Chapter 1918 - 1918 Surrender
1918 Surrender
Previously, when Fang Heng killed the commander and Captain of the Holy Court, there were also items, most of which were equipment.
The attributes were relatively ordinary.
For Fang Heng, they were useless.
Fang Heng walked to the ground and picked up a scroll.
[Hint: The player obtained an item: Medium-sized Magic Ritual, Divine Awakening (XII)]
[Item: Medium-sized Magic Ritual, Divine Awakening (XII)]
[Description: Consuming this item allows the player to master Medium-sized Magic Ritual, Divine Awakening (Requires the player to master mid-tier sacred study)]
[Description: Executing this ritual will awaken the corresponding seal set by the Holy Court.]
Hmm? What was this?
It didn’t seem useful at the moment.
Fang Heng looked at the game Hint again, frowned, and put the scroll back into his backpack. He turned on the survival radio and sent a message to Li Qingran to inquire about the situation on her side.
Li Qingran did not respond immediately.
It seemed that the situation in the Empire’s hinterland was still not favorable.
Fang Heng put away the survival radio and looked at the Holy Paladins who were still fighting in the teleportation passage.
It was indeed a bit troublesome.
The Holy Court’s endurance and defense ability were formidable, and the holy element could also counter zombie creatures.
Furthermore, they had staunchly defended the advantageous terrain.
The Holy Court’s Holy Paladins at the intersection held their ground firmly, while the priest at the back kept casting buffs to recover their HP.
At present, a substantial number of zombie creatures were densely packed, blocking the entrance. They couldn’t effectively surround the entrance, and the damage was further diminished.
If this continued, they might truly be able to delay until the Holy Court’s reinforcements arrived.
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes, contemplating how to break through.
At that moment, Anthea arrived with a few of her trusted subordinates.
She had just learned everything from the guards. After settling the imperial uncle, she hurried over to find Fang Heng.
Anthea looked at Fang Heng, her eyes carrying a hint of apprehension.
She failed…
Anthea had been prepared for failure.
However, she hadn’t anticipated failure to come so swiftly.
She had never thought that the imperial uncle would be influenced by the Holy Court. No wonder he had made so many illogical decisions.
Currently, it seemed that the situation had not reached its worst.
The Jones Kingdom had already made a misguided choice.
She needed to rectify this choice and secure enough benefits for Jones Kingdom.
“World Lord Fang Heng, I am Anthea, commander of the first legion of Jones Kingdom. The imperial uncle was previously controlled by Bishop Kotter of the Holy Court, and his subconscious was partially affected. That’s why he made a foolish decision to start a war with the undead. We just found out about this.”
“The imperial uncle is currently unwell and unable to continue commanding the battle. The Jones Kingdom has granted me temporary authority. We are willing to surrender unconditionally. I can only give Jones Kingdom another chance.”
Fang Heng was contemplating how to deal with the Holy Court when he heard a voice behind him, prompting him to turn around.
The leader of the Jones Kingdom’s knights stood there. Fang Heng held some admiration for this female commander, having gained little advantage in their previous encounters.
As he pondered, a line of game hints appeared in Fang Heng’s vision.
[Hint: Jones Kingdom’s Commander Anthea represents Jones Kingdom’s unconditional surrender.]
[Hint: The player’s current mission, Snipe the frontlines Holy Court Army has a completion rate increased by 30%. The estimated remaining time of the mission will be extended by 450 minutes.]
[Hint: The player’s current mission, Rescue Ciboreya (Party) has a completion rate increased by 5%.]
Fang Heng swiftly glanced at the hints. After the surrender of the Jones Kingdom, the overall completion rate of the mission had exceeded 50%. It was good news.
Anthea, looking at the besieged teleportation passage, spoke in a deep voice, “World Lord Fang Heng, there are some things you might not have heard. The Holy Court has established two teleportation passages in the fortress, each leading to different advanced game worlds. The other teleportation passage is more concealed. It is estimated that a group of high-strength Holy Court teams will come through that teleportation in four hours.”
Fang Heng’s eyelids twitched. Was there another teleportation passage?
“Yes, take me there.”
“Alright, please follow me.”
Fang Heng created another group of zombie clones and followed Anthea into the fortress, traversing the hall and entering the underground area.
At the entrance of the newly constructed teleportation hall, the Holy Court’s Holy Paladins had firmly seized control of the entrance. They were already aware of the military fortress’s fall. Despite this, the Holy Paladins of the Holy Court clung to their strong beliefs and chose to defend the location.
Hold on for three hours!
After that duration, the next wave of high-tier Holy Court reinforcements would arrive!
They still had the strength to fight!
The Holy Court had not lost yet!
Fang Heng observed the elevated morale of the Holy Court team and, without uttering a word, directly waved his hand.
A substantial number of zombie clones surged forward!
The Holy Paladins of the Holy Court had already cast life and death aside, each facing death fearlessly, using their lives to guard the entrance. They stubbornly resisted the relentless waves of zombie attacks.
Even Anthea, who stood beside Fang Heng, couldn’t help but show a bit of admiration.
The Holy Court’s willpower was indeed formidable.
However, they still succumbed to the undead…
But the current situation needed swift resolution.
Anthea shifted her gaze to Fang Heng and suggested, “World Lord Fang Heng, the Holy Court wants to leverage the terrain advantage to hold this area. The teleportation passage in the rear hall is still operational. I propose that we take action immediately. There might be changes if we delay.”
Fang Heng raised his head, casting his gaze toward the deeper section of the teleportation passage. His eyes brightened involuntarily.
The teleportation passage was still active…
A valuable asset!
“Commander Anthea, do you have any suggestions?”
“We propose considering organizing an elite team to assault the entrance area, forcefully breaching the entry point. Alternatively, we can arrange a team for long-range attacks, or execute a blast within the teleportation area, or even dig a passage from other wall directions for infiltration…”
Fang Heng couldn’t help but glance at Anthea.
The solutions she proposed were all commendable.
Unfortunately, they all had their drawbacks.
Firstly, he truly didn’t possess any elite teams.
Second…
Fang Heng surveyed the large-scale space-tearing device, vaguely visible in the hall from a distance.
This thing could be highly advantageous.
Explosive methods were too dangerous. If there were other options, he didn’t wish to inflict harm on the spatial teleportation device.
“Thank you, but I have a better idea.”
Anthea was taken aback, turning her head to see Fang Heng’s confident demeanor, sparking her curiosity.
She truly wanted to know how Fang Heng planned to tackle the current predicament.
Fang Heng took a couple of steps forward, extending his hands to form an imprint in front of him.
The group of zombies blocking the entrance promptly sprang into action.
“Whoosh, Whoosh…”
What on earth!
Anthea watched the zombies, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Here it arrived again!
It was that move!
A batch of zombie creatures situated behind the teleportation passage entrance started emitting a faint white glow.
The zombie clones gradually vanished from their original positions, as if dissolving into thin air!
Spatial ability!