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Chapter 391 The long-suppressed excitement, this is the correct way to fight against the Ghost of Fate!
This exclamation instantly drew the attention of all the reporters, who all focused their gaze on Chu Kuanglan.

It was filled with astonishment and curiosity.

This fierce warrior, as imposing as an iron tower, was actually calling out "wife" to them?
Hua Jing, standing in the center of the crowd, froze upon hearing that familiar voice, her face instantly turning bright red, even her ears blushing.

She took a deep breath and mustered immense courage.

With her head down, she quickly walked out of the crowd.

Chu Kuanglan had already rushed forward in three steps.

Looking at Hua Jing, who walked up to him with a flushed face, he didn't feel the anger he expected, but only heartache and surprise in his eyes.

He instinctively reached out to touch her cheeks, which were red from the cold.

Concerned about the bloodstains that might be on his hands, he stopped his large hand in mid-air.

"Wife, what are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be in Dawn City?"

Chu Kuanglan lowered his voice, which was filled with urgency and worry.

Hua Jing blushed and explained, "I'm not really sure either. Nobody had heard any news before, but then they suddenly told us to come, so I came along."

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan gave a wry smile.

"This is the front line, a battlefield where we're about to fight to the death. It's very dangerous!"

Hua Jing raised her head, her clear eyes reflecting Chu Kuanglan's anxious face.

The blush on her face hadn't faded, but she became serious: "I know, I was prepared before I came, you don't need to worry about me."

She straightened her chest.

Try to make your voice sound more mature.

"I am a war correspondent from the Federal Arctic Theater Information Service's frontline documentary reporting team, and I have my duties."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Arlene walked up from behind with a grin, put her arm around Hua Jing's shoulder, and winked mischievously at Chu Kuanglan: "Hey, Captain Chu, that's not a very nice thing to say! Our Xiao Hua's safety is the responsibility of our Information Bureau's security team, you don't need to worry about it. Besides..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, looking at Hua Jing with a mischievous grin, "Our Xiao Hua went through so much trouble to apply to join the war correspondent team just so she could be closer to you. Don't say anything that might dampen her enthusiasm."

Chu Kuanglan was speechless after hearing what Arlin said.

Looking at Hua Jing's eyes, which were both shy and anxious yet unusually stubborn.

All the worry turned into a helpless sigh.

In the end, he couldn't do anything about her.

He raised his rough, calloused hand covered in tiny scars, and this time without hesitation, he gently and clumsily rubbed Hua Jing's head, which was covered by a thick winter hat.

His voice was deep and solemn: "Then you must stay close to the guards and be extremely careful. Don't wander off, understand?"

"Understood, Captain Chu!"

Arlene eagerly answered, grinning as she hugged the still shy Hua Jing and dragged her into the line of reporters.

"Let's go, Little Flower, don't keep them from doing their business."

Once back in the crowd
A burst of good-natured laughter immediately erupted in the group of reporters.

They had heard perfectly clearly what Chu Kuanglan called Hua Jing.

Hua Jing was being held by A Lin, her face flushed and her head buried, not daring to look around.

My face felt burning hot, but my heart felt as sweet as if it were soaked in honey.

After all, Chu Kuanglan's way of addressing them was tantamount to making an official announcement in front of their colleagues.

Chu Kuanglan looked at Hua Jing's shy appearance.

He couldn't help but grin foolishly.

Just then, several more figures walked out of the command center.

Fang Qingyu's Starry Crystal combat suit was spotless, and his expression was calm.

Wei Banmeng was as cold and aloof as frost.

Lu Jiuyuan looked at Chu Kuanglan with a mischievous smile.

"Hey, Captain Chu, is this all settled?"

Lu Jiuyuan stepped forward and nudged Chu Kuanglan with his elbow, glancing in Hua Jing's direction as he teased her in Chu Kuanglan's tone.

“We heard that ‘wife’ call clearly from inside.”

Fang Qingyu's lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at Chu Kuanglan.

Chu Kuanglan scratched the back of his head. The usually ruthless general on the battlefield showed a rare hint of naivety and embarrassment.

He nodded: "Yes, before I went to the City of Injustice last time, I told her that if I, Chu Kuanglan, came back alive, I would propose to her. And she said yes."

