Chapter 75: The Orders... Gather (2)
Chapter 75: The Orders... Gather (2)
Chapter 75
The monsters were not able to follow what had happened the moment the Iron Man jumped straight into their vast horde, because the instant he collided with them, they were rammed by the thousands upon thousands of swords suspended throughout the sky.
Each and every one of those weapons was far from an ordinary spirit weapon; instead, they were all Peak Heaven Grade Spirit Weapons, each carrying an immense and terrifying amount of destructive power.
More importantly, every single blade was infused with the Slaughterer’s own willpower and spiritual force, allowing them to carry out his one and only desire: to carve nothing but death and destruction into the vast monster horde.
The man moved like a plague of steel. Every single movement he made caused several monsters to fall, dying before they could even put up much of a fight.
And it was by no means their fault; after all, when one encountered the God of War upon the battlefield, the only thing they could do was pray that their death would come quickly and painlessly.
The man, alongside his hundreds of thousands of flying swords, moved in perfect tandem, bringing nothing but death and destruction into the vast horde of monsters.
Every single second, hundreds... sometimes thousands... of monsters fell. None of them were even able to get past him, let alone break through the massive barrier standing behind him.
That barrier had always been the world’s greatest line of defense... well, after him, of course.
It was the enormous blue barrier that had prevented those nightmarish monsters from crossing into the world, because if they ever succeeded, the amount of destruction they would bring with them was something no one dared to imagine.
On the other side of the enormous blue barrier, several warriors silently watched in pure astonishment as yet another massacre was orchestrated by a single man.
No matter how many times they witnessed the God of War in battle, they were more than certain they would never grow tired of watching him; the awe, the admiration, and the respect never once diminished from their gazes.
More than that, they were grateful. Had he not been standing here to halt the monsters’ advance, the Alliance of the Seven Rivers would have long since been dragged into another deadly war, one where countless of their comrades would undoubtedly lose their lives.
Yet this man had taken upon himself a burden that even the combined strength of the Seven Great Cities, filled with countless powerful cultivators, struggled to bear. And he had shouldered that burden alone for a very, very long time.
"Wait... is it just me, or does it seem as though this guy can continue fighting like this forever?" one of the younger warriors from the Seven Rivers Alliance couldn’t help but ask in complete awe.
One had to know that more than a hundred thousand warriors stood behind the barrier, ready to immediately take over the battlefield the moment the God of War finally grew tired.
Yet, they had remained there for more than a year, and he was still fighting. A whole two years of endless slaughter, yet he continued fighting with exactly the same momentum and ferocity as the very first day he had arrived.
"You have no idea, young one," an older warrior standing beside him slowly shook his
head, as though none of this was unusual.
"If you think fighting continuously for two years is already abnormal, then you truly have no idea who that existence really is. I personally witnessed him fight for seven straight years without rest, and some even claim that he can continue even longer."
The younger warrior’s jaw nearly hit the ground. Seven years? And he could still go even longer? For a brief moment, he felt as though everything he had ever believed about cultivation had just been overturned.
Still, he quickly forced himself to stop dwelling on it, because he knew that sooner or later, the God of War would eventually leave the battlefield, and when that happened, it would be their turn to step in.
As though his thoughts had summoned it, the voice of the skinny man from earlier suddenly reached the ears of the warrior who was currently carving through the monster horde.
The God of War frowned ever so slightly as he crushed another monster with a single punch, the terrifying impact shattering several more behind it. "Really... why must they always call for a gathering?"
Even so, for the order to summon him , it could only mean one thing: something extremely important had happened, and he needed to go. But before leaving, he still had one final task... he had to completely wipe out this monster horde.
He decided to use one of his strongest techniques, one that he rarely used since he preferred personally slaughtering his enemies with his own hands.
His figure shot high into the heavens; at the same time, the thousands upon thousands of swords immediately followed him, revolving around his body like an endless metallic storm. "Wait... what’s that?" The younger warrior hurriedly turned toward the older one.
