Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 106 A Failed Bet

Lirok shouted and took a few steps back to avoid Arakka's attack.

At his command, the dozen or so Exter infantrymen on either side of Lirok did not form a battle formation or retreat, but instead charged straight at the Fury Guard soldiers on either side of Arakka.

Alaka's face darkened.

Amidst roars and clanging sounds, the Exter soldiers tenaciously held off the Fury Guard.

Araka, who had charged forward, was suddenly left all alone, with no one to provide cover on either side.

Seven or eight Exter warriors surrounded him with fierce expressions.

Thales's expression changed drastically.

Oops.

Arakka's ability to maintain absolute superiority on the front and charge into the enemy lines without hesitation largely depended on the sacrifices and cover provided by his flank guards.

Otherwise, if Arakka had killed ten people, his speed would have slowed down, and he would have been surrounded and trapped again. Even the most skilled master would eventually be worn down and killed.

Moreover, on the battlefield, facing an endless stream of enemies, attacks from multiple directions, and multiple weapons at the same time... as Ada said, even a master of the highest level cannot emerge unscathed.

As Arakka is now, these wounds and losses gradually accumulate...

Arakka looked at the situation before him, breathing slightly heavily.

"Cover him!" Ada nimbly weaved between three well-coordinated Exter infantrymen, but she was clearly not used to the rhythm of swords and spears on all sides of the battlefield and could not get away for the time being.

"Cover Arakka!" she shouted angrily, "Otherwise we'll be dragged into the encirclement again!"

Wyatt was entangled with two enemies and, being injured, was unable to quickly break free from the battle. Putila, on the other hand, clearly did not possess the same martial arts skills as the others and could easily escape to cover Arakka.

Behind them, countless Exter infantrymen who had fallen behind due to the rapid breakthrough of the Araka cone-shaped shock array ran to catch up again.

Rolf's eyes widened, and a gust of wind suddenly blew up, using the scattered snowflakes to block the few Ext soldiers in the front row behind him.

"The soldiers equipped with the Fury Guard are all tied up!" Putilai struggled against the onslaught of a fierce infantryman. "And our delegation, including you, is clearly inexperienced in combat and cannot break through!"

"Anyone else? Besides the Fury Guard and the delegation?" Wyatt was exchanging blows with the enemy at a very low efficiency: "If only we could break through this encirclement and get to His Highness's side!"

A young soldier and an old soldier with a sword and shield suddenly turned around in the midst of the fierce battle.

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With members of the Wrathguard on his side, Alaraka doesn't need to worry about threats to his flanks or behind him; he can simply face the enemy directly in front of him.

But now he must face threats from all directions.

"Clang!" Rilok's giant axe struck the mace that Alaka had just stolen!
Arakka growled like a wild beast, and Thales could feel the oppressive atmosphere as well.

The next moment, the Wrath of the Kingdom's eyes turned bloodshot, and the mace holding the giant axe trembled, instantly unleashing the power within him.

"Keng!"

Amidst the flickering firelight, Li Luoke gritted his teeth and staggered backward.

"Behind..." Thales shouted nervously.

But before Thales could finish speaking, Arakka turned around instantly, roaring as he deflected a sword attack from behind, ensuring Thales was not hit.

Kingdom's Wrath instantly spun around, dodging a spear thrust that came at the same time. As he turned around, the mace in his hand flew out and pierced the chest of the swordsman behind him.

Without cover, Alaka could no longer continue his charge. He paused and retreated, dodging the blade aimed at his left side, but a gash was still cut open on his waist, and blood flowed freely.

“Perhaps we should retreat and rejoin the guards!” Thales said, enduring the pain—his back had still been slashed by the sword.

The beast-like man ignored the prince. He turned around with a growl and delivered a volcanic shoulder ram, knocking the swordsman who hadn't yet sheathed his sword off balance, and then slammed in with an elbow, knocking out all his teeth.

"laugh……"

With a cold expression, Arakka snatched his opponent's knife, slit his throat, and drenched Arakka in blood.

