Apocalypse Gachapon

Winter was finally over. The snowstorm had stopped, and everyone waited for its next return.

Blue Secret Realm was magical. After every winter, the temperature would rise quickly. In just two days, the snow had melted, and a smell of dirt was in the air.

This resulted in the ground becoming muddy. However, things were different in another place. Many white jade stones formed a stone platform that laid out on the soil, pressing the soil water into the ground. This white ground stretched for dozens of miles. The arrogance and extravagance made one lost for words.

On the white jade stone were many giant white tents. On one side was a half-exposed beast cage where thousands of beasts were housed.

Joyous sounds spread from the camp. Many guards wearing clean uniforms patrolled the area but didn’t make a sound.

Four giant white pillars at the four corners of the camp reached dozens of meters tall. At the top was a blooming flower-shaped thing. Although it wasn’t big, it was eye-catching. Occasionally, slight sand would scatter. These pieces of light would then be attracted by something and float towards the biggest stone pillar in the center of the camp. The four sides would merge, forming a light barrier in the skies above to prevent the remnant snowflakes from landing.

In a giant tent at the northeast corner, three middle-aged guys stood before a stone platform with exquisite markings. They drank a green liquid in a smooth cup.

“Commander Nan, is there no news?”

The only middle-aged man without armor looked at the man in white to his left and asked in concern.

The other person in silver armor raised his head; he was also very concerned with this matter.

“We found their bodies here… They were all killed.”

Commander Nan flicked and a black chess piece flew from his hands and stuck to the map hanging on the side of the tent.

Although this map wasn’t as accurate and beautiful as those from Earth, but this was far more than what the Posthumous people could achieve.

The faces of the other two sank. Although they weren’t the commander of the Light Cavalier Squad, the three armies of Saint Light Hall were connected. This was wartime, so they felt bad about the losses.

Five hundred of them, that was a full squad.

It had been stsince they invaded the Posthumous people's land, and they didn’t even face any decent resistance, much less such huge losses.

“Which king did it?”

To the few of them, only the kings and their tribes from the Imperial City had the ability to kill 500 Light Cavaliers.

The guy without armor asked, and his gaze becsharp. He didn't show any respect for the kings, but as the commander of the Light Saint Hall’s guards, the top guard for the Saint Father, he did have the right to say such a thing.

“I don’t know. This place doesn’t belong to any of their territories. Although it had been stsince we entered, we have been on the outskirts. We have not entered into their core areas.”

Commander Nan replied and was deep in thought.

“Did the other squads receive a distress call?” The commander of the Light Feather Warriors, Zai Li, asked with ssuspicion.

“No.” Nan Jin replied, this caused Rong Zhi and Zai Li’s expressions to change.

They were commanders. Although they didn’t lead the Light Cavalier Army, they knew of how disciplined Nan Jin’s army was. Although the Saint Hall was proceeding well, it was because they had not faced the Posthumous people’s elite Imperial City army. So, the various forces were still careful. This squad didn’t get too far from the main army, but they were wiped out even then. Who did it? When did they have such an ability?

“I told them to search to see if they could find any clues.” Zai Li looked at the map. He was the commander of Light Feather Warriors, which was the air force. He was in charge of most of the scouting.

Nan Jin nodded; this was all they could do.

The three of them wanted to say something, but their expressions changed. They raised the cup in front of them and drank calmly.

A few seconds later, a guard ran in, and his face was filled with shock.

“Commanders, there is more news. Our new camp in Jiapa was attacked, three thousand troops…. All dead!”

Their cups all dropped on the ground!

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Ye Zhongming listened as Hong Xiang continued talking, but he didn’t look annoyed.

He could understand what this king felt.

The Posthumous people had never obtained the final victory against Light Saint Hall. In each war, they didn’t even win many battles.

With Cloud Peak’s help, they destroyed a camp that Saint Light Hall had built and obtained huge amounts of resources. This was a victory that could enter their history books.

Apart from Ye Zhongming and those from Earth, Hong Xiang had two thousand from the Imperial City. There were around ten thousand from Cloud Peak Alliance with three thousand warriors.

Apart from that, there were close to ten thousand following them. The number of strong warriors had reached four thousand.

Ye Zhongming and Hong Xiang had recruited them along the way.

If they left those scattered tribes along the way, they would be consumed by the Light Saint Hall. Ye Zhongming and Hong Xiang didn’t want it to happen. The former wanted to have more chips to negotiate with in the Imperial City and the latter didn’t want the Posthumous people to be taken down.

Hong Xiang used his identity to order them to follow.

When the number of people crossed ten thousand, be it Ye Zhongming or Hong Xiang, they were more confident.

At this time, Exquisite Floating Ball detected a camp that the Saint Light Hall had set up in the Jiapa Basin, and he thought about attacking it. He set the plan quickly and sneak attacked. He used the crystal weapons to open a hole to gain victory, killing over three thousand of them. In return, they only lost a few hundred.

Hong Xiang was envious of their weapons and made up his mind to work with Ye Zhongming.

He saw the hope of defeating the Light Saint Hall.

In this context, their previous conflict wasn’t much. Hong Xiang even promised Ye Zhongming that he would run around for him to ensure that this cooperation would work out.

In such a joyous atmosphere, the Imperial City was close.