The older warrior’s eyes were filled with admiration and reverence as he answered in a subdued voice:
"That... is one of the Ten Greatest Sword Techniques in the world. It was personally created by the God of War himself: the Iron Tempest."
The man standing within the thousands of rotating, swirling blades finally opened his eyes and spoke, his tone calm and composed: "Iron Tempest." Yet what followed was neither calm nor composed.
All the swords rained down in a massive burst of overwhelming destruction, descending upon the battlefield like divine judgment. They tore through the vast monster horde, slaughtering every single one of them in what seemed like an instant.
A few seconds later, the battlefield fell silent once more. Every single monster had been dealt with. The man calmly snapped his fingers; a massive inferno seemed to spring into existence out of nowhere, engulfing every corpse on the battlefield before reducing them all to nothingness.
Only after that did the thousands upon thousands of swords disappear from the sky.
The man then stepped outside the enormous blue barrier.
"I’ll leave things in your hands while I’m gone," he spoke to the strongest member of the Seven Rivers Alliance, the man leading this force of one hundred thousand warriors stationed at the battlefield. The commander nodded, his eyes filled with both confidence and deep respect.
After witnessing the God of War battle for so many years, he believed he could at least shoulder five percent of the burden while the man was away. Seeing the confidence shining within the younger man’s eyes, the God of War merely smiled faintly, and then he vanished.
The moment he disappeared, the warriors immediately stepped beyond the blue barrier. Every weapon was raised, their Qi surged, and elemental energy radiated wildly from their bodies.
Many of them summoned their cards, weapons, armor, defensive treasures, or support-type artifacts... anything capable of increasing their combat efficiency or helping them survive the brutal battle that was about to begin.
After all, it didn’t matter how many monster hordes the God of War had exterminated over the past years; the truth remained unchanged. The massive crack had never closed, and those terrifying bull monsters continued pouring out endlessly.
This was one of the greatest threats facing the entire world. If they failed to hold the line, the Seven Rivers Alliance would be the very first to fall; after that, the disaster would spread throughout the entire Azure Continent, and from there, it would eventually consume the whole world.
For the sake of their loved ones, for the sake of their homeland, for the sake of the world itself, they had no choice but to continue fighting, no matter how difficult or hopeless the battle became.
The warriors all fixed their gazes upon the massive crack; their expressions were resolute, their weapons remained firmly in hand, and each and every one of them stood ready for the endless war to begin once more.
Then, the world shook violently again. The enormous crack trembled before countless more of those same bull-type monsters rushed out at astonishing speed.
The commander of the human warriors immediately raised his weapon high into the sky before roaring at the top of his lungs: "Charge!"
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Meanwhile, the little blue-haired girl and the large man were far from being the only ones who had heard the voice of the skinny man. Every single member of the Order heard his voice echo directly within their minds, and all of them immediately began to mobilize.
Unbeknownst to the world’s greatest experts, the true, absolute strongest experts were all heading toward the same gathering that had just been called.
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Within a massive white building that seemed to stretch on without end, there was nothing but endless white marble extending as far as the eye could see, covering the entire place in every direction.
Suspended high in the air were thirteen majestic thrones; each throne radiated its own overwhelming aura, possessed a unique color, and carried a completely different feeling from the others.
For a long while, nothing happened; the thirteen thrones remained completely empty. Then, everything changed. One after another, figures began appearing from midair; each of them silently took their respective seat as though they had arrived from entirely different worlds.
Soon, all thirteen thrones had become occupied. Those seated upon them varied greatly in appearance... some were tall, others were short; some possessed imposing physiques, others appeared incredibly ordinary.
It was as though every one of them had been pulled from a completely different reality before being brought together into this single place.
The skinny man seated upon the Third Throne slowly rose to his feet. The dark-covered book remained firmly in his hand, while a pair of glasses rested neatly upon his face.
