hsntnovel Chapter 608 Gathering, Preparing for Team Battle
Chapter 608 Gathering, Preparing for Team Battle
Balertu grabbed the map, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The terrifying spiritual pressure emanating from Xuan Yuan still made the circulation of his zombie spiritual power sluggish.
But Baltu ignored this, his blood-red eyes fixed on the coordinates marked in red on the map.
If what the Imperial Judge said is true, then their little princess of the Howling Moon Hunters, the apple of the Howling Moon Great Hunter Lord's eye, is imprisoned in the Redemption Path stronghold, 150 meters underground.
"Warlord...can we trust what that imperial man says?"
An older wolf rider struggled to his feet, clutching his chest, which felt slightly tight, his cloudy eyes filled with doubt and wariness.
"Believe? We have no choice."
Baltu sneered, crumpled the map in his hand into a ball, then slowly unfolded it again, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.
"The Road to Redemption..."
He spat out those four words through gritted teeth, as if chewing on the blood and bones of his enemy: "Those damned human traffickers, how dare they take our pearl underground, they are simply unforgivable!"
A young wolf rider spat fiercely, his eyes burning with wild fury: "Even if it's a trap, the warriors of our Howling Moon Hunt have no reason to back down!"
He suddenly drew the gleaming curved knife from his waist, its blade appearing exceptionally sharp in the firelight.
The surrounding wolf riders responded in unison, their suppressed growls rising and falling, instantly igniting the previously silent atmosphere with a surge of fighting spirit.
"Zhan Kui, give the order!"
The young wolf rider's voice was hoarse yet resolute, the tip of his blade pointing directly at that glaring red mark on the map.
"We'll bring the little princess back at all costs! Let those rats on the Redemption Path see what happens when they mess with the Howling Moon Hunting Group!"
Baltu suddenly raised his head, his blood-red pupils reflecting the boiling killing intent of his tribesmen.
"Well said! My bravest lads of the Howling Moon Hunting Clan!"
A sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he strode forward, raising his heavy double blades. The metal clashed, producing a sharp hiss.
"Pass on my order: the wolf pack, assemble! Follow me to these coordinates!"
He leaped onto his mount, the snow-white giant wolf howling at the sky. Its high-pitched howl cut through the air like a sharp sword, echoing across the surrounding wilderness.
"All wolf riders, sharpen your blades and claws! By the Wolf Ancestor, for the Howling Moon Hunting Pack, for the Great Hunter, for our little princess!"
Baltu paused, his voice suddenly turning cold, a chilling resolve flashing in his eyes: "Remember, every member of the Redemption Path who dares to offend us, the Pearls of Heaven, will be spared!"
"I will obey Zhan Kui's command!"
The young wolf rider was the first to respond. He mounted the wolf, raised his scimitar high, pointing it straight at the sky, in response to the warlord's roar.
"Ouch!"
The wolf riders present roared in unison, their voices almost shattering the clouds and causing the ruined city buildings in all directions to tremble.
The campfire was extinguished by the piercing howls of wolves, and heads were reduced to ashes by the scorching flames, leaving only the purest and most violent rage burning fiercely in the chests of every wolf rider.
Led by Baltu, the wolf riders transformed into an unstoppable torrent, heading straight for the coordinates on the map.
Several wolf riders left the raging torrent along the way, like a few arrows released from a bow.
They were to inform the wolf riders in other areas of the war zone which insolent force had kidnapped the beloved daughter of the Great Hunter of Howling Moon.
The young wolf rider named Soren crouched down, his cheek pressed tightly against the fur of the white wolf beneath him, feeling the powerful contraction of his companion's muscles with each movement.
The wind whistled in his ears, but he paid no attention; his mind was filled only with the burning blood-red eyes of Zhan Kui Baltu.
The female wolf rider named Un wielded a long whip, urging her white wolf to increase its speed.
She took a signal flare from the leather pouch at her waist and fired it into the air, hoping that her tribesmen nearby would see it and come to join her immediately.