"Good lad." Lu Jiuyuan yelled and pounced on Chu Kuanglan, his arm expertly locking around Chu Kuanglan's neck and tightening his grip, feigning anger.

"Well, you've got some nerve. You proposed, something so big, and you kept it a secret. You didn't even invite us brothers for a celebratory drink. If you dare not invite us to your wedding, you'd better watch out!"

Chu Kuanglan was being strangled and winced, but he didn't resist at all. Instead, he chuckled foolishly, "No way! Absolutely not. I've already made a deal with Jing'er. Once this damn war is completely over, we'll have a grand and glorious wedding! Then..."

He looked around at Fang Qingyu and the others, his eyes sincere.

“None of you can escape. You all have to be my best man and Jing’er’s bridesmaid.”

The wind and snow seemed to have their chill lessened by this display of iron will and tenderness.

It quietly dissipated amidst the rare, joyful laughter of everyone, filled with anticipation for the future.

Hua Jing heard Chu Kuanglan's words from afar.

Although she was too ashamed to look up.

But he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth high.

After a brief, heartwarming interlude.

The somber bugle call sounded again from within the stronghold, piercing through the wind and snow.

"Assemble—!!!"

The 60,000-strong army quickly disengaged from its rest period.

Whether they were leaning against the bone wall with their eyes closed, resting, or excitedly wiping their weapons.

Or perhaps a warrior sleeping soundly wrapped in the skin of a demon.

Response at a moment's notice!

A torrent of deep blue and dark gray swept through in a very short time.

They gathered again on the large open space that had been cleared at the entrance of the stronghold.

This time, there was a special tail at the back of the line.

War correspondents.

Perhaps it was the presence of their cameras that inspired them.

Perhaps the army is about to embark on its final journey to the Bone Kingdom.

The soldiers appeared exceptionally spirited.

The reporters, carrying heavy equipment, had fingers that were stiff from the cold, but they excitedly kept pressing the shutter.

Click!Click!
The camera captured this magnificent and solemn scene of departure.

The battle flag of the Dawn Starry Sky fluttered in the wind, and the cold light gleamed on the soldiers' weapons.

Faces etched with determination and fighting spirit.

Chu Kuanglan, carrying his signature greatsword, stood at the forefront of the Dawn First Battle Group.

His gaze swept across the group of reporters, pinpointing Hua Jing's location precisely. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

He even puffed out his chest deliberately.

He gestured with his chin toward Hua Jing, indicating with his eyes: "Take a few more pictures, they're handsome!"

Hua Jing was looking at him through the telephoto lens, and was both amused and exasperated by his sudden showing off. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him a few times through the wind and snow.

This heartwarming little interaction was keenly observed by Arlene, who was standing nearby.

This immediately drew a few good-natured chuckles from the reporters.

"Set sail—"

With a deafening roar from Ji Wuyai.

The heavy footsteps rolled again like muffled thunder.

The torrent of deep blue and dark gray, braving the increasingly violent wind and snow, surged deeper into the icy plains, toward the seventh stronghold of the Fates.

The reporters, protected by twenty elite guards, followed closely behind the main force.

Watching the army ahead maintain its high speed and orderly advance despite such harsh conditions.

The reporters were all filled with trepidation.

"This speed is too fast!"

A veteran reporter, panting, struggled to keep up with the group and whispered to team leader Chen Tao beside him, "They just finished a tough battle, and now they have to march quickly to the next battlefield and immediately throw themselves into combat. The physical and mental strain they're under is probably beyond our imagination."

Team leader Chen Tao nodded solemnly.

More than an hour later.

In the wind and snow, the menacing outline of the Seventh Stronghold was faintly visible on the gray-white horizon.

It was a fortress built from countless white bones and black rocks.

The army halted several miles from the stronghold.

Fang Qingyu's figure rose silently into the sky, his starry eyes deep and unfathomable.

He surveyed the outpost below and the vast ice plains surrounding it.

A moment later, he landed, and his voice clearly reached Wei Banmeng and Ji Wuyai's ears: "No high-level beings, proceed as planned."

The order was issued instantly.

"First through fifth battle groups, flank from the left!"

"Sixth to Tenth Battle Groups, outflank on the right flank!"

