Fire, fire everywhere.
The towering flames greedily licked at the carved beams and painted rafters, turning this once magnificent palace, a symbol of imperial grandeur, into a veritable hell on earth. Thick smoke billowed, choking people and making it hard to breathe; the crackling of burning wood mingled with the desperate screams of those on the verge of death, weaving together a final, apocalyptic symphony.
The rebel soldiers, acting like madmen, charged wave after wave of dark tides towards the bright yellow figure in the center of the hall, fearlessly advancing.
"Protect His Majesty!"
Several loyal royal guards roared, using their own flesh and blood to build a crumbling defensive line for their monarch. However, faced with an enemy many times their size, this line proved so fragile that men continued to groan and fall, instantly swallowed by the sea of fire and the throng of people.
The longsword in Xiao Che's hand was already stained dark red with blood.
He was fighting, yet it didn't seem like he was fighting.
Every swing of his sword was precise and deadly, but more often than not, it was about parrying and dodging. He was like a reef in a raging storm, seemingly indestructible, but in reality, he was under immense pressure every second, fighting and retreating, his living space constantly being compressed.
However, what truly unsettled him was not the seemingly inescapable death he faced.
His heart is not here.
His gaze would always involuntarily pierce through the raging fire wall, through the layers of rebel soldiers, and look toward the direction of Kunning Palace.
Late night...
How is his Wanwan doing?
Has she shaken off her pursuers? Has she reached the observatory? Did that deadly rain of arrows even scratch her?
Endless worry, like the most vicious vines, entwined his heart, tearing at his soul with every breath. He couldn't imagine what the point of winning the war and protecting this land would be if something happened to her.
"Pfft!"
A moment's distraction led to a fatal crisis!
A rebel assassin seized this fleeting opening, his steel blade arcing in a strange direction, bypassing Xiao Che's sword and slashing fiercely at his shoulder!
At the critical moment, Xiao Che, relying on his honed fighting instincts, suddenly turned to the side. The blade almost grazed his dragon robe, and the sharp wind even cut off a strand of his black hair!
That was close!
Xiao Che's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Hahaha! Our sickly emperor is failing!"
"Brothers, give it your all! Cut off his head, and the Regent will reward you handsomely!"
The rebels let out a triumphant and arrogant laugh. In their eyes, this once high and mighty king was now a cornered beast, exhausted and mentally unstable, on the verge of death!
They could almost see the scene of that noble head rolling to the ground!
The clash of swords and the shadows of blades descended upon Xiao Che from all directions once more, like a giant net covering his head! He seemed to have nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape!
However, at this critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, Xiao Che's movements suddenly stopped.
His gaze was fixed on the direction of Kunning Palace, and in his deep eyes was a patch of pitch black that was still incredibly conspicuous amidst the chaotic firelight!
one two three!
Three incredibly thick plumes of black smoke, like three black dragons breaking free of their shackles, roared, rolled, and resolutely rushed into the sky!
In that night sky, which was shrouded in chaos by blood and fire, those three plumes of smoke were so clear and so conspicuous!
That was the highest level of signal between him and her!
That was the flame of victory she ignited with her life!
Xiao Che's heart stopped abruptly at that moment!
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable surge of immense joy and relief, almost bursting his chest, swept through his entire body like a tsunami!
It's her!
It's late!
She's safe! She succeeded!
She fulfilled her promise to him and completed the tasks she undertook as queen!
The last trace of concern, the last thread of worry, vanished completely the moment those three plumes of smoke rose!
The shackles that bound the dragon have shattered!
The purest and most extreme killing intent and domineering aura belonging to an emperor, which he had forcibly suppressed deep in his heart, was suddenly unleashed at this moment!
"kill!!!"
The surrounding rebels only felt a blur before their eyes as the emperor, who had been in a sorry state just moments before, suddenly changed his entire demeanor!
A chilling, sinister, and almost tangible terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from his "sickly" body!
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward and took a firm step!
He's no longer on defense!
"Sing—!"
The longsword, stained with blood, let out a high-pitched dragon roar that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time!
A set of royal sword techniques, characterized by its grand and sweeping movements, ancient simplicity and majesty, and brimming with divine might, was displayed to the world for the first time without reservation!
There are no unnecessary frills, no strange movements; all that exists is the purest power, the ultimate speed, and the most undeniable dominance!
"puff--!"
A thin line of blood flashed across the neck of the rebel soldier at the forefront.
Before the sneer on his face had even faded, his eyes were filled with endless horror and confusion. Then, a large head shot into the sky!
This is just the beginning!
The rebels were horrified to discover that the scene before them was completely beyond their comprehension!
The "sickly man" in their eyes has now transformed into a god of death who has returned from hell!
His swordsmanship was ruthless and domineering; wherever his sword passed, it was like boiling water splashing on snow, unstoppable! Whether it was a weapon made of fine steel or a piece of sturdy armor, they were as fragile as paper under his sword!
A rebel assassin attempted to launch a surprise attack from the side using sheer numbers, but before he could even get close, Xiao Che, without even turning his head, swiftly pierced him through the ribs with a backhand sword strike!
Another assassin leaped high into the air, attempting a powerful attack with the force of splitting Mount Hua. Xiao Che neither dodged nor evaded, but instead advanced, slashing upwards with his sword, striking first despite being behind! With a crisp "crack," the assassin, along with his sword, was cleaved in two!
Limbs and severed bodies began to fly everywhere!
Blood and bits of flesh painted the burning hall even more crimson!
"No...impossible!"
"Isn't he a sickly person?!"
"Monster! He's a monster!"
The rebel lines began to crumble! In their eyes, the bright yellow figure, drenched in blood and fighting fiercely, was no longer a readily attainable achievement, but an invincible and indescribable grim reaper!
Wherever he goes, there is death!
The human wave tactic became a complete joke in front of this invincible war god! They weren't surrounding and killing him, but lining up to deliver their heads to him!
"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!"
A rebel captain roared, his eyes bloodshot, unable to accept the absurd scene before him.
He charged forward, knife in hand, roaring, "He's all alone! We'll wear him down! Kill him!"
Xiao Che's icy gaze fell upon him.
That gaze, devoid of any human emotion, was as if a celestial being were looking down upon an ant oblivious to its fate.
Facing the captain's powerful, downward slash, Xiao Che neither dodged nor evaded.
He moved.
His movements were as swift as a ghost, and he passed by his opponent the instant the blade fell.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The rebel captain remained frozen in place, still holding his sword, his eyes filled with boundless terror.
A thin line of blood slowly appeared on his forehead, spreading downwards, across his nose, lips, and down to his neck...
"Thump."
His body was neatly split in two and lay in a pool of blood.
With a single sword stroke, Xiao Che beheaded a traitorous general who had just launched a sneak attack, scalding blood splattering across his imperial face. He slowly raised his head, surveying the surrounding rebel soldiers who were utterly terrified and dared not take another step forward, his eyes as cold as ancient ice.
The constantly changing emoji above his head, representing anxiety and worry, completely disappeared at that moment.
Instead, a completely new and never-before-seen pattern was created.
It was a small golden figure engulfed in raging flames, wielding a long sword. There were no words on it, yet it exuded an endless fighting spirit capable of burning the entire world!
[God of War.gif]!
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