“Report the battle situation?” Inside an ancient fortress atop a desolate mountain, White Wolf sat on the desk, studying a list of new recruits. “The Second Squad was attacked by the gods yesterday afternoon, but they repelled the assault. According to your orders, the First, Second, and Third Battalions have been deployed to the front lines. Here are the latest reports and maps.” White Wolf took the documents, scanning every line carefully. One detail caught her attention. “It seems they’re getting serious… their leaders have joined the battle.”“But it doesn’t say anything about leaders here,” a soldier asked, confused. White Wolf handed him the page and replied, “The enemy sent out a powerful general—golden-haired, skilled in both water and fire elements, and a woman. She isn’t a general of the Heavenly God Cult… this is one of Shang Divine Nation’s leaders—Shang Luo Ying.”“How do we deal with such a strong enemy then?” the soldier asked. White Wolf glanced at the roster, then pointed at one photo decisively. “Appoint him as the General of the First Battalion. Deploy the First, Second, and Third Battalions to the front lines to counter Shang Luo Ying’s assault. Recall the First Squad—I have other plans for them.”The Next Day, Southern FrontThe clash of steel echoed without pause. From within the smoke, a man was hurled out, crashing to the ground. A towering figure emerged, greatsword in hand, dangling the severed arm of his foe. Only then did the fallen man realize his arm had been cut clean off. “Even the mortals of the Seongyun Sect are nothing more than clumsy weaklings.” Desire sneered, kicking the soldier’s face, rendering him unconscious instantly. “My lord, the rest have fled. We captured only a handful.” Soldiers dragged some mortals forward. Desire glanced once. “Throw them to my pets.”“Yes, sir!” They hurried away. At that moment, a squad of divine soldiers appeared beside Desire, all gazing forward at the enemy. Leading them was none other than Lin Qi, Captain of the Fourth Squad. “Hey, you invaders,” Lin Qi called with a grin, “why not sit down and chat for a bit? Surely that’s better than fighting.” “I only offer two choices: fight or surrender. Choose one.” “Click…” Lin Qi’s expression darkened. At the rallying cries of his men, he drew his sword and slashed straight at Desire. Another Battlefield“White Wolf finally entrusted me with a mission. I’ve waited five years for this moment.” The man strode toward the city gates. They swung wide open, revealing a massive army beyond, and at its head stood a strikingly alluring woman. “Whose army is this? Why let a songstress lead the vanguard?” he demanded, blade drawn and pointed at her. “Hmph, such poor manners.” The woman sneered. “When the battle begins, I’ll take your head myself. Tell me, little general across the way—what is your name?”“Born in the mortal district, I am Yan Seong. I came here for one purpose: to take the head of an enemy commander.” His senses told him at once that this woman’s true power was terrifying. “So you’re the target White Wolf spoke of.” Yan Seong raised his blade and charged first. “Let’s see if you’re worthy of facing me.” With a flick of her folding fan, Shang Luo Ying vanished, reappearing before him. He blocked just in time, his blade meeting her fan head-on. He immediately sensed its strength—the weapon was infused with dense water element energy. If not for the toughness of his sword, that single strike would have split it in two. “Divine Law: Waterfall!” Her fan swept upward, and spears of water rained from the heavens. The currents within them swirled with destructive speed. Yan Seong’s heart sank. He tossed a rock upward; it shattered instantly on contact. With desperate speed, he swung his sword, deflecting the water spears one by one. “Not bad. How about this next move?” Shang Luo Ying smiled. With another flick, a roaring sea of fire erupted, surging toward him. “White Wolf’s intel was too incomplete…”Yan Seong knew he could not underestimate her. As the blazing inferno rushed forth, he braced himself for the clash. In the Depths of Enemy Territory“This time, our mission is to strike the gods’ support forces. The strategist White Wolf brought in insists they’ll pass through here. I wonder if he’s right.” Hidden in