Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

No one knew that just as Gai Jiutian was about to be engulfed, his hair standing on end, he, like a demon god of legend, coldly said a sentence toward the sky:

"I will come back!"

These words, resembled the ultimate declaration of a great villain as he was being repelled, and yet regardless of who it was, one could feel the unparalleled confidence in his voice.

Gai Jiutian's last gaze lingered to the south of Mingbei, that merciless look seemed to hold a hint of longing.

In fact, whether it was "him" or the real Gai Jiutian, they had always been watching each other from the deepest recesses of their hearts, they were existences inherently part of each other, neither able to kill the other.

The path ahead would simply be a matter of who would become the other, nothing more.

William XII, who was in the midst of carnage, suddenly ceased all movement without any reason. A moment before, he had been fighting with brute force, sending Bear King Luli reeling with a punch, yet the next second his fist was frozen just in front of a soldier's vital point.

Saved, saved?

This soldier, still in shock, scrambled backwards, only to see William XII fall to the ground with a strange posture, with a heavy thud.

It's over!

Actually, as soon as the Blood Demon looked up to the sky and uttered that sentence, everyone could no longer sense his presence, the blood fog in the sky had long been cleansed by the Judgement of Light's power.

It was laughable, twenty-three Divine Path Experts had ambushed Blood Demon, only to be casually killed by him—three dead instantly, eleven were so frightened they fled for their lives.

Even more laughable was the fact that out of the eleven who ran, only five survived in the end, whereas the nine who had continued to fight had all lived.

"William XII's body cannot be left behind."

War can drive people to despair, but it can also make them stronger. Fortunately, the still living Tina now had a face of utter determination.

Crying, is pointless!

The light shines because it has darkness to outshine, the Old Dharma King was gone, and without her teacher to care for her, she had to learn to shoulder everything.

"Lady Tina, William XII was the Great General of the Royal Court."

Two generals clad in general's robes entered, one in charge of commanding the local 400,000 soldiers, the other born in the Royal Court of the Sacred Capital.

The speaker was the general from the Royal Court of the Sacred Capital, Benjano.

"Of course, I know that."

"If you plan to take his body back to the Royal Court to be buried in the Protector of the Hero's Tomb, aren't you afraid that he will suddenly rise up along the way and kill every single one of you? Don't forget, even my mentor couldn't eradicate the Blood Demon, who can assure that this is not a ploy he deliberately left behind?"

In short, what Tina wanted to do was to eliminate the problem once and for all.

Skilled in a few Forbidden Techniques, Tina was very aware that in this world, even she had many things that were beyond her understanding, and with the Blood Shadow's nature of near-immortality, leaving William XII's body behind seemed like a certain time bomb.

"Lady Tina, I stand in your shoes and would wish to destroy William XII's body, but if you consider the position of a million soldiers, a Great General who died in battle, if he can't be honored in the Hero's Tomb after his death, aren't you afraid the soldiers will feel disheartened?"

"We will handle this matter."

If Tina was standing from a humane standpoint, feeling that the body should be destroyed to prevent future threats,

Then Benjano was standing from a rational standpoint, a Great General who had dedicated his life to the nation, how could he be treated like this after death?

Looking at how many soldiers were willing to die under William XII's fists, one after the other, it was clear how beloved this Great General of the Royal Court had been while he lived.

"Do as you see fit."

Seeing more and more soldiers gather around, Tina no longer insisted on having her way and left with Tisis, pulling him along. The Old Dharma King had passed away suddenly, and in the days to come, even among the Shamans, a series of troubles would arise.

She was still too young!

In such an unhappy parting, King Hua shook his head. He couldn't be bothered to say more—Shamans were getting too close to the empire, which was not a good thing for the many Druids.

What kind of thing was an empire?

For those Druids who were at least a hundred years old, they had long seen through the ultimate essence of any empire in the world.

In Mingbei, the turmoil stirred up by the Blood Demon Covering Nine Heavens was concluded in an obscure and hasty manner, the chaotic slaughter from three hundred years ago did not recur, but the way to solve the root cause was the same.

Once again, an Old Dharma King was sacrificed.

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At the Northern Border, outside the Northern Great Snow Mountain, Ye Feng personally commanded and tortured the thirty thousand Snow Wolf Riders exhaustively with merciless methods until they died a humiliating death.

Thinking of a frontal confrontation?

How could I accommodate your wishes? Ye Feng deliberately let the armored soldiers shell the Snow Wolf Riders, forcing them to flee back and forth, especially since there were many traps along the path.

In a head-on fight, with Snow Wolf Riders renowned for being able to take on five opponents, in the end, even one-on-one, there were few who had the strength to firmly grip the broadaxes in their hands.

"King, this is what I found there."

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In the chill wind, Ye Feng stood alone at the mountain summit, grief-stricken, his eyes glancing deeper into Mingbei.

