Chapter 550

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Chapter 550: The Sky Turns Blue

Lord Ba Xia descended into the city.

It is actually quite rare for the feudal lords who are stationed in the rear to directly step onto the battlefield.

Perhaps some generals are willing to lead their soldiers into battle, but the marshal is never possible to personally charge into the battlefield.

Everyone has different responsibilities.

Soldiers are responsible for defending the position or killing enemies, while generals are responsible for the outcome of a battle, and marshals are responsible for a war.

Even if an individual has great strength, it is difficult to change the situation on the battlefield. Therefore, in most cases, lords will never go to the battlefield. Once they intervene, it means that the battle is nearing its end, either with a decisive outcome or a fight to the death.

Obviously, this situation is the former.

Lord Ba Xia rode a war beast to the front line. He commanded a group of five hundred elite troops, and these elites were not ordinary. They were carefully selected strong warriors from the army, with the lowest level hovering around level thirty-one. These warriors were already enough to disrupt the defense works and throw the city’s internal affairs into chaos, just like a deadly poison spreading through various organs of a body, without a cure.

After they entered, the nature of the war changed. It went from defending or attacking the city to massacre.

The elites rushed in and considered any living being that moved as an enemy. Even if they were not enemy reinforcements, they were regarded as collaborators and were mercilessly killed.

The residents hid in their houses, which helped them avoid this senseless disaster. However, the erupting flames and the aftermath of the conflict still inevitably destroyed a large number of buildings. Some residents who tried to escape the fire were caught on the streets and fatally attacked from behind.

In the area near the square, the only thing that happens is killing.

Lord Ba Xia is walking quickly towards the headquarters, he knows where the enemy is hiding.

On the way to the headquarters, several military leaders try to stop Lord Ba Xia, but he easily defeats them.

Ba Xia doesn’t even need to use his special magic, he simply uses his strong force to defeat the capable warriors from Bi Fang Country. They either retreat from the elite soldiers or get killed due to exhaustion.

He travels straight ahead and arrives at the command room. There is an old servant standing outside the door.

Lord Ba Xia stops and calmly says, "Surrender."

The old servant struggles to even lift his weapon with his weak hands.

Lord Ba Xia repeats, "Surrender now and you will live. If you refuse, this city will be wiped off the map, never to exist again."

The old servant says in a deep voice, "We will never surrender to you."

"Surrender? If I wanted you to surrender, you would have kneeled already," Lord Ba Xia said coldly. "You have long been fixated on restoring your country, but in the end, it’s all a fleeting dream."

The old servant widened his eyes, raised his weapon, and thrust it towards Lord Ba Xia. But with just the grip of two fingers, Lord Ba Xia stopped him and easily pushed him into the wall. The old servant’s body shook like a quivering skeleton, and he stared intensely into Lord Ba Xia’s eyes, saying in a low voice, "You may possess great strength, but you will never be able to unite the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom… This is our warning."

"Whether we are ruled or not is not for you to decide, just like how you have no right to determine the outcome of this war," Lord Ba Xia sneered. "And what will destroy you is your own weakness and foolishness. Do you really think a mere city can defend itself against my army? The miracles that happened in the Bai Ze Kingdom will never occur for you. The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom has never witnessed any of the fallen feudal states being rebuilt."

The old servant said indifferently, "We never had such extravagant dreams. We resist because we have no other choice, and we must resist."

Lord Ba Xia looked at the old man, whose time was running out. To him, having the last flicker of life burn away for the elusive goal of restoring the country was already the best choice.

The other party held no hope whatsoever.

Without hope, hope cannot be destroyed.

How could those who were always searching for a grave and a resting place be afraid of death?

They were not afraid of failure; they were simply madmen who sought to sacrifice themselves for their country. Otherwise, they would not continue defending the city despite knowing they were destined to lose.

Lord Ba Xia suddenly lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He took a step forward and said, "I am not interested in talking with losers. Next time we talk, it will be behind bars or at the execution ground… Hand over Bi Fang, her bloodline is still valuable."

The old minister said, "If you want to go back, then kill me!"

Lord Ba Xia raised his palm and said, "I don’t have that much patience. Here, your words don’t count!"

With a wave of his hand, the old minister crashed through the wooden door behind him, breaking the table and chairs, leaving the room in a mess.

Lord Ba Xia looked around but didn’t find the person he was supposed to meet here. He asked, "Where is Bi Fang?"

He grabbed the old man’s neck and asked, "Where is she?"

"Dead." The old minister coldly chuckled. "Do you think we would give our country’s last treasure to you?"

"Hmph!" Lord Ba Xia threw him on the ground and said indifferently, "I want to see the corpse of the dead."

From a distant place suddenly came a loud and painful sound. A flying beast with blue flames landed, emitting the smell of burning meat.

"My Lord…" the guard was about to report.

