Free Web NovelChapter 270: Chapter270-The Coming Storm
[At the same time this World Announcement rang out, the NPCs of every main city also received the news. Almost instantly, they mobilized the legions of their respective main cities.]
Even soldiers who had clearly retired due to injuries or old age voluntarily rushed to nearby enlistment stations and chose to return to the army.
For a time, scenes of these retired veterans being recruited once again could be seen in main cities all across Zone 5.
"I, Laciel, have lived for more than seventy years precisely so I could protect the human race on this day."
"I, Bask, will not fall behind either."
"Tell me, how many of the myriad races are there? No matter how many there are, I will kill them all."
"Fight, fight, fight! We will continue fighting for the human race!"
Because many of them were already too old or too injured to continue serving, many people tried to persuade them to go back. However, those veterans had no intention of retreating at all.
They had to step onto the battlefield personally, take up their old weapons, and suppress the Invasion of the Myriad Races.
At the same time, Valhalla flashed.
John’s figure appeared inside Valhalla.
The moment he emerged, he saw Leon, the previous Lord of Valhalla.
Leon had already changed into a suit of pitch-black battle armor. His white hair danced in the air as he said calmly, "Leave this place to me. Go fight on your battlefield without worry. I will not allow anyone to take even half a step out of Valhalla."
John nodded. He was just about to say something when, in the next instant—
White light flashed behind him again.
Holly’s figure actually appeared inside Valhalla.
She was still chewing on a piece of bread. When she saw John and Leon, she hurriedly swallowed it down.
Leon looked completely confused.
"And this is?"
Although he did not recognize Holly, he could sense an extremely unfamiliar aura from the outside world on this young woman. His expression immediately became wary.
John was also somewhat shocked. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
He was curious as to why Holly, an outsider, would appear in their game world.
After swallowing the bread, Holly slowly drew the long sword from the sword case on her back and said with a solemn expression,
"I am Holly, disciple of Skittershade, Valhalla Number Three! I have answered the summons and come to this world to assist the human race in defending against foreign enemies!"
When the barrier of the abyssal plane was torn open, the announcement had already been ringing for forty-seven seconds.
The crack looked like an old piece of cloth that had been ripped open from the center. Its edges surged with dark-purple patterns, slowly pulsing above the Zone 5 Apocalypse Continent.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, the wind seemed to have its throat gripped, not daring to move.
Hark stepped out from within the crack.
He had a head of white hair, and the demon cores embedded in his eye sockets were still glowing.
He carried the sulfurous aura of the abyssal plane. The moment he stood there, the shattered stones beneath his feet leapt upward one after another, only to be crushed into dust.
Demon King Council.
Lion Squad Leader.
Hark.
Hark had also heard the announcement that had just sounded.
The Invasion of the Myriad Races?
He repeated the phrase silently in his heart.
This operation by the Demon King Council had only one target.
John.
The John who had killed Divine_River and repeatedly ruined their plans.
Hark had personally issued a military pledge.
The prey had to be killed by his own hands. There was no room for negotiation.
And now, the myriad races had arrived.
The myriad races had also come to kill the human race, and John was the Lord of Valhalla of the human race.
"You want to steal my prey?"
Hark’s voice was very soft.
The two deputies behind him simultaneously took a step back.
It was at that moment that a figure swept past.
Very fast.
Hark’s gaze followed that figure and nailed onto it. It took him only a fraction of a second to lock onto the other party.
A woman.
She was still chewing something, her cheeks puffing up slightly before sinking back down.
On her back was a sword case.
That sword case.
Hark’s expression changed abruptly.
The sword case was three feet and six inches long. Its surface was carved with dark-golden patterns shaped like a bolt of lightning.
How could he possibly not recognize it?
He had personally taken it out from the abyssal treasury and bestowed it upon Divine_River.
After Divine_River died at John’s hands, the sword case had vanished as well.
And now, it had appeared on the back of a strange woman.
Hark threw a Detection spell at her, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
Level 1.
This woman carrying Divine_River’s sword case was only Level 1.
Hark’s vigilance instantly rose to its highest point.
For a Level 1 person to appear on a battlefield of this level was already the greatest absurdity in itself.
He stared at her.
She was also staring at him.
The light of Detection flashed through her eyes.
[Hark]
[Divine Class Bonus]: Abyssal Will · Seventh Favor — Leo Sequence
[Class]: Abyssal Commander
[Title]: Third-Class Lord of the Demon King Council
[Talents]: Lionheart Tyrant Body, Bloodrage Burning, Abyssal Kin Summoning, Soul-Devouring Consumption, Unyielding Will
Holly swallowed the last bite of bread and wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand.
"I am Holly, disciple of Skittershade, Valhalla Number Three! I have answered the summons and come to this world to assist the human race in defending against foreign enemies."
Every word landed with force.
The sword case on her back trembled slightly.
After hearing this, Hark froze for a moment.
He rapidly searched through the intelligence network in his mind.
Disciple of Skittershade.
Valhalla.
Holly.
The result was nothing.
"Never heard of you."
Hark said, his tone calm.
Holly’s eyebrows rose.
Ever since she was young, wherever she went, as long as she announced her name, the other party’s reaction would either be fear or respect.
Never heard of her?
This was the first time.
"You’ve actually never heard of my name?"
Holly’s tone rose by half a pitch.
"Looks like you’re nothing more than a nobody yourself."
That sentence stabbed into Hark’s line of patience like a needle.
How long had he lived?
He had slaughtered his way from the bottom of the abyss all the way to the position of Lion Squad Leader. Even if the souls that had died under his hands did not number one hundred thousand, they were at least eighty thousand.
And now, a Level 1 beginner stood before him, speaking to him in such a tone.
Hark’s aura erupted in an instant.
The presence of a Level 500 existence.
Pure level suppression.
The ground within a hundred-yard radius suddenly sank by an inch. The air was compressed until it released a sharp explosive screech.
Behind him, several talent lights flashed one after another!
Lionheart Tyrant Body activated. His body expanded wildly, his muscles swelling until his armor creaked.
Bloodrage Burning caused dark-red light to seep from beneath his skin, like magma surging through his veins.
The mark of Abyssal Kin Summoning appeared on his forehead, and invisible demon claws reached out from the void.
His physique was so terrifying that any low-level player who approached within ten steps would be crushed into pieces.
Any random skill from his skill bar was enough to destroy a small city.
He pressed all of this toward the same person.
That Level 1 woman.
"Say that again."
Hark’s voice ground out from deep within his throat.
Holly raised her hand slightly.
Hark’s attack abruptly froze in midair.
The fist wind had already reached her first, blowing Holly’s stray hair straight backward, yet her body did not move at all.
"Wait," Holly said.
"Wait for what?"
Hark asked through gritted teeth.
He discovered that he had actually stopped, and this dealt a massive blow to his pride.
Holly did not answer.
She took a small bottle from her waist. The bottle was transparent, and the liquid inside glowed with a faint light.
She pulled out the stopper, tilted her head back, and poured the potion into her mouth before swallowing it with a gulp.
Then she smacked her lips and frowned slightly, probably thinking that the taste was not very good.
