Final Lord

Chapter 321 The Second Obelisk
"Charles I was corrupted by a cult and was executed by the Crimson Flame Sword Saint. He repented on his deathbed and was willing to die."

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Unrest broke out in the capital.

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Minister of War Howard mobilized the city guards to besiege the Crimson Sword Saint, but was driven back by the combined efforts of Prince Charles II and Prince Charles.

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Upon assuming the throne, Prince Charles II's first decree was to thoroughly investigate the evil cult, and his second decree was to bestow the title of Guardian Sword Saint upon the Crimson Flame Sword Saint and grant him an additional three thousand li of border territory.

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Wang Bufu looked at the secret report brought back by the crows and let out a soft breath.

History has come full circle, and we've arrived at this point.

In his previous life, Charles I died under mysterious circumstances, but in this life, he has a death that shocks the world.

The ruler of a nation colluded with a cult and was slain by the Guardian Sword Saint. His death was unprecedented and likely to remain so.

"I don't believe he's really dead; it's just a cover-up," Wang Bufu said with a smile, shaking his head.

He wasn't a master of logical reasoning, but he knew the future. Extrapolating the present from future events made things much easier.

Hank colluded with the evil cult, and Charlie, the evil cult behind Hank, appeared in the Dawn Empire. The Lord of the Morning Star fell, plunging the Dawn Empire into turmoil. These events can all be connected into a single thread.

Wang Bufu's fingers gently caressed the secret letter delivered by the raven, the parchment making a soft rustling sound under his fingertips. Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed his profile in a blood-red hue, and his amber pupils gleamed with an all-knowing light.

"More than 90% probability," he muttered to himself, his voice like a sharp, icy blade, "that Charles I was the culprit behind the downfall of the Morning Star."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yi abruptly looked up, the teacup in her hand clinking against the edge of the table. She blinked her clear eyes and asked:
"Brother, should we remind the Church of Dawn? After all, the God of the Morning Star is a righteous god who protects our world. If He falls, it will have a very bad impact on the whole world, right?"

Wang Bufu suddenly turned around, the flickering light from the gilded candlestick casting a long, elongated shadow in his eyes. A mocking smile played on his lips, but his voice was as cold as the polar wind:

“It’s none of our business.” He shook his head resolutely, the secret letter between his fingers turning to ashes in the candlelight. “History has proven that the high-ranking members of the Morning Star Church are either traitors or arrogant fools.”

The wind outside the window suddenly picked up and became fierce, making the windowpanes rattle loudly. Wang Bufu's voice sounded particularly clear in the wind:
"Do you remember the tragedy of the Crow Clan? The God of Death warned us long ago." A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "But what did those self-proclaimed pious fools do?"
They slaughtered the entire Arakkoa race! Just because they brought unpleasant news!

"Go and report now? Ha!" he sneered. "We might very well become the second Arakkoa."

He reached out and ruffled his sister's hair, then suddenly gave her a meaningful smile.

"Girl, remember what I said—put aside your desire to help others and respect their fate."

Wei Yi nodded vigorously and wrote down what Wang Bufu had said.

Wang Bufu's collection of sayings is getting thicker and thicker.

"My lord, the passage leading to the underground of Leviathan Fortress has been dug!"

Just then, Blind Cat came running over excitedly, carrying his staff.

"Excellent!" Wang Bufu excitedly pumped his fist. "Reorganize the army and set off immediately!"

Soldiers are valuable and quick.

Wang Bufu mustered his troops in the morning, and by the afternoon, his forces had reached the underground of Leviathan Fortress. Unseal the obelisk and begin the battle!
Wang Bufu stood in the dark passage beneath the Leviathan Fortress, his cloak motionless in the chilly air.

Before him, a large number of chaotic monsters were constantly being generated.

"Undead Truck Riders, form a wedge formation." His voice was deep and clear, each syllable carrying undeniable power. "Full speed charge in three seconds."

As the order was given, thirty undead trucks made of bones and black iron roared to life.

The crimson gems embedded in the front of the car lit up one by one, and the exhaust pipe spewed out eerie blue flames.

The skeleton pilots pressed the accelerator in unison, their metal skeletons scraping against the control levers, creating ear-piercing sonic booms.

"Crush them!" Wang Bufu swung his arm down abruptly.

In an instant, the steel torrent of undead truck riders swept out like a tsunami. Sharp bone spikes emerged from the wheels, and the barbed metal front swept across like a battering ram.

As the truck charged, the monster was pinned to the front of the vehicle and kept being pushed backward!

The first wave of monsters that appeared was not very strong. The first dozen or so monsters were smashed into pieces of flesh flying everywhere before they even had time to scream. Their putrid bodily fluids made a tooth-grinding popping sound as they were crushed by the tires.

"Skeleton Legion, now!" Wang Bufu's pupils suddenly contracted. "Deploy your positioning formation according to the predetermined coordinates!"

Suddenly, hundreds of mounds rose from the ground, and thirty thousand skeletons emerged simultaneously. With precise steps, they swiftly filled every corner of the battlefield like chess pieces being placed. The sound of bone claws digging into the ground blended into the sound of dense raindrops, instantly constructing a stark white blockade.

"Fungi-dwelling beasts, follow up and capture the point immediately!"

On Wang Bufu's mental tactical sandbox, the blue dots representing his side spread like a virus, leaving only a tiny red area in the center.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Very well, let's leave a 'birthing room' for chaos."

The Fourth Calamity's abilities are beyond doubt; no matter how complex the battle, the Fourth Calamity can find a solution through repeated exploration.

Obelisks are also an example.

In the battle at the obelisk, the chaotic monster spawning follows a pattern.

One of the core rules is that monsters generated by chaos will not appear in areas already occupied by units.

If all areas are occupied by units, Chaos will forcibly open another spawning zone, but as long as there is a place where monsters can spawn, Chaos will continuously spawn its own troops in that place.

As he expected, chaotic energy surged violently within the confined space.

On that sole open space, the monster spawn rate was forcibly slowed down—only one monster twisted and crawled out of the void every five seconds. And waiting for it were three Thunder Abominations already in position.

"Meat grinder mode." Wang Bufu snapped his fingers lightly.

The abominations let out a gleeful growl, and the gears embedded in their bellies began to spin at high speed, causing the chainsaws in their hands to spin rapidly as well.

Like products on an assembly line, they precisely dragged each newborn monster into the steel winches. The sounds of bones cracking and flesh churning were confined to a tiny area, and even the echoes were swallowed up by the sound-absorbing walls formed by the skeleton soldiers.

His tactics worked perfectly—this battle, which should have been earth-shattering, was now as quiet as a silent film.

This tactic is known among players as "capture the point and strangle the enemy."

(End of this chapter)