Chapter 402: Chapter 404: Lend Me Your Head for a Blood Sacrifice to My 300 Warriors at Dawn

No one could describe just how terrifying it was to battle a four-armed Naga in the dim light.

As an Upper Race, the Nagas possessed a battle strength beyond common imagination. When all four arms slashed their long knives simultaneously, even the thickest shields were no more than foam.

At this moment, Anthony also encountered an unprecedented obstacle.

The Fearless Holy Sword, with its faint glow, became a terrifying blade of slaughter with its unparalleled sharpness.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Even though he was an inheritor of the Heart of Fearlessness and his combat strength seemed invincible when beset by a frenzied siege, the soldiers at his side were not the same.

These warriors, although they were the elite trained by Dawn City, clad in full armor and wielding sharp weapons,

were still reaped like wheat when facing the four-armed Nagas.

The disparity was too great.

Born and bred in a harsh environment, the Nagas, in terms of battle strength or experience, were far stronger than the warriors of Dawn City.

“Kill!”

A young warrior roared and lunged directly at the four-armed Naga attacking from the opposite side, his longsword slashing down fiercely.

Clang~

The sound of metal clashing exploded as the Naga’s two long knives crossed and blocked the deadly attack.

In the narrow green eyes, killer intent was fierce. In the moment of collision, the other two arms did not remain idle–one arm wielding a long knife sliced straight through the young warrior’s abdomen.

Sparks flew.

The high-level armor blocked the fatal blow, and a look of relief appeared on the young warrior’s face. He withdrew his sword for a counterstrike, but as he prepared for a second attack,

Pfft~ the fourth arm, holding a long knife, slashed directly through the armor gap at his neck.

Blood sprayed forth.

In close combat, the advantages of the Upper Race, the four-armed Nagas, were just too great.

Two fists were hard-pressed against four hands, not to mention that Nagas of the same level could still overwhelm human warriors with their crushing battle strength.

It was an innate trait of the Upper Race–the Naga’s bloodline was far stronger than that of humans. Only a higher level or a stronger bloodline could eliminate such disparity.

But reality was always brutal–Dawn City could equip every warrior with high-level armor and weapons, but it was impossible to grant every warrior a bloodline of the Upper Race.

Talent was the most unreasonable thing.

“Rally to me!”

After slaying a Naga, Anthony roared. By now, his armor was stained red with blood, which fell like droplets, with black armor marked by the most lurid and bloodstained traces.

As the sole spearhead of this squad, the warrior wielding the Fearless Holy Sword, he faced the greatest pressure, even having to confront several Nagas’ assaults at once.

Every step forward was taken over the bodies of slain Nagas.

Fortunately, though strong, Anthony was no less a match for anyone.

Each time the Fearless Holy Sword in his hand swung, it was bathed in blood.

Extraordinary combat awareness, formidable combat skills, coupled with an unimaginable Danger Perception.

This inheritor of a Legendary profession was the most Fearless Warrior.

Blood, severed limbs, death–these became the main theme at that moment.

The battle continued.

Dawn City’s troops couldn’t provide support in a short time– they could only rely on themselves.

But there were too many, and the surrounding Nagas only increased, not decreased, as they attempted to break out.

Anthony no longer had the energy to look after the surrounding warriors. When the number of Nagas vastly outnumbered them, everything became uncontrollable.

The number of warriors around him dwindled, fewer and fewer…

Anthony’s breathing grew heavier as well.

Each hard-fought slash of the longsword drained a tremendous amount of strength, from unrivaled dominance at the beginning to a progressively heavier advance.

By the end, Anthony no longer knew how much time had passed; the number of Nagas he had killed was uncountable.

Escape.

That was the only thought.

But as time wore on, his robust body began to exhibit an indescribable weakness, the plentiful strength within him ebbing away.

He was about to collapse.

Yet even so, Anthony’s gaze remained unwavering.

Only those with the courage to face certain death were worthy to wield the Fearless Holy Sword.

No one could stop the charge of a Dawn Warrior, no matter who they were.

But the gap in strength between the two sides was too great.

Was it possible for these three hundred men to break through a trap meticulously laid by the Nagas?