"The Frostbone Fjord Mixed Corps, Central Breakthrough!"

"Block the outer perimeter, intercept and slaughter the routed troops, kill—!!!"

The deafening shouts of battle tore through the howling wind and snow.

The 60,000-strong army was like a red-hot iron, fiercely piercing into the cold butter.

In an instant, the entire perimeter of the stronghold was torn to shreds.

The reporters were escorted by the guards to a relatively safe high ground, their cameras and lenses already pointed at the battlefield.

However, this is what you see through the viewfinder.

This left all the experienced war correspondents shocked and bewildered.

The anticipated fierce resistance from the demons and the bloody battles fought by human warriors, resulting in a brutal tug-of-war between the two sides, did not materialize.

Appearing in the shot.

It was a complete and one-sided massacre!

The Dawn Warriors were seen working in groups of three or five, their teamwork was impeccable.

Amidst the flashing blades and shadows, fellow ghosts of the same rank are often severed in a single exchange, their limbs severed and vital organs pierced.

A peak second-tier Dawn Warrior, his longsword imbued with intense blood and qi, fiercely slashed at a life demon, also at peak second-tier and as large as a bear.

The tyrant roared and swung his giant claws to block, but the expected clang of metal on metal did not occur.

The blade flashed like it was cutting through rotten wood, and the giant claw, along with half an arm, instantly detached from the body and flew up.

The warrior moved with lightning speed, his blade flashing upwards, and the tyrant's ferocious head soared into the sky.

Blood splattered everywhere, but the martial artist didn't even glance at it, already lunging towards his next target.

The movements are smooth and flowing.

And in this massacre...

Chu Kuanglan's figure was undoubtedly the most dazzling focus on the battlefield.

Like a ferocious humanoid beast, it charged at the very forefront of the entire central breakthrough cluster.

The giant sword felt weightless in his hands; with each sweep, swathes of life-destroying ghosts in the fan-shaped area in front of him were sent flying backward.

Blood and shattered bones and internal organs were splashed in the air.

He doesn't need any fancy moves; it's pure brute force.

Wherever it went, it carved out a bloody path paved with the remains of the dead.

He also let out a deafening roar.

It is both a morale booster and a way to encourage morale.

It was more like he was declaring his bravery to someone on the high ground behind him.

"Oh My God"

Arlene's hand holding the camera was trembling slightly; she forgot to press the shutter button and muttered to herself.
"Is this really a ghost? This is completely different from the battles we've filmed before!"

"Invincible among those of the same level. Even crushing them."

An elderly reporter with gray hair standing next to him spoke in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Haven't the demons always been the ones who suppress humans of the same level with their stronger physique and strange abilities? It takes several people to work together to kill one with great difficulty. But here, it's completely the opposite!"

Hua Jing's camera closely followed Chu Kuanglan's ferocious figure.

Watching him wield his greatsword, watching him be unstoppable, watching him fight a bloody battle.
Her heart was pounding.

His fingers, however, remained incredibly steady, continuously pressing the shutter button.

At this moment, I felt both professional composure and a surge of inner pride.

She only wanted to see the most courageous and fearless side of this man.

Record it forever.

The battle ended faster than expected.

In just over two hours, tens of thousands of ghosts within the stronghold were completely wiped out.

The roars subsided completely, leaving only the heavy breathing of the human warriors and the shouts of those clearing the battlefield.

Smoke and the thick, pungent smell of blood filled the air above the stronghold.

The reporters put down their equipment and looked at each other in bewilderment.

They both saw extreme shock and a kind of immense excitement after the initial bewilderment in each other's eyes.

"Casualties. Have you seen any dead?"

Team leader Chen Tao took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and asked with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

Everyone shook their heads.

"On my side, I only saw a few people with minor injuries. They were bandaged up and then rushed back up."

"I think I saw a warrior get splashed on the arm by the Ghost of Fate, burned, but didn't die."

"Me too, I haven't seen any casualties."

They quickly compiled the information they had observed.

They eventually arrived at a conclusion that made their hearts race.

In this battle to capture and defend the stronghold, tens of thousands of dead were annihilated.

The Dawn Alliance, with an army of 60,000.

The cost was only three dead and hundreds slightly wounded. Tens of thousands to three!

