The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1107, Go, Go, Go!

Translator: StarReader

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Shuddering, Shuang’er gave him an incredulous look, “T-that can’t be! Brother Zhuo is the Grand Marshal of our lands! Why would he…”

“Speaking of his position, isn’t it merely interim? Calling it exploit isn’t much of a stretch, regardless of how bad it sounds.”

Leng Wuchang’s eyes shone, “When the dust settles, fingers will be pointing. The lands are now at war and the leaders of the four lands have no choice but to show courtesy when inviting Steward Zhuo to take charge. Once fighting stops, the Grand Marshal loses its meaning. The four lands would remain, but what about Steward Zhuo? He is a far too shrewd a man to not pick up on the obvious danger coming with his new status.

“Furthermore, Steward Zhuo’s plan destroys the main headache, collapsing the central area, while also making the four lands break under the severe casualties. When two fight, a third always wins. Steward Zhuo took the reins, but who is he working for in the end? This is the main issue.”

Leng Wuchang smoothed his goatee, showing a crafty smile as he sighed, “I wonder, will Steward Zhuo take it out on me for reducing his plan of grinding the two sides’ assets? I guess I’ll just dump it all on Clan Head, who just had to be so righteous and sorry for humanity. Wouldn’t you say? Ha-ha-ha…”

Watching him go, Shuang’er frowned deep in thought.

[This means the man hasn’t changed at all after all these years. It’s like he hasn’t once thought about humanity’s wellbeing…]

Boom~

The Invincible Sword faced the endless waves of soldiers with wave after wave, sending them all to hell.

These men were suicidal lunatics, coming one after the other, again and again. Invincible Sword’s slash weakened, but not enough for the attack to be blocked.

The four Sword Kings looked lost. Anyone knew that making an example out of a few of them ought to scare these cowardly rabble away, but they had all gone insane, coming with the sole purpose of dying. They were lining up for execution.

[What is wrong with the people of northern lands? Have they lost their marbles?]

Their marbles were very much accounted for. It was Zhuo Fan’s attrition tactic that convinced them all that the only way to win the war was over a mountain of corpses. They were simply climbing on the stairs to victory.

Sometimes, it wasn’t death that scared people, but dying without meaning or purpose.

The Sword Kings were just too strong, making all of their efforts feel empty when they couldn’t even hurt their enemies. Here was where Zhuo Fan came with a solution- through the power of a hundred million people, they would wear them out.

By changing perspective, the crowd’s morale shifted. Their deaths now had worth, leading to the ultimate death of the Invincible Sword and the Sword Kings. Adding to it Leng Wuchang’s tactic of splitting kin and friends, their value only soared in their hearts.

[The more you drain these monsters, the safer your kin will be. And who’s to say they won’t earn glory?]

With victory in their hearts and souls, they all stepped forth to their doom without any fear.

Boom!

With another wave down, the Invincible Sword paled from exhaustion, gasping hard and coughing blood twice more. His wounds only deepened.

“Patriarch, please rest and leave it all to me!”

Bali Yuyu chose the perfect moment to block him. Weak as he became, he no longer insisted and fell back, going to rest with the other three Sword Kings.

As for the next wave of soon-to-be dead people, Bali Yuyu would handle them. The soldiers still cursed and taunted but the old man had no more energy for them, no longer stubborn and turned a deaf ear to heal.

Leng Wuchang saw Baili Yutian withdrawing and a Sword King taking stage, he decided to make slight adjustment to the tactic, by sending five teams at once instead of just one to drain them harder. And every last one of the attacks came pouring down right for the Invincible Sword.

It was no wonder Bali Yuyu was frantic in keeping Patriarch safe while also exhausting herself.

The other Sword Kings had to replace her. Though weren’t they wounded themselves? Ten waves were nothing, but having pushed on to a hundred and the earlier damage began to show their effects, making their situation that much harder.

Luckily Baili Yulei rushed here with the crown prince at the best moment to hold the fort.

Which was not to say that a heavily damaged one, two normal and three wounded Sword Kings could outlast the constant attacks from the hundred million soldiers two lands were throwing at them. No, they certainly had it bad.

While the suicidal madmen couldn’t touch them, their Yuan Qi took a heavy blow. Only three days into the fight, they found themselves dazed and their Yuan Qi reserve next to bone dry.

As for the enemy, they still had two thirds of their force intact.