Without a moment's respite, the Wrath of the Kingdom swiftly bent low and turned, a broadsword that came from the side and behind could only leave a trail of blood on his shoulder.

Alakka then delivered a low kick, striking the opponent's knee squarely. With a cracking sound, the latter groaned and lost his balance.

The Wrath of the Kingdom's blade grazed his neck, and he caught the falling sword with ease.

Just then, the wind howled!
"clang!"

The loud noise made Thales' eardrums ache!
Alaka's legs sank into the ground, and he raised his sword and blade above his head, desperately trying to block the giant axe that Lirok was swinging down with all his might.

“Precise control, just the right amount, never wasting anything—is that right, the Wrath of the Kingdom of the Extreme?” Lirok exhaled menacingly. “We swarmed in, and you still managed to take down three of us.”

A spear hurtled toward Arakka's heart, but the Wrath of the Kingdom parried with both hands, miraculously twisting his chest to avoid the spear tip, and clamping the spear tightly under his left armpit.

Another spear came flying through the air, but Arakka activated his finishing power instantly, deflecting the spear tip and then stomping hard on the incoming spear!

Thales watched with a chill run down his spine as Arakka desperately held off two spearmen, their teeth clenched and faces flushed red.

Not good.

Sure enough, the enemy gave him no chance to catch his breath. Two Exter soldiers, with two longswords, attacked Arakka's chest, abdomen, and head.

Arakka fought back, slashing away the sword aimed at his chest, then gripped the other sword tightly.

"call……"

The howling sound of the giant axe cutting through the air struck again.

"But this is a battlefield! There's never a one-on-one fight!" The enemy commander grinned menacingly, his giant axe slicing through the air as it hurtled towards him: "Even the most skilled warriors have their limits!"

Several Exter infantrymen roared and emerged from behind Lirok, surrounding Arakka.

Thales, shocked, reached for his dagger and shouted, "Watch out!"

The next second, the sound of an axe piercing flesh and the clash of weapons rang out in a chilling way!
"Pfft!"

"clang!"

Thales felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp pain in his eardrums.

No.

The prince, panting, stared wide-eyed as the massive axe blade remained fixed on Arakka's left shoulder, cleaving through his breastplate and flesh, stopping between his shoulder blade and collarbone.

It was only an inch from Thales' shoulder.

Araka was panting heavily, his blood streaming down Thales' shoulder.

The sword in the right hand of the Wrath of the Kingdom had long since disappeared. He used only one hand to hold onto the handle of Rirok's giant axe, and with a slight tremor, he struggled to the death with the enemy commander.

And he is not alone.

At the tip of the axe blade, a young soldier with black hair and brown eyes, resembling a star, knelt on one knee beside Arakka, gritting his teeth, raising both hands above his head, each holding a pair of equal-length spears, trying his best to hold back the axe blade that had already slashed into Arakka's left shoulder.

"Damn brat!" Lirok's eyes turned bloodshot as he unleashed his ultimate power, the axe blade in his hand gradually pressing down.

The two spearmen wrestling with Arakka also exerted their strength simultaneously, trying to force the Wrath of the Kingdom to its death here.

"Don't even think about it..." Willo Ken trembled as he desperately pushed the giant axe upwards under the combined force of gravity and Rirok's strength, relieving the pressure on Arakka.

Araka gasped for breath, looking at Willow with a complex expression amidst the excruciating pain.

A fierce wind howled through the air as Rolf's figure glided in, laboriously skimming past the weapons of the Exter people. He and two Star Soldiers dressed as fortress soldiers crashed into the battlefield, clashing with Lirok's subordinates who were preparing to join the fight.

A burly veteran from the Stars faction, carrying a shield, charged forward, knocking the Exter soldier who had just been clashing swords with Alarca to the ground.

The veteran of the Starshine Legion, Jenard, pinned down the frantically struggling enemy, each gripping the other's sword-wielding hand, competing in strength and endurance, each trying to pierce the other's vitals before the other could.