His gaze slowly swept across everyone present before he calmly spoke: "Everyone is here. Now... Acknowledge the Thrones."
Immediately, everyone became slightly more focused. Starting from the Thirteenth Seat, a man dressed in black-and-gold attire that practically screamed wealth, influence, and power slowly settled into his throne.
He had even brought a piece of fine alcohol with him, casually taking a sip as his gaze swept across the remaining twelve seats.
Then he acknowledged his throne: "Golden Tyrant... The Order of Wealth."
Following him was the Twelfth Seat; a beautiful lady dressed like a noble sat gracefully upon her throne. Her long green hair cascaded elegantly down her body, while her enchanting crimson eyes shimmered brilliantly.
A small yet sincere smile rested upon her lips, and her composed gaze reflected a quiet elegance. She calmly acknowledged her throne: "Life Bloomer... The Order of Rebirth."
Following her was the Eleventh Seat; a gigantic behemoth of a man occupied the throne. Deep scars stretched across the side of his face, making him resemble a savage warrior far more than an ordinary human.
His expression remained calm as he acknowledged his throne next: "World Pillar... The Order of the Unbroken."
Following him came the Tenth Seat; a young lady who appeared to be in her early twenties quietly sat upon her throne. Her face looked as though she hadn’t slept in what felt like an eternity.
She let out a loud yawn before lazily acknowledging her throne: "Dream Weaver... The Order of Dreams."
Following her was yet another man, dressed in clothing fashioned from the hide of a King Beast belonging to an incredibly powerful beast race.
Although he appeared to be no older than his early thirties, the overwhelmingly primal aura radiating from him made him seem incomparably dangerous.
His voice echoed calmly: "Beast Emperor... The Order of Dominion."
Following him was a figure entirely cloaked within what appeared to be a constantly shifting mass of shadows.
Although it wasn’t actually shadow... rather, it was an artifact that allowed the figure to interact with everyone present despite their real body being somewhere far away... only a pair of pure white eyes could be seen.
The figure acknowledged the throne: "Void Walker... The Order of Space."
Following that was another mysterious figure whose face remained completely hidden; a strange mask covered their face, constantly shifting through countless different emotions... one moment it seemed to be smiling, the next it looked as though it were screaming in endless agony.
A calm, emotionless voice emerged from behind the mask: "Thousand Faces... The Order of Deception."
Following that figure was Liyu’s father, the very person who had called for this gathering. His tone remained calm and composed as he acknowledged his throne:
"Silent Reaper... The Order of Death."
Following him was a man whose entire body was covered in intricate tattoos; a wild, almost manic grin remained plastered across his face as he acknowledged his throne next:
"Iron Saint... The Order of War."
Following him was a man with ash-colored hair and gleaming blue eyes; when he spoke, his voice was almost too quiet to be heard:
"Ashen Monarch... The Order of Destruction."
Then came the skinny, robed man; still holding the dark-covered book in one hand, he calmly adjusted his glasses before speaking:
"Eternal Sage... The Order of Knowledge."
Following him was the little blue-haired girl; her voice sounded cute and childish, yet hidden beneath that innocent tone was an unmistakable maturity.
She gently acknowledged her throne: "Little Blue... The Order of Fate."
Every single member of the Order had now introduced themselves... everyone, except the figure seated upon the First Throne.
The figure was nothing more than a constantly shifting white mist; neither a face nor even a recognizable feature could be seen.
Unlike the other members of the Order, he radiated absolutely no aura whatsoever, and yet he was the one every other member respected the most. The First Order, the one who stood above them all: "Nameless King."
After everyone had finished acknowledging their respective thrones, the Eternal Sage slowly stepped forward.
His gaze swept across every member present before he calmly spoke. He closed the dark-covered book with a soft snap:
"Now that all of that is out of the way... Let the gathering... officially begin."