Chapter 607: All of You Stay Behind

"Oh! Are these truly the weak and ignorant natives they spoke of?" For the audience in White Pigeon Square, the war was already over.

Because the spell projection had been completely shut down, anyone could guess they would never broadcast the scene of the two great families fleeing in such panic.

"Oh! Weren't these fellows said to be filthy and base, living in a land of ignorance and darkness?" Several knights of the Golden Gryphon Knights stared in daze; this was entirely different from the image they had been told.

What they beheld instead, upon that remote, ancient land long forgotten by men, was the magnificent and dignified grace of white garments, the heroic passion of donning white robes instead of armor upon the battlefield; that flash of blood-red, the frenzied figure charging at the absolute forefront; and those wondrously strange divine mirrors, the fleeting glimpse of the thunderous great cannons; that silhouette in white with a long sword before whom ten thousand armies retreated...

They saw that upon another vast continent, there existed a completely different splendor!

It was by no means a group of ignorant, benighted people living in misery, waiting for salvation.

"Oh! Those damned fellows, using such low tricks again to gloss over their aggression and fool these ignorant people, but clearly, this time they are about to run out of lies!" In the alley behind White Pigeon Square, a cloaked figure murmured in a low voice.

"Praise them, if our former kingdom could have possessed even half of such strength, we would not have come to..." Another person's tone carried a trace of envy and excitement, his voice growing so loud it seemed to draw attention from the surroundings, causing him to hurriedly lower his voice, "Oh, forgive me, I was too excited."

"Let us go, brothers, we too are about to enter the battlefield. That damned big-mouth (Luther) actually keeps claiming he wants to bring divine light to the elves..."

"We must give him a taste of his own medicine this time! Let them know the power of our Underground Council!"

"I hear many brothers from the Council have already gathered here..."

"Oh! For the descent of the dawn!"

"To say goodbye to the smelly gutters and the rock-hard black bread!"

"Hahaha! Your ideals should be loftier, brother."

"I am not like you, haha, I grew up in the slums after all..."

"..."

The voices drifted further away, finally vanishing into the alleyway.

And by this time, Owner Fang, who had been watching in White Pigeon Square earlier, was already nowhere to be found.

...

Yet for the cultivators of Lingzhou and the Desolate Sea Realm, their war was far from over.

"They want to run!" On the Lingzhou battlefield, behind that nearly collapsed stone palace, the ground suddenly tore open violently!

After opening the passage, they naturally would not waste time deliberately repairing it, but had hidden it instead.

Never did they expect that a move intended merely to conserve energy would now become their saving straw.

The legion of the Thorns Family almost entirely abandoned the grand palace, retreating toward that dark void under the shelter of those small stone arrays.

But at this moment, they beheld a small golden warship flying across the sky—the Corsair.

That terrifying beam of energy, in almost the blink of an eye, shot down most of the magic stone arrays floating in the air at the very front, their energy shields flickering!

Meanwhile, the dharma ships at the rear lit up with dazzling magical light, swallowing the trailing flying objects almost in vast swathes.

At this instant, they discovered that even retreat seemed to have become a luxury.

Without any protection, passing through that passage was simply impossible for ordinary men!

Right at this juncture, Wilson, the "Thorns of the Earth," transformed into a streak of long rainbow in the sky, his divine power erupting entirely. His terrifyingly high speed actually shielded him as he broke through the countless spells blasted from the Lingzhou dharma ships and the attacks of the Corsair, shooting directly toward the passage in the void!

"Do not let this man escape!" Angered shouts immediately resounded across the battlefield. To these Lingzhou cultivators, it mattered little if a few ordinary knights and mages fled, but the chief culprit must never be allowed back.

"If I wish to leave, do you truly believe you can hold me?!" Upon Wilson's pale face, which bore a few traces of weathering, there was now only pure ferocity, "Must we truly fight until the fish dies and the net breaks?!"

He was not like the others, who relied solely on divine power to reach the ninth realm.

He was a genuine, bona fide ninth-realm Hyper-tier powerhouse! He simply did not believe anyone in this world could kill him; in his view, if these natives truly dared to retain him at all costs, he alone could at least turn this place into a river of blood, causing the vast majority of these damned fellows to fall!

He still held many treasures in his hands, and could even bypass that cumbersome great cannon to strike directly at their dharma ships.

At the very least, most of the elites who had just fought would die by his hand.

He was already certain that those people had genuinely exhausted all their trump cards to overwhelm his legion, so he could naturally measure the strength of both sides with great certainty.

He was also certain that among these damned natives, by no means did everyone possess the resolve to fight him to a mutual destruction.

In fact, Austin, the "Star of Blazing Flames," harbored the exact same thoughts.

With his might, he could tell at a single glance that Nalan Hongwu and Su Tianji had expended immense energy using such powerful moves just now.

Therefore, whether they still had any strength left to deal with him was highly debatable.

The corner of his mouth curled into a dark, cold smile: "Though it is the command of His Eminence St. Heinz... I think we are in no hurry to retreat."

Defeated in this battle, he hated these damned "natives" to the bone. Seeing that several powerhouses among them, like Nalan Hongwu, were heavily exhausted, he could hardly appease the resentment in his heart without killing a few given such an opportunity.

"With your strength, protecting yourselves is indeed more than enough." Austin, the "Star of Blazing Flames," floated high in the air, staring coldly down at the few individuals, "Powerful spells capable of binding space, or even akin to the Destruction Cannon—I must praise you, you natives truly possess some skill, but you are utterly foolish!"

He sneered, "Exhausting all your strength, just to... protect these cannon fodder?"

"As a powerhouse, one must know to protect oneself at all times; only the living can be called powerhouses." Austin laughed coldly, "The dead are nothing at all."

Just as he spoke these words, the sky suddenly grew dark.

Even beyond the cold, snowy peaks of the Western Polar Realm on the Lingzhou battlefield, rain began to patter down.

The rainwater was freezing cold, causing even Jiang Xiaoyue to sneeze involuntarily.

"Why is it so cold!?"

The dark clouds in the sky, like darkness from the abyss, condensed into two figures completely covered in black robes, their faces indiscernible.

"I think you all had better stay behind completely."

The two individuals, located in the Desolate Sea Realm and the Western Polar Realm respectively, spoke almost at the exact same time.