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Chapter 606 War of All Races Against Humanity

Zhang Qi's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves in the hearts of the tribe's leaders.

war……

These two words seemed to carry immense power, causing the air in the dimly lit stone house to freeze.

The village chief's weathered face instantly lost its color, and even the bravest hunter leaders in the tribe trembled involuntarily as they held the animal bone cups.

“Sage…you mean, what happened last night…was just the beginning?”

An elderly hunter asked in a hoarse voice, fear gripping his heart like vines.

"good."

Zhang Qi's gaze swept over the crowd.
"I searched their souls. The newcomers claimed to be the Undead, and were locked in a stalemate with a large tribe called 'Flame.' In order to break the deadlock, they split off small groups of troops, intending to slaughter smaller tribes and turn the dead into their soldiers to sustain their war effort."

Those were just miscalculations…

His words seemed to lower the temperature inside the stone house to freezing point.

"Then...then we..."

The village chief's lips trembled, and for a moment he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Run away!"

A slightly younger hunter suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with panic.

“We are no match for them! Our Pan tribe has only just begun to enjoy a good life. There’s no need for us to risk everyone’s lives for a piece of land! We’ll migrate south and stay far away from them!”

His words resonated with some people, whose survival instincts led them to tend to avoid him.

However, many others remained silent, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Escape? Where can we escape to?"

A burly man with scars all over his arms slammed his fist on the table and growled.
"This is our home! It was built brick by brick by the Sages who led us to build it!"
Our fields are here, our children were born here, and our dead loved ones are buried here! Are we to surrender all of this like stray dogs, to those inhuman monsters?

"But if we don't leave, we'll all die!"

"It's better to die in battle than to live on your knees!"

The sound of arguing instantly filled the stone house, and panic and bloodlust clashed violently in everyone's hearts.

In the end, all eyes were drawn to the man who remained calm throughout.

The village chief stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhang Qi: "Sage Qi, please lead us! You gave us a new life, and now, please teach us how to protect all of this!"

"Please lead us!"

All the hunters knelt down on one knee in unison, their eyes burning with determination.

Zhang Qi nodded. He could crush that so-called undead army with a single finger, but it would be meaningless.

He could not protect the tribe forever. In this cruel era, the only way to survive was to rely on the power he himself possessed.

He has given them the seed; now, it needs a bloody and fiery nurturing to allow the seed to truly take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree.

"it is good."

He uttered only one word, yet it instantly put everyone at ease.

"Pass the order."

Zhang Qi's voice became steady and powerful.
"All the elderly, women, and children, along with enough food and water, were moved to the stone cellars in the center of the tribe for refuge."

All adult men, take up your weapons, climb the watchtowers and the walls, and form a defensive line.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the hunters whose faces were grim with anticipation of the impending bloody battle. With a flick of his wrist, dozens of weapons appeared out of thin air on the ground.

As the black and white yin and yang energies appeared in Zhang Qi's palm, they evolved into the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams...

The weapons then floated up, and countless runes flew around and were engraved on them, accompanied by a pure and sacred aura.

"These are what I prepared for you. I made some slight modifications, and now they are the best nemesis against the undead."

The hunters picked up the weapons with awe, feeling a warm power coming from their palms, dispelling the chill and fear in their hearts, and replacing it with boundless courage.

The night of the second day was longer and more oppressive than ever before.

In the forest, the chirping of insects and roars of beasts that belonged to the night all disappeared, replaced by a chilling silence.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble slightly, as if some enormous creature was rolling underground.

"coming!"

The sentry on the lookout tower let out a piercing scream.

The next moment, at the edge of the dark forest, countless scarlet lights lit up, like millions of eyes opening in hell.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding and a deep roar, countless dark figures surged out of the forest and charged towards the Pan tribe.

They were twisted creatures, some humanoid and some beast-like. Without exception, their bodies were mangled and rotten, revealing stark white bones, and their empty eye sockets burned with scarlet ghost fire.

Ghouls! The lowest rank of the undead, yet also the most numerous cannon fodder.

Judging from the freshness of these guys' bodies, they were obviously freshly made.

However, the hunters of the Pan tribe did not panic in the face of this surging army of death.

They gripped their silvery longbows tightly, their eyes sharp as eagles.

"put!"

With a command, hundreds of arrows, shimmering with holy light and trailing silver flames, streaked across the night sky like a meteor shower, striking precisely into the horde of ghouls. There were no screams, only the hissing sounds of purification. Wherever a ghoul was struck by the arrows, silver flames ignited at the wound, flames that seemed to be the bane of filth, rapidly spreading throughout its body and turning it to ashes as it ran. A single volley cleared a large clearing in the ghoul tide.

"it is good!"

Seeing that the weapon was effective, thunderous cheers erupted from the city walls. The hunters' morale soared, and they drew their bows and fired again.

Faced with such a dense enemy force, they didn't even need to aim; every arrow could take a filthy life.

However, after several rounds of arrows, although the tide of ghouls was contained, there was no sign of it retreating.

Zhang Qi stood in the shadow of the watchtower, looking into the depths of the forest. The real test was only just beginning.

