pappabearbooks Chapter 901 - 295: My Name Is Su Yue, and I Am Your Nightmare
Chapter 901 - 295: My Name Is Su Yue, and I Am Your Nightmare
The Rapid March Combat Camp originally wanted to rush over to retrieve the corpses, fearing not death.But Lin Dongqi’s command left the Human Corps conflicted.
"I’ll retrieve the Grand General’s corpse. I’ll never agree to let him fall into the hands of Jing Niao City!"
"I don’t agree either. Their Tuyue Warriors are already few; we can definitely charge past them, even if it costs a few sacrifices!"
"I know that big bowl; it’s a transport demon tool from Jing Niao City’s Printing Camp. It’s not indestructible, just wasting some time. We certainly have a chance!"
"Sons of the Rapid March Camp who fear no death, follow me!"
Several Fifth-Grades roared.
Then, a middle-aged man dressed in the Rapid March Camp uniform directly raised his arm and shouted.
"I’ll go!"
"I’ll go too, I’m not afraid of death!"
"I’ll retrieve the Grand General’s corpse!"
Indeed, a dozen Fifth-Grade Martial Artists were eager to try.
The three kilometer journey had two challenges.
First, were the Tuyue Warriors along the path; they would drag Fifth-Grades to self-destruct.
Second, was the big bowl demon tool on Lin Dongqi; only by breaking this tool could Lin Dongqi’s corpse be retrieved.
Time was tight, and in a few seconds, both armies would clash again.
By then, it would be as difficult as ascension for the humans to retrieve Lin Dongqi’s corpse.
These few seconds are the only chance.
The corpse is in an empty zone; only those fast Martial Artists can rush over first.
The army’s advance involves too many troop types, possibly wasting a few seconds, so it’s not fast.
There’s about 10 seconds of golden time, and now two seconds have passed.
The alien Printing Camp’s speed is very slow, like a snail crawling.
They have no choice; the big bowl demon tool is very heavy, only four Fifth-Grades from the Printing Camp can control it. Any other alien just touching it would be bounced away.
But the aliens have already secured victory.
The alien coalition already has corps coming to support; the Printing Camp just needs to hold out for 5 seconds to win.
Moreover, if humans want to destroy the big bowl demon tool, they’ll have to face the Tuyue Warriors’ blockade.
The Tuyue Warriors’ task is sacrifice.
But the Rapid March Camp is elite among elites; they absolutely can’t afford to sacrifice here.
Jing Niao City even hopes the Rapid March Camp will come to die.
"Haha, your Grand General, buried in the filthiest toilet, reeking to the heavens. What do you feel? Haha!"
"Lin Dongqi is evil beyond measure; his body is suppressed in a toilet; his soul will reincarnate in a filthy place!"
"He will reincarnate as a maggot!"
Many alien warriors jeered.
The Yangxiang Race knows the Divine Land has beliefs in reincarnation, and with Lin Dongqi already dead, they exploit his soul.
They just love seeing the Divine Land Martial Artists furious!
"Damn, not a bit of Qi Blood left, can’t even self-destruct, miscalculation!"
Lin Dongqi’s entire body was stiff; he was now just a corpse.
Of course, Lin Dongqi’s consciousness hadn’t completely dissipated; though his thoughts were fuzzy, he felt an unspeakable guilt.
Even the best fall short sometimes.
Lin Dongqi never imagined that his corpse would cause such a situation.
The Rapid March Camp is the Zhao Qi Corps’ ace war camp; it can’t afford to be sacrificed.
Please, don’t let anyone else come to die.
Please don’t!
Unfortunately, Lin Dongqi was at his wit’s end, he no longer had the strength to speak.
...
"Get back immediately!
"Didn’t you hear the Grand General’s orders?"
Seeing several Rapid March Combat Camp warriors about to charge out, a Human Seventh-Grade facing off against the alien Seventh-Grade hurriedly intervened.
Can’t afford this!
The lives of Tuyue Warriors are cheap, but the Rapid March Combat Camp must not suffer heavy losses here.
Though they were anxious about Lin Dongqi’s corpse, the Grand General had already ordered.
On the battlefield, orders are absolute.
The Grand General’s order must be obeyed.
Following the Grand General’s command is also a mark of respect.
Defiance is disrespecting the Grand General.
"But...the Grand General’s corpse...I can’t stand it!"
A sturdy Fifth-Grade man squatted down, clutching his head.
It’s a battlefield; the greatest taboo is disobeying orders.
Obedience is ingrained as a soldier’s duty, deeply rooted.
Even if it’s to face death, orders must be followed.
But watching Lin Dongqi’s corpse taken, how can the warriors swallow this anger?
"This is the Grand General’s order; everyone in the Zhao Qi Corps must abide by it."
Another Fifth-Grade ground his teeth.
He clenched his fists so tightly, they had no blood left in them.
Several Rapid March Camp warriors couldn’t hold back their tears!
"If I could die in place of the Grand General, how wonderful it would be!"
A warrior slapped himself in anger.
Unbearable.
This scene is unbearable for anyone.
Whether it’s the Ninth Grades in the sky, or Grandmaster Generals, or ordinary low-grade Martial Artists, everyone lowered their heads.
Crack!
A crash of thunder, and in an instant, a torrential downpour began, without warning.
This is the weather of the Wet Realm, the rain coming without notice.
The entire Human Corps was silent, each person’s heart wracked with pain, each one suffering breathlessly.
...
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
Tat-tat-tat!
...
And at this moment, a skinny silhouette, like an arrow piercing the clouds, dashed towards the center of the battlefield, exceptionally abrupt.
He was incredibly fast; his body even severed the curtain of rain, in the blink of an eye arriving before the first Tuyue Warrior.
"Su Yue, come back!"