One after another, human warriors were slain by the sharp-bladed four-armed Nagas, and the sound of battle in the air grew ever fainter.

Until at last, only Anthony’s figure remained in the battlefield of bushes and grasses.

Three hundred warriors, none survived…

When Anthony felt that there were no more warriors from Dawn City left alive around him, his eyes were filled with unspeakable sadness and anger.

Kill!

The longsword in his hand became even more ferocious.

The formidable Nagas around him were reaped like wheat by an explosively raging Anthony.

The sharp longsword meant all Nagas could not collide with it a second time, their war knives shattered, their bodies burst.

At that moment, Anthony became the scythe of the Death God, recklessly reaping the lives of the Nagas.

After consecutively slaughtering 57 Nagas, he suddenly stepped on a corpse and staggered.

In that instant, Anthony felt an unspeakably terrifying crisis coming from behind. Just as he thought to dodge, two four-armed Nagas lunged forward from the front, ignoring the edge of the Fearless Holy Sword, and entangled him in the most ferocious way.

Swinging the longsword,

a slash~ two heads rose at the same time, whoosh~ from the darkness, a Naga released the bowstring, the arrow streaking across the sky with fatal momentum.

Thud~

Blood spurted.

Terrifying agony engulfed Anthony,

He had been shot!

The moment this thought arose, the Fearless Warrior forcefully turned his head to look around, only to find himself surrounded by Four-Armed Nagas.

There was no way out.

The warriors who had followed him were nowhere to be seen.

The entire army had been annihilated.

The warriors he led were now forever sleeping in this land.

War was always brutal with no mercy to spare.

Wars fought for survival space made this brutality tenfold, a hundredfold worse.

Rage and sorrow were consuming Anthony’s heart at this moment.

Huff~huff~

But he was too tired; right now Anthony could only feel the heavy breathing that seemed to echo in his ears, layer upon layer,

The shouts and clashing blades around him had faded away, and besides his own breathing, he could only feel his heart pounding…

Is it ending now?

As the Nagas closed in, Anthony’s arm shook uncontrollably as he gripped the Fearless Holy Sword; he could even clearly see the vicious and murderous look in the eyes of the Naga opposite him.

In the face of encirclement by hundreds, even thousands of Nagas, no one here could escape, neither his warriors nor he himself, even while wielding the Fearless Holy Sword…

At this moment, an image of an old man who had been with him all his life–Uncle Jike–flashed in Anthony’s mind, and he remembered the words that had changed his life.

“Anthony, being a soldier is a very painful thing; are you truly prepared?”

“You will witness your comrades die in battle, see your brothers fall as they shield you from the enemy’s weapons,

You might even be ordered to kill some defenseless innocent people, brushing shoulders with death every day; you will be the executioner, the butcher that everyone despises!!

You will live under the shadow of war and death for your entire life, never able to escape.

Are you ready for that?”

Whoosh~

Ptui~

An incredibly sharp arrow pierced through his chest, Anthony’s body lurched forward involuntarily, and the blood in his mouth spewed out uncontrollably.

At this moment, he could no longer feel the pain; exhaustion and weakness had numbed his senses.

Anthony’s lips trembled uncontrollably, his body like a wild grass in a fierce wind, seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, his eyes even seeing double as they looked forward.

“Uncle Jike… I, have no regrets…”

Like a vow, Anthony whispered in his heart at the brink of collapse, then gazed at the Naga in front of him and slowly raised the Fearless Holy Sword, positioning it in front of his chest.

“For Dawn…”

His voice was weak but resolutely firm as it echoed across the bloody battlefield, the fearless aura momentarily causing the surrounding Four-Armed Nagas to pause.

A Warrior’s Requiem.

Return with one’s body.

Anthony let out a final roar and charged straight into the Four-Armed Nagas ahead.

A Dawn Warrior, even in death, would fall on the charge.

Behind him lay the glory of Dawn City, the expectations of everyone.

Fearless and dauntless.

Charge.

Time around him seemed to slow down by thousands of times, as the figure holding the Cross Longsword ignited his own life, unleashing his final strength to charge into the mass of Four-Armed Nagas.

Blood splattered.

When there was no fear left in the heart, no matter how numerous or strong the enemy, no matter how sharp their swords or terrifying their daggers,

They were as nothing.