A crystal-clear emerald was handed over by Xiao Chuanqi.

Looking at the gem, hexagonal in shape, with longer ends, its elusive and obscure light flickering, as he held it in his hand, Ye Feng could distinctly feel an inexplicable power coursing within it.

"Anything else discovered?"

The place Xiao Chuanqi spoke of was exactly where Gai Jiutian had first fought. Ye Feng just wanted to know one thing.

Who had driven Gai Jiutian into demonic fury?

"No more."

Xiao Chuanqi said, shaking his head.

By this time, he too understood what had happened to that vanished half of the mountain, and the gemstone was precisely found there.

The former First Legion Commander Gai Jiutian, had already left them.

"This is the gemstone of those shamans from Mingbei,"

"A green gemstone. According to Mu Tian's description, there aren't many shamans who can use a green magic wand, at most, just over a hundred."

"Shadow, order someone to find out who has come this way."

Ye Feng's eyes flashed wildly with malice.

No matter which shaman had forced Gai Jiutian to this, he would make them pay with blood for their blood debts. Of course, they might already be dead, but Ye Feng would continue to settle this score.

All of this was far from over!

He had merely collected a bit of interest for now.

If someone said that Ye Feng had painstakingly laid out his plans over several days for revenge against Mingbei, it wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

Otherwise, based on his usual style, it would have been more appropriate to hold this war after the ice and snow melted in spring.

"Yes!"

From beneath the snow, the response of a woman was heard.

"My King, what should we do next?"

Xiao Chuanqi's gaze, together with a hint of eerie blood qi, flashed across his eyes, looking deeper into Mingbei.

Murderous intent!

In this battle, the number of Mingbei barbarians who died at Xiao Chuanqi's sword was no less than a few hundred, but this number was far from satisfying the desire in his heart.

"Withdraw the troops first."

"Don't worry, we and the Mingbei barbarians still have battles to fight, and it won't be lonely at all."

At the foot of the mountain.

Battalion after battalion of Northern Border soldiers were retreating in an orderly manner.

This battle could be called a great and special victory. With the sacrifice of less than ten thousand men, they had taken the lives of more than a hundred thousand Mingbei barbarians. Such battle achievements were unprecedented.

And certainly second to none!

In the Royal Palace of Petersburg, Mingbei Holy Capital, as the Northern Border soldiers retreated one after another, King Peter XVI was also discussing important matters with his Prime Minister Richard.

"Your Majesty, it seems that there's some discontent with the shamans at the Royal Court,"

The old man with a receding hairline, Prime Minister Richard, after a thorough review, his expression became grave.

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Richard simply wanted to understand the king's stance.

"Richard, what do you think? Who is more loyal? An organization that has grown numerous followers on its own territory and pretends to cooperate with me, or the Royal Court that is in my hands?"

King Peter XVI looked at the Prime Minister with interest.

He knew very well that the Prime Minister's son was now a mage-level figure among the shamans.

"Why should Your Majesty ask me?"

Richard kept his head low, silently.

The majesty of the king was untouchable. This bearded Mingbei king always seemed amiable on the surface, but when it came to killing, he was cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Very good."

"There used to be a man who'd occasionally come to see me. Regardless of whether I did something good or bad, he'd say nothing, making me anxious all day long. Yet I couldn't kill him. Now it's fine, that old thing has finally died."

King Peter XVI laughed unrestrainedly.

Now, he no longer had to worry about his laughter being heard by that old man, he no longer had to guess what the old man was up to, and he no longer had to fear that he might not wake up the next day after falling asleep.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty,"

Richard immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Have Max return to take up the position of Grand General of the Royal Court,"

"I can't figure it out, why would that old man send the Purple Gold Staff to Tisis? Was he really not afraid of making me angry?"

After laughing, King Peter XVI looked somewhat wistful.

Why give it to Tisis?

Did you always know that he was my planted man?

"Your Majesty, bringing Max back might trouble William's family,"

Richard hesitated, stopping mid-sentence.

Back when the two great generals competed for the position of Grand General of the Royal Court, it was William XII who ultimately won. If it was not for King Peter XVI's intervention, Max would have long been dead.

The two had enmity, deep and bitter hatred.

"Do as I say!"

"Over the years, both an old William and a Little William managed to garner more fame than me. I must admit, the emergence of the Blood Demon has done me many favors."

Each of the troubles that had plagued King Peter XVI disappeared one by one with the departure of the Blood Demon Gai Jiutian.

Suddenly feeling as if he had been released from a cage back into the wild, King Peter XVI stood up and walked straight to the balcony. Outside the palace, masses of people were kneeling on the snowy ground to welcome the body of William XII back.

Truly beloved!

King Peter XVI then looked towards the Wizard Tower, which soared higher than the palace, his lips slowly curving into a smile. The era that truly belonged to him had just begun.