MMB Chapter 84 A remarkable young man has emerged in Jiangcheng
Chapter 84 A remarkable young man has emerged in Jiangcheng
The great war is over.
The last demon warrior fell in a pool of blood, black blood flowing like a river, intertwining with red blood.
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it presents an eerie and tragic beauty.
On the battlefield, everyone stopped what they were doing.
The Night's Watch soldiers stood frozen in place, gripping their still-dripping swords, as if they hadn't yet recovered from the fierce battle.
The soldiers slumped to the ground, panting heavily.
Some people didn't even care about the bloodstains on the ground; they just lay down and looked up at the sky.
The people of Jiangcheng, far away, cautiously emerged from their hiding places and tentatively approached the city wall.
At first there were only a few people, then dozens, hundreds, and finally tens of thousands.
When they saw the Night's Watchmen and soldiers covered in blood on the city walls, everyone stopped in their tracks.
Then, someone cried.
"We...survived?"
A middle-aged woman covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
Her husband was drained of his life force and turned into a dried-up corpse when the great formation was activated.
She thought she wouldn't survive, but she pulled through.
"We survived! We all survived!"
A young man hugged his companion, laughing and crying at the same time.
"Jiangcheng is still here! We are still here!"
An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, knelt shakily on the ground, his hands clasped together, muttering incantations.
Cries, laughter, and cheers mingled together, echoing under the blood-red sky.
Cao Keyuan stood on the city wall, watching this scene, his eyes welling up with tears.
He was the garrison commander of Jiangcheng Town, a peak fifth-tier expert who had fought battles his entire life and was accustomed to life and death.
But at this moment, he couldn't hold back anymore.
It's not because of weakness.
It's not because it's difficult, but because it's so hard.
"We survived," he murmured to himself. "Jiangcheng survived."
Director Zhou stood next to him and adjusted his glasses.
His glasses were covered in blood and dust, but he didn't wipe them.
"But the losses are too great." Director Zhou's voice was soft, tinged with bitterness.
"At least 100,000 people, and that's a conservative estimate."
Cao Keyuan remained silent.
One hundred thousand.
The number echoed in his mind, like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
One hundred thousand lives.
They were just ordinary people; they hadn't done anything wrong; they just wanted to live.
But they all died because of the Heavenly Demon Clan's conspiracy.
"One hundred thousand!" Cao Keyuan gritted his teeth.
"We'll settle this score with the Heavenly Demon Clan sooner or later."
"Sooner or later?" Old Zhang walked up from the city wall, carrying a blood-dripping sword in his hand, his expression somewhat displeased.
"If you ask me, we should charge in now and wipe them out completely."
"It's a pity the spatial rift has closed!"
"What's even more regrettable is that I'm not strong enough! I can't rush into the Demon Clan's plane to avenge them!"
Cao Keyuan glanced at him and said with a wry smile, "Old Zhang, you still have injuries."
"Injuries?" Old Zhang looked down at the wounds on his body; they had already scabbed over.
"What's this little injury? I can fight for three days and three nights!"
"We don't have enough Heavenly Demons to kill!" Old Zhang said, getting angrier and angrier.
"My bottleneck was almost loosened, and I was just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the sixth rank. Then the Heavenly Demon disappeared! Can you believe how infuriating that is?"
Director Zhou couldn't help but laugh.
"Old Zhang, if those brothers who sacrificed their lives heard you say that, they'd crawl out of their coffins and come after you for what you said."
"That's perfect!" Old Zhang exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"Crawl out and fight the Heavenly Demons with me! Let's slaughter them all the way to the Demon Realm!"
Cao Keyuan and Director Zhou exchanged a glance and both smiled.
After the laughter, there was silence again.
"Honestly," Cao Keyuan sighed.
"Jiangcheng suffered enormous losses this time. Ten thousand lives were lost, countless houses were destroyed, and martial artists were killed or wounded."
"But it's not without its advantages." Director Zhou pushed up his glasses, his voice low.
"At least all five major families are finished."
Cao Keyuan's eyes flickered.
The five major families.
The core strength of the Jiangcheng family.
The Li family of Li Wanshan, the Zhao family of Zhao Wuji.
The Sun, Wang, and Zhang families, although they managed to turn back in time during the great battle, were also among the three families that managed to do so.
However, almost all of their top fighters were killed or wounded.
In particular, all three fifth-tier family heads were also killed.
The five great families, ever since the death of the Ye family patriarch who was on good terms with the military and the Night Watch.
This has been a burden on the Night Watch and the military for the past few years.
They monopolized resources and bribed martial arts masters.
For the sake of the overall situation, Cao Keyuan and Director Zhou
They dared not touch these powerful families.
For the sake of a few resources, one can only swallow one's anger and compromise at every turn.
At that time, the military and the Night's Watch were not powerful enough to dare to turn against each other.
They did not want to waste their precious resources on internal strife.
Those strange beasts got the better deal.
but now!
The Li family is finished.
The Zhao family is finished.
The masters from the Sun, Wang, and Zhang families were also captured in one fell swoop.
The remaining collateral branches and sub-branches couldn't make any waves at all.
"From now on," Cao Keyuan's voice was a little strained.
"Jiangcheng can finally unite as one to fight against the alien beasts."
Director Zhou nodded without saying anything.
In the distance, the surviving residents took out their phones and started a live stream.
They wanted to record this moment.
The moment Jiangcheng survived.
The camera was focused on the battlefield.
Corpses littered the ground, black blood, red blood, collapsed buildings, and tattered flags.
Then, the camera focused on one person.
The person walked out from the center of the square.
His clothes were tattered and covered in blood, making it impossible to tell whether they were his or the demon's.
But his steps were very steady.
Every step was firm and powerful.
His back was ramrod straight, and his head was held high, like a drawn sword.
Ye Feng.
All the cameras were pointed at him.
All eyes were on him.
In his left hand, he held a huge severed hand.
The hand was larger than his entire body, covered in black scales, and blood was still seeping from the severed wound.
The hand of a half-step eighth-tier Heavenly Demon.
Ye Feng walked to the highest point of the city wall and raised the severed hand high.
"Jiangcheng will prevail!"
His voice wasn't loud, but at that moment, everyone in the entire Jiangcheng heard it.
silence.
one second.
two seconds.
then
"Jiangcheng will prevail!"
"Jiangcheng will prevail!"
"Jiangcheng will prevail!"
The cheers were like a mountain roar and a tsunami, echoing over the city.
Those who were just crying are now shouting.
Their voices merged into a torrent, breaking through the blood-red sky and soaring into the clouds.
Cao Keyuan stood on the city wall, looking at the young man with his severed hand raised high, his eyes filled with emotion.
"Jiangcheng," he murmured to himself, "has produced a remarkable young man."