Chapter 545: Again
The cheers abruptly stopped.
The voices of hundreds of thousands of people were abruptly cut off by this system notification, and the battlefield instantly became so quiet that the crackling of burning torches could be heard.
The smiles on everyone's faces froze, replaced by bewilderment, shock, and a cold, uncontrollable fear rising from the bottom of their spines.
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Central Plains Domain, Demon King-level Dungeon H5-307-02.
With the seal broken, the Nightmare Clan's army surged out of the deep cave like a black torrent bursting its banks.
First to emerge were countless low-level troops, tens of thousands of shadow wolves emitting chilling howls, their limbs bent backward, and black veins throbbing wildly beneath their dark purple, translucent skin.
Hordes of rotting corpses strode with stiff, heavy steps, and beneath their feet, countless writhing shadows crawled along the ground like crushed shadows.
A full million elite Lv19 soldiers completely filled the plains outside the dungeon in a very short time.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of Nightmare Cavalrymen leaped out of the cracks, their upper bodies merging with the Nightmare Horses, their hooves gliding about a foot off the ground, wielding long-handled scythes with flowing black mist swirling around the blades.
Four hundred meters in the air, six figures exuding terrifying pressure were silently suspended.
There were six women who looked to be around thirty years old, with slender figures, and wearing tight-fitting gold robes.
Surrounding the six Hela were four hundred Lv39 Nightmare Faceless Ones, like loyal guardians.
"The final judgment (sequence: EX-0001) has begun, and the origin of the Nightmare World has poured its largest force into us."
Hela, at the forefront, spoke slowly, her voice cold yet filled with pressure, "From this moment on, we can no longer replenish our forces by any means. Every death is a loss, and the final battle with Ulysses must be postponed until last."
Hela stepped forward: "We have reached an agreement with Ulysses. The humans in the east are the weakest and their defenses are the most vulnerable. We will first combine our forces to attack the humans in the east."
"Conquer the East, then head North, and finally South."
Hela, who was at the forefront, made the final conclusion.
The five Hela behind her nodded slightly.
However, they were unaware that all of this was being observed by a Europa second-tier assassin lying in ambush a kilometer away.
His name is Marco, and he is one of the best infiltrators in the European intelligence service.
His initial purpose in being assigned here was simply to monitor this seemingly sparsely populated underground city for any unusual activity.
What he was seeing now was not some unusual activity, but a million-strong army, six demon kings, four hundred faceless beings, and thousands of nightmare cavalry!
This is not an empty underground city; it is clearly a devastating bomb that has not yet been detonated.
He dared not move a muscle, and even his breathing was reduced to the lowest possible frequency.
When the last wriggling emerged from the cave and the army began its eastward march, Marco knew he could wait no longer.
"No, we have to report this situation back immediately!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the dagger and slit his own throat, turning into a white light and returning to the Blue Star world.
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes at the resurrection point of the Blue Star Europa headquarters, ignoring the dizziness of death.
He grabbed the arm of a staff member next to him and shouted in a hoarse and urgent voice, "Quickly, receive Lord Isabella! The second wave! Six demon kings! A million troops! They're coming from the east!"
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"What's going on?" Lu Shanyue gripped the giant axe tightly.
"Isn't it already over?" Raymond muttered to himself, the large iron hammer slipping from his shoulder.
Zhou Guosheng frowned, looked up at the still pitch-black sky after the system notification disappeared, and said in a deep voice.
"Don't panic yet. The specific situation is still unclear. Let's go back to Kun'an City first. We have reconnaissance forces around the Demon King-level dungeon. We'll make a decision after we gather the intelligence."
Everyone nodded in silence.
Chu Huaice swooped down without saying a word, and a moment later, the low sound of the retreat horn echoed across the battlefield.
The bugle call pierced through the pervasive smoke and remnants of shadowy energy, spreading throughout the entire position.
Hundreds of thousands of coalition soldiers had just been jolted back to reality by the cold system notification from their euphoria of victory. Upon hearing the order to retreat, everyone's expression froze in a complex and subtle bewilderment.
Some people were still in the posture of hugging their companions, their arms frozen in mid-air, forgetting to let go.
Sun Pojun pulled the halberd from the ground and put it back on his back.
He glanced at the still bottomless darkness to the south, said nothing, and silently turned around to follow the procession toward Kun'an City.
The high morale they had just displayed has completely vanished.
The entire army was like a pot of water that had been boiled over when the firewood was suddenly removed, leaving only the residual heat slowly dissipating in the cold air.
Various speculations circulated among the soldiers, with some saying that the previous wave was just the vanguard of the Nightmare Clan, and the real main force had not yet arrived.
Some say the system message was wrong and the battle was actually over, while others say the worst is yet to come.
The sense of defeat—the feeling of having survived the final battle and pressed on with renewed vigor only to find that the war was far from over—was frantically eroding the morale of this army.
Morale has been lost.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, his brows furrowing deeply.
The same system message? What else will happen?
Just then, two figures broke through the air and landed beside him.
It was Jiang Yelan and Jiang Zhaoyue.
Both of them had solemn expressions, but there was no despair in their eyes.
They had witnessed the oppressive feeling when the Sacred Authority Domain was deployed, and they had also experienced the gap between themselves and Lin Feng when they went all out but couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes during their sparring.
In their view, if even a lord with that kind of power couldn't solve the problem, then humanity truly had no hope.
Therefore, they haven't reached the point of despair yet.
"Let's go to the council hall first and see the latest intelligence."
After saying that, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Kun'an City first.
Jiang Yelan and Jiang Zhaoyue followed at the same time, the three streaks of light leaving golden, shadowy and silvery trails in the night sky, disappearing into the outline of Kun'an City.