Chapter 64

Yet Liu Lang, acting just like a stubborn blockhead, blurted it out straight like that: second-rate equipment and third-rate troops. Hearing these words, didn't it somehow feel like the fourth-rate generals had been omitted?

"Right here, William, do not come any further. Just listen to my instructions and help me put on the ceremonial gown behind the curtain," Jane said with a trembling voice, stopping William from advancing further.

Faced with the numerous and aggressively charging light and heavy cavalry, Knight Tim, commander of the Alençon coalition cavalry, felt his eyelids twitch. He dared not confront their sharp edge head-on and secretly regretted not bringing the entire coalition cavalry force.

Having had nothing in his stomach for two days, his body had consumed a vast amount of energy, and now he felt overwhelmingly hungry.

The newspapers of this morning were undoubtedly the best-selling product in all of China over the past two months. They not only recorded the greatest national defense victory in the modern history of the Chinese nation, and not only resurrected the most brilliant hero in the hearts of the citizens, but they also allowed people to catch a glimpse of dawn amidst endless darkness.

In the Vietnam War forty years later, a Vietnamese sniper even set a record of pinning down an entire fully armed company of over a hundred American soldiers in the jungle for a whole day without them being able to advance a single inch.

As the leader, Director Zhan, upon seeing such a panicky and restless situation, not only failed to show the slightest trace of panic, but instead felt a sense of gleeful relief, as if watching a good play from the sidelines. "Go ahead and complain all you want; after all, this is a decision made by our guild master, Xingchen, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Realizing that Ji Qingxuan and the others had already ignited the power of their divine runes, the body of Black Flame transformed into a stream of light and darted toward Ji Qingxuan's direction.

"Oh, my goodness!" Zhang Yi dropped his rifle directly, collapsed onto the ground, and panted heavily.

At this time, the Abbasid Dynasty was going through a turbulent autumn. The second Abbasid Emir, al-Mu'tadid, was already aged, and bitter internal struggles were underway for the succession of the dynasty. Hearing the news that the mighty Norman Empire intended to launch a conquest against them, how could they not be terrified and respond in panic?

Three days had already passed, and some of the martial cultivators, gradually losing their patience, began to let slip hints of irritation in their words, which soon escalated into jeers and taunts.

Yet now, outside the front gate, the faintly rippling spatial distortions seemed completely unchanged, still forming a barrier that completely sealed the high tower's entrance. The previous sword scars appeared as though they had never existed at all.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry!" Seeing Yun Mu's expression, which still retained a trace of pale exhaustion, Wu Feixu walked forward somewhat sheepishly and lowered her head to speak.

With a crisp "crack," Xu Yue felt an unprecedented sense of relief, so comfortable that goosebumps broke out all over her body.

According to the test results from a year ago, Yun Tianhe was certain that if he were to take the test again, his talent would definitely be more than just one-star peak; it would be at least two-star or above, and possibly even reach the ranks of the two-star elite.

The others also looked over. Yang Qi smiled at them and took the initiative to walk forward, noticing that none of them brought any luggage, not even a change of clothes—clearly, they had been driven to this point in extreme haste.

"I want to win." Tang Baizhi's reply was firm. Although her appearance did not give off a very aggressive vibe, deep down she was actually an extremely competitive young woman who had to win at everything.

A brilliant look flashed repeatedly in Wang Sihuo's eyes as she stared unblinkingly at Yang Qi. She found herself growing more and more fond of this man.

Anyone could tell that persisting like this would yield no results and that there was no way to win, but the demon monster seemed to have picked a fight with them and simply refused to give up. This also made Hua Lingting feel rather uncomfortable. Although he knew he would undoubtedly be the winner, the demon's actions undoubtedly disgusted him.

Under the somewhat astonished gazes of the few, several Dan Sect handyman disciples wearing gray robes and carrying tools pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

"There's no point in spouting flattery at a time like this. Even if it tastes like horse urine, you'd better gulp it down right now." They had only emerged from the secret passage close to noon. Had it not been for the knowledge that the two of them rarely saw each other even when visiting Eastern Yue, she might not have been able to resist unleashing her sharp tongue a bit longer.

Later, feeling that constantly wandering around piles of zombies was truly a terrible experience, she decided to relocate outside the town, determined to establish a base in a place free of zombies. Then she found a food processing plant a few kilometers outside the town where only a few zombies were wandering around. After hacking them to death and clearing the place out, there were no more left.

"Father, why are you so insistent on making me marry the Senior Brother?" Inside the old man's room, Bai Yanyan questioned her father with a stubborn expression on her face.

The man smiled faintly, though it looked somewhat eerie and terrifying. Even though the room was brightly lit, Ma Feng still felt a chill in his heart as he watched.

It was Qin Luo's first time dining at the same table as Lin Tianchao, and he had expected some pressure, but to his surprise, after a few cups of alcohol, they ended up chatting quite freely.

Li Zili acted as if he hadn't noticed, resting his palm on her forehead. It was slightly warm; she must have had a fever. Feeling the temperature in Li Zili's palm, Shirley inexplicably blushed, and a strange emotion stirred in her heart.

"That would be for the best," Cheng Yun replied with polite formality, not foolish enough to ask her own mother for a guarantee. Could he not understand Li Xuan's mentality of fighting just to snatch things?

After a long while, Shirley took a deep breath and calmed down slightly. She recalled how Li Zili had looked directly into her eyes just now and said to her: Because I love you.

The person who landed on the platform wore a dark gray robe that enveloped his frail and slightly hunchbacked figure, with uncombed, loose hair falling over his shoulders. Unlike Xiao Gan, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, Fu Ziming had sunken eye sockets, slender eyebrows, a hook nose, and colorless, thin lips. At first glance, he looked like a terminally ill person with very few days left to live.

Just as Qin Luo was caught in a dilemma, unable to think of any good solution, a phone call from Qian Baiwei came in.

Although Joseph's strength wasn't much to speak of, he still had a stubborn backbone. He remained tight-lipped and firmly refused to bow his head or admit defeat to Chen Teng.

The white lumps on his body burst open one after another, oozing streams of black liquid that emitted a foul stench and drifted all around.