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Chapter 56: We're Just Old, Not Dead
"Have you lost your minds?"
"Or has the Cult decided to fight to the bitter end?"
"Do you really think you can hide among the masses like rats, and Mo Pavilion will be powerless?"
"Or are you prepared to face the wrath of Mo Pavilion?"
Luo Yun was clearly taken aback by these words.
Behind him, Azure Wolf let out a long howl and forcefully retreated two steps, roaring in anger.
The God-Servant merely chuckled coldly, without even the intention of responding.
From a distance, An Xin slightly furrowed her brow: "As expected..."
"The stakes are too high for the Cult this time..."
She casually wiped the fresh blood off her cheek, her fair skin stained bright red.
"I think the higher-ups might have underestimated these guys this time."
"We should aim for a quick and decisive battle."
"Otherwise... many might die."
"I suggest we go all out, it's the most efficient way!"
Watching as the Cultists charged towards the school, An Xin narrowed her eyes and said.
Everyone fell silent.
Indeed, fighting with one's life on the line is the quickest way to battle.
But the cost is equally great.
Normally, they could rely on skills, experience, and accumulated energy to gradually wear down these adversaries.
But setting aside all that, everyone being in their fourth awakening, the mortality rate... was very high.
However, seeing the intense energy fluctuations erupting from the Security Bureau, Reserve Forces, and other areas at this moment, it was clear that the Cult's operation was unprecedentedly massive.
They must have mobilized the resources of an entire province.
There's only one possible reason the Cult would invest so much... the benefits must be extraordinarily substantial.
So...
The group exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.
Wang Wenxuan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and lifted his giant axe: "Mo Pavilion is not here, I, from the Reserve Forces, shall lead the charge. Any objections?"
No one spoke.
Before the battle, Mo Pavilion commands the highest authority.
In the absence of Mo Pavilion, the Reserve Forces take command.
This was undisputed.
"Now, within five minutes!"
"End the battle."
"Regardless of life or death."
"Those who disobey, will be executed!"
With a wild laugh, Wang Wenxuan licked his lips, his demeanor growing increasingly frenzied as if the chaos not only failed to intimidate him, but rather excited him.
The breathing of those around him also grew more rapid, especially for Zhao Qingyi.
Despite her usual cool demeanor, her face was flushed with a barely contained intensity, and she muttered under her breath:
"Protect humanity."
"Fearless."
"Kill..."
"They're all villains."
With each murmur, her gaze grew more resolute.
She understood that if the Cultists were allowed to sweep through the school, too many ordinary people would get involved. Moreover, the more severe the situation, the less likely the people in the surrounding cities would dare to act recklessly. If the Cult managed a feint and destroyed a city, it would deal an unprecedented blow to humanity.
"Heh, are the youngsters from the Reserve Forces still this naive?" a voice suddenly echoed near the city gate. "Interesting, but they're just too young and naive."
Amidst the confused expressions of the crowd...
Leading the group was Liu Qingfeng, followed by a number of middle-aged men and women, each wearing a faint smile on their face.
"Ah, I remember this kid."
"Seems like he was constantly crying when he first joined the Reserve Forces. Look how big he's gotten."
One of them seemed to recognize Wang Wenxuan and chuckled softly.
"Retract your military order."
"Humanity hasn't fallen so low that we need you kids to fight to the death."
"We're just old, not dead."
These individuals, talking and laughing as if oblivious to the crisis of the battlefield, took everyone by surprise.
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Wang Wenxuan paused, caught off guard, and was then kicked in the chest by the God-Servant of the Cult, sending him flying backwards to crash to the ground.
As he laid there, he stared in bewilderment at the group of elderly people, some with visible disabilities, even recognizing a few familiar faces.
"Damn waste."
"Getting distracted in a fight."
"You guys keep fighting, just hold these guys off, the rest... leave it to us."
Their faces were alight with eagerness, ready for battle.
"How dare they target the school."
"If there's no school, how the hell are my kids supposed to get an education?"
"Exactly, my kid is still in school."
"Damn it all."
The group cursed and jeered.
Liu Qingfeng solemnly reached into the inner pocket of his coat, pulling out a cloth bag, and carefully extracted a medal. With a sense of reverence, he slowly hung it on his chest.
Above it, two cloud patterns.
"Retired veteran of Demon-Suppressing Pass!"
"Two-merit honor!"
"The battlefield is now under my command!"
"Previous military orders are null and void."
"Keep these guys at the city gates, no further casualties allowed!"
"Those who disobey, executed!"
In that moment, Liu Qingfeng's voice was ice-cold, and the pale blue long sword behind him seemed to sense something, excitedly emitting a sword cry, its sharpness filling the air.
It was as if...
This was what it had always been waiting for.
Humans have hearts, swords have souls.
Swords need to be bloodied, people need peace.
"But..."
Wang Wenxuan got up and charged back into the fray, his mouth still wanting to say something.
"Shut up!"
"Those who disobey, executed!"
Liu Qingfeng interrupted, not lingering to waste words, but instead rushing towards the school.
A group of people followed closely behind him.
Even some civilians who had been hiding in rooms suddenly pushed their doors open and walked out, joining the crowd.
Not many in number, but...
Their steps were resolute.
"Damn it!"
"I haven't been cursed at like a grandson in years."
"Screw this!"
Yelling at the top of his lungs, Wang Wenxuan's axe gleamed as the last crystal on it flashed with intense light.
A phantom of a blood wolf appeared behind him.
Together, they charged.
The God-Servant was somewhat dazed, not understanding for a moment; people cursed at you, you didn't dare to speak, and then... you took it out on me?
...
On the rooftop.
The young God-Servant from Baichun sat at the edge of the rooftop, holding binoculars, silently enjoying the view.
"Goodness, these guys are really crazy."
"Well, a reshuffle is good."
"When I become the God-Attendant responsible for Jiangbei Province, I can directly arrange for my confidants, which is convenient."
"Too bad that guy still got away."
"Tsk tsk."
His expression was indifferent, and he even had the mood to make a few comments.
Regardless of the outcome, this turmoil had already made him the biggest winner.
Of course, all this was predicated on one condition... that the foolish God-Attendant must die.
Unfortunately, that guy was really lucky. Originally, some people were sent to kill him, but they were intercepted by Zhao Qingyi, allowing him to slip away quietly.
However...
Heading towards the school should also present an opportunity to trap and kill him.