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Chapter 282 That exhilarating charge!!! (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!~)

Jiang Wei nodded in satisfaction.

Her delicate face had a languid blush, a result of a full meal.

The group then left the bustling, warm veteran's tavern, leaving behind the aroma of beer, roasted meat, and everyday life.

Stepping back into the chilly, desolate streets of Jicheng at night.

The dim streetlights stretched their shadows long and then shortened.

They walked in silence and soon returned to the detached courtyard that had been assigned to them.

The lights in the small building came on, dispelling the chill in the courtyard.

The group did not disperse immediately, but chatted for a while in the simple living room.

Fang Qingyu looked around and, seeing that no one had anything particularly important to do, said, "Alright, everyone get some rest today. With the transfer of honors complete, we may receive missions at any time, so keep up your alertness."

"understand!"

"receive."

Everyone responded enthusiastically, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Soon, everyone got up and went to their own rooms.

Fang Qingyu returned to his room on the second floor.

The alloy door closed silently behind them, isolating them from the outside world.

I walked to the window and looked at the ever-burning lights of the city outside, recalling the words of the mysterious old man in the tavern.

A moment of silence.

Fang Qingyu took out his phone and sent a message to Grandpa Hong Qitian:
Send the message to the person you met today about the old man and what he said.

After sending the message, Fang Qingyu placed his phone on the table.

He walked over and sat down cross-legged.

He pondered the visualization method, calmed his mind, and waited for a response.

Not long after, the phone screen lit up.

Hong Qitian's reply has arrived.

Hong Qitian: Okay. Just listen to him. We'll talk about it again when you reach the third rank. But don't worry too much, kid. It's unlikely that any deity's true form will dare to descend upon the Federation territory in the short term.

Upon seeing the last sentence, Fang Qingyu paused slightly in surprise.

His eyebrows furrowed, his doubts deepening.

The old man spoke with far too certainty, as if it were an ironclad rule that gods dared not set foot on federal territory.

Pick up the communicator and quickly press for answers:
Fang Qingyu: Why? Why doesn't the true form of the deity dare to descend?

The reply arrived almost instantly, its words exuding an air of unbridled arrogance:
Hong Qitian: Because my son is not dead yet.

Fang Qingyu stared at the seven words on the screen, stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, his tense heartstrings quietly easing a little at that moment.

Hong Qitian's son is naturally the head of the Federal Bureau of Divine Management, currently the top director in the Federation.

Seeing how confident the old man was.
It seems that this director-general, whom I've never met, is even more terrifying than I imagined.

This seemingly casual remark truly reassured Fang Qingyu.

At least.

For the time being, this land of the Federation is still a safe haven.

Fang Qingyu put his phone away.

He sat down cross-legged again, calmed his mind, and began to practice the Nine Revolutions of Primordial Chaos Visualization Method.

Although it is said that no deity in its true form dares to descend at present.

But one must be strong to succeed.

If you are strong enough.
If the true form of a deity dares to come.

He himself was able to break free from Jiang Wei's inevitable fate of death.

Besides, the old man was referring to a short period of time.

Just how short is this time?
Only the old man himself knew.

When Fang Qingyu and his group received their first mission...

It was already the fifth day after the medal transfer ceremony.

The biting wind, like ice blades, whipped against the polar cold-weather combat suit covering the entire body, carrying dense snowflakes and making a dull "thud" sound.

Visibility was extremely low.

Ten meters away was a chaotic white storm.

Fang Qingyu and his five companions formed a single file, resembling five statues struggling through a blizzard. Their entire bodies were tightly wrapped in state-of-the-art composite cold-weather materials, with even their eyes hidden behind specially made windproof goggles, leaving only the white frost condensed on their breathing masks.

Their current location is far removed from the reassuring and majestic outline of the Great Wall of Steel.

Venture deep into the unknown ice plains north of the Great Wall defense line.

The snow beneath our feet was knee-deep, mixed with ice shards, and each step required considerable effort.

Only the howling of the wind and snow and the crunching sound of the snow being crushed underfoot remained between heaven and earth.

Wei Banmeng, who was walking at the front of the group, suddenly stopped, turned to the side, and unfolded a map in her hand.

The voice, clear and calm, rang out over the radio to the other four: "The entrance is three kilometers directly ahead. Split up and meet back at this point in one hour."

