The Monster is Coming

Chapter 472 The sun shines before the monument, and the long night is finally over.

Time flies by, carrying all things forward in a rush.

The energy tower in Xinxing Valley lights up regularly in the twilight, and the characters of the Code on the stone tablet in the center of the square have become slightly blurred by the wind and rain.

Only the cracks in the brickwork, stained with the blood of the fierce claws, have never been cleaned, and their color has deepened to an even darker red.

This is a wound in the heart of the Rongling people that has never healed.

Thirty-five years is a long and arduous period for an individual.

But for the Rongling civilization, which lay dormant in humiliation, it was merely a brief pause before turning the page of history.

The time for revenge arrived when the Bonebreakers were locked in a full-scale war with a powerful civilization known as the Windwalls.

The Windwall Clan is an elemental civilization that inhabits the "Howling Lands".

Their forms are variable, composed of flowing vortices and pure wind elemental energy. At the core of their bodies are elemental crystals known as "wind cores," and their very existence resonates with the flow of the world's winds.

Their territory is not defined by city walls, but by a series of ever-flowing energy storms.

This ethnic group's territory contains a large number of rare resource-rich areas.

This includes the "Blood Crystal Stone," which the Bone Splitter desires. It is a special resource that can catalyze the evolution of the Bone Splitter's bloodline.

Secondly, during the pre-war assessment phase, the Rongling tribe submitted a resource assessment report.

They believe that the elemental cores within the Windwall race can be used to create new weapons and equipment, and even improve transportation efficiency.

This means that as long as they win this war, the Riftbone Civilization will complete a collective evolution.

The war broke out without any suspense.

But this time, the Bone Splitter Clan ran into a brick wall.

The Windwall Clan's fighting style is completely different from that of the Bone Clan.

They need no heavy bone armor or weapons; they can blend into the storm, flashing in the air, and summon destructive hurricanes or even death storms that disintegrate the structure of matter in an instant.

Their cities are fortresses, flowing wind barriers that can absorb most physical and energy impacts.

The powerful physique and bloodthirsty attacks that the Bonebreaker warriors were so proud of appeared clumsy and inefficient in the face of the omnipresent energy storm.

The only advantage of the Bone Splitter Clan is the research and development system of the Velvet Spirit Clan and their large population.

Faced with this disadvantage, the Bone Splitter chose to mobilize legions from different regions of their territory to converge on the battlefield against the Windwall Clan.

During this process, the main force of the Bone Splitter Clan was deployed in full.

They are locked in a brutal tug-of-war with the Windwall Clan in a buffer zone called "Sparkling Plains".

During this period, a massive amount of data was fed into Xinxing Valley every day.

Tu Hu discovered that the war had gradually turned into a quagmire of attrition.

The massive war machine of the Bonebreaker race was running at full speed, and the demand for logistics, equipment, intelligence, and even the explosive power of soldiers reached its peak.

This made Tu Hu, who had been monitoring the Bone Splitter Clan, realize that the long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived.

After a dark web meeting, the Rongling tribe revealed their long-hidden fangs.

The prelude to the counterattack was first drawn from the "Lingxi Dark Web" that spread throughout the Riftbond Territory.

When the Bone Clan's frontline command issued a general offensive order, the communications network department under Qiming launched a deadly interference attack, altering the critical coordinate parameters in the order.

Following incorrect instructions, the three main assault regiments crashed into the Windwall Clan's pre-set energy minefield, suffering heavy losses in a dazzling yet deadly explosion of crystal light.

The Bone Splitter Clan command center was in complete chaos.

The Jing Si team's "blood rage preparation" subsequently showed its power.

When the elite legion of the Bonebreaker was surrounded, they habitually injected themselves with "Blood Rage Agent" during the battle. Suddenly, the mobile signal vehicle that was moving with the war legion exploded, and the specially made neutralizing agent was released into the air, combining with the inert substances accumulated in the soldiers' bodies.

In an instant, the surging power within his veins transformed into the karmic fire that ignited life.

Large numbers of elite warriors of the Bone Clan spontaneously combusted and exploded in extreme agony, leaving a cloud of blood mist in the sky above the battlefield.

Panic spread like a plague among the Bonebreaker frontline troops.

Ironheart crafted the ferocious beast bone armor and bloodthirsty blade specifically for the Riftbone Clan. Under Ironheart's remote command, the armor swept across the battlefield via the remaining signal vehicles. After absorbing the Riftbone Clan's blood and energy, the sturdy bone armor instantly transformed into a high-temperature furnace, burning and imprisoning the wearer alive.

