As the absolute soul of the Border Control Corps, Dongcheng Wudi had always been at the forefront of the Thunderbolt Battalion, facing the most ferocious and the densest fangs of the enemy.
The bloody battle lasted from the morning until late at night. Dongcheng Wudi didn’t remember how many people he killed. He took bottles of military stimulants to maintain his strength. The absolute power turned into sword light all over the sky. Sword storms were pouring down accompanied by the roars of wind and thunder. He had been standing at the forefront of the battle line, facing showers of blood but never stepping back.
Everyone in the Thunderbolt Battalion was following in his footsteps. His 10,000 elite troops seemed to be one with him. As long as he was still standing at the frontline, no one in the rear would take a step back even if they would die.
Advancing.
They advanced like crazy.
In more than ten hours, Dongcheng Wudi took the lead and directly pushed the battle line forward for nearly six kilometers. Moreover, that distance was still growing.
In fact, the enemy far outnumbered the Thunderbolt Battalion, which had only ten thousand men. The enemy numbered about 40,000. The weakness of the Border Control Corps was its number of people, while the enemy’s disadvantages were firepower, combat power as well as morale.
Their firepower was barely sufficient, but their combat power and morale could not be made up.
As the most excellent large corps in Zhongzhou State, the combat power of the Border Control Corps was second to none throughout the world. The Thunderbolt Battalion was the trump card of the Border Control Corps. This battle was backed by the Blood Battalion, which offered an enormous amount of fire support from the rear. And in the front, their marshal was fighting bravely. The sound of gunfire and explosions permeated the battlefield. Soldiers in the Thunderbolt Battalion may be exhausted, but as long as Dongcheng Wudi was still ahead, their morale would not weaken.
Four Gods of Zhongzhou State.
In terms of combat power, Dongcheng Wudi was far less powerful than Gu Xingyun, who was known as the God of War. In terms of astuteness and resourcefulness, he seemed to be inferior to the God of Army Ye Dongsheng. In terms of mysteriousness, he paled in comparison with the Hidden God Situ Cangyue. However, his killing intent and valiancy could always make profuse shows of themselves at the most critical moment.
He charged at the head and would never retreat.
With him being here, the whole Border Control Corps was capable of showing incredible ferocity and madness.
He was the God of Massacre of Zhongzhou State and also the soul of the Border Control Corps.
Zhongzhou State had nearly three million troops, including five theatres of operations, one independent theatre of operations, one Border Control Corps, and special forces of all sizes. Over the past hundreds of years, no one had ever had so much prestige in his army as Dongcheng Wudi did.
Like the scene occurred in the Thunderbolt Battalion before the march.
Dongcheng Wudi was saluting Zhongzhou State.
The Border Control Corps, however, was saluting the marshal!
Kill!
In the blood-drenched night, Dongcheng Wudi bellowed. His voice had long been hoarse, but it sounded incredibly majestic and heroic when echoing in the night.
The gunfire roared behind him and fell into the enemy’s rear.
Dazzling light and shadows danced on the front line. The artillery barrage became increasingly sparse, not knowing when. Only the sword light still flickered on the battlefield.
Dongcheng Wudi was covered with wounds from head to toe, and blood was gushing from his body. Some parts of his body had gone numb. He felt for the last bottle of military stimulant and poured it into his mouth. He brandished his sword, his eyes growing fiercer and wilder.
In his sight, myriads of enemy troops were rushing forward again, roaring and launching attacks on him. These were elite men, but most of them never entered Four Realms of Martial Arts. Not to mention experts of the Ice-condensing Realm and Fire-flaming Realm, even Qi-controlling Realm experts were rarely seen among them.
Black clothes, no badges, military flags, or origins.
Dongcheng Wudi had seen several familiar figures in the crowd, who were the objects of the corps’s attention and were from Annan State.
But at present, the Scorpion ‘rebelled’ against Annan State. The northern army ‘went south to crush the rebellion’. Everything made sense, at least on the surface. These suddenly appeared black-clad enemy troops took no position and were related only to the five dark forces in the Dark World.
Dongcheng Wudi didn’t want to know who these people were. In his eyes, they existed for only one purpose.
They served as cannon fodder which was used to consume his troops’ combat strength.
The fierce battle lasted more than ten hours, but the elites of the five dark forces had not yet appeared.
When their physical strength was about to be exhausted, and their ammunition completely ran out, the real battle just begun.
Dongcheng Wudi forcibly wiped the blood from his mouth and looked more determined.
Booming…
Suddenly, some booming sounds were heard in the blood-red night sky. Loud noises reverberated through an unknown place in the sky and spread to the ground, sounding exceptionally clear and resembling the thunder as well as explosions. Amidst the flashes of sword light, Dongcheng Wudi looked up abruptly into the night sky.
Marshal… That is…
Shi Hanbing, who had been charging and fighting behind Dongcheng Wudi, gasped and asked. His face was pale, his body was shaking, and he seemed to fall at any time.
The enemy.
Dongcheng Wudi whispered,
The real enemy.
Boom!
An unprecedentedly loud noise suddenly sounded in the upper air. A flash of light suddenly brightened the highest point of the blood-red night sky.
The loud noise spread through the air. The flash of light suddenly lit up a vast expanse of the blood-red night sky. The blazing fire in the air seemed to burn out the sky. Amidst the bang, there was a succession of rumbling voices. Before the first flash of light had gone out, fireballs bloomed in the air one after another. Flames almost wholly covered the night sky within a radius of more than ten kilometers. Little by little, the fire grew more and more erratic in the air, rising or falling, and finally crashed to the ground as it struggled!
Giant fireballs scattered and hit the battlefield below disorderly, like meteors.
