Chapter 1082 - 387: If We Can’t Hold the Line, Then We Won’t Hold It

The spatial power once again undulated subtly around him.

However, just at the moment before he was about to disappear, he seemed to remember something and turned to Hong Qitian, his expression becoming serious: "By the way, Dad, when... will we announce it?"

Hong Qitian pondered for a moment, his murky eyes rolling.

"No rush." He said slowly, "Wait for the Arctic to deliver a true major victory, one that will go down in history, give hope to all the despairing, and rekindle the fighting spirit of all the wavering."

He paced back to the table, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the tabletop.

"When the time comes, have someone record this great victory for me completely and clearly, find the top editors, and have it edited to get the blood boiling..."

Hong Qitian suddenly slammed the table.

"And then release it directly as a major blockbuster, synchronize it in all Federation cities, I’ve even thought of the name, just call it Dawn, let everyone see how we humans turn fear into hope."

Hong Qitian listened in astonishment.

He promptly gave his father a thumbs up, genuinely praising him: "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! You always know how to play it, Dad."

This is not only a record of a battle.

But also an unprecedented global mobilization before the war.

Using a glorious victory to counteract the panic that gods and life ghosts might bring.

Hong Qitian hummed complacently, waved his hand: "Get out, stop flattering, guard your gate!"

"Yes, sir!" Hong Qitian grinned broadly, his figure like ink dissolving in water, instantly becoming blurry and transparent, the next moment completely disappearing in the office.

Hong Qitian looked at the spot where his son disappeared, the smile on his face slowly retracting.

He walked to the window, his gaze seemingly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers.

Landing on that icy field.

"Boy... the stage, this old man has set it for you. This major victory, don’t let your old man... and the people of this world down."

...

Arctic, Cold Bone Fjord Frontline.

The biting cold wind roars wantonly over the gray-white ice field.

At this moment, amidst this spiritless snowstorm.

A distinctly different blazing aura is rising into the sky.

Before the narrow passage originally naturally formed by massive ice rocks at Cold Bone Fjord.

On the expansive clearing temporarily cleared.

A dense mass of people stands solemnly.

Deep blue and dark gray are distinctly separate yet tightly linked.

On the left side, are thirty thousand elite from the City of Dawn.

Clad in uniform deep blue combat suits, like a deep ocean covering the ice field.

The fine starry pattern flowing on the combat suits is faintly visible in the dim light, echoing with the starry sky encircling the City of Dawn.

Each warrior stands as straight as a javelin.

On the right side, are the original thirty-three thousand soldiers of the Cold Bone Fjord defense line.

They wear slightly worn dark gray standard leather jackets or cotton armor stained with smoke and frost.

Many have blood-soaked bandages wrapped around their bodies.

Their faces are etched with wind and frost and fatigue, but their eyes are equally blazing.

Even carrying a kind of repressed excitement finally released.

A total of sixty-three thousand transcendent!

Martial Artist Qi Blood like a furnace, steaming white mist visible to the naked eye in the cold wind.

Divine Cultist energy resonates subtly, harmonizing with heaven and earth.

The accumulated massive Qi Blood and energy field.

Forcibly pushes back the roaring cold wind several feet.

Forming a relatively calm domain.

Ji Wuya stands at the forefront of the Cold Bone Fjord troops.

Originally according to his idea, for better integration and command.

The Cold Bone Fjord troops should be disbanded and mixed into the Dawn army sequence.

However, this proposal was promptly and decisively rejected by Fang Qingyu.

Although dispersing them might help his personal dominance.

But...

Fang Qingyu’s target was never actually these veteran soldiers at Cold Bone Fjord, but Ji Wuya himself.

These veterans stationed at Cold Bone Fjord are indeed worthy of respect.

After all, to hold firm under such harsh conditions, one needs great perseverance to achieve it.

Moreover, the Cold Bone Fjord troops are a collective, Fang Qingyu doesn’t want to break them apart, this way the veterans at Cold Bone Fjord can exhibit even stronger combat power.

After all, they have fought shoulder to shoulder for so long.

Thus, there is this scene before us, deep blue and dark gray standing side by side, jointly marching out.

At this moment, sixty-three thousand pairs of eyes converge on the lone figure atop the ice rock.

On Fang Qingyu.

Even the wind and snow seem to hold their breath at this moment.

No stirring war drums, no clamorous horns.

Fang Qingyu stands at the peak of the ice rock, his starry eyes calmly scanning the faces below, either youthful and sharp, or weathered and resolute, or filled with fanaticism.

No need for eloquent speeches, no need to paint a picture of victory.

Because everyone standing here knows clearly what kind of path they are about to embark on.

This is a path with no turning back.

Either they break through the three hundred li of ice field with overwhelming force, planting the human battle flag before the grim gates of the Skeleton King Court, with an epic victory, igniting the brightest beacon for human counterattack.

Those who survive by chance will become undisputed heroes in the minds of the entire Federation and humanity.

Returning triumphantly with supreme glory and honor!

Or... they fall on this blood-drenched road to the Royal Court.

Their bones buried by wind and snow, becoming silent landmarks beneath the feet of those who come after, becoming cold names on the Heroic Spirit Monument.