Chapter 711: Chapter 450: Everything is Under Control_3
A high-ranking military official struggled to their feet from the ground and asked in disarray.
“I don’t know, it might be…”
Before the aide could finish, footsteps echoed from the dark depths of the passage ahead.
“Everyone be quiet! Something’s not right!”
The general whispered harshly.
Everyone immediately fell silent.
The footsteps grew closer and closer, and the general made a gesture. The soldiers behind him raised their flintlock guns, aiming into the darkness ahead.
“I remember there should be units from the Second Legion ahead of us. Why would they be coming back? And without speaking…”
A man with the rank of major on his shoulder murmured softly.
The general hissed quietly.
The major immediately saluted and dared not speak further.
Soon, under the light of the kerosene lamps and torches on the wall, a group of a dozen people slowly came into view.
There were men and women, and even a dairy cow was following them, making the sight quite eerie. At the front was a woman in a black and purple gown, she was quite beautiful, and her pale purple eyes were calmly gazing at General Maiersa.
“Are you Transcendents from the Imperial Army?”
General Maiersa asked in a deep voice.
He did not ask about the situation of the Second Legion, for without asking, he knew that they were most likely already dead.
“Officers of the Anlong United Kingdom, we have been waiting here for a long time… Allow me, Floey, on behalf of Mr. Jack, to escort you on your way,”
The woman in the black dress said in an ethereal voice.
She had a faint smile on her face, and she bowed slightly towards the general and his party.
“They are Transcendents under Officer Jack!”
Seven or eight Transcendent officers stepped forward behind General Maiersa.
“General, please, fall back! We’ll cover your retreat!”
General Maiersa decided quickly and started to run.
At the same time, he commanded the soldiers to open fire.
A volley of gunshots exploded in their ears, with countless flashes and trajectories flying through the underground passage.
However, the high-ranking military officials glanced back and saw two men wearing bowler hats raise their hands, and the shadows behind the strange group of men and women surged forward like a tide, extinguishing the torches and kerosene lamps…
Darkness enveloped everything, swallowing everything, including the bullets.
All the high-ranking military officials tensed, knowing full well that ordinary firearms couldn’t even harm a hair on their adversaries.
Screams followed, from the Transcendents trained by the Royal Family, sent to protect the high-ranking officers. They were not weak, having reached Mid Sequence levels, but unexpectedly, they couldn’t hold out for even half a minute against this foe.
They had already opened up some distance. If only they could return to the surface, there were several alternative escape routes available.
“General! The signal officer has sent an urgent message!”
The aide, holding a walkie-talkie, suddenly turned pale.
“A large number of Undead Foreigners from the Tresor Empire have surrounded the entrance to the underground passage, and they are even charging towards us!”
General Maiersa clenched his fist and shouted angrily.
“We’ve got five legions of troops, thousands of guns – can we really be blocked by those damned foreigners?!”
“But… but there are thousands of those Undead Foreigners too, and they are all… all Transcendents!”
The aide reported, his face as white as a sheet.
General Maiersa felt darkness swooping in before his eyes, nearly losing his footing.
“How… How could there be so many Transcendents gathered in Hercules?”
A sense of despair suddenly overcame him.
How are we to fight such a battle?! Damn the United Kingdom! Damn those pig-headed politicians! They provoked the Tresor Empire, but left us soldiers to bear the brunt. Better to just surrender!
What glory and face, to hell with it!
Far away on the “Ruins Platform” atop the high walls of the Bridgehead Fortress, in the pouring rain and a hazy view, a gentleman in a black hat sat atop a broken stone stump, his Silver Staff quietly resting beside his leg.
The Gentleman slowly poured Sin Blood over the wooden plank in his hand, chuckled softly, looked up at the rain, and muttered to himself,
“Everything is under control…”