Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 183 - 181: My Noble Kinsmen, Reduced to Refugees

"Whatever. That’s your private affair, brother. It’s not my place to say, but you brought it on yourself."

Yolanda shrugged, then got down to business.

"There’s something I must tell you."

"According to our scouts, the number of Chaos Demon Army forces harassing the defensive lines has dropped significantly. The ancestors say it seems a Gate of Chaos has opened in the Qinghui Territory. The Chaos Army is resupplying and reorganizing."

Westheid was taken aback. "Wait, a Gate of Chaos? Now?"

Yolanda nodded gravely. "Yes. The Devourer set up the summoning ritual himself."

"...That piece of shit. He really never disappoints."

Westheid laughed in fury and cursed.

"What an absolute coward! Is he that afraid of dying?! How could he stoop so low?!"

The Duke Qinghui’s anger was completely understandable, as the Devourer had once again succeeded in disgusting him.

It was common knowledge that Chaos was originally a formless, undivided entity. But to attack the formed and divided Mortal World of Order, it had to create tangible Demons. This was the origin of Chaos Creatures.

The process of drawing power from the Chaos Domain to create these Demons was known as the "opening of the Gate of Chaos."

The Chaos Tides had always come in waves. Usually, a new tide would not appear until the Demons created by the previous Gate of Chaos were all wiped out.

In the simple will of Chaos Undivided, there was no concept of reinforcement or replenishment. Chaos Creatures were made solely to carry out the will of Chaos Undivided. As tangible beings, they were also destined for eventual destruction.

In other words, from the highest Chaos Source God to the lowest Chaos Egg, all were considered consumables in the eyes of Chaos Undivided. Once thrown into the Mortal World, they were never expected to return.

However, because of this, the Realm of Order deliberately avoided completely wiping out the Chaos Tides. They exploited this "bug" in the respawn mechanic, causing the Chaos offensive to grow progressively weaker.

This way, they didn’t have to station millions of troops on the border day in and day out.

It wasn’t that Chaos couldn’t be beaten, but exploiting the bug was just more cost-effective!

Speaking of which, the "Chaos Tide" currently facing the Qinghui Territory was actually a remnant from over a hundred years ago. When that monstrous tide was shattered, it splintered into fragments. The Chaos Demon Army led by the Devourer was likely the largest of these fragments.

This mechanic wasn’t absolute. Under special circumstances, the Gate of Chaos could still open on a smaller scale to inject fresh blood into the tide.

For example, the Devourer was now building a Gate of Chaos himself to summon reinforcements... It wasn’t that it was technologically impossible, but no Chaos Demon had ever done it themselves—wasn’t this just calling for help because he was afraid to die?

I mean, for you, a Dirt World Desolate God, to scheme against us on the side of Order is one thing. After all, all’s fair in war. We could even say you’ve learned a thing or two.

But I didn’t expect you, you son of a bitch, to even fleece the Mother of Chaos herself. That’s just a little too despicable.

"Brother, what do you plan to do?"

Yolanda asked, looking at the silent and furious Duke Qinghui.

"What other choice do we have? We can’t continue this standoff. We have to take the initiative and attack."

Westheid pressed his temples and waved his hand dismissively.

After liberating the Purity Forest, the Qinghui Territory’s strategy had shifted from offense to defense. This was partly due to their own lack of troops and insufficient preparation, and partly because the initiative had shifted.

For the Chaos Army, every loss was permanent. With the Pure Holy Spirit freed up, even if they did nothing, the entire Qinghui Territory was undergoing automatic purification. As one side waxed and the other waned, it was Chaos that should have been getting anxious!

The effect was obvious. The enemy truly had gotten desperate—so desperate they risked being "excommunicated from Chaos" to call for aid.

Once the Gate of Chaos opened, Demons would swarm out like locusts, rendering all our previous efforts to weaken and wear down the Chaos Army useless.

Every day we delayed, the difficulty of reclaiming our lands would increase.

Westheid said, "With the combat preparations we’ve accumulated, the new path enhancements, and the addition of the Ring of Clear Skies and the Army of Light, we are far stronger than before. We can even face the Chaos Army head-on now."

"So, the time has come. Assemble our forces!"

The Duke Qinghui’s orders were passed down. In less than two or three days, a great army ready for expedition had assembled on the Ying Riverbank.

Though only a few months had passed, the Qinghui Territory’s growth had been terrifying. Even ignoring the Qinghui Militia, who were mostly there to fill the ranks, and looking only at the troops capable of fighting on the Chaos Battlefield: there were the Qinghui Knights, who had been transplanted with bone and blood and had mastered new paths; the Shadow Fire Technicians, who had handcrafted a large number of Mechanical Weapons, each capable of micromanaging a section of the battlefield; the large Caster teams sent by the Ring of Clear Skies, specializing in Anti-Chaos Techniques; and, giving the Duke Qinghui the greatest confidence, the hundreds of freshly forged Divine-Gifted Weapons: the Army of Light.

Although most were outside reinforcements, it didn’t stop them from mixing in with the ranks of the Purity People, and Westheid treated them all as equals.

"Brother, you should probably say something."

When the troops had finished assembling, Yolanda came from the plaza to Westheid’s side and said,

"Everyone wants to hear what you have to say."

Westheid gazed at the legions arrayed before him. The fully armed host nearly covered both banks of the Firefly River.

He especially noticed the troops belonging to the Purity People; these kinsmen and compatriots were looking at him with earnest expectation.

He took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice,

"Compatriots, listen to me! Time is short. Before you stands all that the Purity People have left after surviving the fires of war."

"Chaos has devoured our homeland, and my noble people have been reduced to refugees."

"Look at the corrupted lands of the Qinghui Territory! Our people once reveled in its vast Aesthetics! Our future was once filled with glory! But, steeped in the arrogance of our history, we failed our sacred duty and were brought to the brink of extinction."

Westheid’s voice was incredibly rousing. His passionate, soaring tones painted a tragic atmosphere, pulling everyone’s emotions down to a low point.

Then, Westheid swept his gaze across the crowd, unsheathed Shadow-Born, and gripped the blade’s edge with one hand, causing his blood to set it alight.

FWOOSH—

On the edge of Shadow-Born, the Duke Qinghui’s blood became fuel for the fire. Jade and turquoise ash, like the light shed by the pure moon, rained down, blanketing vast swathes of the assembled ranks.

"But Chaos cannot destroy our will! All of this shall pass, because I promise you, we will wash away our shame! For I came here for victory! And to win again after victory!"

"Today, we rally our banners! Today, we will take back the homeland of the Purity People and reclaim the glory we once lost!"

"Compatriots! Trust in each other in the battle to come! Forge your faith into one! We *will* drive Chaos from our home! From this day forward, I will not permit another failure, not a single retreat! People of Qinghui! Purity People!"

"May the pure moon glorify us! May the souls of our ancestors protect us!"

"We are about to enter a great new age, an age that we will write with our own hands! Right now, I promise you victory! One victory after another, an unending chain of triumphs!"

"So do not be afraid! Do not worry! Go forth and conquer! Go forth and restore! Go forth and trample! Go forth and crush them!"

"For the moon waxes and wanes, and so too does my mercy!"