The whole battlefield seemed to be gradually moderated by this sudden change.
The fireballs at a high altitude kept approaching the ground. Vast pieces of metal, burning with flames, crashed down against the air. For a while, everyone on the battlefield was hit indiscriminately. Fireballs fell everywhere, and the whole mountain forest began to burn in flames.
Wreckage! The Butterflies! The Butterflies of the Heroes’ Club!
Shi Hanbing reacted to it in a flash. He breathed deeply, and his expression was complicated.
Damn, these bastards are really willing to spare no effort.
Wang Wantian shouted abuse, and his face changed wholly.
Pieces of the wreckage of fighter jets, instead of weapons, were falling from the sky. The high-altitude confrontation only lasted a short while, but at least seven or eight fighter jets fell toward the earth. Some of them belonged to Zhongzhou State, but the rest jets, however, were known as Butterfly Fighter Jets.
The Butterflies!
That was one of the aces in the hole of the Heroes’ Club. It was an Air Force unit whose specific quantity was unknown to the outside world, but it had no more than three formations.
The confrontation in the air was still going on. Given the scale, the Heroes’ Club at least invested a formation of the Butterflies in the battle this time, which was unquestionably a significant expense.
As soon as the real enemy appeared, the Butterflies were dispatched. What would be next?
The giant fireballs in the air kept falling. A section of the pitch-dark wing burned and crashed to the ground. Flames engulfed the forest dozens of meters around in an instant.
The corner of Dongcheng Wudi’s mouth twitched. He said in a cold tone,
The Eagles.
The Eagles of the Jiang family of South America were no less famous in the Dark World than the Butterflies. This kind of superpower in the Dark World had always been relentless in pursuit of the principle of putting quality before quantity. Both the Eagle Fighter Jets and the Butterfly Fighter Jets were the most advanced. They were aces in the hole of the two superpowers.
If a formation of the Butterflies was dispatched, the number of the Eagles was unlikely to be much less. Since the two superpowers spared no effort, the rest three could not just stand by. There were probably five formations in the sky right now.
One hundred most advanced fighter jets!
They’re really generous! The two units should dare to act wildly on the border of Zhongzhou State! Damn, do they consider that Zhongzhou State has no air force? Or do they consider that the Border Control Corps has no air force? Why do they believe they can defeat us with just two formations?
Wang Wantian grinned grimly. He suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and bellowed,
Transmit order!!!
Take it easy.
Dongcheng Wudi spoke suddenly. His expression became strange for a moment, and he said slowly,
Wantian, transmit my order. Get our fighters to lower their altitudes, play slowly with the enemy, save our strength, and wait for the opportunity.
What opportunity?
Wang Wantian and Shi Hanbing asked at the same time.
There is some power that can be saved and not wasted.
Dongcheng Wudi had a complicated expression on his face. He looked relaxed and yet extremely angry.
Since they want to use the units as bait, then we will grant their wish.
He breathed deeply and suddenly raised the long sword in his hand.
Follow me and slaughter this bunch of bastards!
Loud noises as if the earth crumbled echoed high in the sky.
There were fightings all over the place.
Fighter jets crashed to the ground one after another, and the blazing fire spread through the crowd. In the sky which was ablaze with firelight, the fighter jets of the five units loomed up in the darkness as the altitude of the Zhongzhou fighter jets decreased.
The light spots that flew at top speed became more and more apparent.
One party advanced while the other retreated!
The number of fighter jets of Zhongzhou State which lifted off hastily almost had an absolute disadvantage. As the losses grew, the flight formations of Zhongzhou State began to retreat continuously.
The explosions of shells and a cacophony of voices made by fighter jets while sweeping through the air could be heard in the upper air.
The light spots gradually thickened in the night sky. The retreat and pursuit became increasingly tense. At a certain point, the formations of enemy fighters seemed to come together, either intentionally or unintentionally.
Countless shells were dropped directly, and deafening explosions were continuously heard in the camp of the Border Control Corps.
Innumerable elites of the Thunderbolt Battalion fell in the flames made by the explosions. Wang Wantian’s eyes turned red as if he were mad. He opened his mouth and roared with all his might, but his voice was drowned by the explosions.
All the sounds were completely suppressed the moment the explosions rang out.
In an instant, there was only one clear and majestic sound between heaven and earth.
The sound was brief and single, but with the momentum that could tear the Ninth Heaven apart, it rang clearly in everyone’s ears.
The explosions, roars, and screams were gone.
Only that clear sound echoed in the night and incessantly lingered on.
In the quiet mountain forest, a white light curtain directly rushed to the sky together with that clear sound.
As silent as a flash of flowing light.
As majestic as a god.
Heavy night.
Blood-red sky.
It suddenly turned as bright as day!
A flash of blazing white light covered the whole world. For a while, everyone’s sight was left with a vast expanse of dazzling white.
The white light was diffusing.
It seemed like an instant but yet an eternity.
When the white light dissipated, dozens of fighter jets had disappeared in the air without any sound. There was not a scrap of wreckage left.
Under the dome of the sky, there was only a figure standing at the extreme height of the void.
A large black gun was clutched in his hand, pointing to the sky.
The gun and the person instantly became the center of the whole world!
Everyone fell silent, staring at the sky above.
That was the most legendary Invincible Realm master in the Dark World.
That was a murderous weapon which left too many legends in the Border Control Corps.
After a brief silence, the entire Thunderbolt Battalion burst into cheers. The cheers were so wild and furious that the loud noises were heard throughout the border.
All the cheers eventually turned into two words, reverberating in the night sky, like a song of eternity.
Human Emperor!
Human Emperor!
