explain the situation as we go!”

“Understood!”

The group of four hurried towards Villa Thirty-Two, which was tightly surrounded by thousands of soldiers.

After the team leader finished giving a rough overview of the situation, he made a solemn request, “We’ll have to trouble you with the most difficult part! But please, you must hold them off.”

Shi Yidie smiled slightly, “No problem, you can believe in us~”

Fang Han rubbed the back of his neck, looking expressionlessly at the top floor of the villa, which avoided the light and stood incredibly isolated under the moonlight.

He answered with certainty, “No problem.”

Liu Zhuang flexed his special-alloy gauntlets and said with a laugh, “Absolutely no problem!”

The moonlight灑 down on the lonely rooftop.

All around it was a sea of light, filled with fearless soldiers with resolute gazes.

Inside the building, as the prayer ended, Wang Xiang opened his eyes and straightened his clothes.

“My three lords, I will go and prepare!”

“Mmm~”

Turning around, his peripheral vision caught sight of the path dense with black-clothed warriors, and the brightly lit, vast periphery of the villa district far away.

He gripped his cane tightly and slowly walked down the stairs.

When he reached the first floor, he looked at his subordinates who were ready to go out and fight, and nodded.

“Yes, my lord!”

The middle-aged man in the lead quickly responded, then turned to his subordinates and issued a command, “The Dark God will soon descend! As long as we hold off the attack from outside, we will have the chance to be bathed in the divine light and obtain eternal life~ to become holy divine envoys!”

The crowd shouted fanatically, “Eternal life~ Divine envoys~”

“Eternal life~ Divine envoys!”

Pouring out like a stream, countless cultists brandished their weapons, swarming around the villa to delay the Inspection Team’s attack for as long as possible.

“Act according to the plan!”

“Act according to the plan!”

At the same time, the commander, who was staring intently at the surveillance screen, issued the directive.

The same sentence echoed in the earpieces of countless squad captains.

The great battle had arrived.

The distant sky was illuminated by floodlights.

Below, the people on both sides scurried like ants.

The moon’s eyes were covered by dark clouds, and the sound of roaring became the main theme of that night.

Zhang Heng, holding his blue-tinged blade, charged forward with all his might.

He was one of the few retired veterans to join the battle.

Although his strength was not even a tenth of what it used to be, he was still a mid-tier combatant among the Initial Form warriors.

That azure, elegant long saber was so eye-catching among all the black blades.

Suddenly, three figures shot towards the rooftop.

Zhang Heng looked at the three figures and a bitter look crossed his face.

He too could have become a being like that, once upon a time.

But Zhang Heng had no regrets; he was not an indecisive person.

“Charge!”

There were no thunderous roars like those on a battlefield.

As if to match the tranquility of the night, only the heavy sound of footsteps and panting could be heard.

“Clang~”

Someone had engaged in close combat.

“Crack… pop…”

Nearly a hundred people clashed at different locations at the same time.

Looking down from the sky, it was clear that the combat power of the attacking side was stronger than that of the defending side.

The soldiers of the Inspection Bureau trained hard every day and were well-equipped, while the cultist minions indulged themselves day and night, their bodies long since hollowed out by wine and women.

They could only rely on the power brought by their energy particles to withstand the pressure.

“Ruinous Kill Form~”

Zhang Heng muttered faintly.

A blue-white aura of cultivated energy quietly enveloped his arm, making it look as if it were emitting a cerulean fluorescence.

A coin-sized point of light could be clearly seen on the back of his hand, and around this point were smaller dots.

They radiated to the nearby cells, providing a large amount of energy particles to power his entire arm.

A middle-aged man with a sallow face watched as Zhang Heng charged towards him.

He couldn’t help but tremble, but he steeled himself and raised his saber to meet the attack.

“Swoosh~”

The cerulean long saber whistled through the air.

Pushing off with his calf, Zhang Heng leaped into the air and slashed down at the sallow-faced man.

The blade cleaved down from above.

The blade, emitting a fluorescent wave, touched the faint moonlight, parting it like a ripple in water, leaving a residual pale blue glow.

The blade pressed down heavily.

Under the man’s panicked gaze, the blade cut into him from his left shoulder, all the way through until it exited at his right waist.

“Kua~”

The sallow-faced middle-aged man was split in two by the blade.

His upper body slid off diagonally.

The man watched in disbelief, feeling only a coldness at the incision.

Then, everything before his eyes became blurrier, darker.

The sounds grew more and more distant.

Fear surged into his heart, and he finally screamed with his last bit of strength.

“Ah!!”

Even the wicked cultist minions felt a wave of nausea upon seeing the yellow-faced middle-aged man with his intestines spilling all over the ground.

Several cultists near Zhang Heng quickly backed away.

For a moment, there was no one within five meters of Zhang Heng.

The blue, elegant blade licked at the blood.

Zhang Heng flicked his long saber, splattering blood onto another cultist’s face.

The cultist looked at Zhang Heng’s azure blade, evidently knowing something.

He said in a panic, “Why… Why is a Second Form person here?”

The voice was not quiet.

Zhang Heng heard it, but only smiled a little bitterly.

He was no Second Form warrior, just a failure.

The middle-aged man who always followed the old man around looked at Zhang Heng, clearly recognizing him.

He spoke, “Everyone, don’t be afraid! He is not a Second Form awakened warrior! His name is Zhang Heng, a retired soldier!”

After speaking, he took his heavy sword and slowly walked towards Zhang Heng, seemingly intending to kill him to stabilize his side’s morale and delay for a little longer.

“Heh, even if I’m retired, I’m still stronger than a bunch of parasites like you!”

“How could ordinary people like you understand the meaning of our divine religion’s existence!”

The two men, each holding their weapons, clashed.

At the same time, a group of well-equipped people surged out from the villa.

It was the Shadow Thorn unit the old man had spoken of.

Its members were all near-fanatical worshipers of the divine religion and possessed extraordinary combat power.

These fanatical cultists were clearly more than a cut above the disorganized rabble.

All at once, the forward advance slowly halted.

Among the Inspection Bureau soldiers, people began to get injured.

The moonlight once again slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds, shining on the three figures flying through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had reached the top-floor attic, their weapons already in hand.

A fierce battle was about to begin.