Heroes' Prison

Chapter 1065 - 1009: The Last Moment, Legendary is about to be Revealed

Before, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse hesitated to rush in because they sensed the presence of a Void God from the Hero Empire, and now they finally saw it with their own eyes.

The Annihilation Knight soothed the red horse under him and looked at the Wandering Divine Envoy Clare from a distance, with a trace of disdainful smile on his face: "A Void God? It’s just a burial item for the Hero Empire! No one on heaven or earth can save you!"

"The Void God is so powerful! What should I do? I’m so scared!" A player from the invading army stepped forward a few steps, pretending to exaggerate and patted his chest.

"Don’t be afraid, God of Slaughter and his ilk are cowards. What a Void God, just a tiger in a cage for us to watch and tease."

"We are just standing here, if you have the ability, come and kill us! Aren’t you the God of Slaughter? Come on!"

"Our people are building a new city on the Greenfield Plain behind us. We’re invading you, what can you do about it? What Hero’s Continent, I think it’s a Bear’s Continent!"

One by one, the invading army players yelled unscrupulously outside, their twisted faces full of ridicule and provocation.

"I hope you remember the words you’re saying now!" Huang Yi glanced calmly at those invading players, then closed his eyes, quietly waiting.

The Wandering Divine Envoy Clare also remained silent, standing quietly in the void, radiating golden Holy Light, shining upon this land.

"Everyone need not speak anymore, quietly wait until the national war is over!" The overall commander Tian Dao from the invading army also stepped forward, reaching out to gesture to everyone.

Just like that, both sides of the forces fell into a strange silence, separated into two seas of people by the national boundary, none crossed the line, confronting each other, collectively waiting for the final moment.

In the distant ports of the invading army, everything was bustling, with transport ships from various countries rushing to deliver all kinds of precious materials every moment.

In the occupied zones across the continent, countless invading army players are frantically constructing in the last moments, buildings rising up rapidly, becoming their territories...

Finally, only the last minute remained until the end of the national war.

"[System Announcement]: The Hero’s Continent national war is about to end, the last minute countdown starts now! 60...59...58..."

The synthesized voice of the system began steadily counting down, resonating throughout the world, each number adding a heavier sense of pressure!

Those billions of mounts began snorting uneasily, stamping hooves, sensing the tense atmosphere of an imminent battle.

All the reporters, grasping onto the final moment, adjusted their positions to present the best live broadcast angle.

On other continents, players logged off one by one, stationed in forum live rooms, watching this world-determining battle!

In the Central Continent, those renowned scholars have already spread out Sheepskin Scrolls, dipping Goose Feather Brushes in ink, preparing to record this historical turning point.

In the river of time, avatars of The Seven Archdemons, the dean, and a group of Hero Empire Guardians fought fiercely, only waiting for the national war result to determine victory or defeat.

In the real world, spectators from over two hundred countries held their breath, staring fixedly at their country’s television stations.

At the World Federation Headquarters building, high-ranking Federation officials in suits gathered in the luxurious conference room, staring at the command screen.

In the Freedom Organization, agents risking their lives on missions all wore headphones, ready to listen to Huang Yi’s voice at any moment.

In the ruins of a city in Southeast Asia, Ni Dongde led a group of armed forces, wrapping wounds while staring at a remaining public TV wall in the ruins;

At this very moment, everyone, whether in the virtual world or the real world, whether player or NPC, was waiting for the end of the countdown!

"[System Announcement]: 30...29...28..."

All personnel, all departments, all fields from both sides began making final preparations.

Mages began chanting Spell Chants; priests released BUFFs one after another; warriors clenched the weapons in their hands; knights gripped their mounts’ reins tightly; assassins vanished into thin air with Invisibility.

Care-free leisure players, lone wolves scattered everywhere, adventure groups wandering the wilderness, life class players who couldn’t even bind chickens... all non-combat players adopted fighting stances, welcoming this final battle.

"[System Announcement]: 20...19...18..."

The Magic Cannon lit up, Siege Crossbow levers were ready, War Mechs raised mechanical arms, Heavenly Curtain Barriers fully activated, Guardians took their places.

In the southern stationed army of the Hero Empire, Dao Feng raised Blade of the Sword Emperor;

In the eastern stationed army of the Hero Empire, Sharp Sword pulled out Sword Emperor’s Blade;

In the northern marine fleet of the Hero Empire, Thunder God’s Divine Ship began accelerating...

All reporters locked their gazes on the figures of Huang Yi and Tian Dao, the two commanders.

TV station directors divided the live broadcast screen in half, simultaneously showing the images of Huang Yi and Tian Dao, standing in front of billions of viewers worldwide.

Huang Yi stood at the forefront of all Chinese players, his Hero Legion being the last force of the Chinese players.

Tian Dao stood at the forefront of all invading forces, having gathered all the invading army under his Dongying Legion.

They gazed at each other across the border line, their eyes piercing through the distance of the entire world, colliding together.

The future of the world rests in their hands, today’s history will be created by them, but there’s only room for one protagonist;

The world’s fate is divided into two straight branches extending behind them, but only one path can be chosen;

In this long national war, both emerged from millions of compatriots in their respective camps and gradually grew into their respective camp leaders.

They have tasted victory, endured defeat, stumbled, and risen, enjoyed the happiness of thousands cheering, and suffered the pain of being abandoned by the masses.

They lead billions upon billions of followers behind them, carrying countless heroic spirits who died in battle, stepping over mountains and seas of bones, step by step toward each other, traversing mountains and sending hills, finally reaching this point today!

In front of them,

Only the last mountain remains,

And the summit of that mountain,

Is the end of victory.

Whoever steps up first,

Will become Legendary,

Crowned by history,

Recorded in texts.

He will bask in glory,

Receive the Roses offered,

Retiring at the height of achievement.

But the loser,

Will face the ashes of compatriots,

Shedding tears.