Tempest of the Battlefield

As the battle drew out, the soldiers started to show signs of exhaustion. Although the Zergs had sustained heavy casualties, their corpses piled up at the choke point, forming an access bridge that threatened the defenders. After some time, even Vorenus and the Templar warriors started to slow down. However mighty they were, their vigor and endurance were limited. Meanwhile, the soldiers from the Battle Wolf were on the verge of collapsing. However, they didn’t waver and formed a wall using their bodies to protect the casters behind them.

The casters were in no better shape. Despite the help from the Divine Light spell, the casters had overspent their energy on four hybrid elemental spells. As fatigue crept into their system, hallucinations and delusions followed suit. As the leader of the casters, Guan Dongyang’s consumption of energy was the most severe of them all, and he knew that he was close to his limits.

The field medics ran around the camp behind the front line, tiredness and stress written all over their pale faces. They were the best of the best as field medics; however, treating wounds at such a magnitude was nothing like what they were used to. That being said, under the leadership of Xiao Yuyu, the sect medics had saved many lives. Without their help, at least half of the wounded warriors would have died.

If Yin Tianzong were tired, he didn’t wear it on his face. Vorenus admired his state of calmness, which was the sign of a true legendary veteran. The Zergs followed their codes strictly and pursued the strongest human warrior on the battlefield as the priority target. Therefore, Yin Tianzong had fought with more Zergs than all the other warriors combined. At the center of the Zergs’ attention, he soaked up most of the damage for the rest of the human warriors.

But, no matter how powerful Yin Tianzong was, Vorenus knew that they all would not last until the next dawn.

“Medics of the Divine Mastery Sect, listen to my words! This is the moment of life and death. Let us die in the name of the Divine Way and lift our soul up to join our Divine Master. It is a good day to die! FOR HONOR” Xiao Yuyu shouted at the top of her lungs and led her fellow medics to the front line. There was no point in healing the wounded if the camp was over overwhelmed.

Lun Duo, Tan Bu, and Ross were the only few who were still struggling to push the Zergs back, while the rest of their teammates were cornered, fumbling to defend themselves.

A few mastery casters rushed to the front line to save a group of soldiers from the Zerg. They threw ice spears at the Zergs one after another, but how much more energy did they still have left in them?

Following Xiao Yuyu, Ye Zi also charged into the battle. She had exhausted her soul energy on healing soldiers, but still didn’t hesitate when she heard the Chief Medic’s calling.

The Divine Mastery Sect had always been the protector of the humans on Mars even since its conception. It was more than their duty as sect members to fight for Mars; it was their dogma. To ignore the calling was apostasy.

‘Ice Spear Blizzard!’

As soon as Xiao Yuyu arrived at the battlefield, she unleashed a level nineteen mastery spell. As a hundred or so ice spears shot out from around her, color and life drained from her face. The spell killed many Zergs, but it caused merely a ripple in the sea of darkness.

Seeing the human soldiers being overwhelmed, Yin Tianzong let out a sigh of resignation. ‘This is it.’ He thought, ‘This is the day for me to die.’

“Warriors of the Templars…Follow me! Charge!”

Before Yin Tianzong’s voice faded, the longsword in his hand split into two as the veteran wielded them in one hand each. This would be the last charge of the battle, and the last charge of his life.

The dark one had sensed the incoming attack and unleashed the Kamikaze Zergs. While Yin Tianzong was busy dodging the suicide bombs, a dark shadow landed behind him. It was the Zerg lord, Kun; he had decided that it was finally the time to show himself.

Once he had done away with this level twenty-one human soldier, the rest of the human force would not last long.

Even when his life was hanging on by a thread, Yin Tianzong didn’t lose his composure and acted with a great measure of assuredness. He turned around swiftly like a panther and attacked Kun with a backhanded sweep of his blade while he was still in the air.

“KOM!”

The attack hit home and made Kun stagger. However, as soon as Yin Tianzong landed on the ground, the Zergs swarmed at him without giving him much time to gather himself.

Sensing their leader being in grave danger, the templar warriors rushed to save him. By this time, Kun had also regained balance, charging at the Templars.

“You shall not pass… BREAK!”

A booming voice rippled across the city, every syllable containing a god-like power. The sound carried a magic that slowed everyone’s movements as if the time itself had stopped to listen to his words.