"Are there any others?" Thales asked nervously, struggling to pull out his dagger and hesitating whether to cut the ropes binding him to Arakka's back.

"There are only a few of us. The Fury Guard and your men are all tied up!" Jenard shouted desperately as he struggled with his opponent. "You'd better be useful, you deserter with dual pistols!"

Willow's face flushed red, and his hand, holding the giant axe, trembled uncontrollably: "I told you..."

The Exter infantryman, whose spear had been caught between Arakka's left arm and his right arm, roared and dropped the spear. He then drew a short blade from his back and charged toward Arakka, who was now locked in a stalemate.

Arakka freed his left arm, gripped Rirok's giant axe with both hands, and his eyes blazed with fury.

“I’m not a deserter!” Willow gritted out the words through clenched teeth.

The soldiers wielding short blades charged madly at Arakka and Thales.

Thales trembled as he cut the rope around his neck.

"besides……"

"I really know how to use it..." Willow pulled back his right hand that was holding the gun, his left hand struggling to hold up Rilok's giant axe, and shouted desperately:
"Dual pistols!"

Willow thrust his right hand forward with a sudden stab!
The Ext soldiers, wielding short blades, expertly dodged the path of Willow's single-handed attack.

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

Oops.

He missed.

But Willow's right hand suddenly jerked, the tip of the gun wobbled, and the handle left his hand.

"laugh!"

The Exter man looked down in surprise, his short blade hanging limply in his hand.

Willow's gun had already left his hand.

The tip of the gun had already pierced his throat.

Thales let out a long breath, his mind relaxing.

so close.

Gasping for breath, Willow, who had exhausted all his strength, dropped the left spear that had been supporting the giant axe, and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

But Rilok's giant axe failed to strike.

Thales felt once again the new power erupting within the man carrying him.

Lirok stared in astonishment as the Kingdom's Wrath lifted his giant axe inch by inch with both arms.

The beast-like man, like a volcano about to erupt, slowly rose from the ground.

"Didn't your superior tell you?" Alaka gasped for breath, trembling like a wild beast, his arms bursting with terrifying power as he pushed the giant axe forward.

Lirok stumbled and nearly fell, but his men caught him in time.

"If you have the chance to kill me, it's best to do it in one blow."

“If you can’t kill me… heh…” Alaka sneered through gritted teeth, his aura suddenly shifting.

A wave of emotion washed over his eyes, and Thales was astonished to see that within Arakka's body, the previously restless ripples and explosions began to churn violently, like volcanic magma!
Lirok frowned, his eyes glowing slightly red as he looked at Arakka. The muscles in his slashed shoulder began to contract, sealing the wound and stopping the bleeding.

what is that?
He recalled the legend of the Wrath of the Kingdom.

No.

impossible.

He's only human, after all, isn't he?

Amidst the shouts of battle around him, Lirok roared, mustered all his strength, and charged toward Arakka with his most trusted men.

Seven or eight weapons were handed out at the same time.

----

"What did you say?"

Count Levan asked the messenger in surprise, his face full of disbelief, "Four minutes?"

"That guy charged ahead all by himself... and broke through our lines in just four minutes?"

The count grabbed the messenger by the collar and roared:

"impossible!"

"That's a full six battalions! Nearly two thousand five hundred men! Surrounded on all sides!"

"We haven't fully broken through yet," the messenger gasped, seemingly extremely unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "People in other directions are also working hard to fill the gap... We... we can wear him down..."

He didn't say anything more—to the tough northern soldiers, saying something like "wear him out" was almost a disgrace.

“No need to be surprised,” Viscount Cambida stepped forward, pressed the Earl’s hand down, and sighed. “We have long admired the Wrath of the Kingdom—even the White Blade Guards could not withstand his beastly frontal charge.”

“But… four minutes…” Count Levan’s expression turned grave: “That’s too much…”

“Arakka Mu—his power was part of our plan.” A steady voice came from behind on horseback.

Both Cambida and Lewandowski bowed in greeting.

