My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel - Chapter 475 - 476: Target—the Demon Realm! Advance!
Chapter 475: Chapter 476: Target—the Demon Realm! Advance!
Vera’s talent has completely stabilized, and the glow of Life Divinity swirling around her slowly converges.
The natural mark on her forehead, symbolizing rebirth and guardianship, returns to tranquility.
Gu Xing stands solemnly in place, bowing deeply in the most respectful salute towards the place where the World Tree’s aura dissipated.
Even though he still doesn’t know the true origin and name of this ancient deity, he is clear in his heart.
For this alternate space, and for the struggling Human Race trying to survive.
The World Tree has bestowed gifts and protection far beyond imagination.
This grace is as profound as mountains and seas, with no words to repay it.
After a moment, he slowly straightens up.
His gaze penetrates the void, looking towards the distant horizon roiling with Demonic Qi.
The preparations that needed to be made are all complete.
The chips that can be held are now in hand.
What comes next.
Is to find the Demon God Abyss for reckoning.
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Meanwhile.
On the plains outside the City of Chaos, the atmosphere is one of grim determination.
Where the eye can see, a silent and orderly military formation.
Ghost Race, Angel Race, Blood Race, Dragon Race…
An alliance of diverse clans stands tall!
At the forefront of the allied army, atop a temporarily erected command platform, leaders of various clans stand solemnly.
Long Zhenguo stands at the front of the platform, his stature as straight as a spear, with a dark cloak utterly still in the desolate wind.
His gaze serenely sweeps over the vast, endless military formation below, finally resting to his side.
Tushan Yueli stands beside him, her snow-white Fox Tail tightly tucked behind her, the tip trembling uncontrollably.
Her hands are clasped in front of her, fingertips white from the pressure.
Her face is as pale as paper at this moment.
In the depths of her eyes, tension abounds.
As the joint military general coordinator and tactical executor, elected by all sides.
Her brain processes massive amounts of information at an unprecedented speed.
The composition of each clan’s troops, strengths and weaknesses, logistic supply lines, the pre-set battlefield terrain, the estimates of possible defenses by the Demon Race…
And countless subtle variables that might influence the battle situation.
Every decision could mean the loss of thousands upon thousands of lives.
Long Zhenguo turns his head at just the right moment to see this scene.
Thus, he takes a deep breath, slowly walking up to Tushan Yueli:
“Yueli, look at me.”
Upon hearing this, Tushan Yueli trembles slightly.
Then, she turns her head and meets Long Zhenguo’s eyes that have weathered many storms.
“There is no one else here who can take on this responsibility.”
“Not because of your relationship with Gu Xing, but because you are Tushan Yueli!”
“A genius of the Qingqiu Race, the only one capable of uniting the Hundred Clans with her mind.”
“Use your talent where it should be used.”
“Nervous? Afraid of mistakes? Then calculate every detail to the extreme, calculate it so not even the Demon God can fathom it!”
He pauses for a moment, his voice softening:
“We are soldiers, to charge into battle, to die wrapped in horse hide, is our duty.”
“And you, are the brain of the commander.”
“Your every decision is our collective hope.”
“Trust yourself, just as we trust you.”
Tushan Yueli takes a deep breath, the icy air rushing into her lungs, slightly suppressing the drum-like beating in her chest.
She looks into Long Zhenguo’s eyes filled with unreserved trust, seeing the supportive gazes from the leaders of various clans around her.
Her trembling body gradually comes to a stop.
“I understand.”
Her voice is still tight, but no longer trembling, the rational flame in her eyes burning ever brighter.
“I will do my best.”
And just at this moment…
The sky above suddenly rends with a rift.
As if an invisible hand gently tears it apart, revealing the void beyond.
Five figures stride forth, slowly descending upon the center of the command platform.
Leading them was none other than Gu Xing.
Several Guardian Beasts stand quietly behind him!
Though their appearance was not earth-shattering, it was as if a stone was cast into a calm lake.
In an instant, the entire plain, with millions of troops, all eyes focused sharply on the platform!
Tension, anticipation, reverence…
Countless complex emotions intersect in their silent gaze.
Long Zhenguo is the first to greet them, he doesn’t ask about the process, only cares about the result.
As his gaze sweeps over Gu Xing and the four others, battle fury ignites in his eyes!
With Gu Xing present, there is hope!
Gu Xing nods at him, without exchanging pleasantries.
His gaze sweeps over the varied expressions of the clan leaders on the platform, over the silent, awaiting allied troops below.
Finally, meeting Tushan Yueli’s nervous gaze.
He smiles slightly, a smile seemingly imbued with a calming power.
Allowing Tushan Yueli’s taut heartstrings to inexplicably relax.
Then, Gu Xing steps forward, standing at the very front of the platform.
His voice resonates directly in the ears of every living being.
“Ladies and gentlemen.”
With just these two words, a million troops hold their breath.
“I went where I needed to go and obtained what I needed to obtain.”
Gu Xing’s voice is not loud, yet it carries a piercing force to the soul.
“Our blades are also sharpened enough.”
His gaze slowly sweeps across the entire area, as if trying to remember every face.
“The Demon Realm lies ahead!”
“We all know what’s inside…”
“Endless darkness, bloodthirsty demons, all-devouring Demon God, and our fallen comrades’ spirits unable to rest.”
“Yet we still have to go in.”
Gu Xing’s voice soars abruptly.
“Because if we don’t, the darkness will spread out!”
“If we don’t fight, our children will live under the shadow of Demonic Qi!”
“Without victory, everything we cherish will turn to dust!”
He raises his hand, pointing towards the horizon, at the ominous black swirling sky:
“Today, we stand here, the Hundred Clans united, for only one reason—”
“To settle the scores that need settling, one by one!”
“To reclaim the stolen light, inch by inch!”
“To tell those lurking in the abyss—”
Gu Xing’s voice is like thunder from heaven, exploding across the plains:
“The beings of this world, their spines are not broken! Blood, not yet cold!”
“Boom——!!!”
An indescribable roar erupts from the chests of millions of warriors!
Not a cheer, but a roar suppressed for too long, anguished for too long, and awaited for too long!
It is burning blood, a roar born in the face of death!
Dragon roars from the Dragon Race, Ghost screeches, Blood Race’s low growls, Human warrior’s deafening shouts…
The voices of the Hundred Clans blend together, forming a terrifying soundwave capable of shaking the heavens and earth.
Skyward it rises, scattering the clouds above!
Amidst the deafening roar, Long Zhenguo steps up beside Gu Xing.
He slowly draws the sword from his waist, its blade raised high, pointing directly at the Demon Realm!
With all his might, he bellows the final, and only command:
“Allied forces’ warriors——!”
“Where the battle flags point——”
“Where the spearheads aim——”
“Follow me——”
“March!!”
“Target——Demon Realm!”
“Advance!”
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