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Chapter 472: Victory or Death!

Chapter 472: Victory or Death!
The repeated pulling and tugging around the four-sided defense line.

"The activation of the Holy Grail was the right thing to do."

In line with the world's will to survive.

"The earth is rapidly recovering."

This land, which is gradually being purified, has become a natural buffer zone.

The monsters instinctively didn't want to set foot on this land.

There was no large-scale invasion, nor the frenzied influx that followed the breach in the defenses; instead, there was only a constant tug-of-war around the defensive line.

"Take up an inch more land, pollute it, and then keep pushing forward."

On the broad front, amidst repeated tug-of-war, a single phrase appeared frequently.

"For the great heroes!"

In that most desperate moment, a furious roar.

"It is the right thing to accept more people who have lost their homes."

The constant attrition, if relying solely on the survivors whose eyes are numb and who only retain the last glimmer of light, gathered from this barren land, is devastating.

"Unable to sustain."

The descendants of those who once fled their homeland have returned to this world.

Regardless of the reason.

Perhaps it's not so much because of those empty, grandiose, but frequently mentioned phrases.

"For hope!"

Everyone knows that the city's founder, the great hero, often shouted incomprehensible words like "For hope!"

"Perhaps it's for the sake of hope."

In the trench, a middle-aged man with a stubble beard was praying devoutly.

"God help me, help me get back alive, Maria, Maria is about to give birth to my child!"

It's not only things that are too grand to describe that can be described as hope.

In the midst of the horrors of war, these chaotic and inconspicuous thoughts were captured by a bright flash of light.

In the pitch-black depths of the sea.

The waves surged.

But the light on that towering lighthouse never went out.

"Bright and warm."

………….

Four fronts.

On the side of Hope City, there are exactly four combatants who can participate in the battle.

The most conservative approach was adopted.

"The God of Radiance, the Forest Maiden, the Ancient Dragonborn, Xiao Yang."

The God of War was taken over by Xiao Yang.

Without any calculation, Xiao Yang directly accepted the challenge from the most powerful opponent in this critical situation.

This set a good precedent for their cooperation.

"The God of Radiance chose that divine abomination."

"The forest girl confronts the greedy stomach."

"The ancient dragon descendant soared into the sky towards the direction of the Ghost Cave."

Perhaps because they sensed the arrival of Xiao Yang and his group, even harsher words were uttered.

The already difficult battlefront became even more precarious.

"A frenzied surge."

The evil gods do not care about the lives of their followers.

Such a terrifying scene made it seem as if the final moment had truly arrived.

"How to do!"

"How can I survive?!"

Until the brilliant light streaked across the sky.

An ancient dragon, as massive as a mountain, roared in and crashed into the Ghost Cave's defenses like a giant cannonball.

That interdimensional treasure, refined with countless efforts and resources, a ghostly city floating in the sky, was smashed to the ground.

The swollen mountain of flesh struggled to climb from the distance, confronting the scarred girl in the sky.

A radiant light descended.

Countless dazzling rays of light pierced through the pitch-black sky formed by the gathering of the dead, and a cold figure raised his dazzling longsword high.

"The gods have descended."

Exhausted figures crawled out of the trenches, excitedly watching what was happening before them.

Of course, Xiao Yang wouldn't be absent. It's just that his entrance wasn't nearly as imposing.

Crimson armor, wielding a massive battle axe, appeared on the battlefield at some unknown time, without making any further moves.

He simply raised the axe in his hand high.

"Just like an ordinary soldier."

or.

"An ordinary adventurer?"

At least that's how Xiao Yang himself felt.

Unfortunately, at the moment he appeared, everything came to a standstill because of his presence.

The densely packed, dark blue figures, the Salvation Army gathered in the trenches, all paused at this moment.

Cheers, a dense, overwhelming roar of cheers.

These voices came from the Salvation Army behind them.

"A great hero!"

The shouts were fervent and desperate, even trembling.

It felt like I had become a superstar.

Xiao Yang didn't particularly like this kind of scene.

But given the current situation, it seems there's something to say?
"What do you want to say!"

"I got it!"

Finally, Xiao Yang, still somewhat concerned about his image, turned to the side, his hand still holding the Dark Battle Axe high, and uttered the simplest and most classic sentence.

"For hope!"

This one sentence attracted a fervent following.

"For hope!"

Okay, now it's time to get down to business.

Turning his head, his gaze fell upon the dense mass of dark blue figures in front of him, meeting one of their eyes.

A figure clad in magnificent armor came into view.

The armor was so ornate that every inch was engraved with intricate patterns.

Wearing such armor makes one look like they're attending a ostentatious display of power, rather than engaging in combat.

Ultimately, Xiao Yang chose to move forward.

Alone, he strode forward into the deep blue tide before him.

This choice would put him at a certain disadvantage, as it would mean that he was deliberately abandoning the help of the Salvation Army behind him in this fight.

Although these fanatics are of little use in the war of gods, they can still be used to wear down the dense shadows of war.

Left and right are a kind of assistance.

However, Xiao Yang voluntarily gave up such assistance.

"reason."

"The Dungeon King is always the one who takes the initiative to advance!"

Of all the battlefronts, Xiao Yang's actions actually caused the least commotion.

Compared to the Radiant God whose light spreads in all directions with a wave of his hand, the ancient dragonborn was already enormous and awe-inspiring enough.

Xiao Yang's figure was inevitably thin and frail.

Turning around, aside from that formulaic, classic sermon...

And so I turned and walked forward.

The shadows of war around him scattered in a flash, making way for Xiao Yang.

The Salvation Army behind him shouted excitedly, trying to keep up with Xiao Yang's pace.

However, the Shadow of War was not so friendly when facing the Salvation Army, and the frenzied battle resumed.

They ultimately failed to keep up with Xiao Yang's pace.

If I had to describe this scene in one sentence...

"He turned and left, as if he had made up his mind, without a trace of regret."

With the arrival of the great ones in the City of Hope.

This invasion and probing has reached its final climax.

Soon, Xiao Yang may return from the depths of the wilderness once again.