“If he leads the charge, he can definitely help Prince Xingchen break through even further,” Grand Duke Lombard sighed as he watched the battle from afar on his warhorse.

"If they break out towards the fortress, the shock to the fortress will be even stronger... and the chances of our plan to lure out Satherre will probably be even higher—at that point, the morale of the fortress will no longer be a question of whether Satherre wants to send troops or not."

"What a pity. I don't know whose idea it was, but to have them launch a counter-attack to the north instead of the fortress." Grand Duke Lombard shook his head, his expression full of regret.

"Did that seven-year-old prince also agree to die like this?" Count Levan regained his composure and frowned.

“There’s no point in thinking about it,” Rumba said, shaking his head decisively. “We have no chance of taking the fortress now.”

“There’s another problem… As long as Mu has that bow, it will be difficult for the light infantry to exhaust him through sheer numbers,” Viscount Kambida frowned in thought. “The light infantry’s encirclement on the north side is not as tight as on the south side, and he could very well break through and stand right in front of us—that would be very awkward: how do we deal with Mu and that prince?”

“If the light infantry’s encirclement can’t stop him…” Count Levan’s eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice, “But he’s still burdened and can’t move freely in and out of the battlefield! Let the light infantry continue to hold them off, and bring back the main force that’s been prepared for the fortress—whether it’s the heavy infantry attacking or the heavy cavalry launching an indiscriminate charge from a distance, they can easily annihilate them…including Mu.”

“It’s not that we lack experience. With the battlefield skills of the Kingdom’s Wrath, he’s just as efficient at killing light infantry as he is at killing heavy sword infantry,” Viscount Cambida shook his head. “And even if he succeeds, he’ll likely take the life of that Star Prince as well. It’s not a good choice… I’m afraid we should make other plans.”

“Please let me go, my lord,” Lord Tuleha, standing behind Lumba, stroked a strangely shaped saber, bowed slightly on his mount, and his eyes gleamed with boundless fighting spirit: “I will definitely take back the bow that rightfully belonged to Exter from Mu’s corpse.”

"If we can't deploy our main forces... then the only one here who can stand against Mu is me."

Tuleha stared intently at the Grand Duke: "Use the Rising Sun Saber to counter the Immovable Bow."

Lumba stroked the sword at his waist, deep in thought.

“No, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Rumba slowly shook his head and refused after a dozen seconds.

"Even without that bow, Mu is still incredibly powerful."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Tuleha's eyes.

“After all, he has been fighting on the battlefield for half a quarter of an hour, and must already be covered in wounds, which makes him even more dangerous.” Viscount Kambida cautiously picked up where the Grand Duke left off:
"We all know the legend of that man—it's said that the Tower of the End was specially named after his mutated power of ending?"

Rumba raised his head and sighed softly:

"Yes—the Wrath of the Heavens, the power of destruction born for the battlefield."

Tuleha gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

The Grand Duke said quietly:

"The more they fight, the more wounded they become."

"The more it is injured, the stronger it becomes."

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When Thales came to his senses, he was surprised to see Arakka rushing backwards at full speed towards seven or eight people.

Without any protection on his side, he began his breakthrough again.

Facing the weapons in front of him, Arakka suddenly moved strangely.

This movement seemed to create a ripple in the air.

Thales, who was on his back, felt dizzy.

A sword sliced ​​through Alaka's breastplate, leaving a deep wound between his ribs.

A chain hammer grazed his raised right leg, taking away a piece of flesh and blood.

He forcefully deflected a military knife with the wrist guard on his right hand, sparks flying.

Lirok's giant axe swept across his suddenly turned head, the wind from the axe brushing past his ears.

A spear narrowly missed his thigh by a hair's breadth.

The last knife slashed horizontally into his unprotected left biceps, but not much blood splattered.

It looked as if Arakka had subtly moved, avoiding all vital points in the instant the weapons were aimed at him.

But Thales knew that this was by no means a simple "slight movement".

Arakka paid no heed to the number of wounds he had sustained; he charged forward with a fanatical expression, until he squeezed his way into the midst of the enemy.