Fang Qingyu stood at the end of the group, his calm voice carrying through the wind and snow: "Alright. Be careful, stay hidden, keep communication silent, move out!"

"understand!"

After a brief but powerful response.

The five figures, like ghosts disappearing into a blizzard, instantly changed direction.

Wei Banmeng is in the center, Chu Kuanglan is to the left front, Lu Jiuyuan is to the right front, and Jiang Wei is to the left rear.

Fang Qingyu then sneaked away to the right rear alone.

The figures of the group flashed a few times in the swirling snow and then disappeared completely into the vast white expanse, as if they had never existed.

Fang Qingyu's chosen route required him to bypass a rugged forest of ice towers.

He lowered his body, shrinking the Eternal Night Territory to its limit.

Used only to maintain body temperature and dispel frost clinging to the goggles, the whole person moves silently and swiftly, like a shadow gliding along the ground, under the cover of howling wind and snow.

Over the past five days, Jiang Wei has been absorbing and adapting to the power brought by her new body like a sponge.

Although there is still a short distance to go before we can fully control the immense power that seems to originate from the depths of the molten core.

But it's not far off.

In just five days, she had initially figured out the main channels for the circulation of power and was able to reliably draw upon a portion of it. Her combat strength had already firmly reached the level of the second-tier high realm.

In some bursts of power, they can even touch the threshold of the second-tier peak.

With this level of capability, they are fully capable of undertaking this mission.

Fang Qingyu was not surprised at all.

Given Nüba's status, this rate of growth is to be expected.

Even the old man with the question mark above his head called Jiang Wei, the female demon.

This position is self-evident.

The mission they were carrying out was a typical "assault/decapitation" mission.

Target area: Skullshattering Ice Valley.

Intelligence indicates that a mixed group of about two thousand people, composed of various types of spirits, is stationed and resting here.

among them.

A second-tier peak super-large life ghost has been confirmed to exist.

Blackstone Golem.

These massive, incredibly defensive golems act like mobile battering rams and fortresses in group battles, posing a significant threat to the defenses of ordinary armies.

Fang Qingyu's team has two mission objectives.

By diverting and maneuvering, creating sufficient chaos, the main force of the Ghost Army in the Ice Valley will be drawn out, disrupting their deployment and creating favorable conditions for the subsequent encirclement and annihilation by the main force.

So it's also called the advance mission.

The second objective was to lock onto and kill the second-tier peak super-large life ghost, which served as the core combat force and a crucial node, amidst the chaos.

Blackstone Golem.

They weren't going to venture deep into enemy territory alone to annihilate the entire army of the Deadly Ghosts; that would be tantamount to suicide.

The roles of these individuals are like a sharp dagger aimed straight at a vital point.

The decapitation strike and the raid were carried out simultaneously.

To create chaos.

The main force of the Federal Guard, which was already waiting in its designated position, then carried out the final encirclement and annihilation.

Like a snow leopard blending into its environment, Fang Qingyu silently climbed a rocky highland covered by ice.

He lowered his body, completely assimilating his own aura into the environment, and looked down into the valley below, his gaze piercing through his goggles and the raging wind and snow.

The terrain of the Ice Valley is relatively low-lying.

The towering glacial cliffs on both sides form a natural barrier.

It reduced some of the impact of the wind and snow.

Within the valley, countless ghostly figures stretched as far as the eye could see, like a gray-black tide.

A rough estimate suggests the number exceeds two thousand.

However, what shocked and even horrified Fang Qingyu and the others was...
The state exhibited by this army of ghosts.

There was no chaos, screaming, or disorderly wandering as expected.

The spirits within the valley exhibited an unbelievable order!

Different kinds of spirits do not live together in a chaotic manner.

They are clearly divided into different group areas.

Covered in sharp ice crystals, the "Bone-Eating Dogs," resembling enlarged versions of hyenas, occupy the outer perimeter of the valley entrance. Most of them lie quietly resting in the snow, while only a few patrol back and forth along fixed routes, their movements exhibiting a rigid regularity.

Deeper still, there are the "Frostbone Heavy Armored Beasts," clad in thick bone armor and resembling small tanks.

In the sky, some shadows could be vaguely seen swirling in the wind and snow.

The Shadow Claw Bat is serving as an aerial watchdog.