The cavity structure inside the Bloodthirsty Blade went out of control, frantically drawing out the user's blood and evil energy until it sucked them dry.

The Bonebreaker warriors were horrified to discover that their most trusted weapon had suddenly become the Grim Reaper, reaping their lives.

Meanwhile, the other races enslaved and controlled by them, incited by the Rongling tribe, launched a large-scale uprising, further tearing apart the rear order of the Liegu tribe.

During this phase, all of the main forces of the Bone Splitter were tied up on the battlefield and had no ability to retreat.

Members of the Rongling tribe scattered throughout the territory of the Bone-Splitter tribe received new instructions from the New Star Valley.

Using their prior knowledge of the strongholds' defenses and resource warehouse locations, they launched a deadly surprise attack from within and without, against the disorganized Bone Clan defenders.

The newly developed weapons, secretly developed, were quickly assembled, and the power gained from cultivating the "Life Evolution Method" no longer needed to be hidden.

These conscripted Rongling warriors became poisonous thorns piercing the bodies of the Liegu tribe.

All of this was completely unknown to "Broken Tooth," the military supervisor guarding Nova Valley.

All communications are under the control of the Rongling tribe; they decide what messages can be sent back.

The fifth-generation leader, Lingyue, immediately launched an operation to reclaim New Star Valley.

It led the elite warriors of the Rongling tribe, equipped with the brand-new "Avenger" series of weapons, and blocked the main hall where Shattered Tooth used to issue commands.

This war has been brewing for a long time.

The resistance of the broken tooth tissue was powerless to stop it.

As its personal guards fell one by one, their bodies covered in blood and broken teeth, its golden vertical pupils filled with rage, it stubbornly held its body from collapsing, staring intently at the slowly approaching Tu Hu:
"Why? We gave you a chance to live!" Shattered Fang roared, his bone blade slashing at the energy shield erected by the Velvet Spirit warriors, sparks flying everywhere.

Tu Hu did not answer.

He simply raised his hand calmly, a tiny spirit core floating in his palm.

The next moment, the bone ornament worn by the Broken Tooth, which was "offered" by the Rongling tribe to enhance spiritual perception, suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light.

After the explosion, Broken Tooth's massive body stiffened abruptly, the golden light in its eyes quickly dimmed and dissipated, and it finally collapsed heavily to the ground.

Approaching the shattered body, Tu Hu spoke softly to the air, and also to all the clansmen listening in the dark web:

"Because we have never accepted slavery, but have only been waiting for the time to bury you."

The Rongling tribe's counterattack officially began after they regained control of New Star Valley.

The final chapter of the Broken Bone Dynasty was played from within.

When the frontline legion of the Bone Splitter fell apart under the dual blows of the Windwall Clan and internal rebellion, the Velvet Spirit Clan stood tall, stepping over the corpses of their enemies.

The technology mastered by the Rongling civilization at this stage had already surpassed that of any previous period.

They transformed themselves from the blood and fire of the Dark Ages and launched their final counterattack.

The counterattack order from New Star Valley instantly exploded across every inch of the Bone Splitter's territory.

The Bone Splitter's border outpost was the first to collapse.

The early warning device, originally intended to monitor energy fluctuations, had its core program rewritten by the Rongling tribe's technicians and was now serving as a beacon guiding attacks.

The tribesmen, hidden in the mountains and forests surrounding the outpost, quickly pieced together the disassembled and concealed "bee sting" energy cannon. The metal parts clanged crisply in the twilight, and the assembly was completed in just a few breaths.

The cannons were aimed at the energy core of the outpost, and a crystal-blue energy beam shot out, exploding into a cloud of pale purple smoke on the dome of the outpost. Before the cries of the defenders could be heard, they were completely drowned out by the subsequent suppressive fire.

Explosions erupted from armories across the land, like thunder rumbling across the earth.

The "program" reserved by the Iron Heart team was activated. When the hastily arriving guards tried to extinguish the fire, the armories in various places suddenly erupted with high temperatures. The alloy doors of the armories instantly melted into molten iron, sealing the weapons stored inside and the guards together in the raging sea of ​​fire.

During this time, the modified "awakening device" emitted high-frequency sound waves, activating the ferocious beast bone armor on the guards' bodies. Sharp bone spikes popped out from their joints, piercing through the bodies of the bone-cracked warriors they wore.

The signals of the Spirit Rhinoceros Dark Network spread across the entire area like a spider web, connecting the collapse of the Bone Clan into a giant web of despair.

