Longzang

Chapter 904 How about we talk?
As the breach in the wall was completely sealed, the horde of Flame Demons retreated like a tide. Wei Yuan felt the pressure ease, and looking around, he saw that there were no Flame Demons standing around anymore. The area within ten feet of him was covered with the corpses of Flame Demons, and blood flowed continuously into the city, forming small streams and rivers.

Countless powerful sorcerers looked at Wei Yuan with some fear and dared not approach.

Wei Yuan used his divine sense to examine himself and discovered that his body was already covered with the blood and flesh of the Flame Demon, layer upon layer, with fresh blood poured on top of the old before it had even dried. Now Wei Yuan could no longer recognize himself; even his eyes were bloodshot.

After a while, sporadic cheers finally broke out in the fortress. Most of the power shamans were sitting on the ground, too exhausted to even stand up. The cheering power shamans looked around, and their voices gradually faded.

Outside the fortress, a somewhat lonely figure appeared, walking step by step, holding a corpse that Wei Yuan somewhat recognized in his hands.

Approaching was the Molten Dragon. As it drew closer, Wei Yuan could see through its blood-soaked fur that the Molten Dragon was carrying the corpse of the Flame Tiger!

Even the Wild Witch has perished?
Molten Dragon returned to the fortress without speaking. He silently and gently laid down Flame Tiger's corpse, then removed the three Flame Demon heads from his waist and placed them beside Flame Tiger.

The other three Wild Witches stood by, silently watching Yan Hu's corpse, their eyes filled with a sense of shared sorrow.

The atmosphere was oppressive, like stagnant dark clouds hanging over everyone's heads, as if only one final flash of lightning was needed for a torrential downpour to come.

After a moment of silence, Ronglong said, "Notify Yanhu's family to return his body and belongings to them. All my military merits in this battle will be attributed to him."

In this battle, Yanhu killed two Yan Yao at the peak of the Yu Jing realm and one ordinary Yu Jing Yan Yao, achieving extremely high merits, more than he had in the past one or two years. Moreover, Yanhu had no accumulated military merits, most of which were distributed to the fallen soldiers as compensation, so he was mostly penniless.

The other sorcerer, his eyes filled with sorrow, slowly said, "I'll contribute half."

The other two shamans also contributed considerable military merits, roughly enough to cover Yanhu's salary for thirty years. These merits, when converted into money, would be enough to support a small tribe's stable development for a century.

But a shaman in charge of military supplies suddenly said, "Lord Yanhu... seems to have no family."

Ronglong was taken aback and said, "How come I remember he had a son?"

The quartermaster said, "Yanhu killed Tianwu's grandson to avenge his son. This was originally done secretly, but his son, coveting the path and reward promised by Tianwu, actually reported his father! Lord Yanhu applied for the position of Fengmang because of this, and gave up two previous opportunities to transfer. If he were still alive, he would probably not want to have any further contact with his current family."

"So that's how it is. It seems I forgot." Molten Dragon gently rubbed his forehead.

"Lord Yanhu is heartbroken, so..."

The dragon remained silent for a moment before saying, "Then let's refine the physical body and send it into reincarnation."

One of the ancient sorcerers hesitated for a moment and said, "But in that case, he will not be able to maintain the cause and effect of this life. When he is reborn, he will be a completely new sorcerer, and he will no longer be related to this life."

After a moment of contemplation, Ronglong said slowly, "That's for the best. If there truly is an afterlife, he won't have any more entanglements with his family, nor will he know that such a fortress exists in this world. Otherwise, given his personality, he might encounter it again a few hundred years later."

The shamans felt a chill of autumn wind and a nameless sorrow rising in their hearts.

The Molten Dragon looked at the Flame Tiger's corpse and slowly nodded. Several powerful shamans then worked together to lift the Flame Tiger's body and place it on a small altar. Afterward, the shamans sprinkled combustion-aiding powder all over the corpse and poured oil on it.

Only with the aid of fuel and the power of sacrifice can the Fiery Tiger's physical body be completely refined.

Once the Flame Tiger's physical body is completely reduced to ashes, he will sever all ties with this life. Even if he is reborn and awakened through secret methods, he will not be able to return to this life. At that time, the Flame Tiger will become a blank sheet of paper, and everything will start anew.

A shaman suddenly said, "Send a message to Jitian City and report today's battle situation! The lord has nine heavenly eyes; even if they are all blind, he can't ignore a report delivered to him, can he?"

Molten Dragon spoke slowly, occasionally pausing for a moment, saying, "The report was sent up simply to ask for aid, to have them send new reinforcements and new Wild Witches down."

"That's how it should be. If we fight two more battles like this, even if Nine Eyes himself came, he wouldn't be able to hold this fortress!"

Another shaman, with a sinister look, gritted his teeth and said, "Boss, aren't you afraid of Nine-Eyed? Why don't we lure it over here and kill it? That way, you can take over the position!"

The dragon's head seemed to be hurting even more. He frowned and said, "Sending Nine Eyes to send reinforcements is just handing him a knife, giving him the opportunity to frame the shamans he doesn't like and then send them here to us."

