Chapter 1649: Chapter 196 Lord of the Undead_4
Yan Shi said anxiously, "Prophet, no, we must participate!"
Pu Lin’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he said angrily, "If you still regard me as the Prophet, don’t say any more. Otherwise, you’d be sinners of the Pu Yan tribe."
Pu Lin had always been kind, so his sudden anger left Yan Shi and his brother at a loss, unable to speak for a moment as they looked at each other.
The Pope sighed softly, nodded to Pu Lin, and said, "Prophet, don’t worry. I remember what you said. No matter when, the Pu Yan tribe will always be friends of the church."
Pu Lin smiled with relief and said, "That’s enough. Everyone, continue your discussion. I will go first to dispatch the Tilu warriors to prepare for tomorrow’s battle." Having said that, he chanted a spell, glowed with light, and disappeared before everyone’s eyes. This venerable elder had already sacrificed too much for his people. Everyone present simultaneously bowed deeply towards the spot where Pu Lin had disappeared.
The Pope sighed and looked around at everyone, saying, "Tomorrow, the Pu Yan tribe will lead our main attack. Since the Fire Sprite is immune to magic, we’ll have to trouble the four Sword Saints and the members of the Tian Gang Sword Sect to assist the Pu Yan tribe. Meanwhile, I will instruct Chief Judge Xuan Yuan to lead the Judge of Light and Holy Judges to assist you. Together with the four Red Robe Priests, I will provide support magic and recovery magic as your backup. Chairman Kary, you will lead these two elders skilled in Water Magic to attack with Water Magic. Vila, as a Wind Magician, you don’t need to participate. The others, don’t join this action for now, stay here to await news. You also need to assume the responsibility of defense, leaving no opportunity for the enemy. Alright, everyone, rest early."
Ah Dai, accompanying Xi Wen and others, walked out of the large tent. The night was deep, and due to the perennial fog around the sky of the Death Mountain Range, no starlight shone through. Despite the torches decorating the camp, it still seemed quite dim. Xi Wen patted Ah Dai’s shoulder and said, "The battles ahead will become increasingly difficult, Ah Dai, you are the backbone of the Sword Sect, you must take care of your safety."
Feeling the care from his mentors, Ah Dai’s heart warmed, and he smiled, "I will. You all should also pay attention to safety tomorrow. We don’t know how strong the Fire Sprites are yet, but they were once Divine Weapons, so they won’t be easy to deal with."
Xi Wen said, "You have avenged Owen; your elders are very gratified. I believe Owen’s Heavenly Spirit can finally rest. From the day our Tian Gang Sword Sect was founded, your ancestor taught us to always strive for justice and peace on the continent, even at the cost of our lives. Your uncles are already old. There’s no need for you to worry about us."
Ah Dai hurriedly said, "That can’t be, Master Uncle, you..."
Xi Wen stopped Ah Dai from continuing, sighed lightly, and said, "Let’s leave it to fate. Your uncles won’t die so easily. Remember, tomorrow you must take care of Prophet Pu Lin; he truly is a person to be respected. The Pu Yan tribe cannot do without him! It’s late; we should go rest." With that, he and a few junior brothers returned to their tents.
Watching the silhouettes of Xi Wen and others disappear, Ah Dai felt a wave of melancholy. For the battle tomorrow, he had no assurance at all. Xuan Yue snuggled into Ah Dai’s embrace, a delicate fragrance wafting into his nose, clearing Ah Dai’s mind. Holding his fiancée’s slender body, he murmured, "Yue Yue, we will surely achieve final victory, right?"
Xuan Yue shook her head gently and said, "I don’t know. But no matter where you go, I’ll always follow you. If you die, then I’ll find you in Hell. We’ll never be apart." Her words were spoken plainly, but they shook Ah Dai to his core. He knew well that Xuan Yue was not joking. Fearing to lose her, Ah Dai tightened his arms as if to merge her lithe body into his own.
At dawn, when the sky was just getting light, Prophet Pu Lin had already assembled over two hundred Tilu warriors from the Pu Yan tribe in formation in front of the camp. Clad in thick armor, the Tilu warriors appeared exceptionally calm, a murderous aura enveloping them. These great warriors, devoid of souls, were about to fight for the peace of the continent. The Pope, four Red Robe Priests, members of the Tian Gang Sword Sect, Chairman Kary of the Mage Guild and two elders, four Sword Saints, and finally, Chief Judge Xuan Yuan leading dozens of senior Judges were assembled beside the Tilu warriors.