This casualty ratio shattered the journalists' long-held perceptions of the war of life and death.

They are used to reporting the heavy sacrifices behind victories.

They were accustomed to depicting the fall of heroes with a tragic and heroic style.

However, this victory, so pure it bordered on massacre, brought no pity.

It was more like an unbridled ecstasy!

"Quickly! Organize the materials! Back them up! Encrypt them!"

Chen Tao's voice rose with excitement, cracking slightly, "These images! These data! Once sent back, they will absolutely! Absolutely shock the entire Federation! Let everyone see! The Fate Demons are not invincible! We humans can also wage such a crushing battle!"

The reporters snapped out of their daze and frantically began checking their equipment.

His face was filled with an indescribable excitement.

They had already foreseen the storm these materials would unleash.

However, just as the journalists were immersed in the excitement of recording the victory and envisioning the future...

The urgent, low bugle call sounded again within the stronghold.

Woo——woo——woo——

Immediately following this were shouts from officers of all ranks:
"Assemble! Everyone assemble!"

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

"Grab your spoils and get ready to go!"

The soldiers had just finished fighting and hadn't even had a chance to sit down and catch their breath.

Without a single complaint, they immediately reassembled with astonishing efficiency.

The tide is a mix of deep blue and dark gray.

They quickly surged toward the base's exit.

The reporters were all dumbfounded.

Where are we going?

Arlene grabbed a Dawn Warrior who was running out carrying a piece of Fate-Binding material and asked urgently, "Wasn't the stronghold already cleared?"

The young soldier looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

His face still bore the flush of battle and a hint of childishness, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He stopped, his chest puffing out unconsciously, and with a pride that came from his very bones, he explained quickly, "Of course we're going to clear out the next stronghold! Didn't you notice we haven't suffered any casualties? Everyone's in great shape! Fang Shen said speed is of the essence in war. Before those beasts can react, we need to hurry up and smash the rest of their bones in one go! Hehe!"

Without waiting for Arlene's reaction, he shouldered his spoils.

They quickly merged into the surging torrent.

Only a group of reporters were left bewildered in the wind and snow.

"The next outpost?"

A reporter repeated blankly, subconsciously glancing at team leader Chen Tao.

Chen Tao watched as the silent yet swift army set off again, merging into the wind and snow.

The initial shock on his face slowly turned into understanding, followed by deeper respect and a burning passion that was ignited within him.

"He's right. They don't consider this current victory as the end. Their goal is to strike at the heart of the enemy! To the Bone King's Court! Follow! Everyone follow! Record all of this! Record how this iron army tears through the darkness!"

Urged on by the guards, the reporters quickly followed the army forward once again.

This time, their feelings were completely different.

The initial shock and bewilderment were replaced by a subversive excitement.

For a long time, their reporting on war has always been accompanied by sacrifice and heaviness.

They were accustomed to describing the cost of victory in a somber tone.

That feeling of frustration was like a huge boulder pressing on my heart.

Today, after witnessing a crushing victory with almost zero casualties.

After watching this army fight tirelessly in continuous battles.

Something called hot blood erupted violently from their bodies.

The march and battles that followed.

It was as if the accelerator button had been pressed.

The eighth stronghold was surrounded by the main force and captured in an hour and a half with overwhelming force.

Reporters' cameras captured the soldiers overwhelming the enemy lines like a tidal wave.

The awe-inspiring moment when Chu Kuanglan's giant sword cleaved through the gate of the Ice Rock Fortress.

The ninth stronghold was strategically located, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

General Ji Wuyai personally led his elite troops, piercing through the defenses like a sharp knife.

With the swift incursions of the Dawn Legion on both flanks, the entire region was wiped out in two hours!

Reporters captured images of the old general's white hair stained with blood.

The heroic figure of the horse-slaying sword shattering the head of the Frostfang Beast.

At the tenth stronghold, on the boundless ice plains, the Ghosts attempted to use their numerical advantage to launch a field ambush.

As a result, they were defeated by the Dawn Legion's tight battle formation and the steadfast defenses of the veterans of Frostbone Fjord.

It turned into a one-sided hunt and annihilation war.

Just two hours and fifteen minutes.

The wasteland was then covered with the corpses of the dead.