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Upon a small hill far from the battlefield, a few especially intimidating Four-Armed Nagas witnessed the scene with subtle expressions.

The leader, with a crown made of flesh-growths on his head, showed a slight admiration in his narrow eyes upon seeing Anthony not retreat in face of death.

“Unexpectedly, these lowly surface dwellers also possess such courage!

This human warrior has earned my respect, and so I plan… after his death, to personally deliver his body to the Abyss Mouth for consumption, just as this despicable Dark Night Elf.”

After speaking, he turned his head toward the other Nagas, among whom a Dark Night Elf, bound at the hands and covered in scars, was particularly eye-catching.

The captive Dark Night Elf had long, pointed ears and black eyes, with dim, grayish-white skin–a color distinct from that of other elves, well-suited for camouflaging in the Underworld environment.

Her beauty was almost perfect like other elves, only marred by the scars on her body.

“Clan Leader, Lord Austin requires us to conquer the Dark Night Elves’ territory and enslave these wretched lives,

This Dark Night Elf is the daughter of their matriarch; we could use her for greater gains…”

“The mother of the Dark Night Elves?”

The leading Naga with a fleshy crown subconsciously touched a subtle scar on his face, his eyes flashing coldly with murderous intent.

“Damn bastard, one day, we the Black Scale Naga will enslave that despicable race and take everything from them!!”

“Hmph, pitiful Nagas, the Dark Night Elves are blessed by the great Spider Queen; even if you side with that damned Black Dragon, it’s in vain.

The Black Dragon from the Mud Swamp is but a worm in the mud before our exalted Rose. Effortlessly crushed.”

The scar-covered Dark Night Elf displayed a hint of scorn, her tone undiminished by her predicament.

The pride of the Dark Night Elves was not inferior to that of surface elves, only that their love was for slaughter and conspiracy…

Hearing this, the reaction of the Naga with the fleshy crown turned exceedingly cold, his narrow eyes resembling a demon preparing to hunt.

“The power possessed by Lord Austin is beyond the imagination of you lowly beings.

Rose… the Spider Queen might be powerful, but will she answer your call? Can she descend upon us?”

“In the Underworld, only under the reign of Austin can one find an invincible existence!”

Although the darkly famed and mighty Evil God, the master of the Dark Night Elves, the God of Conspiracy–Spider Queen Rose–is deeply feared by the crest-headed Naga,

The fact remains that the Underworld is not an endless abyss, and no matter how powerful Spider Queen Rose is, she cannot truly descend; here, the mighty Black Dragon reigns supreme.

Furthermore, the followers of Spider Queen Rose are numerous, and the common Dark Night Elf tribes have no qualification to earn the attention of such a powerful divine Evil God.

“Hmph, ignorant fools, can you not comprehend the might of Spider Queen?”

The mockery on the Dark Night Elf’s face grew thicker.

The crest-headed Naga did not speak again, but the murderous aura emanating from him multiplied dramatically.

If this Dark Night Elf weren’t of use to him, he would flay her flesh piece by piece and devour her soul!

“Keep her alive and bring her back. I have already arranged everything. As soon as those surface dwellers probe this far, they will inevitably discover the territory of the Dark Night Elves…”

A chill and cruelty flashed in his eyes, “Once the surface dwellers clash with the Dark Night Elves, we will completely eradicate both powers.

When we seize the Tree of Life from the Dark Night Elves, it will be the beginning of Naga rule over the Underworld…

As for Austin, it will become our spearhead to break through the Half-Elf cities, killing their Transcendents…

Everything, will belong to the Naga, the glorious Naga!!”

The bound Dark Night Elf’s complexion changed upon hearing these words; she hadn’t expected that the ultimate goal of these Naga was to instigate calamity, hoping for the powerful force that had suddenly emerged a month ago to collide with the Dark Night Elves, while the Naga reaped the benefits from the shadows,

“No, you will not succeed!!”

“Not succeed?

Believe me, no one can resist the temptation of the Tree of Life!

Not even those surface humans, they would give everything to deal with you even if they knew it was our doing…

Truly, how amusing…”

The tone of the crest-headed Naga was especially chilling, making one shiver.

