Final Lord

Chapter 272 Purple Pole Mountain

Soon, bags of grain and boxes of supplies were distributed to the people by the cave dwellers.

"This...this is for us?" A thin woman trembled as she accepted the food, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“It’s compensation,” the caveman said calmly. “You will soon be leaving Chainsland with Kate for a new home.”

The people looked at each other in bewilderment, and some whispered among themselves, "Viscount Hank has never given us a single grain of rice. He only sends tax collectors to our homes to rob us of our food."

“This lord is really very different from Viscount Hank.”

"I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light..."

With just one act of distributing supplies, Wang Bufu won over most of the people of the Shackled Territory. He didn't do anything particularly significant. He simply returned a small portion of what the farmers had been deprived of, and they were already deeply grateful.

It wasn't that Wang Bufu's methods were particularly clever, but rather that the powerful and influential people in the Shackled Leaders were utterly inhuman.

……

The Shackled Territory was very large, with a population of nearly a million. Unfortunately, some of the population had received word of Wang Bufu's arrival and fled.

Even so, it took twenty-five trips to empty the Shackles from the enormous Corpse Fungus Sky Island, which was as big as an island.

Twenty trips were made to transport civilians, and five trips were made to transport supplies.

The wealth of the Shackled Territory was extremely concentrated; 99% of the entire territory was in supply warehouses and the homes of the powerful and wealthy. This made things much easier for Wang Bufu. This wealth increased Wang Bufu's net worth more than tenfold.

Murder and arson bring wealth and honor; nothing could be more lucrative.

After removing the shackles, Wang Bufu gained over 800,000 human troops under his command.

Most of them were logistics personnel capable of generating enormous productivity, which perfectly suited Wang Bufu's needs.

Under Wang Bufu's orders, they all entered the small world and were received by General Ed, who had transformed into a cloud giant.

During the process of transporting the people to the Corpse Fungus Sky Island, Wang Bufu did not follow the entire process. Instead, he led his troops away early on and surrounded the Purple Extreme Mountain in the eastern part of the Shackled Territory.

……

Under the cover of night, Ziji Mountain was shrouded in an eerie silence. The pale blue moonlight pierced through the thin clouds, casting a cold, silvery glow on the rugged rocks. A thin mist hung in the air, as if countless wandering spirits were lurking in the shadows.

Wang Bufu stood at the foot of the mountain, his black robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze. His deep gaze swept across the winding mountain path before him, his voice low and cold: "Is this the place?"

The guide beside him, hunched over, nervously twisted the hem of his clothes with his rough fingers. "Sir," he said, "it's absolutely true. I...I used to be a transportman here, delivering supplies every week at 11 pm sharp." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing on his thin neck. "Those half-goat guards...are stationed at the pass halfway up the mountain."

Wang Bufu nodded slightly, the moonlight casting varying shades of shadow on his cold, stern face. He raised his hand and made a gesture, and the troops behind him immediately went into battle.

"The harpies will be in charge of the outer perimeter blockade," his voice was as cold and hard as iron, "The caveman army will advance in a fan shape, gradually compressing the encirclement."

"Yes, sir!" The orderly responses echoed in the night.

Sky blockade, ground blockade, phantom reconnaissance traps, step by step, steady advance.

Soon, Wang Bufu's troops located the half-goat man force halfway up the mountain. Through the shared vision of the cave dwellers, Wang Bufu spotted a dozen or so drowsy half-goat guards and mercilessly ordered, "Kill them!"

A piercing eagle's cry tore through the night sky, like the horn of death. In an instant, the entire battlefield erupted in chaos!

The giant cavemen hunters emerged from the shadows, their hunched bodies casting menacing silhouettes in the moonlight. Their cheeks were full, like the full moon, and the venom in their mouths gleamed with a cold, eerie green, poised to strike like the forked tongue of a viper.

"Fire!" At the command of Chief Shanpao, dozens of poison bullets shot into the air.

After a muffled thud, the poison bomb exploded, and a cloud of green poisonous mist spread through the air, followed by more mist that completely covered the area where the guards were located.

Toxins upon toxins, instantly reaching ten layers!
The paralysis broke out, and the affected half-goat guards foamed at the mouth and collapsed, convulsing.

The whirlwind eagles in the sky transform into silver lightning. With the help of their special skill, [Whirlwind Spin], their speed increases dramatically after each dive attack.

When the third layer of wind imprints was fully formed, their wings drew dazzling wind blades under the moonlight, and hundreds of wind blade arrows poured down like a torrential rain.

Just as a half-goat priest attempting to organize a defensive line raised his bone staff, he was simultaneously pinned to the ground by seven wind-blade arrows, his robes quickly soaked with blood.

The most terrifying of all are the masked banshees. Their figures appear and disappear in the night, and their [mask transformation] makes them appear as the most trusted allies in the eyes of the enemy.

A half-goat captain was shouting for his comrades to assemble when he suddenly realized that his "adjutant's" claws had pierced his chest. He looked down in disbelief as his "comrade's" face gradually contorted, eventually transforming into the grotesque, smiling face of a banshee.

The battle had become one-sided. The half-goat guards' prized illusion magic was utterly useless in the face of such a vast difference in strength.

Their lines crumbled like sandcastles battered by a giant wave. The ground was littered with convulsing corpses, poisonous fog filled the battlefield, and the surviving guards dropped their scepters and fled in all directions, but could not escape the rain of arrows from hawks and the claws of banshees.

Standing on the high ground, Shanpao watched the routed enemy, a sinister smile spreading across his ugly face. He aimed again at the last remaining half-goat priest still putting up a desperate fight. As the venom bullet left the bowstring, he cursed under his breath, "Taste this, you scum who dares to provoke the lord!"

puff!
The muffled thud of the poisoned bullet hitting the priest's chest brought the night raid to a perfect close.

The silence of Ziji Mountain returned, but this time, the air was filled not with mystery, but with the aura of death.

After the dust settled, Wang Bufu stepped onto the mountainside. His gaze was fixed on the last gathering place of the half-goat people.

The half-goat unit's lair—the Lame Sheep Pen—is now completely surrounded. There, the last vestiges of resistance from the half-goat race remain.

An old half-goat man with cloudy eyes sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, his withered fingers slowly plucking the patriarch's necklace made of ninety-nine bells.

His sunken eye sockets were filled with white mist, and charred burn marks remained at the broken, deformed ram's horns.

Each time the bell completes a rotation, the half-goat warriors protecting him tremble collectively—a ring of pure white mist tattoos on their bare skin flickers with each ring of the bell.

Wang Bufu looked at him carefully; a scarlet name was clearly visible above his head:

Evil Patriarch Sarando

"So it was you... the Evil Spirit Church." Wang Bufu revealed a smile of sudden realization: "No wonder Hank has both the followers of the Mother of Abundance and the God of Filth under his command. It's not surprising that the Evil Spirit Church is the mastermind behind it all."

(End of this chapter)