Chapter 1014 - 371: Chu Kuanglan Falls in Love and Builds a City Outside the Great Wall!?

Inside the Arctic Great Wall.

Squeak—

The glass door was pushed open, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Hua Jing, who was on tiptoe wiping the cup rack behind the bar, looked over at the sound.

A few figures wrapped in thick old cotton jackets entered in a line through the door.

Carrying the cold with them, their boots left wet marks on the warm wooden floor.

"Brother Qian! Old Ma! Come in quickly and warm up!"

A young girl with a round face and a ponytail, Xiaoyun, immediately greeted them with a smile beside the bar.

She deftly twisted open the tap of the thermos.

Scalding coffee liquid with a rich burnt aroma poured into several large earthenware mugs.

The middle-aged man called Brother Qian took off his frozen, stiff leather hat, revealing a closely shaved blue scalp. He laughed heartily, showing teeth stained yellow by poor-quality tobacco: "Xiaoyun is still so considerate! In this damned weather, a hot drink beats everything else!"

He rubbed his hands, red from the cold.

Leading two equally weather-beaten companions, they headed to the familiar spot by the window and sat down.

Hua Jing put down the dried cups and also carried over a few plates of freshly baked butter cookies, smiling gently: "Uncle Qian, back from patrol so early today?"

"Don’t mention it."

Old Ma took a big gulp of hot coffee and comfortably exhaled a breath of white air, waving his hand, "The ice claw tide just passed, the outer ice fields are frighteningly quiet now, not even a ghostly shadow to be found. The higher-ups ordered a rotation, guessing they’re afraid the brothers are too tense."

There was a hint of post-crisis exhaustion in his tone.

Four thousand lives buried in the ice fields.

The silence at this moment was more suffocating than any roar.

Brother Qian sighed heavily and pulled out the polished bright copper pipe, though he didn’t light it, only fidgeted with it between his fingers irritably.

"Damn it, this war is fought so frustratingly! Abyssal Level creatures dared to step down directly and rip people apart, holding the front line is getting tougher."

Next to him, a young soldier wearing faded work pants lifted his head at this.

There was still some lingering fright on his face, and he inserted a hushed voice: "Brother Qian, I heard Fang Qingyu, Captain Fang, seems to have returned from the City of Injustice? Docking just these few days?"

"Hey! Who doesn’t know that?"

Old Ma slapped his thigh, his voice unconsciously louder, attracting the curious gaze of Xiaoyun behind the bar, "That video! Stars pouring down like hail! Smashing the bloody flesh statue made of human bodies to pieces! My God, do you think that’s something humans can do?"

He was so excited that spit flew everywhere, his cloudy eyes bursting with unbelievable light.

"How old is he? Is he even twenty? At twenty, I was still getting kicked by the sergeant in rookie camp!"

"Even the Divine True Body is just like this, right?"

Another comrade clicked his tongue in agreement, his face a mixture of awe and confusion, "Hard to imagine if he intervened on the front lines..."

"Uncle Qian, what video is that?"

A clear and gentle voice with just the right hint of curiosity joined in.

Brother Qian turned his head; Hua Jing had somehow walked up to their table.

Holding a refilled coffee pot, she leaned slightly forward, her bright eyes looking at him.

Morning light filtered through the frost-covered glass window.

Cast a soft glow on her fair side face.

A few loose strands of hair clung to her cheek, adding a touch of gentleness.

Brother Qian was taken aback but quickly grinned, the bitterness on his face diluted somewhat: "Little Hua want to watch? Let me find it for you."

He hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket.

His fingers swiped clumsily across the screen.

Opened the pinned video on the Arctic APP, turned up the volume, and handed it over.

"Hey, this is it."

On the screen, the pitch-black Arctic night sky was suddenly illuminated.

Dazzling starry light, as if the Milky Way had breached its banks, surged down.

Countless burning stars dragged their intensely white tails down, like the spears of divine judgment.

Fiercely bombarding a hundred-meter giant figure forcibly assembled from countless twisted human bodies.

Dirty blood splattered, flesh flew, the dark gold divine runes flickered like candles in the wind amid the flood of starlight, breaking apart...

The noise brought even scattered customers at other tables in the café to glance over, whispering among themselves.

Obviously, this video had long become known by everyone on the front lines.

Yet Hua Jing’s gaze didn’t linger long on the scene of the world-shattering star fall.

Her fingertips swiftly slid across the screen to zoom in.

The image kept focusing amid slight stuttering.

Finally, it froze at a frame before the giant’s collapse.

On the surging ink-black Ice Sea.

A small but upright figure was looking up at the sky.

Hua Jing’s breath paused almost imperceptibly.

She looked at that figure, the corners of her mouth involuntarily forming an upward arc.

That focused gaze.

Unusually gentle.

"Tsk... Tsk..."

Brother Qian stared at Hua Jing’s side face, his eyes almost popped out; his rough fingers instinctively scratched his head, muttering, "Little Hua, your expression doesn’t seem right, be honest, don’t tell me you..."

He dragged his tone, making exaggerated facial expressions.

Hua Jing suddenly snapped back, as if scalded, quickly looking away, her fair cheeks instantly flushed with two patches of red, spreading to her delicate earlobes.

She scolded Brother Qian angrily, her beautiful eyes filled with playful accusation, raising a hand as if to hit: "Uncle Qian! What nonsense are you babbling! Keep at it, today’s cookies are off the table!"

That glance of charm, with the embarrassment and annoyance of a young girl.

Made a few old soldiers next to them couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The laughter was interrupted.

By a crisp female voice with a smile from behind the bar.

Cutting off Old Ma’s teasing.