tall grass, Qiansha whispered. “White Wolf’s judgment of people is rarely wrong. Trust the strategist. And even if no support troops come, it won’t fall back on us. But since we’ve infiltrated so deep into divine territory, we ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) must be cautious.” Faros muttered, casting a spell to cloak their squad’s presence. “General, just two kilometers remain before we reach Lord Qingkong’s battlefield,” a soldier reported. “Good. Press forward. Our support force numbers twenty thousand—once we arrive, we’ll take the city easily,” General Ruo Xuan said confidently, staring at the map. “General, how many top commanders are fighting in this war?” another soldier asked. “From what I know, the Twelve Star Guardians of the Heavenly God Cult are already deployed, along with the strongest warriors of every nation.” “Then victory is assured for us,” the soldier said. “Yes,” Ruo Xuan smirked, “and humanity will finally face extinction.” Suddenly, flames erupted all around, the forest blazing into a fiery trap. “On guard!” Ruo Xuan drew his sword. From the burning woods, dozens of figures surged out, slashing at his soldiers. “Enemies! Prepare for battle!” Ruo Xuan cut one down instantly, lightning crackling along his blade as he struck another—only for his attack to be caught barehanded. “Never thought the general of the support force would be you!” Faros growled, eyes burning with rage. Ruo Xuan flung him off, lightning coursing stronger along his blade. He struck again, but Faros blocked and spat fire from his mouth, blasting him back. Meanwhile, Qiansha pressed a divine soldier’s head in his grasp, siphoning what little energy remained, before turning his attention to the duel. “Die!” A sword arced toward him, but Qiansha caught the blade barehanded, kicking the quartermaster aside. With quick orders to his squad, they seized the gods’ supply stores. Ruo Xuan turned back in horror—his troops were fleeing, and the camp was overrun by mortals. “Ruo Xuan, surrender!” Qiansha leveled his sword at him.“So you’re the experimental subject… impressive strength, but…” He tossed something skyward. It exploded in mid-air with a thunderous blast. “What is that…?” Faros gasped, but before he could finish, Ruo Xuan charged, his body blazing with lightning. “You’ve forced me to activate my augmentation. Now you mortals will witness the true power of the Heavenly God Cult’s Intelligence Advisor!” Lightning surged dozens of times stronger than before. He struck at Qiansha, who dodged aside, summoning three water dragons that surged upward. Ruo Xuan transformed into lightning, shattering them one after another, before landing a punch square on Qiansha’s chest. The elemental armor held, barely absorbing the blow. “Qiansha!” Faros shouted from behind. Ruo Xuan spun just as a roaring fire dragon lunged, biting into him. Seizing the chance, Qiansha summoned a thunder dragon, both dragons clamping down and detonating violently. “This technique… such destructive power. Looks like—” “What were you going to say?” Qiansha’s blade cut through the smoke. He punched Ruo Xuan in the face. The god tried to release more energy, but the earlier double-dragon assault had drained him. “Faros, behind you!” Faros turned, but too late—a massive fist smashed into his face. “Advisor, forgive our delay.” Two men appeared, bowing to Ruo Xuan. “Faros!” Qiansha glanced at his fallen comrade, then back at Ruo Xuan. Ruo Xuan straightened his attire calmly. “The Heavenly God Cult’s Twelve Star Guardians, Wang Ya and Lin Xing, have arrived. Now… let’s see how you survive.”“Advisor, shall we kill them all?” Wang Ya asked. “Capture that boy alive. Kill the rest,” Ruo Xuan ordered coldly. The two warriors clenched their fists, glaring at Qiansha. “Kill them all? I think not!” Suddenly, a vast surge of energy erupted. Ruo Xuan and the others whirled around—Faros, who had supposedly fallen, now stood behind them, his eyes calm, his body intact. “Impossible! You were—”Ruo Xuan glanced back at the spot where Faros had lain, only to find nothing but a pool of water. Realization dawned. “That was… his water clone!”Faros stepped forward, eyes blazing. “This time… victory can only be ours!”

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