What's most unsettling is that within the entire massive horde of spirits, the usual manic and violent roars and howls are almost entirely absent.

Only the mournful sound of the cold wind whistling through the ice cracks.

And some low, suppressed gurgling sounds.

A somber, oppressive, and highly organized atmosphere permeated the entire ice valley.

When the army of ghosts began to show organization and discipline, they even suppressed their innate frenzied instincts.
The visuals are impactful and threatening.

It is far better than facing a chaotic tide of ghosts that outnumbers you several times over.

Calmness, organization, and discipline—these were originally advantages that humans were proud of when facing the demons of fate.

And now it seems that the Fate Ghost also has it.

How did they do that?

Is it the forced control of some higher-level spirit of fate?
This huge question mark instantly lingered in the minds of the five people.

The public radio station was deathly silent; clearly, the other four had also witnessed this mind-blowing scene and were equally shocked and solemn.

After a short silence.

Chu Kuanglan's low, rough voice rang in Fang Qingyu's ears:

"So, Captain? Should we change the plan?"

Chu Kuanglan's words voiced everyone's doubts.

The disciplined army of ghosts before us possesses combat power and reaction speed far exceeding intelligence estimates. Forcing execution according to the original plan would undoubtedly drastically increase the risks.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept across the entire ice valley once more.

The gaze eventually settled firmly on the deepest part of the valley, a relatively open area.

There, a huge black shadow, as large as a small mountain, lay prostrate.

Even when at rest, its massive silhouette exudes a suffocating sense of oppression.

That is one of their goals.

Blackstone Golem.

There was a ring of open space around it, clearly reserved for its exclusive area, and the patrolling spirits nearby subconsciously kept their distance.

"The plan remains unchanged."

Fang Qingyu's voice came through the radio.

"Execute according to the original division of labor! Banmeng, Kuanglan, Jiuyuan, Xiaojiang, move out simultaneously from the designated positions. The bigger the commotion, the better. Make sure to draw out the main force from the valley entrance! I'll deal with that big guy. Countdown: two minutes to prepare!"

A disciplined army is certainly powerful.

However, once the command node is severed or the formation is disrupted by a sudden and fierce attack, the level of chaos may be even greater than that of a rabble.

The decapitation of the black stone golem, which served as a crucial turning point and might even have been a symbol of morale, was a key event.

This is itself the heaviest blow to this disciplined force.

"understand!"

Four brief confirmations came through the channel.

The doubts were instantly suppressed, replaced by a focused concentration and murderous intent as the mission was about to be carried out.

No matter how the enemy changes, they only need to perform their roles well.

Two minutes flew by amidst the howling wind and snow.

As Fang Qingyu silently counted down to the last second, a deep and clear command came through the radio:
"action!"

boom! boom! boom! boom!
Almost at the same instant!

The four different directions surrounding the entrance to the "Skull-Shattering Ice Valley" resemble a dormant volcano suddenly erupting.

A condensed, ice-blue blade of light, like lightning tearing through the night, precisely cleaved into the center of a patrolling pack of Bone-Eating Dogs.

The moment the blade energy exploded, the bone-eating hounds within a radius of tens of meters, along with the accumulated snow, were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, and then shredded into countless ice crystal fragments by the subsequent violent sword energy.

A bone-chilling cold, mixed with the scent of death, suddenly spread.

There is another direction.
A deafening, defiant roar drowned out the howling wind and snow: "Grandpa's here!! All of you, get out here and face your deaths!!!"

Accompanying this roar was a figure that crashed into the densely packed area of ​​life-destroying ghosts like a meteorite falling from the sky.

Four sharp knives, from four directions, plunged viciously into the vital points of the group of ghosts.

The dead silence of order was shattered in an instant.

The suppressed mania exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited.

The entire entrance area of ​​the Ice Valley was in complete chaos.

A mournful roar and an angry shriek instantly overwhelmed the wind and snow.

After the initial chaos caused by the surprise attack, the horde of spirits began to surge madly toward the four attack points under the command of some unseen will or the roar of a higher-ranking individual.

The gray-black waves instantly became turbulent and violent.

The four of them were like four giant stones thrown into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves and successfully attracting and holding back a large number of ghosts from the direction of the valley entrance.

