Peace Order

Chapter 1883: Chapter 9: Heroes Contest for Supremacy, Dragons and Serpents Rise

He Ruoqinhu shook his arm, the sound crisp and clear.

He Ruoqinhu said: "These things, though seemingly formidable, cannot block me."

"If I want to kill you, it won’t be more difficult than killing a chicken."

Jiang Gao looked at him, saying: "General He Ruo would not do such a thing."

He Ruoqinhu remained silent, while Jiang Gao sat calmly before him, gesturing for someone to bring wine and meat. He Ruoqinhu stayed silent, but extended his hand to tear off meat to eat, indulging in the drinking with boldness.

Jiang Gao said: "Back when the General and my father were contesting for the empire, he was once trapped in an ambush, locked up tight. General Gao Xiang, hungry for several days, finally caught prey, but couldn’t start a fire lest it attracted the enemy."

"General Gao Xiang felt it was not worth the risk, but my father insisted on lighting a fire to cook the food."

"Before that, General He Ruo was severely wounded. When he awoke and knew of the contention between the two, he said nothing, only using a knife to cut raw meat for consumption, demonstrating reckless boldness."

He Ruoqinhu said: "Your Highness, whatever you wish to say, speak plainly."

Jiang Gao waved his hand. Outside, heavy breathing was heard as twenty Powerful Warriors carried a horse spear inside. They used sticks to lift the horse spear. Ten warriors were on each side, and their appearance showed no deceit.

Their bodies trembled, veins bulging.

Clearly, this weapon was immensely heavy; an ordinary person could not even lift this Divine Weapon, let alone wield it in battle, to compete and fight with equally fierce and valiant heroes.

Only a top-tier Divine General in the world could possibly wield this horse spear in warfare.

This is He Ruoqinhu’s Divine Weapon.

He Ruoqinhu’s eyes briefly gleamed like fire, then quickly tapered.

The twenty Powerful Warriors placed the weapon here, and even here, the Divine Weapon emanated a deadly sharp presence, making one tremble, as if returned to that chaotic wartime battlefield, feeling deeply unsettled.

He Ruoqinhu looked at Jiang Gao, who softly said: "When you were serving under Jiang Yuan as emperor, you failed to dissuade him. Though this was not your fault, abetting his tyranny still leaves an indelible mark of negligence."

He Ruoqinhu, with soul-deadening self-mockery, said:

"Does Your Highness wish to recruit me again?"

Jiang Gao watched him, giving no answer, merely speaking softly:

"I made Empress He Ruo, your sister-in-law, consume the fall-child soup; the bloodline of Yuan’er is cut off. No descendant of the General will bring chaos, nor link back to Yuan’er, preventing catastrophic disasters."

He Ruoqinhu’s expression slightly changed.

Jiang Gao stood and said: "I won’t say anything about dying for the General; what’s done wrong cannot be undone, the dead, the spilled blood—such things will be imprinted in the era, shared blame between you and me."

"Let future generations on the annals of time despise and denounce us."

"Neither you nor I can escape the judgment from history; moreover, General He Ruo, you owe no apology to me, but to my father."

Jiang Gao softly said: "This last battle, can it truly avoid death?"

"If we don’t exhaust the grand spirit of this realm, how do we honor eight centuries of grandeur? If unresolved, how do we face the throes of three hundred years’ chaos, teeming with heroes and turbulent? "

"If not like this, how do we finally break the seeds of warfare and chaos, ensuring peace for the empire? On the battlefield, victory or defeat seems now to be merely balanced; then, inevitably, there will be casualties."

"I, along with the Grandmaster, will assign the most perilous battlefield to you, General He Ruo."

Jiang Gao gazed at He Ruoqinhu, who sat cross-legged, bound by chains.

He Ruoqinhu raised his head; because of his position, and Jiang Gao against the sunlight, He Ruoqinhu couldn’t see Jiang Gao’s face clearly, only noticing the man’s upright back, lacking the gentleness of a scholar but filled with calm determination.

The motion reaching out towards him was too familiar, familiar enough to make He Ruoqinhu feel disoriented, along with the call, the voice, that fierce boldness making the renowned general unable to restrain sorrow and self-reproach, tears running down his face.

Within the Heavenly Prison, the monarch’s calm resolute voice echoed.

"I give you."

"The privilege to die on the battlefield."

He Ruoqinhu cried tears flooding his face.

The chains were shattered by this top five undisputed Divine General worldwide, unsure whether towards Jiang Yuan, or already distantly within his memory, choking as he bowed and said:

"Dare not disobey."

"...Your Majesty!"