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Chapter 60: A Tribute to the Return
"Dad!"
"That's my dad!"
A student lay prostrate on the windowsill, eyes bloodshot, clenching his teeth so hard that he bit through his lip, blood continuously trickling down from the corners of his mouth.
His father, an old soldier missing an arm, lay permanently on the ground, having ceased to breathe.
Even so, up to the moment of his death, he clung tightly to a Cult member, gripping him like a vice, despite the Cultist's struggles to break free.
Until the Cult member died and fell with him into a pool of blood.
"Beasts, a bunch of beasts..."
"My father fought his whole life and didn't die at the hands of demons, but to die like this..."
By the end, only sobs remained, no words could be heard.
Fists clenched, nails digging into skin until blood flowed from the crevices of his fingers.
Yet even so, he could only stand here watching, not even having the right to step into the fray.
"In this life, I swear an unending vendetta against the Cult!!!"
Even facing such a scene, he did not back down, watching every person, every face present.
He vowed to remember, to remember these atrocities committed by the Cult.
To etch this bloody scene into his mind, like a permanent imprint.
...
Liu Qingfeng had already reached the center of the crowd, together with the Principal.
"Ah, two cloud patterns."
"Quite low-key."
"With such skills, you should be a guidance director, not just a teacher."
The Principal, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, swung his sword and decapitated a Cult disciple, then spoke.
"Principal, removing my position requires a reasonable explanation."
"Otherwise, I will report you to the Education Department."
The guidance director, though a woman, had a fierceness in her attack that matched any man, her twin awakened item daggers splashing blood with each strike.
Her expression remained stern, her tone precise.
Unfortunately, a wound had appeared on her back, from which blood continuously flowed.
"When did I ever say I was firing you."
"Always interrupting me."
"Are you the Principal or am I?"
Cursing under his breath, he re-engaged in the fierce battle.
For a moment, the situation stalled, awaiting the outcome of the battle at the city gates. The Security Bureau was gaining the upper hand, and it would soon encircle the school, securing a significant victory for Mobei.
After all, the Cult had mobilized a major part of the workforce from an entire province for this attack.
With this defeat, the Cult in Jiangbei Province would struggle to cause any significant disturbances for a long time.
At that moment, a middle-aged man appeared at the school gate, an apron still tied around his waist.
A faint smile played on his lips as he walked in calmly.
"God said, when light is cast upon the Earth..."
"Everyone shall have eternal life."
"Everyone..."
"Can become God."
His voice carried a sacred, solemn tone.
As he spoke, a phantom eagle appeared, its four crystals shining brightly, already beginning to spread to a fifth socket.
This indicated that he was merely a step away from achieving a fifth awakening.
Wings materialized out of thin air.
He ascended into the air.
"To cleanse the sins of the world."
"For humanity..."
"To establish a new order."
He continued to murmur these words, and with his arrival, the Cult members below grew even more frenzied, disregarding their injuries and continuing to charge forward.
God had promised that those who die for Him would be resurrected on the day of ultimate enlightenment and become new deities.
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Thus, they were fearless, undaunted...
They weren't slaughtering; they were... saving the world!
For their... faith.
Liu Qingfeng stopped in his tracks among the crowd and turned coldly to face the middle-aged man: "Are you... a God-Attendant of the Cult?"
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, acknowledging the question.
A powerful surge of energy emanated from both individuals, clearing the area around them.
Broken sword against the azure hawk.
...
"So, the Cult sends just one little guy like you?" Zhong Yushu looked around.
Including the two elders behind Wei Le, he still seemed somewhat unsatisfied: "Well, since there's nothing else, let's talk some more."
"Purely driven by interests, you've made such a big fuss."
"But I don't believe the demon race truly trusts you."
"What kind of contingency do those beasts have prepared?"
Zhong Yushu casually held the pill in his hand, not in a rush to swallow it. Instead, he sat on a small stool, seemingly relaxed and carefree.
Wei Le observed Zhong Yushu's demeanor, his expression growing more serious as he sensed something amiss. But at this stage, he was compelled to move forward.
"Including five six-star demon kings, is that enough?"
"My capabilities are limited; bringing them here outside Demon-Suppressing Pass is already at my limit."
"Elder Zhong must find this amusing."
"Currently, those six are hidden in Jiangbei Province, ready to strike at any moment."
"And..."
"As soon as you take this pill, all six will act simultaneously, sweeping through humanity."
"This includes attacks on the four major human strongholds."
"Among them... one eight-star demon lord will personally visit Demon-Suppressing Pass."
"The sacrifice from humanity will be substantial."
Wei Le's smile gradually faded; he furrowed his brows slightly and tensed up, staring into Zhong Yushu's eyes.
Something was very wrong.
Zhong Yushu's reaction was completely different from what he had expected; he seemed overly confident.
But according to the intelligence from an undercover source, even if Zhong Yushu took the pill, he would need at least half an hour to recover. If a problem arose, he should have enough time to leave calmly.
"Wow, you really think highly of me."
"Six demon kings, one God-Envoy, and all the Cult followers in the north..."
"As a tribute for my comeback, Zhong Yushu."
"Well, it's barely acceptable."
"Too bad that demon lord might not be so easy to hold onto."
Muttering to himself, the gaunt old man with a goatee sitting on the stool suddenly underwent a dramatic change in demeanor.
He seemed like a demon emerging from the abyss, crawling out of hell.
Fierce and terrifying.
Chilling to the bone.
A blood-red spear quietly emerged behind him.
The shaft of the spear was a deep crimson.
The air around him grew increasingly oppressive.
Intricate patterns covered the spear, embedded with eight crystals, each flickering with dazzling light.
A very faint and blurry figure appeared, indistinct yet firmly grasping the spear.
In an instant, the lake surface shattered, unleashing a massive wave.
"An eighth awakening?"
"How is that possible!"
"Even if your injuries had healed, you should only be at a seventh awakening!"
Wei Le's expression changed dramatically, his disbelief evident.
"Heh..."
"You, my friend, are not as clever as that young Yu Sheng..."
Zhong Yushu slowly rose from his stool, and although not particularly tall, he stood as if towering between heaven and earth, radiant like a god of war.