At that moment, Fang Qingyu had already, like a ghost, circled around to the edge of the open area belonging to the Black Stone Giant Golem deep in the Ice Valley the instant the action order was issued.

They perfectly took advantage of the huge chaos created by their four teammates and the gap when all the ghosts were drawn towards the valley entrance.

They stealthily approached their target's feet.

The wind and snow continued to rage, but Fang Qingyu seemed to blend into the shadows.

Slowly raising his head, his gaze pierced through the goggles, looking up at the enormous creature before him, which, even when lying prostrate on the ground, resembled a small mountain.

Blackrock Golem

The black title hovered above the enormous head, made of rough black rock, which resembled an unfinished sculpture.

The violent explosions and roars coming from the direction of the valley entrance finally disturbed the sleeping behemoth.

Its massive body trembled slightly, and the thick layer of snow and icicles covering its surface fell away.

The massive rock head slowly raised, its empty eye sockets seemingly turning towards the valley entrance where chaos erupted, and a low, destructive roar brewed deep in its throat.

Like a volcano about to erupt.
Just as the giant maw opened and the roar was about to burst forth, at the critical moment...

"Eternal Night Territory—Open!"

Fang Qingyu's cold voice was almost inaudible in the wind and snow.

hum!
Centered on Fang Qingyu, a thick, ink-like darkness erupted instantly.

The darkness, like a rapidly expanding cocoon, instantly swallowed the enormous body of the Black Stone Golem, which had just half-raised its head, along with the ground within tens of meters of its feet.

The sounds of wind and snow, explosions, and the howls of the deadly ghosts could be heard from the outside.
All sounds vanished without a trace in an instant.

The roar that the Black Stone Golem was about to unleash was abruptly cut off in its throat. It felt as if it had been plunged into the deepest void of the universe, where absolute silence and darkness enveloped it.

Its body, made of black stone, suddenly tensed up.

Instinctively sensing a great threat, it began to twist and struggle frantically, trying to break free from this strange restraint.

The heavy, giant rock feet pounded the ground of the Eternal Night Territory, producing a dull rumble, but to the outside world, it sounded like nothingness.

Fang Qingyu's figure emerged in the darkness like a sovereign.

Standing beside the massive legs of the Black Stone Golem, which are as thick as stone pillars, I felt as insignificant as a speck of dust, yet my aura was as imposing as a towering mountain.

Looking at the enormous creature before him, which seemed somewhat panicked by the unknown darkness and was roaring towards the sky, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Let's not waste any more time.

Fang Qingyu murmured to himself, as if speaking to a prisoner about to be executed.

The words have not yet been spoken!

boom--! ! !
A blinding golden bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the darkness of the eternal night.

The raging divine light enveloped Fang Qingyu, making him appear as if he were a thunder god descended to earth.

The darkness beneath my feet seemed to transform into a springboard.

The figure vanished instantly, propelled by the lightning.

The next moment!

Fang Qingyu had already appeared directly in front of the giant head of the Black Stone Golem, his height almost level with the empty "eye sockets"!
The speed was so fast, it was like teleportation.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade had been drawn at some point, its blade wreathed in wildly leaping dark gold divine lightning, emitting a deep and excited hum.

There are no fancy moves, only the purest speed and power, fused with the divine power.

It slammed down fiercely on that huge rock head!
"die!"

The cold words were accompanied by a thunderous roar!
A golden lightning blade, condensed to its fullest extent, dragged down the deep darkness of the eternal night behind it and slashed down fiercely!

The dazzling golden light instantly illuminated the expressionless "face" of the Black Stone Golem, which was made of rough rock.

Under the reflection of that destructive lightning blade.

For the first time, the cold killing intent in Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils seemed to be clearly reflected deep within its empty eye sockets.

An unprecedented and overwhelming fear and bewilderment instantly overwhelmed the beast's not-so-complex consciousness.

It wanted to roar, but its voice was swallowed by the darkness.

It tried to block, but the speed at which its massive stone arm rose was laughably slow in the face of the lightning blade.

It wanted to call out to its companions, but the eternal night isolated everything.

It could only watch helplessly as the golden lightning bolt, representing the end, rapidly magnified in its "eyes" until it filled its entire field of vision.
Meanwhile, towards the entrance to the Ice Valley.

The earth was trembling violently.

It was even more commotion than when the Blackrock Golem struggled.

