Chapter 303: Piercing Through the Army Camp

Chapter 303: Piercing the Military Camp

The car slowly drove deeper into the territory of the Wugui Kingdom.

Yaji’s face was filled with unease, and a trace of bewilderment.

“Sir… isn’t this direction a mistake?”

Yaji had hoped to escape this den of iniquity, the Wugui Kingdom, yet the car was heading deeper in.

Moreover, the direction they were going stirred an innate revulsion in Yaji.

His parents had died in that direction, at the hands of the demons in that military camp.

“No mistake, the person I need to pick up is there,” Qi Yuan said softly.

Hearing this, Yaji’s body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The grimy little girl also clutched her brother’s arm tightly.

Clearly, their hearts were far from calm at this moment.

They even began to suspect that perhaps the two who had saved them in the car were deeply connected to that group of demons.

Otherwise, why would they drive to a military camp to fetch someone?

Soon, the car stopped on a hill overlooking a small town.

Wen Min got out, gazing into the distance, and said slowly, “Mr. Qi, the boss… is in the military camp ahead.”

As he spoke, his voice carried a hint of fear.

If Qi Yuan got trapped inside, those of them left here would surely die.

“Mm, I see.”

Qi Yuan looked down from above.

Ahead, dust flew in the air, like a vast desert.

In that desert, steel-like buildings stood towering.

From afar, one could see a torrent of steel patrolling.

On the watchtowers, well-equipped soldiers stood at attention.

In this military camp, there were over three thousand soldiers ready for battle.

“Wait here a moment. I’m going to fetch someone.”

With that, Qi Yuan walked down from the hill.

From here to the camp gate was only seven or eight li.

Qi Yuan’s pace was neither fast nor slow.

The drones flying overhead seemed not to notice his arrival.

Sand and dust filled the air as a tall, straight figure moved through the yellow sands.

On the hill, Wen Min watched Qi Yuan’s retreating figure, his mind shaken and filled with confusion.

Yaji, meanwhile, was more puzzled.

Qi Yuan’s actions were too bewildering; one could not guess his intent.

At that moment, inside the camp, on the watchtower, several soldiers’ nerves tensed sharply.

“What’s going on? Why is someone coming toward us?

Where are the drone patrols? Why haven’t they spotted him?”

A soldier in uniform exclaimed in surprise.

This was a military control zone; ordinary people could not enter without permission.

Yet here was a man walking their way.

The drone patrols had not stopped him.

It was only their naked eyes that had detected him.

Now, the figure on the road was drawing closer, and the soldiers on the watchtower could make out his face with just their eyes.

Curious, they thought he might be a madman who had wandered in by mistake.

“Halt! Who goes there!”

Just then, at the camp gate, a dozen rifles aimed at the figure.

The guards at the gate wore expressions of nonchalance.

A squad leader shouted, “What are you doing here? Go, bring him in!”

The scanner showed no explosives on him, so he posed no danger.

Though they wondered how he had gotten here, they merely took him for a trespasser.

A dozen guns trained on him, and four soldiers walked toward Qi Yuan, their eyes mocking.

After all, in this land of swirling sand, a tender-skinned young man like Qi Yuan was a rare sight.

Qi Yuan stood outside the camp, facing the dense cluster of steel buildings alone, a smile in his eyes.

“I have come to take someone away.”

His voice rang out clearly, reaching the ears of every soldier present.

Before the soldiers could react, a large truck suddenly pulled up beside Qi Yuan.

From the truck descended a group of masked soldiers in uniform.

These soldiers carried rifles and were burly, far more so than ordinary troops.

These returning soldiers were none other than gene warriors back from “hunting” outside.

They held their weapons, escorting a group of numb-looking civilians.

The leader looked at Qi Yuan and said in a gruff voice, “Our experiment is short on blood. We’re taking this one.”

He looked at Qi Yuan as if he were prey.

The soldiers stationed at the gate saw this and showed expressions of pity.

The project the gene warriors were in charge of was utterly inhumane.

It could be said that these gene warriors were fanatical followers of the Wu cult within the camp.

They captured heretics to carry out religious experiments.

No one taken for experimentation ever survived; before death, they suffered unspeakable torment.

As the gene warrior commander spoke, two gene warriors cracked their knuckles and approached Qi Yuan, as if looking at a dead man.

“It seems you are unwilling to hand over the person I need,” Qi Yuan sighed then, his voice carrying an inexplicable note of regret.

He looked at the thirty-odd gene warriors before him, a glint of killing intent rising in his eyes.

“In that case, do not blame me for being ruthless!”

Qi Yuan had originally intended to reason with them.

But before him stood a camp teeming with over three thousand men.

Reasoning with each one would be far too exhausting.

He was no Tang Monk after all.

Thus, it was better to kill them all.

Only with the dead could reason truly be had.

“Kill!”

Qi Yuan gave a soft command.

