High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 658: Chapter 441: Silver Token, Saint Race, Mixed Blood

A thousand years ago, a human Great Sage emerged in the world, slaying a flood dragon in Shenjiang.

A thousand years later, the God of the Military Department, Su Mu, rose from obscurity, slaughtering saints in Shenjiang.

Amidst the turmoil caused by the battle in Shenjiang a thousand years later, waves of shock spread across Huaxia and even Western countries, yet Shenjiang Bay remains under strict military blockade, more stringent than ever.

On the sea, battleships are as numerous as clouds, with countless soldiers perpetually searching for Su Mu’s whereabouts day and night.

"Is there any result from the examination of the silver token retrieved yesterday?"

"It’s still under examination."

"Hmm?" The eyes of the old man from the Military Department, covered in bloodshot, showed a hint of doubt.

"The blood activity extracted from the token is too strong. Several testing instruments have been destroyed. The testing experts are astonished, saying this simply isn’t human blood... Unsurprisingly, only Su Mu General Star could possess such terrifying blood."

The old man from the Military Department nodded lightly upon hearing this, finally receiving some good news.

"Marshal Zhu, the search scope has now expanded from the target sea area to a surrounding three-hundred-mile radius, with the search depth reaching ten thousand meters..."

"But we still haven’t been able to locate Su Mu General Star’s whereabouts yet..."

"Then continue to expand, continue to delve deeper, at all costs!"

"Marshal Zhu, the current search depth has reached the deep-sea chasm, going deeper will be more difficult..."

The old man’s face darkened, turning to glance at the reporting general, "Is your brain muddled? Do you think it’s more difficult for the Military Department to train a warrior capable of reversing and slaying a Martial Saint... or to search deep into the sea chasm?"

Upon hearing this, the reporting general trembled all over, then resolutely declared, "Marshal Zhu, I understand."

After speaking, he thought for a moment.

"Should we mobilize the General Star team for the search, or maybe we can set this search as a meritorious bounty task, thus encouraging more active search..."

"Moreover, with the addition of the General Star team, the progress of the ten-thousand-meter chasm search will be greatly accelerated."

The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly, he shook his head.

"No need."

"Regarding Su Mu’s disappearance, try to keep it under wraps for as long as possible... don’t let the news spread to Su Mu’s family and friends, just say he is on a special mission and needs to keep his whereabouts secret... "

"Treat them with the highest honors of the Military Department... lastly, let’s wait until Su Mu returns before making any decisions."

"Yes!"

After completing the report, this general did not leave, and the old man from the Military Department guessed a few things in his heart, "Speak, what’s the matter?"

"Marshal Zhu, this is from two other Marshals, they asked me to pass it on to you, please take a look yourself."

"Alright, I understand."

Marshal Zhu received a special communication token, glanced over the information contained within, and his gaze fell onto the dim Heaven-Supporting Jade Pillar on the sea surface.

A masterless object, especially one like the Martial Saint Tower, which can allow a Martial Artist to reach the peak of the Saint Realm, is bound to attract covetous eyes.

Although the Military Department currently seems prestigious, its situation is actually quite delicate; once news of Su Mu’s disappearance is fully spread, and Su Mu has yet to return.

Not to mention Western countries, even half of the other six top powers within the country may start plotting.

Marshal Zhu was fully aware of this logic, but this Heaven-Supporting Jade Pillar was won by Su Mu reversing and slaying the Martial Saint of the present age, and its ownership rights should be decided by Su Mu himself.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he only wishes for this supreme artifact to be personally wielded by Su Mu himself, which is the unanimous thought of the generals of the Five Major War Zones.

On that day, Su Mu was unafraid of the God of the Human World, and his unrivaled prowess in reversing and slaughtering the Martial Saint completely convinced everyone present, including the old man from the Military Department, the high-ranking officials of the Five Major War Zones, and all the soldiers.

The God of the Military Department is not just a slogan!

But the aspiration of everyone, the direction of all hearts!

However, the old man is also aware of the Military Department’s considerations from a broader perspective, and the Military Department is not at fault, the old man’s gaze became more profound as he looked towards the distant sea area, his eyes filled with strong expectations.

"The dawn awaited by the Military Department for over three hundred years... It will not just extinguish like this..."

"It won’t!"

...

Red earth stretches for a thousand miles, under the hanging blood moon.

Amidst the desert, a caravan hunting barbaric beasts waited for the wind and sand to lessen before heading towards the nearest Gader City, encountering bones strewn everywhere along the way.

Before the outbreak of war, there was merry-making within the city, while outside, the starved dead lay in abundance, a common sight.

The bones of the dead mostly turned into mere white bones, without even a trace of crimson lines belonging to the Saint Race.

These lowly mixed bloods with some human lineage mostly fled the city in search of so-called freedom, and a significant number were expelled from the city, these mixed bloods died, and their deaths wouldn’t stir any emotions among the city’s bigwigs, let alone evoke any pity.