A shaman sighed, "Yes, that's how we came to be."

Another shaman said with a wry smile, "Recruiting power shamans to provide support is just a way for him to make money. Whoever offers the least amount of money will be sent over." The Molten Dragon said slowly, "Let's not talk about that. Let's send the Flame Tiger first."

After the body of Yanhu was disposed of, the eight priests knelt down at the eight directions of the altar and activated it. As the sacrificial power surged in, flames instantly ignited on the small altar.

However, this fire, powerful enough to melt steel, couldn't burn the Flame Tiger's physical body; it only slightly singed its fur. To completely refine the Flame Tiger's physical body, the dragonfire of the Molten Dragon was still needed.

Molten Dragon stepped forward, about to make a move, when suddenly his expression changed, and anger appeared on his face.

A giant claw descended from the sky, gently scooping up the Flame Tiger's corpse, and then said with a mocking tone, "How can such a fine physical body be burned so easily? If you don't want it, I still have a great use for it!"

Upon hearing this voice, all the powerful shamans trembled and involuntarily knelt down.

Then a colossal creature appeared in the air. It had the upper body of a human and the lower body of a beast, with four claws. Only four eyes were visible on its head, all of which were fixedly staring at the molten dragon, observing its every move.

The three ancient sorcerers also knelt down together, saying in unison, "Lord Nine Eyes!"

Of all those people in the arena, only the Molten Dragon stood still. Perhaps we should add half another one: Wei Yuan.

Upon seeing Jiu Mu appear, Wei Yuan immediately leaned against the wall and pretended to be severely injured. Since he was far away, he went unnoticed.

A flicker of confusion crossed the dragon's eyes, then it asked, "What do you intend to do with the Flame Tiger's physical body?"

“Make something out of it, like a decorative piece or a puppet. Even if you don’t make anything out of it, it’s good to keep it in the warehouse as spare material.” Nine Eyes said, while staring intently at the Molten Dragon.

The dragon's voice grew increasingly slow as it said, "Flame Tiger died in battle; you have no right to touch his body."

Nine Eyes said with a mocking expression, "Anyway, he has no family, so this body is ownerless, and I can naturally take it. Even if he has family descendants, I can still requisition it if I want. What, can you object to my decision?"

"I..." Molten Dragon suddenly forgot what he was going to say next.

Nine Eyes' gaze sharpened, and he suddenly tossed the Flame Tiger's corpse to him, saying, "Fine, since you want this corpse so much, then it's yours!"

Molten Dragon was startled, and subconsciously took Flame Tiger's body. The confusion and daze in his eyes dissipated, and he regained his clarity. But after regaining his clarity, his expression became very ugly.

Nine Eyes sneered and said, "I found out your secret after all, didn't I? I knew you wouldn't stay put for the past few hundred years! Actually, if you had been able to endure it just now, I really wouldn't have had any good solutions. At most, I would have refined Yan Hu's body, then trapped his soul inside, tortured him day and night, and then invited you to visit him from time to time. But now I don't need to go through all that trouble."

Molten Dragon regained his composure and said, "Flame Tiger died in battle. If you do this, then I won't be able to lead this army."

"So what? Are you going to just stand by and watch the Flame Demon flatten your edge? Even if you can disregard your hundreds of years of hard work, these thousands of Power Witches have been with you for hundreds of years, many of them nurtured from the initial stage to perfection. Can you bear to watch them all be killed by the Flame Demon? You can't bear it, right? Hahahaha!"

Nine Eyes laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. The three kneeling shamans trembled slightly, on the verge of exploding, but the Molten Dragon remained still, ultimately daring not to truly unleash its power.

The dragon's voice slowed again: "I really can't bear it, but..."

Nine Eyes suddenly stopped laughing and said, "I'm taking the Flame Tiger's physical body with me; it can't just be burned like this. The replacement Wild Witches and warriors will arrive within three days. During these three days, I'll keep an eye on this area and won't let the Flame Demon succeed again. However, it seems you've produced a remarkable little genius here..."

As Jiu Mu spoke, his gaze swept across the entire fortress, finally landing on Wei Yuan!
Wei Yuan immediately saw five more points of light appear on Jiu Mu's body, one of which was particularly bright in the center, radiating a light that could see through everything, not only the present but also the past and cause and effect.

Caught off guard, Wei Yuan was completely exposed by that gaze, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly, knowing that things would not end well today.

No matter how confident he was, he knew he couldn't escape from the Heavenly Witch's clutches. In the end, he would only bite back before he died, and see how hard he could bite.

Fortunately, I now possess the celestial artifact [Compassion]. With this spear in hand, I can fully unleash the azure energy of millions of people in a single strike, and then unleash the Celestial Twilight with the power to make even the Heavenly Witch feel disgusted for a very long time.

But Wei Yuan suddenly noticed that Jiu Mu's expression was also gradually becoming unpleasant, and it was no less unpleasant than his own.

Nine Eyes stared at Wei Yuan for a long time, his smile still on his face, but it looked more like a grimace. He looked at Wei Yuan and tentatively said, "This powerful sorcerer, how about we talk?"

(End of this chapter)