Apocalypse Gachapon

Nan Jin and Rongzhi were fully equipped and riding on their mounts.

Beside them was the Saintess holding the Glory Staff.

Just now, the Saintess led some Saint Hall female priests to heal the injured warriors. But this wasn’t much compared to the overall number of casualties.

When attacking, injured warriors could rarely return. Most of them could only lie on the battlefield and wait for death.

They were probably the ones who hoped for victory. Only if they won could they have a chance to survive. If they failed, the enemies would finish them.

As for prisoners…

This phrase didn’t exist in the Blue Secret Realm, at least not for ordinary warriors. Since they wouldn’t become prisoners, there was no healing. Medicine was probably more precious than human life here.

“Gelan is dead.”

Nanjin’s voice was very low. The battle was more intense than he imagined.

He was one of the people who decided to send experts into the Imperial City to kill or hold back the Alliance army higher-ups so that their elite squad could take down the walls.

Like the others, he was very confident in this plan because Saint Light Hall had more experts than the Posthumous people, and because the Posthumous people had an internal conflict, the number of kings dropped by close to half. Even with these outsiders, it couldn’t stop Saint Light Hall from having this advantage.

But who knew that two level-eight auras would disappear in a short time, and so too were many level seven?

Did Posthumous people have some hidden powers?

Gelan’s death was the one that shocked him.

This person competed with him to become the Light Cavalier Squad leader. If not for his battle techniques being more suitable for cavalier fights, maybe Nanjin’s position would be his.

Nanjin knew how strong his opponent was. Not only did his hands have saint eyes, but he also had ten level-six demon monsters as helpers. In terms of one-versus-one ability, maybe Nanjin wouldn’t be Gelan’s match.

But this person died just like that.

They didn’t know who could kill Gelan in such a short time apart from Ling Kun and the protector.

He felt that even Ling Kun and the protector were on the same level as Gelan. If one didn’t consider the protector, the strongest should be Black Pillar and Flame Dove. The former was killed by three of their men, and the latter died by their own people!

How did the badly affected Posthumous people kill Gelan? Did the protector do it? But someone should be fighting him.

“Han Zishan’s aura has disappeared. Hong Xiang’s aura is slight so we did gain some benefits.”

The Saintess pressed the staff on the ground, “We suffered big losses as they had to charge into the city so accidents could happen. Although they are dead, there was some value. The Posthumous people only have four kings. Now that one is dead and one is badly injured, there are only two higher-ups left. With only Neal and Ling Kun, they can’t ensure that there is effective leadership. Even if the people we send all die, it will be worth it!”

Each person’s judgment of whether something was worth it was different. Nanjin didn’t agree with her, but he still nodded.

“There seems to be some resistance on the wall; it seems like it is our turn.”

Zaili had previously been charged with the Feather Warrior Squad, but now it was Rongzhi and Nanjin’s turn.

“Commander Nan, let me lead.”

Rongzhi raised his blade and led the way. Behind him were a thousand silent guards wearing white armor.

These people were the Saint Hall close guard elites. They were usually responsible for the Saint Father and the Saintess’s safety. They had the strongest combat strength in the whole of Saint Light Hall.

The few captains were taught by the Saint Father personally.

Such a team should attack at the crucial moment, was it the time now?

This was just the first day, and only half of the day had passed!

But since the Saintess didn’t stop him, Nanjin didn’t say anything more. He adjusted his armor and waved behind him. A cavalier squad followed behind him.

Five thousand cavaliers were also the most elite of his squad. Since Feather Warrior Squad and the guards were going all out, he had no reason to hold back.

End the battle in a day?

Then… End it.

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Ye Zhongming wiped the blood off his face and pulled a dagger out of his stomach. His strong body quality caused the muscles around the wound to tighten, and within a few seconds, the blood flow slowed.

Ye Zhongming looked at the hole and small crack on the star equipment and heaved a sigh of relief.

The elite squad corpses were around him.

He coughed twice to relax his injured body and then looked outside.

Ye Zhongming faced this squad alone. Although he won, the enemy attacked crazily, and he paid some price.

His body was slightly injured. The two elves finished their energy, so if they weren’t replenished, they wouldn’t be able to support him anymore. His armor was also badly damaged and needed to be repaired…

The only better aspect was that he still had a lot of mental energy.

But Ye Zhongming knew that this wasn’t the time to rest. Although the battle was solved, the saint light canisters, along with the other squads, were pushing forward slowly on the other side of the wall. They were about to occupy 200 meters of the wall. More warriors from the ice crystal path charged onto the wall.

At this time, Ye Zhongming had to respect Saint Light Hall. While their numbers could cause pressure on different parts of the walls, they could also continue their strike on this location.

They had many high-quality warriors, which Cloud Peak or Posthumous people could not compare to.

Of course, even if Saint Light Hall won after this battle, they would be damaged. They would take 20 years to recover.

It was the same the opposite way. If the Posthumous people won, their youth and strength would also greatly decrease.

Some weird horn sounds spread from outside, which caused the Saint Light Hall warriors to pause. They then gave a giant roar, and the entire mountain range shook.

“Light Horn!”

An older Posthumous people warrior heard the sound and muttered.

Ye Zhongming turned, “What is that?”

The warrior was numb as he looked at Ye Zhongming, “The moment the Light Horn is blown, the god’s punishment will descend.”

“They are launching their final attack.”