"I saw it," Lord Ba Xia interrupted, kicking and breaking the bricks. He looked up at the night sky, where a hint of blue was rushing towards the city walls, trying to avoid the aerial army and escape the city.

"Sound the horn," Lord Ba Xia raised his hand, the cloak flapping in the wind. "Deploy the flying troops, stop her! We mustn’t let her go, or there will be consequences."

"Yes!"

The sound of the horn spread throughout the city. In just half a minute, all the flying troops abandoned their suppression of the defending troops on the city walls and instead turned to capture the hint of blue fireworks in the sky.

"She’s destined to be trapped," Lord Ba Xia looked at his old advisors. "All your efforts have been in vain, and you have given me a great gift for nothing."

The old advisor could no longer listen, lying on the ground, watching the blue flames in the sky. This color reminded him of the beautiful feather he picked up when he was a child, as well as the color he saw for the first time when he paid tribute to the feudal lords in the Bi Fang Country palace. As a young man, he was satisfied with his achievements. With his hand extended towards the blue flames in the sky, he recalled his accomplishments and failures throughout his life serving in Bi Fang Country.

At the moment of his impending death, he realized his mistakes. He should have let go long ago. It was the madness that consumed his rationality, and his attachment to the past prevented him from seeing the future clearly.

He stretched out his hand and waved gently towards the sky, as if saying goodbye, hoping that this wave of his sleeve could clear the polluted sky and open a path for her.

The old servant closed his eyes and slowly recited.

"With ambitions fulfilled, the wandering soul returns home."

…

Nalan Qingshu was fleeing, facing away from the city, hovering in the sky. She wanted to leave, but was repeatedly blocked and intercepted.

Faced with the revolutionaries, she wanted to escape, feeling guilty about this. But she didn’t want to die here, nor did she want to risk everything for the illusion of a revived nation.

In the past, she could, because she didn’t have anyone she cared about.

Now, she didn’t want to, because she still had people she wanted to see, landscapes she wanted to admire, happiness and peace within reach.

How could she bear to let go?

"Give me everything! Move aside!" Nalan Qingshu exploded. In just a few days, she took a lot of special things from nature and the earth to speed up her growth. Bi Fang was a flying bird, so of course it could fly. Flames weaved into wings, with blue flames scattered like spears and feathers. They wouldn’t extinguish when touching something, burning through the air troops and defeating them one by one. But even so, it wasn’t enough. There were too many of them. Only dozens or hundreds could be seen, but there were still hundreds or nearly a thousand waiting.

She rushed past the first enemy line, and then another line appeared. She defeated ten enemies and there were still twenty left.

Her physical strength and supernatural power were constantly being used up, and her anxiety was also draining her mental strength. She could feel the terrifying pressure from Lord Ba Xia gathering like a mountain.

Nalan Qingshu could only move forward without looking back, constantly breaking through, maybe her hidden potential was unleashed in this desperate situation. She recklessly crashed through, actually tearing open a gap.

She walked towards the east.

The east, the place where the sun rises. The place where he was.

She wanted to go there.

The blue bird flapped its wings, wanting to fly towards freedom and peace. But just as she stepped out of the city, an endless and tremendous force pulled her wings and body, pressing her down towards the ground. The gravity of the earth became several times stronger. Even the city walls couldn’t bear the burden and made unbearable noises. Countless people fell to the ground, their muscles and bones trembling. Some people were bleeding from their seven orifices, unable to let out a scream, their tongues pressed against their jaws, making their chins feel numb and dislocated.

The majestic and illusory figure of Ba Xia appeared on the city walls, like a giant showing half of its body, towering over a hundred meters tall. It landed one foot.

Magic covered the land, and Nalan Qingshu fell from it, like a bird with broken wings.

Countless people saw this scene, and the city guards bowed their heads, completely losing hope.

There was no possibility, lost, defeated, dead, ended…

In the moment of falling, she heard the sound of her wings breaking, Nalan Qingshu reached out her hand towards the distance, knowing she couldn’t reach, but still holding on to a stubborn hope, as if hoping for the dawn to break, would she ultimately be extinguished before dawn arrived?

Everyone will die, and she will die too.

She bit her lip, letting out a shallow sob and a despairing sigh, she didn’t want this ending, but the ending would find her.

But before her weak struggling faded away, she saw a light rising in the east, that light made her think it was a figment of her imagination, until a familiar voice crossed a distant yet close distance, causing her to open her eyes wide.

"Every time I have to save you."

"Consider learning from Disney princesses?"

A sigh traveled from afar, but a golden light formed a bridge and gently caught the falling girl.

The young man stepped out of the darkness, and the little princess fell into his arms like a fledgling bird leaving the nest.

The long night behind him was ignited, releasing brightness.

It is still a long way until dawn, that is not daybreak.

But instead, it was a touch of blue that burned away the darkness of the night.

The sky will turn blue.