Tempest of the Battlefield

Chapter 674 - Farewell Party

Chapter 674: Farewell Party

Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

Even when Wang Tong had displayed tremendous strength, the immortals were still convinced that Patroclus would achieve victory.

The rise of any nation or race would require a hero and violent struggles. Despite the difficulties ahead, the Immortals didn’t waver; they believed that Patroclus would be able to defeat Wang Tong and restore their influence.

Dimalis had returned to the moon to help Patroclus with his orders. Based on the arrangements that Patroclus had made, it was evident that Patroclus was not too optimistic about the current situation. The queen was dead, and the Zergs no longer under the immortals’ control. This meant that the Immortals’ expansion had practically halted. It was not only the Zergs that the Immortals were losing control over, they were soon going to lose much more.

The humans would not tolerate the Immortals’ existence, and the only hope for them to survive was in Patroclus’ victory against Wang Tong.

Thanks to the large number of forces that the immortals still controlled, they were somehow able to contain the situation. However, Harmon reckoned that many difficulties still lay ahead. Without the Zergs, the source of new Immortals had been cut off. Although Harmon wagered that Patroclus must have ways of cloning Parasite Zergs, it went against the grain of Patroclus’ philosophy, so Harmon doubted that he would do so.

“Thank you for your support over the years,” Patroclus said calmly. He had finished all that he needed to do, and now, he just simply had to wait for the battle to start. He turned around and started off as his divine generals watched wistfully.

After a few moments, he arrived at a cemetery and stopped at his father’s tombstone. Although everyone knew that Andrews was dead after the battle, no one knew how he had died.

Patroclus gazed at the gravestone thoughtfully. “Father, I have done it. I have eliminated the Zergs from our world as you told me to. Next, I am going to fight for myself. I have created the Immortals, and I won’t let them die out. House Dower will never fail again.”

Many things had changed ever since that fight, and what happened then was no longer important. Time would be the judge of everything he had done.

Looking at his father’s tomb, Patroclus’ lips thinned to a smile. A gust of wind came up; Patroclus felt as cold as the stone under his feet.

According to other people, Patroclus had murdered the once prosperous and powerful House Dower, but in the eyes of Patroclus, House Dower had never died; it was reborn in the form of the Immortals.

House Dower was the pioneer in improving human genes. Some of their early experiments were met with strong opposition; the birth of the Ivantians was considered highly controversial as well. However, fast forward a few centuries, the human world not only had accepted the gene editing technology, but House Dower had also become a synonym with the word “technology.” It took the human world two hundred years to embrace the Ivantians, and Patroclus knew that it would take the humans much longer time to accept the Immortals.

Were all members of House Dower crazy geniuses? Perhaps. If Patroclus were a bold and daring leader, his father was an exemplar of recklessness.

During the fight with his father, Patroclus didn’t actually deliver one strike at his father. Knowing that his son was on the right track and he would not give up so easily, Einherjar Andrews had killed himself in front of his son.

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Meanwhile, on Earth, Wang Tong was having a party with his friends from all three major planets. Some had recommended him to respond to the party until after the fight, but Wang Tong refused. It was what it was, and he doubted that he would be able to improve his cultivation in just a few short days.

Wang Tong had done all he could do, so he decided to spend the rest of the days until the fight with his friends, celebrating the good times they had.

Ever since Wang Tong was a kid, he had a dream of inviting all of his friends to a kick-a*s party where they could eat and drink until the end of time.

Right now, he felt like he was living his childhood dream.

Old Fart patted Wang Tong’s shoulder wistfully. “Is this all you can dream of? What about world peace?”

“Haha! You are asking too much. I am quite content with all the food and drinks.” A master of the court put in.

“Haha, maybe. Haha...Bah! I think I am getting drunk!” Wang Buting laughed as he watched Wang Tong’s joyful face. Suddenly, he was gripped by guilt for not giving him a proper upbringing.

If Wang Tong were confident in his victory, he would not have partied like there was no tomorrow. Everyone knew what his crazy party meant that it was a farewell.

“Sh*t, is that really you, Wang Ben? You are fat!” Karl laughed.

“Buzz off! I gained muscles, unlike you.” Wang Ben said as he scanned Karl from head to toe.

“How dare you criticize your supervisor? Haha! ” Karl laughed out loud. Since Karl was promoted to the rank of General, he technically was one rank higher than Wang Ben.

“Cool! Do I sense a competition going on here? Haha...” Wang Tong laughed.

“How about let’s see who has more notches in his belt, Wang Ben? I bet you are still a virgin! Haha!” Karl threw another banter at Wang Ben.

“Karl, shut up! ” Wang Ben heard a musical voice come up from a corner of the room. He rubbed his eyes to see who that was.

“Lumi?” Wang Ben murmured in disbelieve. The shy girl had grown up to be a confident and attractive young woman.

“Haha! Wang Ben is blushing!” Karl shouted, and everyone laughed with him.

Wang Tong watched his friends as his heart was filled with joy.

“Sisters and Brothers, I want you to know why you are here today. We are celebrating Wang Tong’s victory in his upcoming battle. Patroclus will have his a*s handed over to him on a platter! Haha! ” Karl shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Although Wang Tong is not as powerful as me, I do trust him alright,” Apache said with a smirk. His sarcastic comment had garnered more laughter than Karl’s foolish banter.

“Wang Tong, I believe that you already have a plan. I hope you are successful!” Zhang Jin said.

“Thank you, sister Zhang Jin. Thank you for saving me out of Norton. Without you, I would still be trapped in that damn place, eating Zerg meat every day.”

“Well, I sometimes wish I hadn’t saved you. ” Zhang Jin shook her head.

“What?”

“Hehe... I should have stayed with you on Norton, and we could have lived happily ever after.” Zhang Jin said without giving showing a hint that she was joking.

“Haha! I am honored!” Wang Tong laughed and then upped his glass to drain the last of its content.

Li Shiming and Porten were also invited to the party. After they had shared a few cups of drinks together, they were already talking and joking with each other like old friends.

“Kill that SOB! I can’t wait to go to the moon and hug an Ivantian girl. They are the best!” Porten said candidly.

“Let me know if you need any help! I want you to win, for the sake of my sister. Haha!” Li Shiming laughed and then?patted Wang Tong’s shoulder friendly.

“Haha, sounds like I don’t have the permission to die yet.”

The party lasted for hours, and Old Fart was the first one to leave. Although he wished to stay longer, sleepiness was gradually claiming him.

Ma Xiaoru didn’t interrupt Wang Tong even once when he was talking to his friends. She knew that tonight might very likely be the last time they would ever see Wang Tong again.

“Mr. Wannabe, how is the drink?” Charcoal asked curiously.

“Not bad…pretty good actually!”

Zachery was lying. As a super Einherjar, he could no longer exist in the world in a solid form, much less taste anything of this world. In order to witness Wang Tong’s victory, he had spent the last of his soul essence to appear in the world as a shadowing image.

“I’m kind of getting bored. Let’s play chess.”

“Sure! Mr. Wannabe, aren’t you worried about Master at all? My data shows that the two of them are equally powerful.”

“The outcome doesn’t matter to them.” Mr. Wannabe answered abruptly.

“Fine, fine. But I don’t want to play chess with you. You suck at it.”

“Bullsh*t! I am a super Einherjar. That means I will beat anyone at anything.” Mr. Wannabe rebutted.

That night, Wang Tong passed out after midnight, and he was carried to his room by his equally drunken friends.