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Chapter 129: The Message of the Flame Sun
War is always brutal. In just one hour, with the aid of siege equipment like ladders and arrows, the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire had stormed the city walls countless times. If it weren't for the brave resistance organized by the young soldiers of the capital, who fought fiercely to slay those who climbed the walls, the capital would have likely fallen by now.
Fortunately, this was still the capital of Huaxia Nation, and there were plenty of defensive mechanisms within the city. The enemy was attacking from only one side, so it seemed they could hold out a little longer. After patrolling the walls and boosting the morale of the soldiers, Zhao Ziyu couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile as he murmured, "What good will holding out longer do? In this situation, even if Ye Huan were here, it wouldn't make a difference."
As soon as he finished speaking, another wave of battle cries erupted. The soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire had once again breached the walls. One soldier at the forefront wielded a short blade and swung it fiercely, sending two heads flying into the air. The force behind that strike was extraordinary; if he wasn't a general from the Southern Xiongnu Empire, he must have been a Professional.
Zhao Ziyu's pupils constricted upon realizing that they had sent a Professional into battle. He knew it was over; everything was lost. With only a Ninth-Level Summoner defending the capital, there was no way they could withstand the million-strong army of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, especially with so many Professionals attacking. The disparity between both sides was glaringly obvious.
As if to confirm Zhao Ziyu's thoughts, a series of loud thuds echoed through the air, followed by someone shouting, "It's broken! The city gate has been smashed open by those scoundrels from the Southern Xiongnu Empire!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyu's delicate face turned pale in an instant, devoid of any color as he nearly collapsed onto the ground. Weiyang and others were equally astonished; after all, the capital was called such because it was crucial and prosperous for Huaxia Nation. Even after three days of bombardment from giant stones launched by catapults, not a single crack had appeared on its walls—let alone on such an important structure as the city gate.
If Zhao Ziyu remembered correctly, the city gate was forged from molten iron and weighed four thousand pounds, over a meter thick. Even a full-force strike from a Ninth-Level Warrior would struggle to break through it. Who would have thought that in what should have been the most secure location, such a significant vulnerability would appear?
Peering over the wall towards the inner city, Zhao Ziyu and his companions clearly saw that a battering ram had breached their defenses. On top of it lay a ten-meter-long iron pillar that was two meters wide and tapered at one end—looking exceptionally menacing.
"Who has such audacity to have more than twenty Seventh-Level Practitioners carry this battering ram?"
People think from different perspectives. While Zhao Ziyu and others first noticed the battering ram, Durei IV, as the Court Chief Summoner, immediately saw the twenty or so individuals standing beside it. Upon entering the city, they all drew their long knives, and not a single one of Durei IV's subordinates could match them.
In a desperate situation where survival was at stake, Durei IV pressed his hand down and summoned two Fire Armored Dragons from the Summoning Encyclopedia, intending for them to deal with these Seventh-Level Practitioners.
However, as the two Eighth-Level Summoned Beasts appeared beneath the city wall and within the breached gate, shadows flashed by. The bodies of these Eighth-Level Summoned Beasts were suddenly riddled with blood holes the size of bowls, oozing bright red blood before they fell heavily to the ground—instant kills.
To be able to annihilate Eighth-Level Summoned Beasts so effortlessly indicated that the attackers were likely two Ninth Level Pinnacle warriors. This only heightened Durei IV's concern; who could be bold enough to send so many experts at once to lead an army?
Just as this doubt arose in his mind, Zhang Ren, who had accompanied Ye Huan to the Southern Xiongnu Empire, quickly provided an answer. After witnessing the two who had killed the Eighth-Level Summoned Beasts, he spoke with certainty: "It’s him! It must be him! I never expected that this time leading a million troops from the Southern Xiongnu would be Xuan Ziming!"
Xuan Ziming—initially, through minimal contact, Ye Huan had determined that he was a man filled with ambition. Now it seemed Ye Huan's suspicions were confirmed; in order to completely conquer Huaxia Nation, he had allied with Eastern Yamato Country and Goryeo. Not only that, but he even had a group of Seventh Level Warriors carrying the battering ram. It was hard to fathom why those Seventh Level Warriors would lower themselves to serve him; perhaps it was true what they say: money can make even ghosts push a millstone!
"Xuan Ziming? You mean the Sovereign of the Southern Xiongnu Empire?"
Zhang Ren's words reached Durei IV's ears, leaving him profoundly shocked. To lead personally into battle required immense determination. After all, on this world's battlefield, Professionals appeared frequently; typically, emperors were either extremely reckless or overly confident to take such risks.
Realizing what efforts were being made, Durei IV's first thought was how to escape with the little princess. He took a step forward but found several presences locking onto him. It turned out that on the other side of the city wall, several Ninth Level Warriors were charging directly at him.
'Is this truly heaven's will to destroy Huaxia?'
With his eyes closed in despair, Durei IV felt hopeless and thought perhaps starting tomorrow, Huaxia Nation would no longer exist on the Nine Provinces Continent.
Not only Durei IV but even Zhao Ziyu and Weiyang understood that there was no possibility of change. A million troops and countless high-level Professionals—what could Ye Huan accomplish if he returned? How many could he kill?
With this thought in mind, in order to preserve the dignity of the royal family, Zhao Ziyu refused to become someone else's prisoner. Instead, she slowly drew the long sword hanging at her waist.
Snowflakes danced in the air, and on the battered city walls, holding the Three Foot Azure Edge and dressed in a princess's plain robe, perhaps even if Zhao Ziyu were to die today on the walls of this royal capital, she would leave a significant mark in history.
"Little Princess, don't!"
"Please! Little Princess! We might still have hope!"
As the little princess raised the long sword to her neck, Weiyang and others hurriedly shouted to stop her. But for Zhao Ziyu, what was hope? At that moment, she had no hope left for the future.
The cold blade rested against her delicate neck. Just as history seemed unwilling to record such a humiliating moment, at the instant Zhao Ziyu was about to act, a sharp sound cut through the air.
Then, whether it was the million soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire or Weiyang and others who had lost all hope for this war, they all clearly saw a golden Flying Sword soaring from afar. It struck the long sword in the little princess's hand and sent it flying aside. Finally, it landed perfectly at the entrance of Huaxia Imperial Capital, embedding itself three inches into the ground. The hilt bore the inscription 'Flame Sun'.
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