“Brother, remember to bring the jade token I gave you during the decisive battle.
If the jade token lights up, take a detour; that means you’ve encountered the Kou Family Army. If it doesn’t light up, fight as you please.”
Fang Xin looked at the message from Kou Tianlin, a mix of laughter and tears.
Every time there was a war, especially when facing the Kou Family Army, Fang Xin felt like he was cheating.
Fang Xin’s gaze then settled on the last few words of Kou Tianlin’s message.
The Eternal Night Army was not a monolithic entity, which was quite normal.
On Fang Xin’s side, the Church was the biggest troublemaker. If not for the Church, the various factions would not have united so unprecedentedly. Everyone was pursuing their own agendas, and no one would charge to the front in a battle.
After all, if they fought too hard and lost all their people, they wouldn't have enough forces after the war to divide the spoils.
The same principle applied to the Eternal Night Army. The Kou Family Army was just one of the various warlord factions within the Eternal Night Army. The different powers still had their own agendas. They came together not for a common belief, but for common interests.
Fang Xin replied with a message, “Understood, Second Brother. How are your preparations for the war?”
“Brother, asking directly? No preamble? At least beat around the bush a little!”
“Second Brother, why are you being so serious with a Strength-based Mangfu like me!”
“You’re right. You should have received the news on your end. Our setup is similar to before, and we haven’t made any critical breakthroughs in developing targeted potions. We originally had an absolute advantage in the number of fierce beasts, so we weren’t afraid of attrition. However, with Bai Mao Zai stirring things up on your side, the Church was forced to bring out a large-scale destructive treasure, so we had to reconsider our strategy. If we can win, we fight; if not, we run.
As for the main army, an old Heavenly King from the last century’s Eternal Night Army has arrived! He is one of the legendary Eight Great Kings of the Eternal Night Army from the last century! That Old Heavenly King and Old Master Wang from your Ninth Division are preparing for a fight.
Anyway, the final outcome is still unclear. Now, both sides are practically showing their cards. The forces facing each other are evenly matched, so when it comes to actual combat, victory will depend on the details.”
Kou Tianlin explained everything in detail to Fang Xin.
Fang Xin looked at the message from Kou Tianlin. If many people were willing to follow Kou Tianlin, Kou Tianlin was truly an exceptional person.
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“Understood, Second Brother!”
“Alright, get some good rest. The upcoming decisive battle will last at least three days! It might even take ten days to half a month to determine the winner. It all depends on who can hold out until the end!”
After a few more words with Kou Tianlin, Fang Xin finally put down his phone.
Fang Xin sat in his chair, rocking back and forth. The people below him were all somewhat solemn. After all, it was unknown who would survive after this decisive battle.
But it must be said, everyone's nerves had been too taut during this period. They all longed for this war to end quickly so they could rest for a while, even if it was just for a brief three months.
Shi Tailang, the little fatty, wanted to eat hotpot again. Bai Yulin and the others somehow got a gag ball and tied it in the little fatty’s mouth, then tied the little fatty to a chair.
Bai Yulin rolled up his sleeves, “If you dare to eat hotpot again, I’ll flick your little pecker, so you can’t carry on your Old Shi family line.”
The little fatty was tied to the chair, showing no sign of anger, and even a little excited.
Fang Xin watched his teammates finding joy amidst their suffering with a chuckle.
In the afternoon, the zhilian device suddenly vibrated. Fang Xin picked it up and saw a mission message pop up.
“Launch a counterattack at 3 AM!”
Fang Xin then opened the mission details. His battalion was to infiltrate from the flank, disguise themselves as enemy soldiers, and assassinate the high-ranking and low-ranking leaders within the Eternal Night Army.
Each battalion had its own targets. As a Battalion Commander, he had to kill three enemy leaders who were Level 8 Warriors or above.
Such a mission was basically not a problem for Fang Xin.
He gathered everyone for dinner and prepared to rest.
Yanzhi’s Sixth Division battalion was assigned to Fang Xin’s side.
Their living quarters were adjacent to Fang Xin’s camp.
Yanzhi slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, and took out a sand table from her spatial ring.
She lit a specially made incense stick, holding it over the sand table. The unburnt end of the incense wrote a few words on the sand table.
“A Level 10 Warrior has been dispatched to help you severely wound Fang Xin.”
Yanzhi revealed a smile, and with the incense stick between her fingers, she wrote “Received” on the sand table.
Then she extinguished the incense and put away the sand table.
Yanzhi stood up, flushed the toilet, and stood before the washbasin, looking at herself in the mirror. Yanzhi raised her hand and lightly brushed her red lips, adding a seductive touch of red. Yanzhi removed her wig, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. She pulled down her collar slightly, revealing her fair and smooth shoulders, and then pulled down the front of her collar further, creating a slit.
Although it was just a simple makeover, the Yanzhi of this moment was like a completely different person from her previous somewhat homebody-like appearance. There was an added allure in her brows, especially in her eyes, an indescribable charm. This enchanting quality seemed innate; every gesture and smile could stir one’s heart. Anyone who saw Yanzhi at this moment would instinctively raise their head slightly in respect.
The faucet was turned on. Yanzhi looked at herself in the mirror. Amidst the rushing water, a few knowing smiles from Yanzhi were mixed in.
“Little Mangfu, watch me charm you to death! I’ll make you crave me so much you can’t stop! You’ll think of me with your eyes open and closed!”
Yanzhi faced the mirror, transforming herself back into the conservative appearance she had before. She pretended to wash her hands, turned off the faucet, and then left the room.
Fang Xin sneezed, mumbling, “That’s strange, why am I always sneezing these past two days? Who’s talking about me!”
He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
In his dream, Fang Xin felt a strange sense of weightlessness. After a long period of weightlessness, Fang Xin’s body suddenly stopped.
Fang Xin looked around and found himself standing on a vast, boundless grassland.
This feeling was very strange. Fang Xin knew he was in a dream, yet he couldn't wake up.
When he realized this, Fang Xin instantly understood: a mental-type warrior had invaded his dream.
Fang Xin looked around. The vast grassland stretched endlessly. Soft white clouds drifted across the clear blue sky. The sun was bright, and in the distance, there seemed to be herds of cattle and sheep. From afar, he could even see a shepherdess riding a horse.
The shepherdess softly sang a melodious song. Although there was a great distance, Fang Xin could still hear it clearly.
He instinctively walked towards her.
But after walking for an unknown amount of time, Fang Xin felt that he and the shepherdess remained at the same unchanging distance.
Fang Xin frowned, wanting to wake himself up, but even punching himself didn't work. He couldn't feel any pain at all. If this continued, he would be permanently trapped in the dream.
Just as Fang Xin was pondering a way to break free from the dream, the distant shepherdess’s song stopped. Immediately after, a cold, disdainful, and mocking female voice came through.
“Great chaos is about to descend. Why is this generation’s King of Slaughter so weak?
So weak, perhaps I should take the position of Head of the Seven Kings?”