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Chapter 444: The Mission Wasn't Dishonored
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 08:36:46 +0000 UTCThe parents of the four tribes were collecting the bodies of their children, tears in their eyes.
In the center of the area, there was a pile of rotten flesh and a number of empty crystal bottles. One could only imagine the suffering that Shen Yi had endured at the hands of these parents while he was still alive.
"Taking this pill will restore his limbs," Lin Qian said as he handed a jade bottle to Xiao Jiang's parents. This pill, obtained from the ruins and transformed by the Heavenly Workshop, was more suitable for Xiao Jiang than the potent potion, which was too strong for him.
Faced with the gratitude of Xiao Jiang's family, Lin Qian waved his hand, signaling them to refrain from excessive courtesy.
He was also curious about how the pill would perform after being modified by the Heavenly Workshop.
The potion was originally from the Huaxia Empire, known for its rapid and effective healing. It was targeted and powerful.
The pill, however, was a product of this world, with a longer-lasting and milder effect. It was useful in a wide range of situations, though its drawback was that its potency could be wasted, requiring the user’s own effort to absorb it.
Both the potion and the pill had their advantages. In the process of national evolution, the Soul Warriors were considering whether to use pills, as suggested by Zhuge Ming and Hua Sheng, which might be better than the potions.
Lin Qian was pleased to see this phenomenon. The Huaxia Empire needed to develop in a multi-faceted way to have a brighter future.
After the four tribes had packed up the bodies of their children, they slowly got up to return to their gathering place. However, they noticed that Lin Qian remained standing in place, unmoved.
"Lord, aren't you coming back with us?" Xiao Jiang, held by his father, asked curiously. Knowing that his limbs would recover, his mood had noticeably improved.
Lin Qian glanced at Xiao Jiang and said, "There is a large army from the Black Horn Country in the distance. I will destroy them before returning to the gathering place. You should return first."
Suddenly, Lin Qian remembered something and produced a metal tracking token from his hand, sticking it on Xiao Jiang’s back. He then instructed Xiao Jiang's father, "After taking the pill, bone and flesh growth will be extremely painful. Keep something in his mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue."
Xiao Jiang's father nodded solemnly, acknowledging the instructions.
However, Xiao Jiang was still puzzled, like a curious child: "Lord, how will you deal with the Black Horn Country's army alone? Do you need our help?"
"A team of thirty thousand in the fifth stage of Void Breaking Realm is no threat. You can return to the gathering place without worrying about this," Lin Qian replied, finding it quite amusing that Xiao Jiang wanted to help. He advised him to hurry back.
"Oh, then be careful, Lord," Xiao Jiang said, shaking his head as a reminder to pay attention to safety.
Lin Qian waved goodbye to the four tribes, and the nearly six hundred-strong group returned to their gathering place, leaving behind only a hundred of the more than three hundred children they had brought.
Watching the sad departure of the four tribes, Lin Qian's gaze turned colder as he turned to face the front.
The scout beasts had made it clear to Lin Qian that a hundred miles ahead, there was a gathering of thirty thousand Black Horn troops, with an overall realm below the fifth stage of Void Breaking. Their soul-armored equipment was much more refined than that of the Qin Dynasty.
This indicated that the Black Horn Country's overall strength was much greater than that of the Qin Dynasty, as the Qin Dynasty did not have dwarves to forge soul equipment for them.
Here, Lin Qian saw how various races lived harmoniously in a capital city, each fulfilling their roles and utilizing their strengths.
In the future, the Huaxia Empire's Fireworks Department could recruit dwarves to enhance the empire's forging capabilities.
Of course, Lin Qian needed the dwarves to willingly pledge allegiance and serve the empire, which was what he wanted to see.
Rustle…
In the ancient spirit woods, the sounds of murmuring voices grew louder as fifty Strong Wings arrived in front of Lin Qian, kneeling on one knee.
Lin Qian gestured forward: "Exterminate them, leave no one alive."
"Yes!" the Strong Wings responded respectfully, then lined up and drew their giant bows.
The Strong Wings advanced, their eyes as sharp as eagles, with their powerful soul force gathered in the giant bows. Arrows of soul power, as thick as an arm, formed continuously on the bows, aiming straight ahead.
The Black Horn army, a hundred miles away, had no idea that their prince had turned into a pile of rotting flesh and that they were now being targeted.
"Fire!"
Lin Qian suddenly shouted, and the Strong Wings released their arrows with overwhelming force. In the blink of an eye, the arrows vanished from sight.
As the soul power arrows soared, they cleared away all obstacles in their path, shredding everything in their way to pieces.
A hundred miles away, the Black Horn army was resting and standing by.
However, within this army, there was an indulgent scene. Clearly, there were women from the Human, Red Horn, Spirit Hoof, and Dwarf tribes, captured for their amusement.
Before arriving at Lin Qian's gathering place, Shen Yi had led this army to annihilate a gathering place, leaving only these women to entertain them.
These women had been tortured beyond recognition, with many having died from the Black Horn's abuse.
"Hahaha, Human women are so refreshing," one of the Black Horn soldiers, who had just finished his fun, came out of a tent and grinned at his comrades outside.
However, he received no response and noticed his comrades staring into the distance.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, following their gaze.
At that moment, he clearly saw a bright light in the distance, which seemed to be growing larger, although he couldn’t tell what it was, only feeling an increasing sense of oppression.
In the next moment, although they couldn’t see what it was, they saw the spirit wood branches and leaves being shredded, and a passing soul beast was turned into minced meat by the impact.
Terrified, the two men turned to flee, but the arrows from the Strong Wings were too fast. By the time they saw them, their fate had already been sealed.
The massive soul power arrows shot by the Strong Wings instantly ended their lives, reducing them to piles of meat.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The enormous soul power arrows from the Strong Wings were beyond the capability of these Void Breaking Realm Black Horn soldiers to withstand. In an instant, the Black Horn soldiers were reduced to minced meat before they could even react.
The women from the four tribes who had been captured were inevitably shot, but for them, it was a form of liberation.
In front of Lin Qian, the Strong Wings turned to kneel and report: "Your Majesty, we have not dishonored our mission!"
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