When the iconic command tower at the center of the tenth stronghold, built of countless bones, collapsed with a deafening roar, signaling the complete elimination of the penultimate outer stronghold, the entire army erupted in thunderous cheers!
The soldiers' tired faces were filled with immense excitement and pride.

They patted each other on the shoulder and shared the life beads and materials they had captured.

The stronghold was filled with the clamor of victory.

The reporters were equally excited, weaving among the soldiers and the mountains of corpses, greedily capturing every moment of victory.

Hua Jing's camera panned across Chu Kuanglan.

He was leaning against a broken bone wall, gnawing on cold jerky to replenish his strength.

He was talking and laughing loudly with Lin Kang and Haozi next to him.

His face showed a look of unbridled pleasure.

Hua Jing couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to press the shutter, Chu Kuanglan seemed to sense something, suddenly turned his head, accurately found her lens, grinned, revealing his white teeth covered in bits of meat, and even made an awkward peace sign.

"Stupid."

Hua Jing spat softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

But it still clicked.

Freeze this moment.

Chu Kuanglan strode over as soon as he saw Hua Jing finish taking the photos.

The greatsword was casually stuck in the frozen ground at his feet.

"Tired?"

He softened his voice, which was filled with concern.

Hua Jing shook her head and waved the camera in her hand: "I'm not tired. Watching you fight is like cutting melons and vegetables, it's easier than walking for us. What's there to be tired about?"

She looked at the blood and ice shards smeared on Chu Kuanglan's face.

She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it off for him, but then felt embarrassed and her hand stopped in mid-air.

Chu Kuanglan chuckled and offered his face closer, saying, "It's alright, wipe it off. It's all animal blood, a bit dirty, but not poisonous."

Hua Jing blushed and glared at him reproachfully.

But she still took out a clean tissue from the pocket of her thick winter coat and carefully wiped the dirt off his face.

Chu Kuanglan lowered his head slightly, letting her do as she pleased.

He looked tenderly at her face, which was so close to his.

"Hehe, I got it! I got it!"

Arlene had somehow come over again.

He held up his camera and started snapping photos of the two of them.

"A love story on the battlefield! Definitely headline news!"

Hua Jing was so embarrassed that she quickly put the tissue away.

Chu Kuanglan didn't care at all; instead, he proudly puffed out his chest.

Just then, Fang Qingyu and the others walked out from the command post that had been temporarily cleared out.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the army that was resting and the last shadow in the direction of the Bone King's Court in the distance.

He gently patted Chu Kuanglan's shoulder, who was grinning foolishly.

"Alright, it's almost time. Let's go to the last place."

Chu Kuanglan immediately suppressed his smile, his expression instantly becoming stern and focused.

He mouthed to Hua Jing, "Let's go, wife."

Hua Jing nodded vigorously, suppressing all her worries and reluctance in her heart.

He waved his fist at him, signaling encouragement.

Arlene grabbed Hua Jing's shoulder and half-dragged her back to the reporters' group, saying with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "Alright, alright, put away your love-struck brains. This is the last big show, hurry up and shoot some good stuff. This is the final battle on the road to the Bone King's Court!"

The reporters quickly composed themselves and picked up their equipment again.

Following the departing army, we were filled with unprecedented excitement and anticipation.

Heading towards the bone-bound royal court at the end of the snowstorm, we embark on our journey once more.

at the same time.

Just as Fang Qingyu's army was about to set off for their last stronghold.

Inside the command hall of the eleventh stronghold.

The light here is dim, and lamps burning with green flames are embedded in the walls, casting a dozen or so twisted figures, some sitting and some standing, onto the rough bone walls.

They come in various shapes and sizes; some are covered with thick shells and resemble giant scorpions.

Some resembled withered wood entwined with eerie green will-o'-the-wisps.

Without exception, they all exuded a powerful and terrifying aura.

In the center of the hall, an old ghost with a hunched back and a face covered with layers of wrinkles like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree was reporting in a hoarse, dry voice.

"Reporting to Your Majesties, according to the feedback from the array patterns, the current progress of blood energy condensation is only 21%. It is still 79 percent short of the minimum threshold required to activate the gate. Converted into the life essence of low-level bloodline ghosts, at least three million more need to be sacrificed."

