Chapter 143: The Bloody Black Crow City

  As Prayd released the massive fireball, Gwala's pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of a needle tip. Typically, mages were overly cautious and indecisive, yet this dark magic user had made a decision to mutually destroy each other in such a short time. Although the fireball wasn't flying at an extremely fast speed, breaking through the barrier and stopping it would be impossible even for Gwala's abilities in that instant.

  Guevara's golden aura shone brighter, his fist heavily striking the railing. The thick steel pillars under Guevara's fist seemed to be fragile like rotten wood, breaking one after another. However, at this moment, the large fireball was only a few meters away from the Purification Crystal.

  "Prede's maniacal laughter rose up. Since you won't give me a way out, then let those cursed people struggle and die in agony!"

  At this critical moment, Han Jin raised his hand and a bolt of lightning shot out, passing through the fence and immediately transforming into a giant wooden man that blocked the purification crystal.

  With a loud crash, the huge fireball hit the wooden man's body, and flames shot out in all directions. The wooden man also turned into a giant ball of fire, burning fiercely.

  At this scene, Pride's eyeballs almost popped out, and his loud laughter suddenly stopped, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.

  Guevara had already crossed the fence and was walking step by step towards Prado.

  At this time, Prede had woken up from the shock and looked at Guevara in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he felt cold hands and feet.

  How terrifying is the Dragon Knight? This question probably has no answer, but Prayd knew in his heart that the steel pillars on the fence were made of refined iron he had extracted with great effort, and this was also his last resort. As long as the fence could hold off the opponent for a moment, he would be able to give Gwavar a painful lesson.

  But as Guevara effortlessly snapped the steel pillars that even a sharp blade couldn't cut, Priddy knew. His life had reached its end, perhaps it was all predetermined back in Nuremberg.

  Pride stood there, pale as death. Guevara sneered: "What? No resistance? Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. Although I've never been an interrogator before, I don't mind trying it out on you."

  Pride's eyes widened in horror. He remembered how he had tormented Che Guevara in Nuremberg. It was clear in his mind. The bloody scenes flashed before his eyes one by one. Using the same means on others brought a kind of cruel pleasure. But if it were to happen to himself, it would mean endless agony. At this thought, Pride's hair stood on end.

  Facing Guevara's step-by-step approach, Preydes desperately backed away. He accidentally bumped into the chair beside him and almost fell to the ground.

  Guevara sneered: "How come you're so timid now? Remember when you were pointing fingers and painting in front of me, how mighty you were?"

  Han Jin didn't say a word. Nor did he move. Although he felt that now was the time to subdue that dark magician with the fastest speed possible, rather than waste words. But he was very clear: after being tortured for ten whole years, how gloomy his heart would become! In other words, Gwala needed to vent! This had nothing to do with whether his will was firm or not. Actually, from the moment Gwala was rescued, he had always been very calm. This already proved what kind of determination he possessed.

  Pride was speechless. His heart was struggling fiercely. It was clear that he would not let himself go easily after being caught by Gwala. And escaping was not an option at all. His usual tricks were of no use in front of the Dragon Knight.

  At this time, Prade had already retreated to the edge of the wall. There was no way to retreat anymore.

  Gritting his teeth, Prude finally made up his mind, raised his hand and pressed it against the wall, and a large hole suddenly appeared under his feet. As the hole appeared, Prude fell through it.

  Guevara was caught off guard and didn't expect this guy to have so many tricks up his sleeve, and without hesitation, he jumped into the hole.

  At the moment Priddy fell into the pit, Han Jin noticed his eyes, which were a desperate look like jade and stone being burned together. Han Jin felt something was wrong, but before he could remind him, Gwala had already followed down.

  As expected, a maniacal laughter from Priddy immediately echoed through the cave: "Die together"

  Innumerable scorching flames suddenly shot out from the cave entrance, accompanied by Prayd's painful moans. Then a shocking and earth-shaking roar came from inside the cave, so loud that it made the four walls of the palace tremble with fear, and small stones and dust continued to fall down.

  Han Jin rushed over and raised his hand to release the Ganlin Curse, but it had little effect. The countless falling raindrops only pressed down on the flames a bit, and Han Jin was stunned - what kind of fire was this?

  Just as Han Jin was considering whether or not to use a teleportation symbol, a golden figure burst into the sky, shooting out from the flames.

  "Sir? Are you okay?" Han Jin finally put his heart at ease and asked as he stepped forward.

  Guevara looked disheveled, his clothes were burned and tattered, and there were several streaks of blood on his face.

  "This little spark can't hurt me!" Guevara said, somewhat out of breath: "I just didn't expect that damned guy to blow himself up, luckily I dodged quickly."

  The magician self-destructed? Han Jin broke out in a cold sweat. If he had gone down earlier, without the protection of the Earth Shield Technique, he would have been dead for sure.

  Guevara paused for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat despondent. He turned around and picked up the purification crystal on the altar: "Let's go, hopefully no one has made a move yet."