Kun’s bone dagger was only a few inches away from Yin Tianzong’s spine, inching toward its target at a snail’s pace.

A figure appeared above Kun and kicked the bone dagger to a side. Kun was a level twenty-one dark one, and therefore, he was the only one who could still move while under the influence of the time-slowing spell. Yin Tianzong, on the other hand, was slowed down by the fatigue and injuries.

Kun gathered himself and expanded his wings. The crystals embedded in his body let out bright lights, trying to penetrate the grip of the spell. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the person who had cast the spell, and a bone dagger appeared in his hand ut nowhere.

With that, Kun attacked back, but he was too slow; the dagger had missed its target. And now, he saw Wang Tong’s hand coming for his neck. He panicked and shapeshifted into a dozen configurations in an instant. Failing to escape the spell, he started to smell something in the air—his death.

Wang Tong grabbed Kun’s head and twisted. The dying howl of the latter was unpleasantly loud and penetrating. The reverberations shocked the ground once, and then it was over.

Wang Tong had returned!

Despite the pesky harassment from the Zergs on his way to the City of Maersa, he had made it just in time to save the day.

“Kom!”

A firewall drew a line near the choke point, separating the humans from the Zergs. The death of the Zerg leader had sent the Zerg force into a panic and disarray.

In the past, before the time of the dark ones, the death of the Zerg leader was a death sentence for the entire Zerg army. However, the dark ones were intelligent creatures who were capable of placating their panicking subordinates.

All this while, the dark ones wondered who Wang Tong was.

Zergs were not alone in their confusion as soldiers who fought alongside Wang Tong a few months ago were also at a loss. Of course, the Templars knew Wang Tong’s name, but they didn’t know what he really meant to the world. Not even Yin Tianzong had grasped half of the meaning of Wang Tong’s existence.

When the human soldiers had retreated to safety, the firewall finally disappeared. A set of golden discs appeared in Wang Tong’s hand. It was a familiar sight to the warriors of Battle Wolf, as they were the same discs that had destroyed Thunder Fire’s heavy METAL squad. Little did they know that it was not a weapon like they had suspected, but Wang Tong’s combat technique: Golden Disc Saw.

As the two golden discs charged into the mass of Zergs, it sliced through their chitin plates like butter. Wherever the discs land, death followed.

While the two golden discs wreak havoc behind enemy lines, Wang Tong landed on the ground and led his comrades into a triumphant charge.

“Did I miss anything?” Wang Tong smiled at Yin Tianzong.

“You were just in time!” Yin Tianzong smiled back as he clenched his blade. The tide of the battle had turned.

“Just a little longer. After this is done, we will celebrate in our city!” Wang Tong beamed from side to side.

Sensing the promise of victory, Lun Duo and Tan Bu pushed themselves to their feet and followed Wang Tong.

“Wang Tong…Wang…Tong…WANG TONG!” Xiao Yuyu repeated Wang Tong’s name in her mind until realization finally dawned upon her.

“Wasn’t he dead?” Xiao Yuyu was shocked by her realization. Her mind still denied it, but her heart knew the truth all this while.

Who else, other than THE Wang Tong, could be able to bring Guan Dongyang under his control? After all, he was the only person who had defeated Patroclus…He was humanity’s only hope.

Wang Tong folded his hands, and an incredible scene appeared in front of everyone’s eyes. His body started to look blurry, and then it was split into two, then four, and then eight.

The eight copies of Wang Tong stood in a row, looking exactly the same; no one could tell the real Wang Tong from his copies.

The eight Wang Tongs all held a glowing white ball each in their hands. Within each ball were dark roiling clouds that were lit up by the flashes of strobing lightning that were eclipsed by the thunderclouds. The balls were increasing in size and brightness; when they reached half meters in diameter, blinding ray of lights shot out of each of them.

The lights simply melted the Zergs in front of them. When everyone thought that it was the end of the spell, they heard a blaring explosion as the beams of light dispersed into hundreds of smaller lightning bolts, spreading in all directions and killing hundreds of Zergs in just one zap. Chaos fell amidst the Zergs as they trampled over each other while trying to get out of harm’s way.

“KILL!”

The seven copies of Wang Tong finally disappeared, and a golden spear appeared in his hands.

It was the Lance of Einherjar!