Sure enough, from behind the army of ghouls, a warhorse, entirely black with green ghostly flames burning on its hooves, slowly emerged. On its back sat a knight clad in heavy black armor, wielding a massive runic magic sword.

Death Knight!

The moment he appeared, a chilling, despairing, and suffocating aura rippled outwards from him. Under the shadow of this dark halo, the surrounding ghouls seemed to be injected with stimulants, their speed and strength suddenly increasing several notches, roaring as they charged at the defensive line even more frantically.

The warriors of the Pan tribe, however, felt their bodies sink, as if their strength and speed were being bound by invisible shackles and began to rapidly dissipate.

The number of arrows and the frequency of attacks visibly slowed down.

Following behind the Death Knight, several necromancers dressed in black robes raised their bone staffs, orange-red flames illuminating the staff heads as several enormous fireballs rapidly formed.

At this critical moment, a slender figure leaped off the city wall.

It's punishment!

She moved with the agility of a moonlit fairy, her short blade flashing in the air, tracing incredible paths as she precisely sliced ​​the sides of the incoming fireballs.

The raging fireball was like a tamed wild beast, easily guided and redirected by her, crashing into the horde of ghouls behind it!

The violent explosion unleashed a towering wave of fire, instantly engulfing hundreds of ghouls and clearing a large vacuum zone.

At the same time, another figure, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, suddenly burst out from the tribe's gate!
Gu held the "Breaking Formation" spear, his whole being seemed to merge with the spear, without any superfluous movements, just the simplest forward charge and thrust.

However, every time he swung his spear, he carried an indomitable and domineering aura. Wherever the spear tip passed, the ghouls were torn to shreds, and he actually carved out a straight road in the endless sea of ​​corpses!

The Death Knight's crimson eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, instantly locked onto the audacious human.

He let out a non-human roar, urging his nightmare warhorse to transform into a black lightning bolt and charge straight towards Gu. The power of death coiled around the demonic sword, transforming into invisible chains that enveloped Gu from dozens of meters away.

However, a powerful, furnace-like aura suddenly erupted from Gu's body!

The crimson light shot into the sky, instantly breaking through the chilling power of death!
He suddenly leaped high, his body rising to cover a distance of dozens of meters, advancing instead of retreating, and met the charging Death Knight with a single shot!
"clang!"

The collision of the spear and the demonic sword produced a deafening roar.

A fourth-tier undead creature was evenly matched with a novice human boy, and the fight was evenly matched and difficult to determine!

The Death Knight grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. The human boy's strength exceeded his expectations, and what was even more troublesome was that the boy's control over that power was superior to his own.

But just as he was focusing all his attention on Gu, a ghostly figure that was almost one with the darkness appeared silently behind him.

It was a punishment! She seized this fleeting opportunity created by Gu Zao and launched a deadly surprise attack!
The Death Knight noticed the attack but remained unmoved, even somewhat amused.

Such a weak fluctuation of power, yet it dares to break through his armor forged from the wails of countless souls? A fool's dream!
However, the disdain on his face froze the next moment.

Xing's attack, though not particularly powerful, was concentrated to its extreme, like an indestructible steel needle that precisely pierced the weakest point in the connection between his protective negative energy and his armor!

"Click——"

With a soft, crisp sound, a tiny crack appeared on his seemingly indestructible armor.

This is impossible!

Gu Ziran did not let go of this miraculous opportunity created by Xing. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he poured all his strength into his spear, letting out a deafening roar. With all his might, he thrust the "Formation Breaking" spear out, accurately hitting the crack!

"boom--!"

A terrifying force exploded on the Death Knight's chest, shattering his sturdy armor instantly, and gushing out dark green blood.

Seeing their leader, the arrogant Death Knight, killed by two teenagers working together, all the warriors of the Pan tribe were in an uproar!
"antiquity!"

"punishment!"

Shouting the names of the two heroes, their hearts brimming with boundless pride and fighting spirit, they launched a desperate counterattack!

After a fierce battle that lasted all night, the last ghoul was slain as the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Humanity emerged victorious.

Although everyone was exhausted and covered in bruises, their eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

That was the pride of protecting our homeland, the joy of conquering death.

Even more remarkably, under the extreme pressure of life-or-death battles, some entirely new power awakens within their bodies.

Gu leaned on his spear, panting heavily. He could clearly feel that something inside him seemed different.

A strange feeling, as if he could control some kind of invisible "field" around him if he wanted to.

As the tribespeople cleaned up the battlefield and cheered for their victory, a troop of cavalry slowly approached on the distant horizon. They were well-equipped and spoke with composure, clearly a regular human army.

When they arrived outside the Pan tribe and saw the devastated battlefield and the mountains of corpses and ghosts, everyone was speechless with shock.

The leading general dismounted, and when he saw the corpse of the Death Knight, pierced through the chest by a spear, he couldn't help but gasp and cry out in horror:

"A fourth-tier death knight! This...this is a monster capable of unleashing a cataclysmic disaster! It...it just died here like that?"

What exactly is the origin of this remote human tribe?
(End of this chapter)