Chapter 512: Rank 406
Chapter 512: Rank 406 (Requesting Monthly Votes)
The air trembled with the furious roars of Disaster Beasts clashing against the thunderous barrage of conventional weapons. In mere moments, the scorched battlefield was littered with endless corpses and rivers of blood.
Lin Qi stared at the carnage up close, awestruck.
The war had raged for only minutes, yet tens of thousands of Disaster Beasts already lay dead.
Beside him, Senior Disciple Liang Tai spoke calmly:
"Little Junior Brother, this is just the beginning. The first wave uses heat weapons. When the Disaster Beasts breach the one-kilometer mark, it’ll be our turn to act."
"We also have control over the Spatial Gate. Once it opens, it’ll shut down automatically after an hour."
"Eliminate all Grade 7 Disaster Beasts, and this tidal wave will end."
Xiao Yu added:
"An hour is nothing. At the speed they’re rushing, millions will pour out."
"Sometimes two or three Spatial Gates open simultaneously. The numbers become astronomical, and tracking them all down is a massive undertaking."
"Some even vanish into the primordial forests."
"Full mobilization!!"
At that moment, a tall figure materialized midair, hovering above them.
"It’s the Bei Jiang Sword King!" someone shouted.
All heads turned upward, including Lin Qi’s.
The Bei Jiang Sword King wore a white-and-sapphire battle suit, his silhouette radiating a chilling aura of sapphire Steel Qi. A jagged scar slashed across his left eye, and his presence was as sharp as a drawn blade.
He raised his azure battle sword, pointing it at the Spatial Gate.
"Boom!!"
A colossal force erupted from his body, condensing his Steel Qi into a sword arc that erupted from his blade. The arc expanded, morphing into a titanic greatsword arc over ten meters long, hurtling down like a missile.
It slammed into a gargantuan ape, fifty meters tall, just leaping from the Spatial Gate.
This was the Adamantine-Body Ape, a Grade 8 Disaster Beast. Towering as a mountain, it was the highest-ranked beast in this entire onslaught.
"Roar!!"
The beast’s roar of fury was drowned out as the sword arc cleaved through its skull. Blood erupted like a crimson geyser.
"Crash!!"
The fifty-meter behemoth collapsed in a heap.
"Kill!!" the Bei Jiang Sword King thundered, his voice echoing in every warrior’s mind.
"Kill!!"
Tens of thousands of Martial Artists surged forward, a floodgate unleashed.
High Realm warriors led the charge, clad in battle suits, their bodies wreathed in Steel Qi of varying hues.
High Realm cultivators with condensed Steel Qi unleashed torrents of power—scarlet flames, torrents of water, lightning storms, gales, frost, and razor-edged blades.
"Thud!"
They collided with Grade 7 beasts, the frontlines erupting into chaos.
Middle-tier Martial Artists followed, engaging mid-level beasts. King against king, general against general, soldier against soldier.
The battlefield became two crashing tidal waves, their collision unleashing hurricanes of raw energy.
"Crash!!"
"Thud!"
The clash of bodies was drowned out by the carnage.
Lin Qi spotted familiar figures—Dean Liu, clad in a silver battle suit, wielding a battle saber and three silver throwing daggers. The daggers zipped through the air like silver streaks, piercing through Disaster Beasts.
"Thud! Thud!"
The daggers tore through Grade 6 beasts, killing them in an instant, and effortlessly skewering Grade 5s.
Lin Qi marveled at the Psychoflux Wielder’s efficiency—untouchable from range, dominating the battlefield.
Nearby, Master Mu Hong moved like a black whirlwind, his crimson long spear unleashing a blizzard of blood-red spear lights.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The spear lights struck dozens of beasts, weaker ones dying instantly, stronger ones left grievously wounded.
Many High Realm warriors cleared mid-tier beasts first, easing the pressure for their comrades.
"Junior Brother, it’s our turn!" Liang Tai roared, his massive frame wielding a silver long spear.
"Kill!"
Liang Tai led the charge, and the group surged forward, vanishing into the ruins.
Lin Qi followed the four warriors, his mind focused. He was here to learn.
Suddenly, guttural roars echoed—dozens of Ironthorn Boars, survivors of the initial barrage, charged toward them.
"Form up!" Liang Tai bellowed.
"Ready!"
In the Cleft Rock Squad, Liang Tai was captain, Wang Zhi Xuan his deputy—roles earned through strength.
"Thud!"
Liang Tai struck first, his spear piercing an Ironthorn Boar’s neck as Vital Force surged through the blade.
Others followed, unleashing Vital Force from range to fell the beasts without closing in.
Lin Qi joined, condensing golden Steel Qi in his left hand, launching ten threads of energy.
"Thud! Thud!"
The Steel Qi threads pierced skulls, brains exploding, blood spraying.
"Boom! Boom!"
The boars collapsed like dominoes.
"Don’t linger!" Liang Tai ordered.
On Lin Qi’s shoulder, Xiaochan projected a screen:
Name: Lin Qi (Black Dragon Base)
Stage: Seventh Realm – Blood Transfiguration
Merit Points: 0 → 0.1
Base Rank: 406
Overall Rank: 3600
A single Ironthorn Boar—a Grade 1 Disaster Beast—earned a paltry 0.01 Merit Points. Middle-tier Martial Artists scoffed at such trivial gains.
Lin Qi grimaced. Even this meager reward was wasted on them. But for lower-tier warriors rushing in behind, these points were treasures.
"Haha! Ironthorn Boars give 0.01 Merit Points!"
"Kill a few, and I’ll feast tonight!"
These were warriors from the Imperial Military or civilian battalions. Graduates of Martial Arts Universities, they needed at least Fourth Realm strength to survive the frontlines.
Otherwise, they’d only be fodder for the battlefield.
Lin Qi’s father had been the same—planning to join the front once he broke through to Fourth Realm. But fate had intervened before he could.
"Thud! Thud!"
More Disaster Beasts poured from the Spatial Gate, a dark tide on the horizon, crashing against the War Base like waves.
Lin Qi and his squad mowed down countless low-tier beasts, scraping together a few Merit Points.
(End of Chapter)
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