Apocalypse Gachapon - C.869: Situation isn’t good

Neal looked at the warriors surge forwards with a serious expression.

The elders of the race stood there. They looked at the Imperial City, which had suddenly become busy, and they were worried.

“King, are we… Really going to do this?”

An elder with a high status couldn’t help but ask Neal.

“We are betting with the entire future of the race, even their lives. King, if we lose…”

“Then we will leave!”

Neal interrupted the elder’s words.

“King Black Pillar and King Simu have left. Hong Xiang is on Ye Zhongming’s side. How many are left in the city?”

Neal obviously didn’t want them to reply. There were only a few kings, and they could count them by hand.

“Four are left. How many king-level people does Saint Light Hall have?” Neal gave a self-mocking laugh, “Right, only those who reach level eight have power. Based on what I know, apart from the saintess and the Saint Father, their three army commanders and deputies are all level eight. That means nine of them. Even if not all of them came, at least five will. There are also several level seven experts. Do you think we can defend the Imperial City?”

The elders were silent. Although they knew that the Saint Light Hall was strong, the fact that the Imperial City had never fallen gave them some hope.

But when they heard Neal’s words, their hearts sank.

Right, the Imperial City could stand because the Posthumous people used all their might to defend him. Although they suffered heavy losses, they never failed.

But this time, half of the kings would leave, so how would they defend themselves? If their experts charged onto the walls, they wouldn’t have enough power to defend. Wouldn’t the Imperial City get broken through?

“But, shouldn’t we unify the remaining people?”

“Stupid!”

Neal stopped this person, “Unify the remaining people? We know we are going to lose, and we still stay here to die? And then our whole race gets wiped?”

The others stopped speaking. They could fight for the Posthumous people, but others might not. When the other king races didn’t play their part and chose to leave, their hearts would waver, too.

Moreover, Ye Zhongming’s arrival, Hong Xiang’s persistance had turned the situation out of control.

After Hong Xiang and Ye Zhongming entered the city, they didn’t meet Flame Dove immediately. They met King Neal, who had a past with Ye Zhongming. Moreover, he tried to pull Neal to his side.

“Stop the Flame Dove Tribe warriors in the city, and don’t let there be any conflicts!” Neal gave the order.

“King, if they…”

“Then let’s see which of our tribes are stronger!”

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Three people were panting in the tent.

Ye Zhongming used the final few Silver Box model 2 bombs to sneak attack and used Staff of Nature to block the recoil. He then pulled out his weapon and attacked together with Hong Xiang.

After a few rounds of attacks, there was silence.

Ye Zhongming and Hong Xiang felt that it was a waste.

They sneak attacked with Earth weapons that Flame Dove didn’t recognize. Ye Zhongming didn’t think it would kill the level eight evolved. The combined attacks of Hong Xiang and him were the true killing move.

But Flame Dove was far stronger than they thought. Their attacks only lasted for 20 seconds before Flame Dove broke the situation!

Flame Dove touched the wound on his face and smiled sinisterly. Rage rose in his heart!

They… They actually wanted to kill him!

Who gave them the courage?

It had been a few years since he faced such a life-and-death situation.

As long as the demon monster wasn’t level eight, he wouldn’t need to participate. But would Posthumous people hunt those demon monsters whose bodies were as tough as steel? No, as it wasn’t worth it.

So it had been a long time since Flame Dove had to fight, and he rarely faced any dangerous situations.

But just now, he felt as if the god of death had brushed past him.

Rage rose in his heart, but his emotions calmed slightly. This was the mental strength that an expert needed.

The black flames around his body burnt brightly and wrapped him in it.

“Fissure Battle Technique!”

Flame Dove used his secret technique.

“Be careful; this technique would activate fissure flames that would absorb our strength!”

Hong Xiang reminded him. Both of them had tasted its strength previously, but things would be different now.

“Hong Xiang, I didn’t want to kill you, but you asked for it!”

Flame Dove charged at Hong Xiang. He raised his right hand to punch.

“My turn to attack!”

Hong Xiang and Ye Zhongming’s expressions changed.

Too quick. Or, more accurately, that fist was similar to Space Stack. It was as if that fist had disappeared, and it was before him when it reappeared.

“Black Soil Armor!”

An exquisite black armor appeared on Hong Xiang’s body. This was one of the Earth Elf’s abilities.

Flame Dove’s fist hit Hong Xiang’s shoulder.

At the same time, Ye Zhongming’s Sand Dance arrived above Flame Dove’s head.

A crisp sound spread. The Black Soil armor broke and disappeared. Ye Zhongming’s green armor that he crafted for Hong Xiang started to crack, and the green glow on it dimmed.

The level eight Hong Xiang flew backwards, and blood spurted from his mouth.

The gap between Flame Dove and himself was huge.

“Fissure Power!”

Flame Dove was excited from that fist. He comprehended some space powers, and they complemented his battle technique. The strength of this technique satisfied him.

“I am one step from level nine. The two of you overestimate yourself!”

Flame Dove didn’t even turn his head. His fist appeared beside his ear and touched Sand Dance.

Ye Zhongming took a few steps back. Flame Dove used this strength to attack Hong Xiang, who had fallen to the ground.

He wanted to finish one first!

Ye Zhongming pushed with his legs. He held his blade with two hands and used Thousand Seal Slash. At the same time, Earth Elf gave Hong Xiang another Black Soil Armor.

Flame Dove’s strength exceeded their expectations. Ye Zhongming could only use this way to save Hong Xiang.

But he knew that the situation was bad.