Chapter 546: One in Ten Thousand?
Half an hour later, in the council hall of Kun'an City.
The hall was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.
Zhou Guosheng sat upright in the main seat, his hands crossed and pressed on the table, his face ashen.
Lin Feng and his two companions sat on the left, while Raymond, Isabella, Chu Huaice, and Lu Shanyue sat on the right. All eyes were on him.
"According to the messages that have been sent back from Europe and Great Xia, one thing has been confirmed."
Zhou Guosheng's voice was hoarse, revealing his undisguised exhaustion. "The Demon King-level dungeons located in the Central Plains and Arctic regions have once again seen a surge of Nightmare Clan armies, and this time the scale... is twice that of the first time."
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Twelve Demon Kings, two million Nightmare Clan soldiers, and as for the primary target, it has been confirmed: the Eastern Extreme Region."
After he finished speaking, the council hall fell into a deathly silence.
Raymond leaned back in his chair, looking up at the flickering oil lamp on the ceiling.
His large iron hammer leaned against his leg, the runes on the hammerhead still bearing the shadow burn marks left from the previous battle.
He suddenly laughed, a dry laugh tinged with deep bitterness.
"In the last battle, our countries on Earth united almost all the forces that could be united. We had nearly 400 third-level experts, more than 500 third-level experts on the ground, and an army of 600,000 that stretched for ten miles."
"I can't even bear to count how many people we lost in the end, but now it's doubled—twelve demon kings and two million soldiers."
He reached into his pocket for a cigar, but found nothing, so he put his hand down.
"Is it possible that all nations of our planet are ultimately doomed to this calamity?"
No one answered him. Chu Huaice and Lu Shanyue lowered their heads, their brows furrowed, while Isabella bit her lower lip tightly, her face pale.
Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan didn't speak, but turned their heads at the same time to look at Lin Feng beside them.
Lin Feng knew that at this moment, he had to speak up.
"Actually, Fenghuo Territory has a special trump card. As long as we meet the enemy outside Hangu Pass, I still have a way to deal with the twelve demon kings."
Everyone looked up abruptly, a look of unbelievable surprise flashing in their eyes.
Raymond was so excited he almost stood up, and Chu Huaice and Lu Shanyue also breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had grasped the last straw.
However, Lin Feng suddenly changed the subject.
"But what if we eliminate these twelve demon kings this time, and then twenty-four more appear? Or worse, what if apostle-level demon kings appear? How will we deal with that? No matter how many trump cards the Beacon Territory has, it can't withstand such endless attrition."
The newly ignited flame of hope was extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water.
Everyone lowered their heads again, lost in deeper thought.
After a moment of silence, Isabella finally spoke: "Lord Lin, I have some information that might be useful to you."
She took a deep breath and continued, "When the Nightmare Clan's seal was first broken, Hel Shadow was preparing to attack White Tower City. I had just received the news of the seal's release when I saw the undead army being wiped out by the Nightmare World."
Before he died, Hel Shadow uttered a single sentence: "The victors of our world are predetermined to be the Nightmare Race; the other races have only a one in ten thousand chance of winning."
"One in ten thousand?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward slightly. "Are you sure Hel Shadow meant one in ten thousand?"
“I’m sure!” Isabella nodded emphatically. “His voice carried for almost two miles around, and almost everyone on the west gate wall heard it.”
Lin Feng took a deep breath, turned to look at Zhou Guosheng, and said in a deep voice, "Director Zhou, I roughly know how to win, but I can't tell you the specific method yet. I can only tell you one thing: the Arctic and Eastern Arctic regions cannot be defended and must be abandoned."
"I thought it was something serious." Zhou Guosheng waved his hand, his tone completely different from before.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes revealing the determination and magnanimity of the older generation: "As long as we can win, even if it means sending us old guys to pay the price, it's no problem. Lord Lin, you can make the arrangements from here on out."
Lin Feng nodded solemnly, then looked around at everyone.
"The first thing: Director Zhou, City Lord Isabella, abandon the Eastern and Northern Regions immediately. All people and resources that can be moved should be moved to the Beacon Fire Territory."
"I will personally lead the migrating army from the Arctic. I have a skill that can accelerate the entire group. The Nightmare Clan will likely eliminate the Eastern Arctic first, then the Arctic. We have enough time to complete the migration."
"The second thing: the countries in the Antarctic region need to submit to me, otherwise, I cannot guarantee that they will not be wiped out by the Nightmare Clan."
Zhou Guosheng and Isabella exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.
"No problem, we'll arrange it right away!" the two said in unison.
"Okay." Lin Feng stood up and looked out at the dark night sky.
"Then I will head to the main city of Great Xia now. Once the troop relocation team is assembled, we will immediately head south."
Everyone stood up in response.
Lin Feng said no more. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the council hall, heading towards the main city of Great Xia.
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Eighteen days later, at three o'clock in the afternoon. Ten miles outside Hangu Pass.
Darkness remains the dominant color of this continent, but directly north of Hangu Pass, a long dragon of firelight is extending southward at a steady pace.
Torches were arranged in a continuous line of light on both sides of the procession, with one torch every few meters.
The firelight converged into a warm yellow band of light spanning several miles, illuminating the marching ground.
Interspersed among the ranks were light-elemental awakened individuals, while nuns and priests wielding holy light staffs cast a continuous illumination spell at intervals.
Soft white light spread out from above the crowd, covering the surrounding shadows.
Orange-yellow flames and silvery-white holy light converged in the sky, intertwining to form a bright canopy that pushed the darkness within a radius of several miles to both sides, creating a path made of light.
More than five million people, including natives, awakened individuals from various countries, county soldiers and logistics personnel from Great Xia, and entire families and villages evacuated from the Arctic region, formed the largest migration army in human history.
They set off from the main city of Daxia and Wulu City, traversing the ruins of the Central Plains region riddled with holes by nightmare energy, and advanced southward at a steady speed of 10 meters per second, enveloped by the pale blue aura of the Gale March.
Eighteen days, thousands of kilometers, crossing almost half the continent.