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Anthony was on the brink of being devoured by the Naga, despite the sharpness of the Fearless Holy Sword and his valiance. There comes a time when even the mightiest warrior exhausts his strength, especially a Fearless Warrior with an arrow piercing through his chest.

He couldn’t hold on any longer.

The light in Anthony’s eyes began to fade slowly.

The Secret Technique activated by the sacrifice of his life could no longer sustain him.

Taking a deep breath, Anthony looked around and saw the corpses of at least a hundred Naga at his feet.

His heart regained calmness.

Up to this point in the battle, he had no more yearnings.

His only regret was that he might never see Uncle Jack again,

Nor the girl who was still waiting for his triumphant return.

I’m sorry, Miss Grey.

Blood smeared Anthony’s pale face, and his unfocused eyes carried remorse and reluctance.

I’ve broken my promise…

Next season of revival,

I won’t be able to accompany you to see the hills blooming with irises…

How I wish, I could go see them with you one more time…

From afar, the crest-headed Naga saw that teetering figure, standing strong but on the verge of collapse, and his expression turned cold.

Without the slightest pity or pause, the cold voice of the Naga echoed through the sky.

“Kill that human, then bring his corpse!”

After the order was given, the Naga previously terrified by Anthony’s onslaught rushed forward unrestrained like maniacs, all pouncing toward the figure, flickering like a candle in the wind.

Anthony’s visions were already blurry, and he could only faintly hear the terrifying, strange roars surrounding him.

Whoosh~

As hundreds of Naga surged forward like a tempest, they engulfed the small boat that was Anthony.

An inevitable outcome.

The crest-headed Naga narrowed his eyes at the scene; while he appreciated the human’s bravery, he would not hesitate for a moment.

Besides, but an ant after all, however strong, was just a weak life to be crushed at his whim.

Lifting his head slightly, the murderous intent in his elongated eyes eased a bit, and with a wave of his hand, he instructed his subordinates to pick up the Dark Night Elf and prepare to leave.

A few Naga guards emanating a terrifying aura picked up the bound Dark Night Elf and followed suit.

But just at that moment, an incredibly terrifying fluctuation suddenly came from behind.

The crest-headed Naga’s body shuddered; he felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient giant dragon that had opened its eyes.

Goosebumps rose.

He slowly turned his head and then witnessed an unforgettable, mythological scene.

The ethereal figure of a three-hundred-blade-tall Cross Longsword stood towering in the sky.

The vibrant sword shadows of irises bloomed, like the vigorous growth of plants during the season of revival.

The aura emanating from the longsword shadow was like a plane shattering and collapsing; even Transcendents would blanch at its power.

“What is this?!!!!!”

A shock beyond control flashed in the eyes of the crest-headed Naga.

Could it be that very human he considered nothing more than an ant?

Then,

Puchi~ In the center of the area overwhelmed by the Naga, a dazzling brilliance burst forth, and the Sword Qi tore through heaven and earth.

Annihilation of all things.

The Naga that had just swarmed were like melted snow in the face of the indescribable, terrifying Sword Qi, reduced to fragments.

Within twenty blades’ length, not a single blade of grass remained.

Under the gaze of all the Nagas, a figure, armor shattered, his body covered in knife scars, and even an arrow piercing through his chest, appeared in front of everyone.

But unlike the near-death state he was in before, right now an indescribably formidable power was emanating from his body.

The sword qi, sharp as daggers, swept across, and even solid, thick shields would instantly be ground into dust under its might.

What was even more eye-catching was that the Cross Longsword in his hand was slightly glowing, its form identical to the massive shadow of the Cross Longsword towering three hundred blades tall in the sky.

The human, at this moment, was still closing his eyes.

From afar, the crested Naga’s face revealed an undeniable greed upon witnessing this.

That Longsword, it must be an exceptional weapon, at the very least a piece of Legendary Equipment, and perhaps even– a Divine Artifact.

With this thought, his heart began to pound violently.

“Kill him and seize the Longsword in his hands!”

Just a Low-level human after all; he must have only temporarily triggered the weapon; there’s no way he could truly wield an item of such a high level!!

Thus, this Longsword could only belong to him!

