HCB Chapter 4866
Chapter 4866
When the darkness faded, the streets and alleys were as quiet as if a shower of ashes had just passed.
The fire tower turned into a short, black broken pile, and the water level of the molten river dropped by more than ten meters!
The ground was covered with a dense layer of rock dust, which was not just stone, but also a large number of corpses of the Zhu Rong clan.
The Shadow Squad had already cleared the battlefield and retreated into the shadows. Deng Shentong fused the last prism into the sword, his gaze as calm as ever.
Baili Changqing slung the pulse hammer across his shoulder and exhaled a long breath of hot air: "That was really exhilarating!"
Zhu Rong then understood—
This is not a back-and-forth battle; it is a complete conquest that comes from different levels, methods, and understandings of the world!
And the Shadow Squad is the sharpest blade in this conquest!
The roar of the molten river rolled like the drumbeats of a thousand armies underground.
The first line of defense was instantly breached, and the outer city of the Kingdom of Zhurong faded in the rain of ashes.
At that very moment, some powerful beings deep within the rock veins finally reached their breaking point.
From the depths of the lava river, a vast and majestic aura soared into the sky. A colossal lava whale emerged from the water, spewing spectacular white magma from its blowholes, like a giant crown of fire rising up!
The fire crowns lit up one by one, like giant scarlet eyes suddenly opening in the night.
Five towering figures emerged step by step from the depths of the molten sea.
Lava flowed down from their shoulders, between their fingers, and between their nails, constantly solidifying into new scales.
Their presence scorched through the space, like five newly risen volcanoes making the ceiling blaze.
Zhang Yi gazed at the earth from the sky, sensing the energy fluctuations of these entities, his eyes gleaming faintly.
"So, even a bishop-level guy has finally made his appearance?"
Zhou Ke'er asked, "Should we make a move?"
"No need, give it to them as a whetstone!"
Zhang Yi spoke calmly, then reminded Lu Keran: "Prepare the main gun of the Dreamer. If they are outmatched, attack directly."
While it's important to train your subordinates, unnecessary injuries and deaths should still be avoided.
After all, cultivating an Inhuman of the Ipsilon level requires a lot of resources.
The first to let out a low growl was a burly giant named Zhurong.
His back was arched like a mountain, his entire spine exposed, his joints wrapped in a molten gold-like substance, and rows of serrated crowns of fire growing along his spine.
Each of his breaths was accompanied by a deep tremor, and the ground beneath his feet cracked and closed in stripes, as if the earth's crust was responding to the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen.
"It's time to stop, you cruel sixth-generation land people!"
Five bishop-level members of the Zhurong clan appeared, their imposing presence immediately drawing the attention of the entire Tianhai Army.
This did indeed give some fleeing refugees and ordinary soldiers a glimmer of hope.
But their gazes were solemn, and they were well aware of the enemy's strength.
Deng Shentong and the others, clad in armor, merely sneered upon hearing this man's words.
Deng Shentong's sword pointed at him from afar: "When you swallowed the land of my Huaxu Kingdom with magma and burned hundreds of thousands of Huaxu people to ashes, why didn't you say it was cruel?"
"Since you've chosen to wage war, you must bear the consequences of defeat! The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the law you chose first! So now, stop talking nonsense!"
The five bishop-level Zhu Rong Yiren looked solemn; they could not refute Deng Shentong's words.
They weren't against war; they were against defeat. If they were victorious, they would also choose to burn all the land dwellers to ashes.
"Alright, let's let our strength speak for itself!"
"My name is Yan Zhang! Please remember my name. Even if I die in the war against foreign tribes, I do not want to be forgotten."
He tapped his breastplate with the back of his fist, the sound like thunder rolling in a cave.
The second to appear was a tall, slender warrior with intricately patterned armor.
His crimson shawl cascaded down from the back of his neck to his waist, and his arms were adorned with curved, molten blades that flowed like water.