Spare Me, Great Lord!

Chapter 821: Goodbye

Chapter 821: Goodbye

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Tiger Back campsite was peaceful again after the bloody massacre. The floor was full of dead bodies and broken swords.

This was an inferno. It was a scene of devastation.

The bronze armored soldiers sat on the ground and rested. Even after killing the secret practitioners, they could not fully let their guard down as the large overseas organizations could still fight.

They had fought for a full day. Even Practitioners could not handle such high intensity battles. Everyone was thoroughly tired.

Some took off their helmets and vomited. This was the bloodiest day in their lives. They put their hands on the ground, but it was full of dead bodies and blood.

But to the Heavenly Network, they would be considered true warriors after this war. Every bronze armored soldier was valiant and dauntless.

Everyone was fatigued. They only wanted to have a good night’s sleep, even if they were out in the open with dead bodies beside them.

Chen Zuan took off his helmet. He was visibly frustrated. He spat on the ground and looked into the distance. “I’m done for.”

Cheng Qiuqiao, who was beside him, asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s confirmed,” said Chen Zuan. “I saw Brother Shu’s back just now. It’s definitely him. That was his tent. Qiuqiao, next year when you visit me, please burn a few comic books for me. Novels will do too. I’m scared that I’ll be bored down there...”

Cheng Qiuqiao said, “Don’t be so pessimistic. You think too darkly about Brother Shu. At most, you’ll be disabled...”

“Qiuqiao.” Chen Zuan calmly looked at Cheng Qiuqiao. “Don’t speak. I was just joking. But now that you say that, I’m suddenly scared...”

But it was a joke. Chen Zuan was very touched. In the past, he had done his missions alone. Class A aptitude geniuses always went on solo missions.

Nie Ting felt that they would truly grow and learn to rely on themselves only through completing missions alone in environments where they could not rely on anyone.

This was another lesson for Cheng Qiuqiao and Chen Zuan. They had learnt the meaning of working together.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the distance. The bronze armored soldiers were all alert. Someone shouted, “Can the flood of bronze still stand and fight?”

Crash! The bronze armored soldiers all stood up at the same time. They stood in their formation and waited. Their swords had broken, but not their spirits.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “All those who enter our borders will die!”

Before anyone could respond, a few wild boars ran past...

“What... what a waste of energy!”

“I don’t think that we need to kill wild boars...”

“Ha ha ha!”

The bronze armored soldiers sat on the floor and laughed out loud, as if they were laughing at their own sensitivity.

After an entire day of fighting, even the rustle of grass would alert them.

“Who shouted ‘all those who enter our borders will die’ just now? Go kill the wild boars now!”

“Go away,” said the person who shouted just now.

Out of the 20 thousand bronze armored soldiers, around 1700 had died and 5600 were injured. As for the number of enemies they had killed... it was hard to count.

But everyone knew that this war was far from over. It was not time to be happy yet.

The Practitioners from the logistics team camp arrived. They hurriedly set up tents and attended to those injured. After they took off the armor, the paramedics realized that the bronze armored soldiers had been severely injured. There were frostbite, burns, and even wounds from elemental attacks that looked very scary.

Everyone could not understand how these bronze armored soldiers had lasted the entire day of battle.

“Save the one beside me first. He’s weaker. I think he’s going to die,” said one of them as he was being treated.

“Go away. You’re not much stronger than I am. Brother, save him first. I’m fine...” Then, he lost consciousness.

The medical team was melancholic. All the bronze armored soldiers let others to be treated first. It was as if everyone was about to die...

The ground was evened out by an earth-type Practitioners. The dead bodies of the corpses were buried underground. The ground returned to a normal earthy color.

The tents were set up. There was the pleasant smell of food from the cookhouse tent.

The greatest benefit of having low leveled Practitioners do background tasks was that although they were not very strong, they were not a burden when they crossed over mountains with the rest.

The Tiger Back looked entirely brand new in just half a day. Metahumans of various types made full use of their abilities. Their efficiency was frightening.

But this was not the end. When the bronze armored soldiers took off their armor and waited for food, they realized that the logistics teams was planning to build a simple defensive base here.

The trees around the Tiger Back had been chopped down, widening their field of view.

Scouts from the Heavenly Network were now scattered among the trees. They were on the lookout for any movements all around.

If Lu Shu was here, he would be very touched. The Heavenly Network operated like a precise machine. The secret practitioners, on the other hand, were like fish in disarray. With this comparison in mind, it would not be surprising for the Heavenly Network to kill so many people with so little manpower.

The corpses of all the 1700 Heavenly Network Practitioners who had died were gathered. Everyone silently watched this. Yesterday, they were still very lively. Now, they had sacrificed themselves for their beliefs.

If they could choose again, they might still put on the bronze armor without any hesitation. They would shout, “All those who enter our borders will die!” They would run into the Changbai Mountains and overwhelm their enemies with grief and terror.

People did not just live one life. They lived through different chapters. Everything in those chapters was pleasant. You had the greatest courage, the most reliable comrades, and the most passionate belief.

If you were gone, never to return again, then so be it.

Lu Shu followed the secret practitioners and slowly walked. They would have to walk for another three days before they reached Port Artyom. He would find a new identity there and lie low. He would then find the culprit who was behind this and kill them.

Suddenly, Lu Shu heard a roar in the distance. It sounded as if thousands of people were singing a song. He listened carefully. It sounded like Farewell Song 1 .

A mysterious bravery could be heard in the tactful and sad lyrics. Lu Shu could almost see people choking as they tried to sing. They would then yell and tears streamed down their face, as if the sky was about to collapse because of this.

Outside the pavilion, along the old road.

Green, fragrant grass joins the sky.

I ask you, what time will you return?

Please don’t hesitate when it’s time to come back.

The song did not seem appropriate for the occasion, but Lu Shu understood.

Even so, he turned and walked towards the most dangerous place because he was the Ninth Heavenly King.