"Kill him!" Lirok retracted his giant axe and gave the order angrily.

However, the slightly flustered Exter people were clearly unable to keep up with Arakka's pace.

The next moment, Alaka unleashed a deafening roar.

His right fist erupted with an astonishing heat wave, slamming into the swordsman's face.

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

The Exter people were howling madly.

Arakka laughed loudly, and the power of termination surged forth from within him, slamming his shoulder into the chain mace hand's shield with immense force.

The latter screamed and flew backward.

Kingdom's Wrath grabbed the chain hammer that had slipped from the opponent's hand, turned around and smashed it, knocking away a military knife that was coming towards the back of the head. The chain hammer flew back with undiminished force until it smashed into the enemy's head and dented it.

Amidst the splashing of red and white, Alaka turned again, accurately locking a knife with a chain, pulling the next enemy in front of him, and using his abdomen to block a longsword that followed.

The swordsman who accidentally killed his comrade froze for a second before Alakka grabbed his clothes and crushed his trachea.

Five Extermen fell instantly at Arakka's feet.

Li Luoke roared angrily and struck with an axe!
Arracca made an astonishing retreat, accurately avoiding the axe's trajectory. Thales, already dizzy from the rapid-fire fighting, nearly fainted.

But the next moment, an astonishing explosion came from within the Kingdom's Wrath.

He kicked off with his right leg, bursting forward like a swallow taking flight, charging back towards Rilok, who couldn't retract his axe in time!
Thales felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

Arakka placed his hands on the handle of the giant axe.

"I like your axe."

Thales faintly heard the Kingdom's Wrath's loud laughter and Lirok's desperate howl.

When he looked up again, he saw Alaka fiercely swinging Rilok's double-edged axe and smashing it into its original owner's face.

The latter flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Follow me!"

With his face covered in blood, Arakka swung his giant axe and roared at his comrades behind him.

Araka brandished his double-edged axe, charging into the crowd like a ferocious beast, carving a bloody path through them.

Wherever it went, blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere.

The commander's death and the ferocity of the Kingdom's Wrath threw the surrounding Exter people into chaos.

But the next second, the body of the Wrath of the Kingdom actually swayed!
He slammed his axe on the ground, panting as he looked at the rows of Exter men standing before him, their faces filled with hesitation.

Thales was taken aback: "Hey... Baron Mu, can you still hold on?"

“Just to break through a light infantry formation,” Alaka said, panting heavily, “we have to use this thing.”

"If only I were ten years younger... no, just five years younger..."

Thales was taken aback.

Just then, an unprecedented sensation... came from a cold, metallic touch.

It's that bow.

The big bow on Alaka's back!

As Arakka spoke, the large silver-black bow pressed against Thales' skin suddenly began to vibrate.

Thales shuddered.

In that instant, Thales felt a sudden burning sensation erupt within his body!
It was like a large bow suddenly being electrified with a tiny current.

It was as if she was rejecting his touch.

The next moment, exhausted, Arakka took a deep breath and shuddered.

The Exter infantrymen watched in disbelief as the Wrath of the Kingdom slowly rose to his feet, effortlessly swinging his great axe as if he had regained his strength.

“Those are the nostalgic days.” Alaka revealed a terrifying smile as he looked at the enemies before him with complex expressions.

The electric shock-like discomfort slowly faded from Thales' body.

Despite the discomfort caused by the large bow, Thales asked, "What is this?"

Arakka twisted his neck, revealing his murderous intent towards the enemy once more.

“These are the most incredible weapons in the world,” he grinned. “Each one grants the user a corresponding ability.”

Thales was startled and examined the large silver and black metal bow again: "A legendary anti-magic weapon?"

He suddenly realized that the bow had no bowstring.

“Yes,” Kingdom’s Wrath nodded, “Immovable Bow.”

"Then, what is its ability?" Thales asked in surprise, although he already knew the answer by looking at Arakka's reborn strength.

