novelraw Chapter 462: Strong
Chapter 462: Strong
Liu Ziming opened his mouth, but in the end, all his words transformed into a smile tinged with a sob as he nodded heavily.
Xu Hao leaned against the wall, also revealing a relieved smile.
Feng Jue looked at Su Zhan, slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and uttered just one word: "Strong."
Su Zhan gave a slight nod, his gaze shifting into the distance.
There, General Shi Potian, supported by several medical corps soldiers, was struggling to stand up, casting a grateful look towards him.
The crisis at Iron Wall Fortress was instantly resolved upon Su Zhan's arrival.
"We won! We won!!"
"Long live Lord Su Zhan!!"
"My heavens... what did I just see? Three... three Calamity-levels! Just like that... gone?"
"Is this the strength of the Northern Border's Guardian Deity? Too terrifying! Too strong!"Every surviving defender fell into utter madness.
They waved their broken weapons, strained their long-hoarse voices, and roared and shouted with all their might.
Many were so overcome with emotion that they fell to their knees, weeping tears of joy as they faced Su Zhan's direction.
It was as if they were worshipping a deity descended to the mortal realm.
"Did you see that, lads! This is the pinnacle powerhouse of our Daxia! This is the hope that allows us to hold on! As long as heroes like this remain, Daxia... will never fall!"
"I... I almost died just now! It was Lord Su Zhan! He punched it! Just that one punch! That demonic tree was gone!"
"I'd heard stories about his feats in the Northern Border before and thought they were exaggerated. Seeing it with my own eyes today... I was shallow! This is a true god!"
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Even the usually stern-faced officers couldn't conceal their excitement now. They looked at Su Zhan, their eyes filled with immense reverence.
"No wonder the Council of Elders places such importance on him... This level of power can no longer be simply defined by Ocean Realm or Calamity-level... He alone is worth a million troops!"
Liu Ziming finally caught his breath. He squeezed next to Su Zhan and gave his shoulder a solid punch. "Brother Su! Fucking awesome! Too fucking awesome! Did you see that? How arrogant those three bastards were just now, and now there's not even dust left of them. Hahaha! Your timing was perfect. If you'd been any later, you'd only be collecting my corpse!"
Xu Hao also limped over on his injured leg and said solemnly to Su Zhan, "Brother Su, great kindness needs no thanks. Once again, we owe it to you."
Feng Jue gave his arm a firm pat; everything was conveyed without words.
Supported by medical corps soldiers, General Shi Potian also walked over.
He shook off the support, striving to straighten his spine. Though his body still swayed slightly, he faced Su Zhan and performed the most standard Daxia military salute with utmost solemnity.
"Advisor Su Zhan!"
Shi Potian spoke: "Shi Potian, on behalf of all surviving officers and soldiers of Iron Wall Fortress, thanks you for your life-saving grace, for saving the southern front line! The merit of this battle... I, Shi, will never forget for all eternity!"
All the officers and soldiers behind him also snapped to attention and saluted in unison, their blazing gazes focused intently on Su Zhan.
Su Zhan gave a slight nod. "It was my duty."
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The scales of war began to tilt imperceptibly from the moment Su Zhan started moving through the major battlefields like an inexhaustible god of death.
His figure was no longer confined to the biting wind and snow of the Northern Border, or the south.
Amidst the raging waves of the east, atop the Gobi deserts of the west.
The dark-red streak of light began to appear frequently.
He became a unique sight on Daxia's defense lines, a living legend.
In the east, Raging Waves Fortress struggled to hold on under Wang Mingyuan's leadership, with several deep-sea behemoths raising apocalyptic tsunamis.
The dark-red streak of light tore through the curtain of rain, the Flame of Destruction vaporized the giant waves, burning the rampaging behemoths into hollow shells.
In the west, communications with the Gobi defense line were cut off, isolated by eerie sandworms and flying bone demons.
The dark-red streak of light swept across the yellow sand; wherever it passed, sandworms stiffened and died, bone demons fell like rain.
Another crucial southern pass was submerged by a sky-blotting tide of insects, its defenders on the verge of being devoured.
The dark-red streak of light plowed a burning vacuum path through the insect sea, reaching the Calamity-level mother nest in one go, killing it with a single strike.
Su Zhan seemed never to tire.
Other powerhouses needed to recuperate after bloody battles, needed time to lick their wounds and recover their strength.
But Su Zhan did not. Every time he slew a powerful Mist Creature, the vast Life Essence became his perfect replenishment.
Wounds healed instantly, consumption was instantly refilled, and the surplus energy continuously propelled his cultivation towards higher peaks.
For him, battle was the best cultivation, the most efficient path to advancement.
Su Zhan remained perpetually at his peak state.
Wherever danger emerged, wherever decisive, overwhelming force was needed, he appeared.
His existence greatly alleviated the pressure on all fronts, saved countless fortresses on the brink of collapse, and rescued countless soldiers' lives.
"Su Zhan has gone to the eastern front!"
"Lord Su Zhan just appeared in the western border, slaying a Calamity Seventh Stage Sandstorm Lord!"
"Hurry! Request reinforcements from Advisor Su Zhan! We can't hold out here!"
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His name became the most effective stimulant on the battlefield.
As long as it was confirmed Su Zhan was on his way, even if the defense line was teetering on the edge, the defenders could muster their last ounce of courage and hold their ground stubbornly.
Time flowed amidst blood and fire.
This war concerning racial survival raged on bitterly for over half a year.
During these more than six months.
Su Zhan's footsteps traversed all corners of Daxia.
The number of Calamity-level Mist Creatures that died by his hand had already reached a staggering figure.
Hundreds!
Among them were many late-stage Calamities.
His record of merits was filled with achievements that would make any powerhouse look up in awe.
And in this endless warfare and plunder, Su Zhan's strength also skyrocketed as if riding a rocket.
Ocean Realm Eighth Stage!
Calamity Eighth Stage!
Dual-system power simultaneously standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world.
At this moment, the aura around him was perfectly unified. Spiritual Energy and Mist energy were no longer distinct but had merged into the embryonic form of an even more profound power.
With every move he made, he could already stir a faint resonance with the laws of heaven and earth.
And not long after Su Zhan's breakthrough, the brutal war that had lasted over half a year suddenly ceased.
The Mist's offensive receded.
Those ferocious monsters, whether low-level cannon fodder or powerful Calamity-level beings, as if receiving some silent command, rapidly dissolved back into the Mist, retreating to their world.
The flames of war that had burned for over half a year finally gradually extinguished.
The scarred earth welcomed a long-lost tranquility.
The war was over.
Daxia had miraculously survived this near-cataclysmic disaster.
And in this blood-stained legend, one name shone like the brightest star in the heart of every survivor.
Su Zhan.
With his own power, he turned the tide on multiple battlefields, slaying hundreds of Calamities.
Finally, with the supreme strength of dual Eighth Stages, he drew a period to this war.
His legend had not ended; it was merely beginning.
An era belonging to Su Zhan, the dual-system Eighth Stage powerhouse standing at the peak of the mortal world, was about to dawn.