Tempest of the Battlefield

The dark ones’ minds were modeled after the humans, and therefore, not only did they look and acted like a human, but also think, feel, and worship their god as a human would.

One of humans’ gods was the blade warrior, a god of power and strength. In humans’ system of worship, there were two extremities: one was the god, and the other was the devil.

They were both mighty, mysterious, and omnipresent.

When the few dark ones fled the city of Bore, they brought with them the account of the devil who lived amongst the human. To the Zergs, the existence of the devil was indisputable, since their limited logic told them that if the Blade Warrior existed, so should the devil.

The account of what had happened at Bore finally raised the high-level dark ones’ concerns. They were well aware of the immense power of the god and the devil. Since only the humans could ascend to godhood through cultivation, the Zergs had decided to evolve into human forms, hoping to gain the divine power. However, before their breeding program had produced a legitimate heir of the devil, the devil himself had come for them with a vengeance.

“The devil?” Wu Juetian couldn’t resist a laugh. Sitting across him was the city lord of Mephisto, C-Naru. Many dark ones who had escaped the ordeal at the Bore had fled to Mephisto, and therefore, Naru was the first city lord to have heard of the rumor about the “devil.”

“Mr. Wu Juetian, this human is the heir of a god. Therefore, it is very likely that he is the…devil!” Naru said with a heavy accent. The dark ones usually ignored any facial expressions while talking, since they considered them redundant.

Wu Juetian was the younger brother of the sect leader of the Dark Witch Sect. The Dark Witch was one of the top ten sects before the great war occurred five years ago. Wu Juetian turned on his brothers and led his men to Patroclus’ camp as soon as the war broke out.

During his stay at Mars, he had come to know about the stupidity of the dark ones. He found it amusing that these dense imbeciles thought that they could rival the immortals. As a former human, he knew better than any dark ones that there were no gods in the human world. However, he didn’t disclose the truth to his dark one friend, since he wagered that it was a good thing for the dark ones to fear his human background.

Greetings over, Wu Juetian, furrowed his brows and said, “My lord, I am afraid that Mephisto will be the next target, so we need to prepare.”

Naru’s face twitched as he hesitated to reply. The lord of Bore was one level above him; however, the report said that he was literally torn apart by the human devil. In just a few days, he had razed three cities to the ground. Meanwhile, after the Kazakh city was destroyed, the warden had issued an order to all the city lords to capture or kill Wang Tong. The reward would be huge for anyone who succeeded in doing so, but if anyone let him slip away, the ‘Cauldron’ awaited them.

The ‘Cauldron’ was an extreme punishment among the dark ones, where the victim’s energy was sucked away by the executioner.

The Zergs had a collective memory of the human’s god, and that memory still frightened them till this day. The Zergs didn’t become active again until the Blade Warrior had left the human world for good. However, the heir of the Blade Warrior, who had transformed into a devil, sounded even more terrifying to Naru than his predecessor.

Not only was Linmo at a higher level than him, but the city of Bore possessed much stronger army than Mephisto. Naru conceded that he stood no chance while fighting against the devil.

Wu Juetian curled his lips into a contemptuous smile. The more he knew about the dark ones, the more he thought about the Divine Lord, Patroclus’s statement about them. Although the dark ones possessed incredible, if not outright impossible, ability to evolve, they were not gods, and their ability also had limits. Evolving too much too fast was not necessarily a good thing, as it would bring many unsuspected defects in the gene pool. These defects might not show up at first, but would eventually surface and catch everyone by surprise. The effect of fear on the dark ones in the Bore city was a good example.

On the other hand, the immortals were previously human, and they had much better control over their fear and other negative emotions. They had seen Wang Tong when he was only a fledgling; of course, they wouldn’t be afraid of him. Wu Juetian was not afraid of Wang Tong at all; instead, he was eager to kill him in order to add another war achievement on his record. That being said, Wu Juetian was well aware of the struggle between the divine lord and the dark lord; as an immortal, he wouldn’t offer help to Naru freely.

“Lord Naru, I am sure you will prevail. On another note, there is something that I am not sure if I should bring up…” Wu Juetian said with a calculated smile.

“Speak along! We need to fight together, I trust you!” Naru said earnestly. He needed all help he could get right now.

“Mephisto used to be the name of an ancient demon in human language. I wager that the human devil will almost certainly visit us very soon.” Wu Juetian spoke under his breath.

“The city of the demon. You mean…we are his next target?”

“Indeed! He is the devil, isn’t he? Of course, he will come to the demon city. We need to prepare for a full-on war as soon as possible. Otherwise, neither of our lords would let us live in peace.” Wu Juetian urged and saw fear flicker in Naru’s eyes.

Patroclus had ruled the immortals with order, and at times, even some measure of understanding. However, the same could not be said about Moye.

As soon as a dark one was born, they were thrown right into a fierce competition, where only the fittest survived. The dark ones strived to become the perfect race, and therefore, not even the smallest mistakes were tolerated.

Naru didn’t overthink the situation, neither did his intelligence allow him to. If the enemy came, he would kill the enemy; it was as simple as that. However, what if the enemy was so strong that it posed a danger to himself? Before he met Wang Tong, Naru never had to think questions like that.

As he pondered his options, he finally had a light bulb moment. He turned to Wu Juetian and said, “Mr. Wu, you were a human, I am sure that you know how to deal with this devil. Tell you what, if you can help me handle Wang Tong, I will give you all the force inside Mephisto.” Naru felt relieved and was very proud of himself for coming up with such a brilliant idea.

Wu Juetian suppressed a chuckle and said, “As you wish, my lord. But, since the enemy is a devil, please assist me during the battle.”

“Of course! I will be at your command.” Naru answered in a cheerful tone.

The dark ones were used to following orders. When they were not sure what to do, nothing sounded more comforting and reassuring than an order from an imperious leader.

Without firing a shot, Wu Juetian had taken over the city of Mephisto. He had only brought five other immortals with him, and Naru had never considered him a threat.

As for Wang Tong, Wu Juetian was sure that he could overcome him with ease. He was already level twenty-one before he was transformed into an immortal. With his invincible body, he could kill Wang Tong like squashing a fly.

In addition to taking over as many dark one’s cities as possible, capturing Wang Tong was also one of the orders from Patroclus. He could not pass up the opportunity of killing a famous human warrior, particularly if Wu Juetian didn’t even have to look for him.

…

Meanwhile, the city of Maersa was no longer a derelict backwater forgotten village that it used to be. As more and more people migrated into the city, it grew in size and prospered. The mass production of the energy crystal gun had also drawn many powerful factions into the city to discuss potential opportunities as business partners.

The mad scientist, Wang Tung, had drawn a lot of attention to himself, partly due to his invention, but also because of his name. Many people thought that Wang Tung was Wang Tong’s brother because how similar their names sounded.

However, Wang Tung considered his popularity as nothing but a distraction.