Mixed bloods are nothing more than lowly ants—this is a deeply ingrained belief within the Saint Race, firmly rooted for over a thousand years, becoming a part of the Saint Race’s bloodline.

"Hey, there’s a Hybrid that’s still barely breathing. Coincidentally, at the East of the City, a member of the distant Ray Family’s Beast Fighting Arena just lost a batch of Hybrids; they need replacements..."

"Those noblemen love watching these frail-bodied Hybrids being torn apart by Barbaric Beasts, bringing this one back to the city could earn us dozens of Spirit Stones. Bring him along."

"Yes."

Two people with ghostly blue skin picked up a frail, ghostly blue-spotted person lying on the roadside, put him onto a carriage, gave him a bit of water, shackled him, and locked him in an iron cage.

The caravan continued on towards Gader City.

During the journey, a little girl of about seven or eight years old sneaked into the carriage, "Are you awake...? Do you want something to eat? Here, take these."

The frail person stared blankly through the cage at the little girl as she handed over a few baked cakes and a water pouch.

"Xiaoluo, Xiaoluo, where have you run off to?"

"Papa, I’m coming now."

The little girl’s face showed deep conflict, and finally with a deep sense of apology, she turned and left, "Sorry, I... I can’t save you, you should eat quickly."

"I hope you can survive..."

After the little girl left, the person in the cage repeated the two syllables "Xiaoluo", he seemingly did not speak the language of the Saint Race, yet, anyone else present would have surely been shocked.

Because the first time, the person in the cage seemed to babble like a child learning to speak, but the second time, he suddenly improved to a standard pronunciation, such a terrifying learning speed is truly terrifying.

In the darkness, the person in the cage first took a big gulp of water, then grabbed the baked cakes and ravenously tore into them.

At sunrise, the outline of a city appeared on the horizon, with buildings that were rugged, adorned with numerous Barbaric Beast skull patterns, giving the entire city an ancient feeling as if walking out from a millennium ago.

At this moment, many caravans were already lined up outside the city, forming a long line.

An hour later, the City Guard inspected the caravan, received a sum of Spirit Stones, and allowed entry, "You may go in."

The caravan quickly reached an area outside a building resembling the Ancient Roman Colosseum at the East of the city, where one of the men in the caravan couldn’t help but marvel at the massive structure.

"It truly befits the grandeur of the Beast Fighting Arena opened by the noble Ray Family!"

Immediately, someone nearby was shushed into silence.

"Shh, how dare you discuss the noble Ray Family, don’t drag us into your death wish."

Soon, a portly, manager-like person arrived outside the Beast Fighting Arena, his skin spotted with a slight red hue made him stand out amongst the crowd of ghostly blue-skinned people.

The leader of the caravan was now fawning, bowing and scraping as he displayed the captured Barbaric Beasts to the manager.

At the opportunity, the little girl snuck into the carriage again, "Here are some more cakes, you have to do your best to survive."

Just as the little girl was about to leave quickly.

A raspy voice suddenly came from behind, "Xiaoluo... thank you."

The little girl shivered all over; the last two syllables were in a language she didn’t understand, but she understood the first part as him calling her name, so she turned abruptly, only to find her father and the manager arriving, and she was quickly pulled away by someone.

"Sir, look, here’s a fine Hybrid."

"We happen to be short of Hybrids tomorrow, so I won’t inspect them one by one, let’s just consider this batch as qualified; these Hybrids, along with the few carts of Barbaric Beasts behind, will all be part of this contribution, counting as three hundred and fifty-three Low-grade Spirit Stones, rounding down to three hundred Spirit Stones, I will have someone settle Spirit Stones with you."

"Sir, we had agreed upon something last time, what you’re doing is not quite..."

"Hmm?"

On hearing this, the leader of the caravan looked troubled, but upon seeing the manager’s unfriendly gaze, he immediately forced a smile and replied agreeably.

"Do as the esteemed sir wishes, what are you still standing around for? Quickly get these Barbaric Beasts and the Hybrid in for the sir."

Soon, both the Barbaric Beasts and the person in the iron cage were rudely transported into the Beast Fighting Arena.

Inside the dim dungeon.

The arrival of such a frail Hybrid instantly filled the dungeon with wild, unrestrained laughter.

"Hehe, unlucky fellow."

"Coming in here with us, seems like you’re heading to the arena tomorrow too, I bet this guy won’t last past tomorrow."

"Look at his half-dead state, won’t last past tomorrow? I bet he’ll be the first to die tomorrow, torn apart by those hungry-for-half-a-month Barbaric Beasts."

"I hope more unlucky ones like him come to fill the stomachs of those Barbaric Beasts, then my chances of survival will be higher, haha."

In the darkness, the mocked frail person remained silent. He reached to touch the baked cakes hidden in his arms, as waves of pain throbbed in his head, disjointed images inexplicably appeared before his eyes once again.

His eyes faintly flickered with brilliance, and then he attempted to mimic the combat scenes flashed in the images within the pitch-black darkness.

"So familiar..."

"But the person in the images isn’t me... Why does it feel so familiar?"

"Who is he?"