Chapter 329: The Final Retreat, Chen Xiang, the “Xiang” of Incense and Flames
Daguizhou.
The blazing sun sank into the mountains, casting a bl**d-red hue over the land.
The eight hundred Tiger Cavalry soldiers charged fiercely, and the ground was littered with corpses.
Watching the tireless eight hundred sets of Bronze Armor, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
A group of fallen heroes, an old soldier nearing the end of his life, and a fledgling Tù Huǔ.
What allowed them to persist now? What gave them the resolve not to retreat even half a step?
“Puff!”
Pulling out the half-broken long sword shard embedded in his chest, Nalan Ziren felt as if a fierce fire was burning in his chest.
In the heat of battle, he had lost count of how many times he had been gravely injured.
If it weren’t for the protection of the Bronze Armor, he would have already turned into a pile of meat paste.
Despite the enhancement provided by the Bronze Armor, the sheer number and strength of the enemies were overwhelming, and he couldn’t see an end in sight.
Thinking about this, Ziyan glanced back at the grand array behind him.
When he was small, his mother would often tell him stories of how the Tiger Cavalry defeated one formidable enemy after another.
Listening to those stories always filled him with passion, and he yearned to fight alongside the uncles and brothers from back then.
At that time, he fantasized about having an exhilarating bloody battle, overcoming the seemingly invincible enemy with his indomitable will.
But now that he truly wore this Bronze Armor, he realized how heavy it was.
The defenses of the Bronze Armor were not as strong as he had imagined.
There would always be enemy attacks penetrating through the defenses, ruthlessly striking him.
These attacks were painful beyond measure, far worse than the pain of a ruler wielded by his beloved parent.
What was even more despairing was that when he wore this Bronze Armor, he could no longer see the road ahead.
All that lay before him was the endless stream of enemies, with no end in sight, and he did not know when he would fall.
Looking back, he saw the comrades fighting bloodily at his side.
There was no retreat for him!
In such despair, how did his mother and the others manage to conquer one powerful enemy after another?
What kind of thoughts gave them the strength to never fall?
“Boom!”
Just as Ziyan was lost in thought, the grand array behind him suddenly erupted in a violent explosion.
Figures quickly shot out from the chaos.
Once the dust settled, everyone finally saw the situation within the formation.
bl**d soaked the ground, countless puppet limbs piled high, and a figure stood quietly atop the mountain of puppets.
He wore a pure white mask, the mask made a smiling face, but there was a tear stain in the corner of his eye.
“Woo!”
A puppet sounded the horn, and hearing that horn, Ziyan couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Because it signaled the Tiger Cavalry’s retreat.
Repulsing the enemy, the eight hundred Tiger Cavalry began to retreat in unison.
The eight hundred sets of Bronze Armor approached the masked figure.
“Remove the armor!”
With a command, the soldiers began to take off the bl**d-soaked armor.
Once the armor was removed, seven hundred ninety-eight phantoms slowly dissipated, and the Tiger Cavalry completed their final orders.
“Ziyan, do you remember me?”
Yang Feng looked at the young man beside him, a smile on his face.
Upon hearing this, Ziyan immediately replied, “I know you, you’re Uncle Yang. My mother often mentions you.”
“Hahaha!”
“Good to remember, you must memorize the names of seven hundred ninety-nine people one by one.”
After saying this, Yang Feng patted Ziyan on the shoulder, then gradually turned into dust.
As he completely disappeared, Yang Feng looked at the masked Chen Changsheng.
Seeing Chen Changsheng, a hint of relief flashed in Yang Feng’s eyes.
Although the Tiger Cavalry had received the retreat order, they had never moved since their establishment.
The only way to stop the Tiger Cavalry was to defeat all enemies.
The retreat horn sounded, echoing through the skies.
Yang Feng knew that the master was personally sending the Tiger Cavalry off.
At the same time, he would not allow the final embers of the Tiger Cavalry to be extinguished in this last battle of the dead.
When Yang Feng vanished completely, a tremor appeared at the corner of Ziyan’s mouth, but he still looked up at the figure atop the “summit.”
Although he couldn’t see his expression, Ziyan could perceive his gaze.
His eyes were so tranquil, like still water.
“Come here.”
Looking at the young man before him, Chen Changsheng waved him over.
Upon hearing this, Ziyan did not hesitate and ran straight to Chen Changsheng.
Struggling to reach Chen Changsheng’s shoulder, Nalan Ziren looked up at him, while Chen Changsheng slightly lowered his head to meet Nalan Ziren’s gaze.
The two, one large and one small, stared at each other.
After a long while, Chen Changsheng spoke up.
“You came out too early. Who released you from storage?”
“My father.”
“Your father is truly a b*stard; it’s not your time to be born yet.”
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng looked towards the distance.
At that moment, his gaze penetrated layers of obstacles and crossed countless distances to reach the Ascension Road above.
“Swish!”
Chen Changsheng’s phantom descended onto the Ascension Road.
Seeing Chen Changsheng appear, Nalan Xingde and Gongsun Huaiyu quickly stood up.
Without a word, Chen Changsheng walked straight up to Nalan Xingde and extended his hand.
Seeing this, Nalan Xingde smiled wryly, “Master, I’m already so old; let’s forget it.”
Facing Nalan Xingde’s words, Chen Changsheng remained unmoved.
Left with no choice, Nalan Xingde had to hand over the ruler to Chen Changsheng.
“Clap! Clap!”
The palms of Gongsun Huaiyu and Nalan Xingde both received strikes from the ruler.
After the beating, Chen Changsheng said, “What a rogue! You suffer hardship yourself, yet you want your descendants to endure it too.”
“Among the previous generation, only you left descendants.”
“He carries not only your bl**d, but also everyone’s hopes; he should not exist in this chaotic world.”
“How many can survive when entering a chaotic world? Do you want me to bury all of our dear ones’ hopes?”
Hearing this, Nalan Xingde chuckled, “I naturally know those entering a chaotic world do not end well.”
“But it’s unreasonable for everyone to be fighting desperately while my son, Nalan Xingde, hides behind enjoying comforts.”
“Nonsense!”
“The hardship of our generation should be resolved by our generation.”
“If we drag the younger generation into this, it is unfair to them.”
After cursing, Chen Changsheng sighed lightly and asked, “How is Thirteen?”
“His condition is pretty good; a few years ago, Meng Yu gave him a son, who is also stored away.”
As he spoke, Nalan Xingde took out a Longevity bl**d Stone.
Looking at the baby within the Longevity bl**d Stone, Chen Changsheng asked, “Does he have a name?”
“Chen Xiang, the ‘Xiang’ of incense and flames.”