Qiming's communications team constantly switched frequencies, fabricated news of a major victory at the front to lure reinforcements into the rear, and intercepted and altered the distress signals of the defending troops, completely paralyzing the already chaotic command system.

The commander of a key stronghold received false intelligence that "the Wind Wall Clan has broken through the defense line." He led his main force to rush to the aid, only to run into the "Spirit Binding Array" set up by the Rongling Clan as soon as he left the city gate.

The crystal cores buried underground were activated simultaneously, and blue energy threads intertwined into a net, trapping the entire army in place. The Rongling warriors who arrived later, carrying advanced weapons they had assembled, quickly swept away the army like harvesting wheat.

From the moment the counterattack began, the Rongling tribe displayed overwhelming force in this war.

They never considered a protracted war; their goal was to kill the Bone Clan in one blow, giving them no chance to catch their breath or regroup.

He channeled all the pent-up frustration and scheming of the past thirty-five years into a raging inferno that burned away the old era, until he extinguished the last vestige of hope in the enemy and personally tolled the death knell for the Riftbone Clan. The Riftbone Clan's resistance was like a sandcastle being washed away by the tide; it seemed sturdy, but it crumbled step by step under the relentless attacks of the Velvet Spirit Clan.

The once-mighty Bonebreaker Warriors now wail amidst their out-of-control bone armor; their impregnable fortress is being breached from within by their former slaves.

The counterattack was accelerating, and by noon the strongholds where resistance had been ongoing in the morning were already adorned with the silver-gray flags of the Rongling tribe.

The new energy weapons hummed in the street fighting, and the warriors who cultivated the life evolution method moved like ghosts among the broken walls and ruins.

The Bone Splitter sent out a distress signal in the morning, and by evening the feedback was that "the defending forces have been defeated."

During this period, the remaining forces of the Bone Splitter Clan continuously sought help from the main force of the Radiant Plains.

Control of communication equipment has always remained in the hands of the Rongling people.

For the Bonebreaker warriors, who were already accustomed to communication devices, losing internal communication was like having their throats choked.

The old communication methods were abandoned because they were inefficient, and there was absolutely no experience in dealing with such events.

On the contrary, after thirty-five years of dormancy, the Rongling Clan had long known every weakness of the Liegu Clan.

All the forbearance in the early stages was for this moment of complete explosion.

The call to counterattack spread like wildfire, fueled by the wind and amplified by the wind, rapidly engulfing the flames.

Despite their massive size and powerful individuals, the Bone Splitters are like a giant beast whose nerves (communication) have been severed and whose claws (weapons) have been shattered, leaving them only able to roar helplessly.

The Rongling race used time to forge themselves into billions of destructive cells buried within the giant beast's body.

The counterattack "signal" that Tu Hu pressed was the fuse for the explosion.

The once invincible plunderers have become a dying beast in the eyes of the Rongling tribe.

A month later.

The last royal banner of the Bone Splitter was burned in the city where the rebels were still putting up a fight, marking the complete demise of this once invincible dynasty of raiders.

Its vast territory, its enormous remaining resources, and even the ethnic groups that were once enslaved were all taken over by the Rongling people.

A new overlord, with New Star Valley as its core region, quietly rises from the ruins of the old empire.

As the clamor of victory subsided, instead of a grand celebration, a solemn and dignified memorial ceremony was held in New Star Valley.

On this day, the sky was dim, and leaden-gray clouds hung low.

In the rebuilt central square, crowds silently gathered with freshly picked flowers. From residents of Xinxing Valley to clansmen returning from all over the country, everyone was dressed in plain clothes and looked solemn.

In the center of the square, the black stone tablet that originally bore the inscription of the Code of Laws has been removed.

In its place stands a new, majestic monument: the Monument to the Passing on the Torch.

The monument was forged from the remains of captured Bonebreaker warriors. Its dark red base symbolizes the fierce claws and the blood of countless martyrs. The monument gradually turns silver-gray with a metallic sheen as it rises, symbolizing the journey of civilization from darkness to light.

The monument is not carved with any images, but with countless intricate names, like stars, eternally engraved upon it.

These are the names of all the heroic spirits who sacrificed themselves for the continuation of their race during those thirty-five dark years.

The ceremony was presided over by Ling Yue, a leader of the Five Dynasties.

As the ceremony began, he started reading the names inscribed on the monument:

"Fierce Claw, the second-generation guardian of Nova Valley, one of the founding leaders of Nova Valley, paved the way for the future of our race with his spine in the first year of the Dark Ages, when blood splattered the square."