In his hand, a blood-red longsword had appeared, unbeknownst to all.

This blood-red sword was bewitchingly beautiful, exuding an aura of sheer terror.

The moment the blade emerged, every soul present felt a tremor in their hearts.

This sword was Qi Yuan’s own from the Flowing Wind Realm, engraved with the primal divine ability: Heart Demon’s Call, Sovereign of the Void.

The blood-red sword was drawn.

In an instant, amidst the swirling yellow sands, a flash of crimson light streaked through.

Over thirty gene warriors near Qi Yuan froze in place, their expressions locked.

A breeze passed, and these gene warriors toppled like scarecrows to the ground.

One sword stroke, and bloodlight appeared.

Though Qi Yuan was only at the Foundation Establishment stage,

his single strike could not be withstood even by Core Formation cultivators,

let alone these gene warriors.

With one sword stroke, over thirty gene warriors fell.

The civilians captured by the gene warriors first showed terror in their eyes, then it turned to ecstasy and reverence.

They fell to their knees with a thud, crying out, “God!”

Clearly, they saw Qi Yuan as their savior god.

At that moment, the soldiers in the camp were also stunned.

Shock aside, they hesitated not a moment, unleashing a rain of bullets wildly at Qi Yuan.

“Not only do you not beg for mercy, but you dare to resist—it seems… you all must die!”

Facing the bullets, Qi Yuan swept his sword through the air.

A curtain of blood appeared before him, blocking every bullet.

This sight stunned the soldiers.

Yet they kept pulling the triggers, venting their ammunition.

“Hmph.”

Qi Yuan’s hand twitched.

The bullets that had been flying toward him reversed course.

“Ah!”

“No!”

“A ghost!”

Dozens who had fired at Qi Yuan fell in an instant.

Qi Yuan, sword in hand, suddenly accelerated.

“Since that’s the case, then… die!”

With his longsword, Qi Yuan charged into the camp.

He was like a god of slaughter, reaping lives with his blade.

He gazed at the watchtower, over ten meters tall, and flicked his blood-red sword.

Boom!

The towering structure collapsed like a house of cards.

Such a watchtower could not be felled by ordinary bombs,

nor could human strength harm it in the slightest.

Yet today, a single sword stroke had brought it down.

The thunderous crash of the watchtower seemed to rouse the other soldiers in the camp.

Alarms blared at that moment.

“Enemy attack!”

“What’s happening?”

“Has Yuelang broken in?”

Throughout the camp, more and more soldiers rushed toward the scene.

Many soldiers and officers were bewildered, unsure of what the enemy even was.

At this point, Qi Yuan strolled leisurely, sword in hand.

Ahead, several tanks rolled toward him, their drivers wearing puzzled expressions.

For they saw no large-scale enemy force,

only the man with the longsword. But in the next breath, their confusion was resolved.

The young man casually swung his sword.

A tank weighing fifty tons was flipped into the air, crashing into other structures.

“Holy shit…”

“A ghost!”

The tank drivers, witnessing this, were scared out of their wits.

Was this even human?

A single sword toss of a tank?

Alas, before they could ponder further, a flash of crimson light passed, and their consciousness halted; the tanks they drove were hurled into the sky.

Qi Yuan, sword in hand, walked through the camp as if through an empty land.

At that moment, on a hillock by the small town,

Wen Min blinked, holding a telescope.

Yagi’s eyes also went wide.

Their hearts were frantic, and they were shaken beyond words.

They watched helplessly as Qi Yuan approached the military camp, seemingly stopped by someone.

What happened next was entirely unclear.

They only saw flashes of red light, one after another.

Gunfire and cannon fire roared wildly.

The tall watchtower collapsed, and the steel monster tank was sent flying.

Within the camp, flames filled the sky.

It was as if this camp had been attacked.

And Qi Yuan’s figure, even with binoculars, was utterly invisible.

Meanwhile, deep in the camp, in the hall.

Several officers were pale with shock, their expressions panicked.

“What’s going on, an enemy attack?”

“How could Yuelang have broken in? Why do we have no news at all?”

These senior officers were the true controllers of the camp.

They had gathered together, discussing battle plans.

Suddenly, gunfire and cannon fire rang out without cease.

Clearly, there was a disturbance in the camp, or an enemy attack.

“What’s happening? I need an explanation!” a senior officer shouted into his communicator.

“Sir, enemy attack, enemy attack, get out now!”

An urgent voice came from the other end of the communicator.

The senior officer looked up at the sky, confusion in his eyes.

There were no planes in the sky.

No sound of missile bombardment in the camp.

The air defense system, the Heavenly Guard system, had not alerted to any enemy.

This meant there was no missile strike, no drone formation attack.

“Could it be gene warriors? How many have come?” the senior officer asked.

Only a special gene warrior squad could cause such a situation.

But such a squad would inflict limited casualties, at most creating some chaos—a suicide attack.

Thinking this, the senior officer remained calm.

