Peace Order

Chapter 1767 - 72: Chen Dingye Finale

At the northern city gate, Yue Qianfeng, the ninth among the eight Divine Generals in the world, had a Red Dragon slowly coiling around him, emitting a low dragon roar. Behind him led the top-tier troops, the Yue Family Heavy Cavalry and the Beiwei Army.

At the southern city gate, Chen Wenmian held the Gray Wolf Blade in his hand.

The howl of the Gray Wolf roared into the sky.

Li Guanyi grasped his weapon, with Fan Qing behind him on the left, while Ye Buyi and Zhou Liuying were on the right. Their presence was for themselves and their kin, as the military souls of the four armies surged skyward, piercing the heavens.

Li Guanyi turned the battle halberd in his hand and pointed it forward.

In front of him, he saw the city—a reflection of nearly ten years ago, when he fled the broken city on a desperate journey. Behind him now were a hundred thousand troops, overtaking mountains and rivers. Finally, he spoke a single word:

"Attack!"

The Fire Qilin leaped from his shoulder, transforming in mid-air, as azure and gold-red streams swirled, and in an instant, the Fire Qilin rolled in the air and took on the true form of a Qilin.

It roared, raising its head, releasing a blaze of gold and red light.

Taking a deep breath, a fire pillar based in gold and red, intertwined with azure trails, slammed heavily against the city gate.

The Fire Qilin’s fiery assault clashed with the city’s hastily arranged defensive military formations, still guided by the Chen Country’s Imperial Guard. The last Jinwu Guard General, Wang Yunqi, watched with eyes wide with rage.

"Block, hold!!!"

The Fire Qilin’s onslaught gradually calmed down.

Wang Yunqi saw, behind the fiery Qilin light, Prince Qin slowly raised his battle halberd, on which the Qi Fortune flowed with a roar like dragons and tigers. Sinister colors of iron and blood transformed into flames, soaring into the sky, leaving a shadow of despair in Wang Yunqi’s eyes.

The terrifying blaze on the battle halberd gathered energy, paused momentarily.

It then united with the entire army’s force, surging enormously.

With a powerful strike downward!

Prince Qin personally led the army, wielding the Divine Weapon, combining the force of a hundred thousand troops with one move. The Qilin’s military soul roared skyward, transforming into black and red flames at that moment, forming an arc.

This ink-colored arc descended like the moon from the sky.

Fiercely demolishing the repeatedly fortified city gate.

A city with only ten thousand troops lacked sufficient force, renowned generals, and the protective Qi Fortune formation of the city. The four gates were nearly simultaneously breached, the rumbling sound stirring the four corners, causing the entire city to tremble violently.

From the courtyard at the city center, one could see the changes spreading to the four corners.

Yan Chen pursed his lips, observing from different sections of the city wall, where dust rose into the sky amidst the bleak, fierce Military Evil Qi. He lowered his gaze, looking at the scholar’s sword at his waist, which trembled violently even though it was a Confucian Scholar’s sword.

It was awakened by the evil Qi, guided by a killing intent.

Yan Chen grasped his sword.

Chen Dingye sat there, with a calm demeanor, saying: "Have the enemy forces reached us, Master Yan Chen, what do you observe?"

Yan Chen’s voice was gentle and warm, saying: "The armies from all sides are current elite forces, led by top-tier generals."

Chen Dingye asked: "Who are they?"

Yan Chen looked at the rolling banners, naming these generals one by one. When he heard Chen Wenmian’s name, Chen Dingye said: "Good, he’s come..."

Yan Chen regarded Chen Dingye in front of him.

Chen Dingye was almost at death’s door, his hair white, but tied up as a king’s crown, holding a sword, his manner calm and unhurried. Yan Chen wondered about the mood of this Chen Country emperor, knowing that his former Crown Prince was coming to kill him.

This city was not large.

In fact, it was quite vulnerable.

The armies stormed inside but could not fully enter, as Chen Country’s last Imperial Guard fulfilled their duty. Over ten thousand Imperial Guards fought and died unyieldingly. These guards were deeply connected with the Chen Country’s royal family; their actions determined their roles in the past era.

The Qilin Army held back, but found these Chen Country Imperial Guards, eyes red with fury, fighting to the death, refusing to drop their blades even when wounded. One Imperial Guard Colonel had once fought alongside the Qilin Army on the grasslands.

Now in brutal combat, he fell wounded, seeing the Qilin Army advancing to disarm him and capture him for treatment. He went mad, ramming his head into a Qilin Army soldier, struggling to rise, gripping his blade.

Breathing heavily, he stood alone in the alley.

Ahead were Qilin Army soldiers in heavy armor, wielding blades and shields.

He breathed heavily, shouting: "Come on!"

"What holding back!"

"Idiots!? Holding back on the battlefield, be careful of dying there, then you’d lose everything, still not act!"

Qilin Army warriors clenched their blades tightly, fingers bloodless, unable to act, as the Imperial Guard Colonel panted, staggering, tearing off his sleeve to tie up his bleeding arm.

His arm wounded by a blade, the tendons severed, fingers trembling constantly.

With his trembling right hand, he held onto the blade handle.

Then with his somewhat strong left hand at the moment, he gripped his trembling right hand, holding tight to the blade. Behind him was the king, but no comrades, facing countless elite heavy armor troops.