Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 464: A Secret Letter

"What do you intend on doing?"

Amurong poured himself a glass of red wine. "What do you think the sura would do when they learned about the situation within Renhuang?"

Even Amurong's ally frowned upon hearing his words. Was his grudge toward Zhang Lie so intense that he would even work in cahoots with the sura to get rid of him?

Gaoyuan was enjoying his feast.

In Gaoyuan's military camp, within a gigantic golden tent at the very center, the ground was covered by a plush red carpet, and corpses were strewn by its four corners. Their testicles had been removed from their groin; their heads were facing the ceiling, and fresh flowers stuffed into their mouths.

A curious scent of flowery fragrance and blood permeated the entire camp. Over the course of the march, Gaoyuan had taken the testicles from every male lifeform he had come across and killed all the females on the spot. What lay in front of him was the result of all that hunting: a large dish piled full of testicles.

Gaoyuan didn't particularly care about Renhuang; in the end, it would be destroyed no matter what, the question was by whom. Regardless, Gaoyuan would benefit—none of his brothers cared about testicles like him.

There was a human skull placed on the table, the back of the skull cracked open and stuffed full with flowers that looked like roses. Gaoyuan took a deep sniff and moaned in pleasure. "Flowers and testicles make for an excellent combination."

"That said, I do have to get to Renhuang more quickly if I want fresh testicles." Gaoyuan tied a napkin around his neck and speared a testicle dripping with blood with a fork. He placed it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and rubbed his cheeks in delight. "As expected, fresh testicles taste the best!"

Even if the streets of Renhuang were littered with corpses by the time he arrived, he would have eaten his fill of testicles by then…

It was only because the monarch of stars had tasked him with taking Renhuang that he had dared to kill whoever he could see along the way. Otherwise, he would have received countless complaints from the sura kingdoms he passed by.

He wasn't afraid of the complaints, but they were so annoying to deal with that he tried to reduce them as much as possible under ordinary circumstances.

To be frank, whether or not his brothers would make it to Renhuang in one piece remained to be seen—they didn't all get along with each other, and they had suppressed their hostilities because of the monarch of stars' presence. But now that they were far from his eye, they might take action against each other.

Shicang, in particular, was devious and sly, and who knew what he was up to.

"Who knows if he's even a sura? I don't trust him one bit!"

If he were to die, Shicang would gladly take over his army and turn all his subordinates into zombies. Despite their being brothers, Gaoyuan had no love lost for Shicang. The brothers would have to guard against their enemies—and, more importantly, against each other.

For instance, the butcher seemed to have taken his elites to Renhuang in advance of his troops. Based on his personality, he was likely already slaughtering the troops within and constructing his human towers.

By the time the other brothers got there, they would gape at the havoc he had wreaked and the creations he had made, and he would fold his arms smugly and tell them, "You've all arrived too late. Would you like to see my handiwork?"

The butcher was a simple-minded fellow, and he had run around for far too long with the executioner's blade that their godfather had given him—so long that his brain had turned addled.

Compared to Renhuang, Gaoyuan was more curious about the mastermind behind the attack on the sura. According to their godfather, Renhuang alone would hardly have been capable of such an assault on two sura kingdoms.

"Take your time and force the mastermind out—I'll stick around here and enjoy my testicles."

With Renhuang under attack, the mastermind would surely strike, but no one knew how.

The elder knocked and entered his tent, and Gaoyuan raised his head and smiled brightly. "Elder, have you had a meal? Come join me!"

The elder glanced at his plate with revulsion. "Please, your highness, I would hardly dream of partaking of your food."

Were it not for an important matter, the elder would hardly have interrupted Gaoyuan while he was eating—not because it would disturb Gaoyuan, but rather because it would frighten him. Every time he saw Gaoyuan eating, he would be disgusted for the rest of the day.

"There's a letter for you, your highness." The elder put the letter on the table from as far a distance as he could manage, then darted back as far as he could, as though Gaoyuan and his table were a hotspot for some infectious disease or another.

"A letter? From whom?"

"An arrow."

"Hmm." Gaoyuan picked up the letter, slit it, and read through it. He smiled deviously when he was finished. "It looks like they've finally made a move."

"They?"

"The mastermind behind Renhuang." Gaoyuan handed the letter to the elder, who glanced at it and frowned. "Renhuang's dispatching six sets of troops?"

At the end of the letter was appended specific details on each force headed out of Renhuang.

The elder's frown deepened. "Is the governor of Renhuang an idiot?"

"I'm not familiar with him, but it doesn't seem like a bad strategy."

"Why, your highness?"

"We have the forces of seven kingdoms closing in on him, but we're not working together. It makes sense to defeat our forces one by one."

"These humans really are quite arrogant if they think that they can take down a horde of troops led by sura kings with just a sixth of their total manpower..."

Gaoyuan continued eating as he expressed his thoughts. "They defeated Xuechi, didn't they? Their strength should be considered on par with that of a sura kingdom, so it might not be so infeasible for them to defeat one of the forces heading their way.

What we really should be considering is the bottom half of the letter. The city divided its forces into six groups, and the governor himself's remaining within..."

"Aren't they underestimating our strength?"

"There are two possibilities. One, that the contents of the letter are fake, or two, that they really are confident that just a sixth of their strength is sufficient to overwhelm any of our forces."

The elder frowned. "In summary, regardless of whether the contents of this letter are fake or not, our strategy is still to continue pushing onward. If our opponents are strong, we have to prepare for a drawn-out battle; if they aren't, we'll march straight for Renhuang."

"Your field of vision is too narrow." Gaoyuan stood up, wiped his mouth by the napkin around his neck, then corrected the elder, "Godfather's stated objective is to destroy Renhuang, but the true objective is hidden and even more important: to uncover the mastermind behind the affair."

"In that case, your highness, your intention is—"

"We'll host a banquet and prepare to welcome our guests."