“Sir, it’s not a group—it’s just one man…”

“One man!”

The senior officers in the hall were stunned, then roared in fury.

“One man… causing such a massive disturbance? Are you all useless?”

No matter how strong a gene warrior, a few sniper rounds would finish him.

If he ran into a tank, just run him over.

How could human strength match such forces?

The officers present found it all unbelievable.

Yet before they could dwell on it, the alarm in the camp had already risen to the highest level.

This meant the entire camp’s forward defenses had collapsed.

How was this possible?

The forward defenses had eight hundred men.

These eight hundred men had countless firearms, over eighty tanks and armored vehicles, and a large number of drones.

And yet… all collapsed?

It had been less than three minutes since the alarm first sounded?

Was the collapse too fast?

Was the enemy’s firepower… this strong?

Senior Officer Guo Tanran felt a tremor in his heart—no matter what, his position was now unstable.

“Let’s go, go out and see what’s really happening!”

But as soon as he stepped out, he saw countless routed soldiers.

These soldiers had no will to fight left; their faces looked as if they had seen ghosts.

And indeed, they were shouting about ghosts.

“He’s not human!”

“Run, it’s a ghost!”

These soldiers had fought in over a dozen battles, large and small.

One could say their fighting spirit was strong.

Even facing ten times the enemy, they would dare to fight.

But today, what they faced was no enemy.

It was a demon!

Have you ever seen a man whom bullets, rocket launchers, and shells could not harm?

Have you ever seen a man who could send a tank flying with a single sword stroke, or shatter a steel fortress with one slash?

They had seen it.

So they chose to flee.

If not now, when?

The rout took shape in that moment.

Senior Officer Guo Tanran was seething with rage.

What lay before him was utterly beyond his expectations, beyond the expectations of the officers who had just stepped out.

“An explanation! I need an explanation!” Guo Tanran roared in fury.

But at that moment, no one reported to him.

The earlier communicator was filled with nothing but static.

Fortunately, there was no need for anyone to report to him—he had already seen... the invading enemy.

In the distance, tall buildings collapsed one after another.

A man with slightly long hair, holding a blood-red longsword, radiated all kinds of light.

These lights were like special effects from a movie.

With a swing of the sword in his hand, an armored vehicle was hurled into the air.

The sword swung again; a flash of blood-red light passed, and dozens of soldiers hiding behind cover exploded.

Senior officer Guo Tanran’s eyes widened, disbelief filling his gaze: “God... how is this possible!”

“This is no human!” The other officers trembled, unable to believe the scene before them.

How could there exist in this world such a terrifying and powerful being?

“Weak, too weak.”

“Not even a worthy opponent.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan’s eyes were filled with disappointment.

This military camp—the threat he faced here was less than that of a sect guarded by a Foundation Establishment elder.

He merely walked forward, casually swinging his sword a few times.

All the buildings collapsed, all resistance turned to nothing.

“And this? You dared to capture my men?”

“And this? You were so arrogant online?”

Qi Yuan looked at the enemies fleeing in all directions, a demonic smile flashing in his eyes.

“Escape... escape is impossible.”

“Sword... come!”

With his loud shout, the blood-red longsword in Qi Yuan’s hand blazed with intense light in an instant.

Everyone looked up, and above the entire military camp, a colossal blood-red sword appeared.

This blood-red sword was as large as a small hill, radiating endless, terrifying aura.

A flash of blood-red light passed.

Countless tanks, armored vehicles, and heavy trucks shattered into pieces; whether drones or aircraft, before they could even take off, all fell and turned to ashes.

Qi Yuan’s gaze was calm, his voice as still as an ancient well: “All who are in the military—kill!”

The game NPC was too arrogant; it had to be cleansed.

With his words, the blood-red giant sword crashed down into the military camp.

The blood-red giant sword was actually larger than the camp itself.

As the sword struck, it was like a mushroom bomb being dropped.

In an instant, the entire camp turned into a blood-red hemisphere.

In everyone’s eyes, all they saw was endless blood-red.

Countless living beings screamed, struggled, and then perished in that moment.

Senior officer Guo Tanran, along with the other officers, died in the sword’s light, filled with shock and confusion.

The entire camp became ruins in that moment.

All enemies were slain by Qi Yuan’s single sword strike.

Now, Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, his expression calm.

His spiritual sense spread out in that moment.

Qi Yuan was decisive in killing, but he never slaughtered indiscriminately.

He was lawful good.

Thus, those he killed... were all enemies.

He did not harm those captured by the camp for experiments or those imprisoned.

As his spiritual sense swept over, he discovered that the camp still held over a hundred weak civilians.

And on those civilians’ bodies, various test tubes were inserted, as if blood was being drawn.

Qi Yuan probed a little, curiosity flickering in his eyes: “Blood drawing?”

This Wu Sect... seemed to be conducting some experiment.

He was somewhat curious.

(Chapter End)