  Han Jin nodded and followed Gwala out, glancing back at the large hole that was still spewing flames as he left, his understanding of the Dragon Knight's strength increasing once again.

  The entire Black Crow City was filled with the sound of slaughter, and Zaganed had truly fallen, becoming a representative of the Abyssal race on the ground. In Black Crow City, humans accounted for less than one-tenth of the population. These were all Zaganed's original old subordinates or their families, and some humans were slaves. The rest were all abyssal races!

  The only way to summarize it is that on the streets, they were rushing around like wolves and pigs, almost all of them monsters, at least in Han Jin's eyes. Humanoid, egg-shaped, crawling on the ground, gliding, with one or even several pairs of wings, all kinds of monsters stimulated Han Jin's nerves. Lang Ning had already given orders ahead of time. Unless the entire Black Crow City surrendered, the soldiers were not allowed to put down their slaughter knives, which actually meant killing without mercy. The whole Black Crow City was in chaos, and even Lang Ning could no longer command the soldiers of the Storm Army in an organized manner. The Deep Abyssal creatures within Black Crow City couldn't even communicate with each other about surrendering as a whole.

  Han Jin and Gwala were also unable to gather soldiers, so they could only send the purification crystal to the square in the city center first, and the two of them guarded it together.

  The battle raged on until late into the night. The city of Black Crow had become a mess, with corpses everywhere and a third of the city already consumed by raging fires. It was clear to see the destructive power of war, and this was still before everyone had made up their minds that they wanted to occupy and build, not destroy. If it were Zagunede who led the army in the attack, the city would have been reduced to rubble by now.

  Lang Ning moved his command center to the central square, and Leizhe, Xian Ni'er and others also arrived. Leizhe's face was gloomy, and he occasionally cast cold glances at Lang Ning. He repeatedly raised objections, ordering Lang Ning to restrain the soldiers, while he himself ran around the city trying to stop the slaughter, but to little effect. The soldiers had already become bloodthirsty, and resistance did indeed exist - they couldn't just let the soldiers take a beating without fighting back, could they? Lang Ning also refused Leizhe's orders on the same grounds, and the contradictions between them grew deeper.

  Due to differences in worldview, the estrangement that has formed is usually difficult to resolve and hard to convince each other. They must insist on taking what they think is the right path. Moreover, Lang Ning regards the army as a tool for realizing his ideals, while Lei Zhe regards the army as his father's legacy. The difference in their perspectives is really too great!

  Han Jin felt helpless, this matter can't be simply judged by who is right or wrong, each has their own reason, but Lang Ning's temper was a bit too stubborn, before the attack he still hoped Han Jin could help mediate to resolve the conflict between the two, now another incident happened, I'm afraid Lei Zhe is already furious to the extreme, no one can talk sense into him.

  As he thought of this, Han Jin couldn't help but look at Gwala, thinking that Gwala would definitely not want to see discord between the commanders. But unexpectedly, Gwala seemed like he didn't know anything and continued talking with several mages beside him, discussing how to use the purification crystal.

  Middle and lower-level officers were coming in and out like a revolving lantern, one moment reporting the discovery of a treasure room somewhere, with specific items being checked, and the next moment reporting encountering strong resistance somewhere, with heavy troop losses and urgent need for reinforcements. Moreover, it was not only Lei Zhe and Lang Ning who had their own independent worldviews, but also the generals and soldiers at all levels, although Lang Ning had already issued a kill-without-mercy order, there were still some soldiers who occasionally brought prisoners to the square, of course, these were just the prisoners they considered important, while the rest of the miscellaneous Deep Abyssal race did not enjoy such treatment.

  Leizhe also started to get busy, he was busy dealing with the captives, trying his best to alleviate their fears and dispatched people to ensure their safety, conveying a message that the Jiliu Army was a righteous army. However, in the Black Crow City where blood flowed like rivers, whether the captives could believe his words was unknown. Everyone was busy until sunrise when the battle finally subsided, but the Black Crow City had already become a different place...

  Yesterday, my body still hadn't adjusted well, and there were some things I wanted to say but didn't have the time to write out. No matter what the final result is, thank you from the bottom of my heart! Also, thank you to everyone who has given me rewards - just knowing that you all are willing to spend money on subscribing to my work already makes me very grateful! Although I'm an old author, rewards are a new thing for me, and it wasn't until today when I saw the option to view rewards in the author zone that I realized this. Looking back at the records from the past few months, you all have given quite generously - it's really amazing! To be honest, I'm just a materialistic person, and writing is also for making money. At first, seeing those rewards made me feel elated, but after looking again, my heart felt heavy because this is an extra expenditure on your part. Since I've already received the rewards, shouldn't I do something or give back in some way? But there's nothing substantial I can do - all I can do is try to write more exciting chapters and update as frequently as possible! For the next few days, I'll take care of myself a bit; my body really can't keep up. And then... I absolutely won't let you all down! (To be continued...)