The experienced hunter, Batel, did not rush off. Instead, he pulled on the reins, slowing down his white wolf and carefully sniffing the air for the scent of his people.
Not long after, his mount let out a low groan, turned around, and galloped headlong toward an abandoned factory.
After some time, the wolf riders scattered throughout the war zone received the War Chief's order and, like rivers flowing into the sea, converged on the same goal.
They had only one goal: to rescue Princess Xiaoyue and make the Path of Redemption pay a heavy price.
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Fortress No. 59, Plaza.
Upon receiving the order from Night's End, Snow immediately drew twenty-five sleds from the Stormtroopers that had just been inspected and upgraded, and provided them to the Imperial troops participating in the rescue.
These sleds have changed from their original blue and white color scheme to a deep, matte black, like the night sky.
This specially designed absorbing coating can blend perfectly into the darkness and effectively evade detection by radar, infrared rays, and even some advanced technologies.
The outer shell was replaced with a more robust dark alloy armor, an ice jet was installed at the front, and huge ramming horns capable of generating high-frequency vibrations were added to both sides of the front of the vehicle.
These sleds, like steel behemoths poised to pounce, were parked in neat rows in the square, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.
"Thoroughly inspect each vehicle's engine to ensure it doesn't malfunction while driving!"
Snow stood beside his battle fortress, directing his sled zombies to load the necessary supplies onto the vehicle.
Not far away, fifty Dark All-Star Zombies, clad in nano-armor and wielding molecular longswords, quickly lined up and formed a square formation under Ingram's leadership.
Ten giant zombies carrying electric generators strode forward, their heavy footsteps causing the plaza to tremble.
At the same time, the large contingent led by An Tie also assembled in the square.
Eleven fully armed steel vanguards stood at the forefront of the formation, heads held high, awaiting orders from their superiors.
A uniform array of barrel zombies came into Dark Iron's view, their iconic barrel helmets gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen in the setting sun.
They did not roar, but stood quietly in place, standing side by side with a thousand imperial soldiers with equally stern faces.
Snow led Ingram and Gargantuar to the back of the Dark Iron. The four Imperial commanders exchanged glances, then looked up at the podium in the square.
Ye Yang, with a Han sword at his waist, and Xuan Yuan, dressed in military attire, had been waiting on the stage for a long time.
Ye Yang put his hands behind his back and glanced at the Imperial troops who had assembled in the square.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow of hers, which overlapped with the shadow of the Alaya-vijnana at her waist.
Xuan Yuan stood beside Ye Yang, her crimson eyes reflecting the army standing ready below.
His expression was indifferent, yet he made no attempt to conceal the dignified air of a judge.
Dorothy piloted the amusement park down from the sky, landing steadily beside them.
Through the bulletproof glass of the cockpit, Dorothy could be clearly seen sitting upright in the driver's seat.
His usual boisterous and boastful demeanor had vanished, replaced by a solemn and murderous aura, just like the mecha beneath him.
"Your Highness, the troops have assembled."
"Ah."
Xuan Yuan turned her head and whispered, while Ye Yang nodded slightly, her slender fingers resting on the hilt of the sword Alaya-vijnana.
"Warriors of the Empire."
Her voice, amplified by the loudspeaker, echoed throughout the silent square: "Redemption Road! A group of reckless and audacious criminals kidnapped reserve members of the Imperial Elite Squadron in the street three days ago!"
Ye Yang's voice suddenly rose, shattering the silence of the square: "This is not only a trampling on the dignity of the Empire, but also an insult to the honor of the Empire! Do they think they can escape the Empire's pursuit by hiding underground?"
She abruptly drew her Alaya-vijnana from her waist, golden zombie spirit power infusing the black sword: "As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial 59th Army, I order you all to set off immediately and crush those damned scum of the Redemption Path! For the Empire! March!"
On the square, tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their voices soaring into the sky.
"For the Empire! March!"