"Rockheart, the leader of the Blackrock Mine uprising, during the seven dark years, detonated the mine to cover his comrades' intelligence delivery, perishing with the enemy."

"Mo Yu, one of the early builders of the Lingxi Dark Web, destroyed the crystal core during the construction of the signal tower in the eleventh year of darkness and kept the secret until his death."

"Qing Teng, the creator of the Blood Rage preparation formula, died in the Dark Twenty-Three Years due to organ failure caused by prolonged exposure to highly toxic materials."

Each name uttered felt like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

Among these warriors considered heroic spirits were leaders who died as bravely as Liezhao.

There were grassroots soldiers who silently organized resistance in mines and on the front lines.

There were researchers who overdraw their lives in the laboratory... They all burned themselves out in different ways, but they all fell in the deepest darkness before dawn, unable to witness the day when the Bonebreaker Clan collapsed, unable to breathe a breath of free air.

Tu Hu stood at the front of the crowd, looking up at the monument.

Each time a name is read, a corresponding face appears in the mind, then transforms into a series of cold names on the monument.

He held a wine flask in his hand.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but he couldn't suppress the emotions surging up from the bottom of his heart.

Lingyue's voice continued to echo in the square:

"You are the foundation, the flame, the fireflies in the darkness of our people... Today, we stand here, in the name of freedom, to honor your indomitable spirits!"

"The Rongling tribe survives because of you!"

"The flame of civilization is ignited because of you!"

"This monument bears witness that the torch will be passed down from generation to generation, and we will never forget it!"

As the final eulogy was recited, Lingyue was the first to bow deeply in reverence.

Immediately afterwards, like a tide, all the Rongling people in the entire square, regardless of age, bowed in unison.

We pay the highest tribute to the heroes of our time.

The broken spine has straightened again, and the Rongling people have finally come to where they are today.

After the ceremony, everyone slowly straightened up.

Without any command, the crowd spontaneously began the next ritual.

They move forward silently, like a winding river, flowing towards the majestic "Monument to the Torch".

Leading the way were elderly men with white hair and beards. They tremblingly took out soil from their homes, treasured in the "History Museum," from Xingxing Valley, and gently sprinkled it under the base of the monument.

Soil carries the earliest memories of the times, connecting the starting point of wandering with the destination of return.

Following closely behind were young adults who brought the newly blossoming white flowers from the surrounding mountains and fields of Xinxing Valley, or fresh flowers brought back from various places.

Then, bending down, he gently placed the life force in his hands before the monument, silently declaring: the land watered by the blood of our ancestors will be protected by them with their lives, so that it may be revitalized.

Next came the women and children.

They offered homemade fruit wine, freshly baked cereal, or berries.

These simplest foods represent the continuation of life and are dedicated to the elders and spirits who can no longer taste the flavors of their hometown.

A young spirit tiptoed and placed a bright red berry on the corner of the monument's base. Then, she looked up at the tiny name her mother was pointing to on the monument and whispered in her childish voice:
"Father, have some...sweet."

The mother beside him abruptly turned her head away, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Then Lingyue, Jingsi, Tiexin, Qiming and other core leaders of the contemporary era stepped forward... Countless feet stepped on the ground in front of the monument, and the offerings were gently placed down.

When Tu Hu, the last one to step forward, retreated back into the crowd, the entire square fell silent.

At this moment, sunlight pierced through the clouds, and a ray of golden light fell precisely on the highest tip of the "Torchbearer Monument," making the silver-gray monument shine brightly, as if the spirits of the martyrs were watching over this land they had given their lives to win back from the heavens.

The ceremony is now complete.

It is not noisy, yet it is more powerful than any triumphant cheer.

In silence, we declare: history has been remembered, and the road ahead is already in our hands.

Tu Hu took one last look at the monument that bore witness to so much bloodshed and hope, then turned around, his gaze sweeping over the countless tear-stained but determined faces behind him.

A smile finally appeared on his face:
"The sky has finally brightened."

The five generations of leaders looked at their ancestor, who had witnessed the history of the Rongling people and had always silently borne the heaviest burden, and their faces also broke into smiles.

In his smile was a sense of relief that the long, dark night had finally ended.

It is also a tribute to the departed heroes, and a deepest respect for the immortal guardian before us.

After the memorial service ended, the crowd quietly dispersed.

A new era for the Rongling tribe has officially begun.

This starting point of civilization was forged from the bones and will of countless heroic spirits.

In the future, the living will carry on the legacy of the deceased and continue to write a glorious chapter.

(End of this chapter)