All that could be heard was a snort of laughter from Alaka:
"Perpetual motion".

Thales paused for a moment, then his expression changed drastically after he understood the meaning of the word.

Perpetual motion?

If it means the literal meaning... that's way too exaggerated!

A memory from the past surfaced.

"Archers have always been overpowered? -- Hey, what does that mean?"

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Hey, I just saw a post and got a little curious... Don't steal my mouse!

Thales shook his head, forcefully suppressing the flashback memories, along with the nausea brought on by the bloody smell of the battlefield, back into his body.

Jenard dealt with his opponent, pulled up the exhausted Willow, and stood on either side of Alarca.

Rolf followed behind them with a complicated expression.

The death of Rirok threw Exter's battalion into chaos, and the Fury Guard finally broke through the infantry's encirclement.

“Hey, you dual-wielding kid,” Alaka suddenly turned to look at Willo.

Willow jerked violently.

Three days earlier, this man had wanted to send him to the gallows.

"It seems you don't really look like a deserter," Alaka scoffed.

Willow's face lit up with joy.

"But your dual pistols are rotten."

Willow's expression froze again.

“Don’t mind it,” Thales smiled from behind Alarca. “That’s just how he says ‘thank you.’”

Alaka snorted coldly, swung his giant axe, and strode forward.

"Next time, let's get a pair of long and short guns," the voice of Kingdom's Fury came from ahead.
"Gun of the same length...that's incredibly stupid."

Willow was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and followed closely behind.

The Exter people in front of them were no longer as densely packed as before.

The army camp of Lumba is now in sight.

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A member of the Wrathguard roared as he plunged his sword into the body of an Exter soldier beside Arakka, simultaneously pulling the axe blade from his abdomen. He gasped for breath, glanced weakly at Arakka, and then collapsed.

Arakka trembled slightly, but without looking back, he broke through the last layer of enemies.

The remaining members of the Fury Guard and the mission finally broke through the encirclement.

The light infantry behind them, as if receiving some order, stopped pursuing the moment the enemy broke through the encirclement.

Before them, they could already see the Rumba family's densely packed army.

Thales looked up, still shaken.

"Are you sure this is our chance?" Alaka dropped the axe in his hand, tore the rope binding Thales, and asked silently.

“We have to gamble.” Thales landed on the ground, feeling the shifting balance, and gagged a few times. “We’re betting that Rumba won’t dare kill me.”

"The stakes are my life."

But he was immediately lifted up by Arakka, put back on his back, and continued forward.

Putila, covered in blood, rushed over from the rear and said wearily, "At least Lord Satherley no longer has to hesitate between His Highness and the fortress."

Thales grabbed Arakka's shoulder, nodded, and turned his head, suddenly seeing Ramon still in the group.

"He's still alive?" Thales frowned.

“Yes, although I saw him in danger several times, he was always lucky,” Putila said apologetically.

Thales exhaled through his nose, looking at Ramon, who looked shaken.

Knew it.

Putila continued, "And the Fury Guard suffered heavy losses, with nearly half of the mission's veterans also killed..."

Thales's face darkened.

He suddenly felt that Alakka, who was carrying him, also tremble.

“You'd better be right, little prince,” Alaka said in a low, unsteady voice.
"Just for you..."

He looked back at the wounded soldiers behind him, and the countless corpses behind them, with a grim expression.

Thales also turned his head and looked at the bodies of the Fury Guard soldiers falling in an almost straight line from far to near along Arakka's breakthrough path.

Three days ago, they stood solemnly with their hands on their sword hilts, locked in a tense standoff with Sonia and her Star Guard in the fortress.

Three days later, they never returned.

"You want me to prove to you—the most powerful warrior in the stars?" Alaka whispered.

Thales was taken aback.

"This is proof."

"I have never been the wrath of the kingdom."

Alaka frowned, his breathing quickening:
"All that exists is the Fury Guard and their sacrifice."

Arakka turned around and continued walking with the stunned Thales on his back.

The Iron Fist flag is just ahead.

