Heroes' Prison

Chapter 663 - 638: A Single Comment Reveals the Person in the Riddle

Huang Yi and the others quickly rushed out of the forest and onto the beach outside!

At that moment, the beach was a mess, with hundreds of people engaged in fierce battle by the coast in the distance. Bodies were strewn haphazardly across the ground, all of them Japanese. The Thunder God, Yun Sihai, and other masters were forming a circle, and the hostages Huang Yi had rescued from Northern Sea City were among them. They were connected by a milky white light, none of them had fallen, all were vigorously fighting for their lives.

This skill was the exclusive skill of Xiu Tian, one of the ace priests of the Hero Guild’s Priest Hall, which allowed all team members to share their Health Points. As long as the team members’ Health Points were not fully depleted, no one would die. But once the total Health Points of the group were drained, they would all be wiped out, with no one surviving. The greater the number of people connected by this skill, the more Energy Value it burned per second, and with hundreds of people there, the skill could not last long.

However, the others didn’t have to wait for the skill to end because at this time, their group of over one hundred people only had one last drop of blood left, on the brink of death! Even the desperate efforts of the priests to heal could not keep up, as the enemy was simply too numerous! The only reason they hadn’t died yet was because of the Thunder God, a super-first master. His Knight’s Body could last for three minutes, and as long as he was alive, the whole group could survive!

At this time, the Thunder God, a super-first master, rode his mount in and out of the crowd unimpeded. In his Knight’s Body state, he was uncontrollable and could not die, fighting to his heart’s content. His Knight’s Lance in hand swept continuously, and everyone it touched fell like rotten wood, none could stand for more than a moment! His imposing figure, coupled with his majestic mount, exuded an unstoppable presence, almost like a true deity descending to the mortal realm.

On another part of the beach, there was a horrifyingly large crater, clearly the impact site of artillery. However, the shell had missed its mark, sparing the lives of the group.

Out at sea, two ferocious warships were anchored with a row of menacing cannon ports along their hulls. They were currently adjusting their angle, ready to fire a second volley!

"Quick, get on the ship! If the warship fires a second volley, we’re done for! These Japanese are mere cannon fodder, just trying to entangle us. Those warships won’t care about friendly fire when they launch their artillery!" At that moment, after seeing Huang Yi and the others, one of the Guild Presidents couldn’t help but immediately shout out loud.

Then, all the Chinese masters fought while retreating, scrambling onto the Divine Ship that the Thunder God had beached on the shore. Huang Yi and the others also hurried over, with Huang Yi, the strongest, leading the forefront, bearing the brunt of the firepower. The others followed closely behind him in the charge. They were all super-strong masters, easily tearing through the encirclement of the Japanese, and successfully boarded the Thunder God’s Divine Ship.

"Boooom!" The next moment, a violent roar erupted as the Thunder God immediately activated the Divine Ship, preparing to flee!

"Damn it! Their ship is moving! Stop them!" At this moment, another voice filled with rage came from the forest!

Huang Yi turned his head and saw Miyamoto Musashi and his ten masters frantically rushing out of the forest; the one who had just cursed was Jun Zhiye, one of the Four Great Protectors of the Martial Arts Guild. After being killed by Huang Yi, they had respawned at a distant Respawn Point and arrived one step too late.

Seeing Miyamoto Musashi and the other masters arrive, the Japanese cannon fodder suddenly surged with energy, strenuously trying to block Huang Yi and the others from escaping. Like the zombies in Resident Evil, they climbed onto the Divine Ship, using their lives to stop the ship’s departure, totally indifferent to their sacrifice. They were weak and could afford to die, especially with the compensation from Miyamoto Musashi.

"Finish them off quickly, there are only 22 seconds left on my Knight’s Body!" Thunder God roared, fighting fiercely on deck! With every thrust of his lance, several Japanese were sent flying and fell into the sea below.

"Light Blade Frenzy!"

"Flame Burst Art!"

In an instant, a battle erupted on the deck of the Divine Ship, with various Skill Radiance engulfing the ship! Fortunately, the Chinese on board were all carefully selected masters from the various Guilds; their strength was far superior to the Japanese cannon fodder, and the battle was one-sided.

"Powerful Strike!" Finally, under the Powerful Strike from Qianye Fengwu, the Guild Master of the Hero Guild’s Hunter Hall, the last Japanese fell, and the deck returned to calm. And only five seconds remained until the end of Thunder God’s Knight’s Body. After five seconds, they would be only a single drop of blood away from death, at risk of dying with the slightest touch.

"Priests, heal fast!" Yun Sihai, breathing heavily, quickly issued a command, his sword still dripping with fresh blood.

All the priests then used various Healing Skills, slowly recovering the team’s Health Points.

"I was scared to death! I, Diesu Qiufeng, killed enough Japanese for today. Let’s hurry back; I don’t want to stay here anymore."

"Yeah, I’ve killed enough too. Time to go back!"

"So tired, I’ve also killed enough!"

At that time, people on the ship began to sigh with relief, as though they had narrowly escaped death.

Eventually, Thunder God managed to start the Divine Ship, which began to crawl slowly off the sandbank, heading towards the depths of the Deep Sea. Soon, it picked up speed, shooting through the water like a released arrow. Miyamoto Musashi and his group just reached the shore, but they were ultimately a step too late and could only stand on the shore with the few hundred surviving cannon fodder, gazing helplessly in the direction of the Divine Ship.