Prophet Pu Lin showed no expression as he approached the Pope and said to him, "Let’s move out."
The Pope nodded, raised his Divine Wand, and floated up with the four Red Robe Priests in tow, quickly moving towards the direction of the eighth pass of the Death Mountain Range. Moving past the territory of the Undead Fairy Qian Qian, Ah Dai couldn’t help but look around but did not see Qian Qian. Remembering Qian Qian’s previous words, he composed himself, flying to the front of the group with Prophet Pu Lin. Although the Tilu warriors wore heavy armor, their advancing speed was extraordinary, even surpassing the Judges of Light and Holy Judges. Ah Dai was surprised to find that the aura emanating from these Tilu warriors was much stronger than before, especially the few most skilled who seemed to possess strength no less than that of a Sword Saint. It seemed as if in just one night, they had been completely transformed. He wanted to ask Prophet Pu Lin what was going on, but Pu Lin’s face was filled with solemnity and hadn’t spoken a word since their departure, leaving Ah Dai to keep his questions to himself. After all, the enhanced strength of the Tilu warriors could only be advantageous for them.
Swiftly passing through Qian Qian’s domain, everyone crossed a high mountain and arrived in a vast open basin. The place covered a large area, and upon entering, everyone felt a scorching sensation. Ah Dai watched cautiously around and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, be careful, the Undead Fire Demon is adept at ambushes." As soon as the words were out, a massive red beam suddenly appeared behind them, the red light stretching ten zhang long, aimed squarely at the Pope and the four Red Robe Priests. Upon hearing Ah Dai’s words, the Pope was already alert. Simultaneously as the red light appeared, his Divine Wand was raised, producing a massive light shield between him and the four Red Robe Priests. A thunderous crash sounded, and numerous sparks erupted from the golden shield. Ah Dai did not hesitate and pushed his speed to the limit, rushing towards the source of the red beam. From behind a massive rock appeared a towering figure, three meters tall, completely enveloped in black armor with a conspicuous flaming red whip in hand. His eyes gleamed red, seemingly enraged that his ambush had failed. By then, Ah Dai was already at his face, with countless golden strands of light emanating from him, enveloping the Undead Fire Demon. Startled, the Fire Demon did not evade; his long whip transformed into a red curtain of light, meeting the incoming Qi Force threads. The dense sound of clashes echoed, and the overwhelming impact of the Qi Force slammed the Fire Demon into the air. With a resounding crash, the rock he had hidden behind shattered into pieces. Ah Dai was not excited by the retreat of the Fire Demon, as he found that his supposedly unstoppable Qi Force threads could not pierce the Fire Demon’s barrier. The Pope had full confidence in Ah Dai’s strength, immediately coordinating with Prophet Pu Lin to organize a staunch defensive formation to prepare for any changes.
Suddenly, golden light flashed brilliantly as the massive blade of the Sumeru Sword appeared. Ah Dai knew, with the Fire Demons numbering only over a hundred, each one killed meant one less enemy. He was resolved to fully engage in battle against the formidable creature before him. The Fire Demon seemed to greatly fear the Sumeru Sword; it let out a weird cry and turned to escape. Its speed was swift, leaping with power and already climbing ten zhang, while snapping its flaming whip down to try to block Ah Dai’s attack. Ah Dai’s demeanor intensified. He did not leap to pursue, instead releasing the Sumeru Sword to let the energy-laden greatsword hover before him. Holding his hands together in front of his chest, he coldly shouted, "Die!" The Sumeru Sword radiated light so intense that even the Pope, with all his cultivation, couldn’t help but feel momentarily anxious. The immense golden blade flashed and pierced the great body of the Fire Demon with unerring precision, remaining suspended like a mountain in mid-air. Yun Ying exclaimed, "Controlling the sword with Qi." Although several Sword Saints could control with Qi, the energy of the Sumeru Sword was beyond that of an ordinary Energy Sword. For Ah Dai to control such a powerful Energy Sword with such precision required not only unfathomably deep True Qi but also immense spiritual power. Yun Ying realized that this was Ah Dai’s real ability.