“Don, Lothar, Gillian, Berland…” Alaka gritted his teeth and called out one name after another.

"Without them, I would have died ten thousand times over."

"They—past, present, and future, all the guards who risked their lives..."

"They are the real ones."

"Wrath of the Kingdom".

Thales lowered his head, his expression complex.

Just now.

"Wait!" Alaka suddenly shouted!
Thales was startled and quickly looked up.

Ahead of them, on one side of Exter's camp, a small but heavily equipped troop of soldiers marched out in neat formation.

Everyone looked up and gazed ahead.

The remaining Star People were immediately in an uproar; almost everyone was shocked.

"Damn it!" Ada punched Putilai, yelling, "What have you done?"

“What did we do? No, this is wrong,” Putila stared dumbfounded at the group of soldiers. “Everything today is wrong! It shouldn’t be like this!”

Ramon screamed and fell to the ground: "I knew it! Following this prince... it's just..."

Wyatt caught up with Thales in a panic: "Your Highness, please find cover immediately!"

Rolf, on the other hand, was so nervous that he was completely flustered and kept shaking his head.

In the crowd, Willow nudged Jenard beside him with a puzzled look: "What's that?"

"What is that?" Jenard frowned, and replied irritably, "The ferryman of the Hell River!"

Willow shook his head, looking completely bewildered.

Thales looked at everyone with a puzzled expression.

what happened?

That small group of soldiers...

"Arc Shield!" Alaka put Thales down and roared frantically, "Form the array immediately! Adjust the deflection angle!"

All the Star Soldiers moved frantically, and the Fury Guard and the fortress veterans quickly drew their shields... especially those that gleamed with a strange metallic sheen.

The soldiers lined up in layers, stacking their shields.

Although the Stars inherited the Empire's tradition and were accustomed to infantry formations, this formation was different from the ordinary Stars formations. This time, the formation was exceptionally dense, with only one row of soldiers, some crouching and some standing, completely blocking the direction of the small group of strange Exter soldiers in front of them.

Seeing all this, Thales, bewildered, asked loudly:

"What happened?"

"Who exactly were those soldiers?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

"You said you bet Rumba wouldn't dare kill you?" Alaka broke the silence, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Thales looked at Arakka's expression with surprise and suspicion.

“Looks like a failed gamble.” Arakka’s face darkened with anger as he pointed at the group of soldiers in the distance.

"Do you see what's waiting for us?"

Thales squinted.

He suddenly noticed that the soldiers were holding strange, heavy long strips, one in front and one behind, with one end pointing in their direction.

This posture...

His heart suddenly skipped a beat!
Arakka's low growl, barely containing his anger, rang in his ears:

“That’s… the Magic Gun Squad.”

Regarding updates, as I mentioned before, I'm currently preparing for exams, so updates won't be very consistent.

Although I am not a full-time author and will not be in the future, writing is just a hobby for me, but I don't have the habit of abandoning projects.

So if there's a hiatus in updates, there are only two possibilities: 1. No time to write. 2. Wrote a draft, read it through, thought it was terrible, and decided to delete and rewrite it.

In addition, it seems that many book lovers have come to the book review section because of the recommendation.

Yes, Wu Jian is very happy. After all, having more people is not a bad thing. As long as you always have empathy, communication can be a very pleasant thing.

To the authors who come to advertise, I can only say that I understand. However, since I haven't advertised in other book review sections myself, my understanding may not be accurate. But my thought is this: with such good writing skills, time, and creativity to write an advertising joke, shouldn't you also be able to use that time to write a good article, revise it well, and develop a good idea?
Wu Jian also read the other posts in the book review section. Well, apart from those urging for updates and those that only contained profanities, the other readers' posts all had their own merits. Wu Jian happily accepted some of the opinions, but for others, he vowed to defend to the death your right to speak.

Thank you to all the readers who have patiently listened to Wujian's stories, even though sometimes the stories aren't very pleasant to listen to.

By Wujian, who looked completely serious.

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(End of this chapter)