In the dark at the actual numbers, the Sword Kings were in a dangerous spot, only amplified with every passing wave.

Their strength wasn’t the only one leaving, with their minds taking their toll as well.

“Baili Jingwei, didn’t you say you’re going to break into northern lands with ease, you bastard? Weren’t you going to support us? This feels like the whole of northern lands’ forces are now focused on us. Where the hell are you?”

Bali Yuyu couldn’t take it anymore and lashed out. The other Sword Kings were aggravated as well, with bloodshot eyes and growling.

They believed in Baili Jingwei’s plan, but for some reason, everything took a turn for the worse.

[What kind of problems could his plan to attack all lands meet?]

Despite their frustration and confusion, they were very much in the dark about Baili Jingwei having it far worse than them.

“Go, go, go! Charge for crying out loud! Breach northern lands at all costs!”

At the northern lands’ border, Baili Jingwei was frantic and anxious as he pointed at the smoking battlefield and howled like he was possessed. His white teeth crunched so hard they might break any second.

[Zhuo Fan, you rotten piece of… I’m not through with you! I’m going to get you for using this despicable tactic on me!]

[Just how are Patriarch and the others holding up? It’s been six days under harassment from a hundred million people. Then there’s the three divine swords. Patriarch has to be safe!]

Baili Jingwei’s eyes were red all over, howling, “Charge, no matter what! Get in there you god-damned rejects!”

Answering him was a draconic roar. Danqing Shen pointed at the sky and hacked down. A resounding boom followed, making the sky echo with the wails and cries of hundreds of Genesis experts as they lost their lives. The enemy lines were shaking to the core as well, under the onslaught.

Ding~

A most sublime zither added some color to the battlefield, but this turned out to be a dirge. The sounds split into seven sword energy attacks, mowing people down and unleashing a shower of limbs, viscera and blood upon all around.

The music turned soothing once more, with the man in white gently touching the strings with a peaceful smile.

“It’s the Zither Sword King! Look out for his Seven Notes Obscure Sword!” A venerable from northern lands recognized him and shouted, moments before he popped like an overripe tomato.

Shangguan Feiyun hovered high above, lowering his fingers, “You think Zither Sword King is the only one to watch out for? There are four Sword Kings on this battlefield. Are you calling the others weaklings?”

“Yeah, Zither Sword King always shows off, playing a zither on the field of battle!”

Wine Sword Immortal whined, approaching Shangguan Feiyun, “Should we try being refined for a change? At this rate, all credit will go to that string plucker. Next thing you know, Prime Minister Baili is shouting at us for not trying too hard. I’d rather not have him grating on my ears with his yapping, ha-ha-ha…”

Wine Sword Immortal laughed and spurted wine then pointed. the wine turned into a golden inferno that took sword shape and fell down like rain to kill a thousand experts.

Shangguan Feiyun’s heart sank, “Wine Sword Immortal, is this the Decimating Sword Art from southern lands? Fire really is the most effective way of killing.”

“Let’s not dwell in the past.”

Wine Sword Immortal shook his head with a sigh, “I’ve had a drink over with Murong Lie back then, considering him a friend. He was also kind enough to let me observe Decimating Sword for a year, leading to today’s results. But times have changed, I’m afraid, and I don’t know if he’ll gift me more wine.”

“Humph, once you take southern lands, all the wine will be yours.”

“What taste can stolen wine have over one offered by a dear friend?” Wine Sword Immortal looked worried, sadness flashing deep in his gaze.

Seeing how two Sword Kings were chatting merrily, Baili Jingwei had to do something about that. His anger burned to new heights as he shrieked, “Shangguan Feiyun, Wine Sword Immortal, did I call you here for a drink? Charge, god dammit!”

“Tch, the brat is picking our faults again.” Wine Sword Immortal shrugged and sighed as he shot for the northern lands’ frontline.

Shangguan Feiyun was right behind him.

Huffing and puffing, Baili Jingwei shook all over.

[Damn these foreign Sword Kings, they can’t do anything right! What do I do? It’s been so many days and Patriarch…]

“Prime Minister sir, report!”

A messenger bowed before him.

Baili Jingwei snatched the jade slip and read it with heart in his throat.

[What’s so important in these crucial moments?]

He jolted and in the next moment his eyes shone.

[The punk is missing and not leading the alliance? Perfect…]