Final Lord

Chapter 308 The Obelisk

The chaotic cleanup operation has ended, with all forty-six waves of hyenas wiped out by Wang Bufu's forces.

The sulfurous winds of the Demon Ash Plains, carrying a scorching and chaotic aura, swept in, and Wang Bufu's ice-blue cloak billowed like raging waves in the heat.

The mountains of chaotic crystals glowed with an ominous purple light in the twilight, each one like the imprisoned eye of a demon, the surging chaotic energy within causing subtle distortions in the surrounding air.

As Joey, the leader of the sled knights, knelt on one knee, the steel knee pads scraped against the crystalline surface with a grating sound, and his hoarse voice counting off pierced through the ceaseless howling wind across the plains.

“My lord—” Joey’s bloodied knuckles traced the ice crystal badge on his chest. The charred fur of the Demonfire Hyena lingered in the seams of his armor, yet it couldn’t conceal the burning light in his eyes. “A total of 46,780 crystals! Exceeding the planned 30,000.”

"very good."

Wang Bufu turned around and stepped onto the basalt plateau that had been scorched by demonic fire. His boots emitted bursts of white mist as they touched the scalding rocks.

In the distance, the Leviathan Fortress resembled an ancient behemoth with its claws severed, its wounded body writhing in agony amidst the blood-red twilight.

The jagged battlements, torn apart by the demonic tide, resembled the broken fangs of a giant beast, casting menacing shadows in the twilight.

The flickering torchlight on the city wall resembled beads of blood seeping from deep wounds, their glow shimmering uncertainly in the night wind, staining the mottled wall with a sickly dark red.

Hey! Ha!

The night wind, carrying the scent of sulfur and blood, swept across the fields, and the hoarse shouts of construction workers could be faintly heard.

Above Leviathan Fortress, the crisp sound of stone colliding echoed among the ruins, like the weakening heartbeat of a colossal beast. This once-proud border fortress, a source of pride for the entire Duchy of the Stag, now revealed an unprecedented state of exhaustion—corroded feathers could still be seen in the cracks of the walls, shattered by the mournful cries of the white-feathered cranes; charred remains of crane carcasses floated on the surface of the moat, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

What's even more chilling is the frozen fear on the faces of the craftsmen repairing the city walls. Their tools tremble involuntarily, as if they're ready to abandon their work and flee for their lives at any moment.

This is the tremor that the monsters have imprinted deep in the souls of the survivors after the rampage of the demonic tide.

As dusk fell like blood, the sulfurous winds of the Demon Ash Plains whipped up the king's icy blue cloak, making it flutter wildly.

He stood on the edge of the basalt plateau, his long, slender fingers slowly rising to point towards the distant, scarred Leviathan fortress. His fingertip traced a chilling arc in the blood-red sunset, like the scythe of death.

"I have a wicked plan." His voice was soft, yet it made all the generals around him gasp for breath.

Wang Bufu's amber pupils reflected the undried bloodstains on the fortress walls, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Do you know what the most interesting feature of the Chaos Zone is?

Just as a wounded beast will retaliate fiercely, as long as we wipe out all the monsters in the surrounding area, the Chaotic Will will fall into panic.

At that time, this land will launch a fierce counterattack with twice the number of monsters, attempting to reclaim the territory we have 'occupied'.

Wang Bufu suddenly revealed a devilish smile: "And all we need to do is trigger this mechanism..."

"Withdraw immediately," the sled knight commander, Joey, instinctively ordered, then abruptly covered his mouth. He saw in the direction Wang Bufu was pointing—in the cracks of the city walls torn apart by the demonic tide, remnants of decaying crane feathers remained. "Clever," Wang Bufu's chuckle sent chills down everyone's spines. "The extra monsters, driven by the chaotic will, will swarm towards Leviathan like sharks smelling blood."

He suddenly spread his arms, his cloak billowing like demon wings in the gale, "When the number of monsters exceeds the critical point—"

"The second demonic tide is about to erupt!"

Joey's body trembled involuntarily, as if he could see countless monsters flooding the fortress like a tidal wave. He had witnessed the terrifying spectacle of a demonic tide erupting before; it was a horrific disaster that living beings could hardly withstand.

A faint clanging sound suddenly emanated from Joey's steel armor. The battle-hardened knight commander's voice trembled at that moment:

"My lord, how many people will die? The craftsmen on the city walls, the washerwomen by the moat, the families of soldiers who have just lost their children, and the innocent people in the territories protected by Leviathan Fortress."

Wang Bufu's gaze suddenly turned icy, like the unyielding ice of the Arctic. "I don't want to say it, but it's a number that would severely cripple the Duchy of Sturgeons."

"So this can only be our last resort," Wang Bufu chuckled. "If that Bucks King insists on a fight to the death with us..."

"I will place his crown upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

A deathly silence enveloped the battlefield. The surrounding soldiers held their breath. Until a crow tore through the heavy air and fluttered down to land on Wang Bufu's shoulder.

"My lord!" The urgent cawing of a raven startled everyone. "A tower-like structure of divine grace has been discovered on the banks of the Fiery River! It's located at the border between the Demon Ash Plains and the Ash Wasteland!"

Wang Bufu raised an eyebrow. The vague coordinates quickly became clear in his mind—it was a death zone that even they rarely ventured into during training, a forbidden land between the chaotic zone and the semi-chaotic zone. What kind of divinely blessed building would stand in such a strange location?
In the past, he probably wouldn't have rushed over to check, given the danger.

But now, what do I have to fear from mere danger?
I have a Minotaur general who can quell chaos!

"All troops, listen to my command." Wang Bufu's ice-blue cloak suddenly moved without wind. "Turn towards Liu Huohe."

……

When Wang Bufu led his troops to the banks of the Liuhuo River, dusk had completely enveloped the land. The rushing river water shimmered with an eerie dark red hue under the moonlight, as if it were not water flowing, but blood that had not yet congealed.

Right at the twisted zone where the riverbank meets the Demon Ash Plains, a strange, pitch-black tower stands out abruptly, like a dark sword piercing the sky.

The tower is about thirty meters tall, with a perfect four-sided pyramid shape. Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, yet it seems to absorb all light. The tower has no doors, windows, or decorations. Only countless fine silver lines are faintly visible in the moonlight, winding down from the top of the tower like blood vessels and converging into a complex array of runes at the base.

These patterns are not static, but flow at an extremely slow speed, as if some kind of living, breathing creature is imprisoned inside the tower.

Wang Bufu raised his hand to signal the troops to halt their advance, his amber pupils slightly contracting.

As a top player with countless experiences, he instantly recognized its true form from the tower's unique shape—an obelisk!

(End of this chapter)