This number made the atmosphere in the hall even more tense.

The withered sage continued, "However, apart from Fang Qingyu's route, which has provided us with considerable progress in terms of Qi and Blood through its incredible speed of advancement, the progress on the other human advance routes is slow! Shi Gandang and Zhao Haifeng's forces are lagging behind and have encountered resistance far exceeding expectations. They have suffered considerable casualties, but the number of low-level soldiers they have killed is far below expectations."

It paused, its voice growing even lower: "If we rely solely on other routes to slowly replenish the supplies, the time required to fill this enormous 79% gap will likely far exceed our initial predictions and the limits of what our tribe can tolerate."

"Therefore, I humbly suggest that all low-level bloodline troops that are not yet entangled by humans on other fronts be immediately mobilized here, regardless of the cost, and gathered here as the last kindling!"

After it finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the faint crackling sound of the pale green flames burning could be heard.

"To concentrate three million low-level beings here?"

A member of the royal family, whose skin was covered in dark blue rock and who resembled a short, stocky fortress, spoke in a deep, gruff voice, his tone tinged with doubt, "With such a large number of troops, can Fang Qingyu's army handle them?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Beside him, a member of the Destiny King clan, whose body was covered in thick black oil and whose shape resembled irregular mud, let out a sneer.

"Pfft."

He interrupted the giant rock spirit: "Fourth brother, aren't you underestimating Fang Qingyu a bit? Three million low-level soldiers are intimidating when piled up, but in the face of absolute power, they are nothing but chickens and dogs! Have you forgotten? He is the only human in recent centuries to have successfully cultivated the Invincible Technique."

"When it comes to killing regular soldiers, their efficiency is probably even more terrifying than we imagined! I'm worried."

The Lord of the Swamp wriggled and gurgled, "Could it be that Fang Qingyu, in order to preserve his elite troops, simply ordered a temporary halt to the attack, waiting for the slow-moving human alliance to come up and gnaw on this tough nut together?"

"If this drags on, we can't afford the wrath of the clan!"

These words struck at the deepest anxieties of all the royal family members.

They weren't afraid that Fang Qingyu was good at fighting, they were afraid that he wouldn't fight!

The longer it drags on, the less patience the clan will have.

Although everyone here is royalty, they cannot withstand the wrath of their clan.

The atmosphere in the hall became even more oppressive.

“What the swamp said makes sense.”

Seated at the head of the table, the tallest member of the royal family, with a head like a mammoth but three pairs of scarlet compound eyes, slowly spoke, his voice deep and rumbling like muffled thunder.

"We must ensure that Fang Qingyu enters this place and makes him feel confident that he can quickly devour this great gift we have prepared, so that he will not retreat easily. At the same time, we must keep the casualties of his men within an acceptable range."

This requirement sounds almost contradictory.

After a brief silence, a member of the royal family, shrouded in shadow and with an erratic voice, coldly said, "Then there's only one way. We'll stay and oversee things personally."

The hall fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

If they wanted to gather, they could indeed gather over a hundred members of the royal family.

That's equivalent to hundreds of fourth-order digits!

This force is something we're definitely not afraid of.

But the problem is
Fang Qingyu has the ability to kill them instantly.

If they really try to stall them together, even if they do manage to hold them off, who can say for sure that they won't die at Fang Qingyu's hands?

During the last ambush, only two of the four returned.

The two who died were killed instantly.

And they were the noble royal family of the Ghost King.
No one wants to die.

The hall fell silent instantly.
Until quite a while,

The leading mammoth king opened his three pairs of scarlet compound eyes and spoke.

"Lord Black Duke, it's been confirmed with the other brothers."

"This is the final plan, and it cannot be changed. Gentlemen, prepare to welcome our guests. For the sake of the royal family, for the opening of the doors!"

"For the royal court! For the opening of the gates!"

Inside the hall, a dozen or so members of the royal family, regardless of whether they still harbored fear, were present.

At this moment, they could only suppress all distracting thoughts and roar in unison.

They knew that the final bloody feast was about to take place at this last stronghold, the Gate of Broken Ridge.

And they are the organizers of the feast.

They could also become offerings at a grand feast.

(End of this chapter)