The blizzard seemed to be suppressed by the raging force.

Wei Banmeng and his three companions were like four shooting stars darting through turbulent waves.

They are speeding toward the designated rendezvous point at top speed.

Behind them were four streams of different kinds of ghosts, engulfed in a violent, gray-black torrent.

All sorts of ghosts merged into a boundless wave of death, stirring up a storm of ice and snow, emitting deafening roars and shrieks, and relentlessly biting at their figures!
"Hahaha! Exciting! That's fucking exciting!!"

As Chu Kuanglan ran, he shouted excitedly into the radio, his voice distorted by the wind.

"This is way more exciting than playing hide-and-seek with Old Dog Jiang inside the Taotie's belly! This is the kind of work a real man should do!!"

He even took the time to turn around and slash twice, the blade energy crashing into the closest pack of beasts, causing chaos and even angrier roars.

"Shut up! Conserve your energy and watch out for ranged attacks!"

Wei Banmeng's cool voice carried a hint of helplessness and sternness.

Jiang Wei ran slightly behind Wei Banmeng, surrounded by a faint crimson halo.

The biting cold was dispelled, and their steps were light and swift.

Although the four were being chased by a massive horde of Fate Demons and the situation seemed critical, they maintained a relatively safe distance from their pursuers through their extraordinary individual strength, skillful use of the terrain, and exquisite teamwork. Like flying a kite, they firmly led the main force of the enraged Fate Demon army out of the Shattered Skull Ice Valley and towards the designated pocket area.

As Wei Banmeng sped along, she quickly made a call on the channel:
"Calling 'Anvil'! Calling 'Anvil'! 'Sharp Knife' reports! The main force of the target cluster has been successfully lured out of the Ice Valley! Approximately 3,000 in number! Moving at high speed towards the designated 'pocket' area A3! Repeat, the main force has been lured out! The super-large target is not following and remains in the valley. My team is pulling it out according to plan! Requesting 'Anvil' to proceed with the operation as planned! Coordinates synchronized!"

After a brief electrical noise.

A deep, steady male voice rang out on the channel:
"'Anvil' received! 'Sharp Knife', well done! The main force has moved at full speed along the predetermined route! They will open the 'pocket' in area A3! You withdraw to the safe point as planned! The rest, leave to 'Anvil'! Repeat, leave to 'Anvil'!"

Almost at the same moment that the "anvil" commanded!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
Ahead, at the end of that relatively flat and open ice field shrouded in wind and snow.

A light even more dazzling than the subterranean fire ignited by Jiang Wei suddenly pierced through the snowy night.

That wasn't a single beam of light, but an entire row.

Like the blazing sun suddenly rising on the horizon!

Countless bright, dazzling searchlights instantly illuminated the ice field several kilometers ahead as if it were daytime.

The light pierced through the wind and snow, clearly illuminating Wei Banmeng and his companions as they ran wildly, and the massive horde of ghosts chasing after them like a tidal wave from hell!

Followed by.

A roar that seemed capable of shattering the wind and snow suddenly swept across the entire battlefield:
"The Garrison Army—!!!"

After a suffocating pause.

"Follow me—kill!!!!!"

"kill--!!!"

The roar, as powerful as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, instantly drowned out the howl of the ghost of life.

The roar contained an overwhelming killing intent.

At the source of the light, the blazing sun began to surge.

Countless figures, like a bursting dam, were the first to break through the curtain of wind and snow.

Densely packed with warriors clad in heavy armor, they roared wildly in the wind and snow, crushing the solid ice beneath their feet, sweeping forward like a raging torrent.

Following closely behind were the followers of the Church.

The capabilities of various systems converged into an unstoppable torrent, carrying an overwhelming momentum capable of crushing everything, and launched a massive charge towards the army of ghosts drawn out by the "sharp knife".

Chu Kuanglan's mouth was slightly open under his mask, and his eyes behind his goggles were wide open.

Looking at this passionate charge, more awe-inspiring than any supernatural power, one is struck by the collective will of humanity.

The deafening shouts of battle, the sight of countless people crushing the snow and ice.
He swallowed unconsciously, his throat feeling a little dry.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself over the radio, his voice low, but clearly carried to the ears of his teammates beside him:

"Holy crap. With this kind of situation, is it too late for me to join the army now?"

(End of this chapter)