Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1292
Chapter 1292: Chapter 710 Blood Sea Chapter 1292: Chapter 710 Blood Sea They discussed fervently, recounting the Legendary achievements of the Mighty General, as if his return could bring endless glory and victory to the Demon Race.
At this moment, the sky also seemed to feel this intense anticipation, as if invisible forces had dispersed the thick clouds, letting a warm ray of sunlight penetrate the clouds like golden satin gently draping over every brick and stone of the castle, adding a touch of softness and vitality to the cold structure.
Logan stood among the crowd. His figure seemed somewhat solitary, but his gaze was exceptionally profound, as if he could see through all falsities. He felt a powerful force, stronger than ever before, approaching rapidly from afar. The force seemed so enormous that it could shake Heaven and Earth, making the air around tremble. Waves surged in his heart. This aura was not only stronger than the City Lord but also…he faintly felt that it had some mysterious connection with the indestructible Barrier outside the castle.
“This aura…is not something an ordinary person could possess,” Logan muttered to himself, maintaining his usual calm demeanor, but inside, he was deeply turbulent. He knew that in front of such a powerful figure, any slight negligence could expose his identity as a spy of the Human Race. Therefore, he quickly adjusted his breathing, concealing his aura immaculately to ensure it was indistinguishable from that of the surrounding Demon Race.
Sword Qi, the Spirit Sword that had accompanied Logan for many years, seemed to sense its master's tension. It trembled lightly, and the runes on its blade flickered faintly, seemingly offering Logan silent comfort: “Master, do not worry. No matter how difficult the path ahead, I will fight alongside you to death. We have been preparing our plan for a long time; we should not give up because of a temporary setback.”
Hearing this, Logan slightly turned his head, his gaze meeting that of the Sword Qi. Though the Sword Qi could not speak, its firm belief flowed into Logan like a warm current. He nodded lightly, and the sense of nervousness in his heart gradually dissipated. He understood that he could not be bound by fear, for he had a more important mission to fulfill–for the Human Race, for the land trampled by the Demon Race, he must stay calm and seek opportunities to strike back.
“The Mighty General is definitely a formidable character,” Logan spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful, filled with awe and caution for the Demon Race powerhouse about to return, “but we must not underestimate ourselves either. We also have our advantages. If we can cleverly use the situation here and devise a meticulous plan, we might still have a chance to fight.”
Having said this, Logan took another deep breath, clearing all distractions from his mind. He knew that the days ahead would be filled with uncertainty and challenges, but he also firmly believed that as long as there was light in his heart, hope would never be extinguished. Thus, he straightened up, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Sword Qi, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Mighty General and the unknown fate that would follow. Their figures under the castle sunlight appeared particularly steadfast, as if declaring to the world: No matter how difficult the path ahead, they would march forward, never retreating.
“Just relax. With me here, everything is under control; they can't detect anything unusual!” Logan looked up at the powerful aura that was rapidly approaching, his eyes showing no trace of fear or retreat, but rather a natural, slight contempt. His lips curled slightly, as if telling himself and everything around him that he, Logan, was not easily shaken.
He stood on the castle's terrace, a gentle breeze brushing through his hair and causing his clothes to sway slightly, yet it did nothing to shake his inner resolve. Logan knew that at this moment, he was standing in an unseen contest, and he must maintain absolute calm and confidence.
“Hmph, even if his strength matches mine, what of it?” Logan sneered in his heart, his eyes gleaming with confidence, “I, Logan, am not a mere common figure. In terms of bloodline, in terms of demeanor, I far surpass him. In his presence, I am always superior; he is but a minor stumbling block on my path.”
Logan knew that any slight laxity in his contest with the Demon Race could expose his identity, leading to unforeseen consequences. Therefore, he must continue his disguise, perfectly blending into the Demon Race until he finds a decisive chance to strike.
“I cannot let them discover my true identity, or else, not only I, but also the Human Race behind me, will face doom,” Logan murmured to himself, his voice low but filled with resolve and determination, “So, I must continue to pretend, no matter how hard, no matter how difficult, I have to endure.”
Just then, an even denser aura swept towards him. It was the unique aura of the Mighty General, powerful and imposing, as if it could crush everything. Logan merely smiled slightly, his eyes still maintaining that casual contempt.
“Come on, let's see what you are capable of,” Logan thought to himself, his hands gently clenched as if ready to face the challenge at any moment, “But no matter how strong you are, you won't shake me, Logan, not even slightly.”
Chapter end
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