The Naga language echoed through the heavens and the earth; the Nagas who had been in awe moments ago once again surged with murderous intent, their low roars emanating from their throats as they all charged forward together.

But just as the group of Nagas approached within twenty blades’ reach of Anthony, those tightly shut eyes suddenly burst open at that moment.

Light rocketed to the skies.

The image of the Fearless Holy Sword was in his pupils, and where his gaze traveled, it seemed as if space itself was shattering.

And then,

The grand shadow of the three-hundred-blade-long Holy Sword in the cosmos suddenly plunged down towards Anthony.

Zzzt~

As if the sky had collapsed and the earth had sunken, boundless sword qi was distorting the space at that moment.

But when the shadow of the Holy Sword stabbed down, it didn’t harm Anthony at all; instead, like melting snow, it instantly dissolved into a terrifying force and entered his body.

The aura surrounding Anthony steadily ascended.

But this,

Was just the beginning.

When the last light of the Holy Sword’s shadow melted into his body, Anthony began to slightly squint his eyes.

His look was sharp as a blade’s edge.

Staring at the Four-Armed Nagas still rushing forward heedlessly, he straightaway lifted the Fearless Holy Sword in his right hand.

At this moment, the energy within Anthony’s body burst forth like a volcanic eruption, and the very shadow of the Holy Sword he had devoured re-emerged, centering on the Cross Longsword in his hand,

And in the blink of an eye, a three-hundred-blade-long shadow coalesced, with its massive blade pointing outward, and Anthony stood at the very hilt of this Longsword.

The sword qi at this moment overshadowed the heavens and the earth, all stars seemed prostrate at its feet.

The surrounding Nagas’ complexions instantly changed upon seeing this terrifying scene.

But before anyone could react, Anthony’s right hand swung the Fearless Holy Sword.

And then,

There it swept across the ground–the Holy Sword’s shadow, three hundred blades long, thirty blades wide, and twenty blades tall, formed entirely from the sword qi that Tore Space.

It was like a scene from the myths when the War God descended.

Even the most battle-hardened bards would be dumbfounded by such a spectacle.

Seemingly divine,

Anthony’s swinging Longsword was like a stick sweeping ants off the ground; three-blade-tall Nagas appearing as fragile as eggs beneath the shadow of the Holy Sword.

Thud~

Zzzt~

Blood, limbs, grass, and stones.

Wherever the Longsword swept, everything shattered.

The ground collapsed, vegetation flattened, and rocks turned to dust.

The dense positions of the Nagas, upon encountering the Holy Sword’s shadow burst apart into blood mist under the fearsome sword qi.

It was not sharpness that killed the enemy, but rather an indescribable, unspeakable terror brought by the sword qi.

The sword qi shadow in Anthony’s hand was like a galaxy, with this peerless and invincible object traversing the heavens now in his grasp.

With the heavenly Holy Sword in his palm, he swung and extinguished the stars.

Everything around turned to ash, and when Anthony turned for the first time, everything within a radius of three hundred blades around him had been leveled to the ground.

Boulders, shrubs, the earth… shattered and collapsed.

And those thousands of Nagas had now become nothing but a cloud of blood mist.

When Anthony ceased his hand, the scene fell into a deathly silence; their own breathing was the only sound at that moment.

The remaining Nagas’ eyes widened, fixated on the scene, their faces filled with indescribable shock and incredulity.

How could this be possible??!!!

Thousands of mighty Nagas, all slain by a single sword stroke?!!

Had the human been possessed by a deity??

At the heart of countless gazes, Anthony suddenly seemed to sense something, whirling his head around sharply to see the crested Naga hundreds of blades distant.

Their eyes met.

His eyes, swirling with sword qi, were now icy cold.

The crested Naga felt a piercing chill invading his mind, making his scalp tingle.

Then, a phrase from the other caused a cold shiver to run from his back straight to his skull.

“I am the successor of the Heart of Fearlessness; today, by your head, I offer a Blood Sacrifice for my three hundred Dawn Warriors.”

With those words ended,

The three-hundred-blade-long shadow impossibly thrust forth from the void.

As it passed, the world dimmed, and mountains nearly crumbled.

Everywhere the sword shadow traveled, there was nothingness.