Peace Order

In all directions, logistics and military forces converge. Chen Country and Ying Country mobilize civilians, using them in place of reserve troops to transport food and supplies. The roads from Chen Country’s capital, through the Northern Border, all the way to Xiyi City are filled with people transporting provisions.

Yet, at this critical moment.

Several cities in Chen Country discover enemy forces.

This time, the threat doesn’t come from the north, but from even further south within Chen Country’s territory. Altogether, five armies march forth; one army from ZhenxiZhenxi City leads the charge, with its leader waving his weapon and laughing loudly, shaking the surroundings.

The Chen Country warriors entering battle haven’t yet seen their opponents’ blades when, amidst a deep wolfish howl, they feel a sharp pain in their necks. In an instant, their heads fly off, and a gush of hot blood spills forth. Amidst the agony, only one thought occupies their minds.

’Such swift blades... Such ferocious cavalry...’

Their vision gradually dims.

They only hear the sound from the wind, the silence broken after hundreds of years as hoofbeats thunder down like a storm.

"Qilin Army, Qibi Li, has arrived!"

Cavalry wielding golden scimitars, a lineage of Tiele.

The foremost light cavalry in the world.

Qibi Li, at the pinnacle of the Sixth Layer Heaven, the Great Khan of the Nine Tribes of Tiele, leads the world’s strongest attacking light cavalry, cutting into Chen Country’s territory from an incredible direction, like a razor-sharp blade.

Assault and seize the land!

Their cavalry is fast; fierce warriors press their bodies close to their mounts during the charge. In their hands, specially crafted weapon-level scimitars with extremely thin, sharp blades seem to tear through the wind.

The most dangerous, most acute blade, the first sword in Prince Qin’s hand.

Tearing apart the vain facade of peace in this world.

In the southwest, with Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu absent, the task of leading the Southwest Flying Army falls to the veteran Tai Boyong, who once followed Duan Qingyu into battle. The old general wields a tremendously heavy wolf fang club single-handedly, carrying it on his shoulder, gazing at the Chen Country cities ahead.

"Heh... Taiping Duke, Divine Martial King."

"Years ago, I lost count of how many times I was defeated under your command. I swore then that I would never bow my head to you, but now you’ve passed away. Our old pact, it no longer holds!"

"Now, it seems, this old man must fight under your son’s banner."

"This world, indeed, is beyond imagination."

Tai Boyong raises his gigantic wolf fang club in hand. With strength at the pinnacle of the Sixth Layer Heaven, he is capable of leading a full army. Gazing forward, his eyes burn intensely: "Southwest Flying Army, children of Jiuli—"

"Drum the march!"

The defenders see the gigantic iron-eating beasts roar, sprinting swiftly across the battlefield. Accompanying this charge is the Southwest Flying Army, alongside auspicious symbols, as the battle flag of Jiuli rises high once more.

On the battlefield of the southeast, the roar of the gray wolves shakes heaven and earth.

A young Divine General wields double-edged war blades, galloping on the battlefield like his father once did. Behind him, a cavalry regiment which rivals the Night Rider Cavalry is led by the Wolf King himself, the Gray Wolf Guard.

With one slash of the war blade, the enemy general’s weapon is cleaved in two, right in the center. The young Divine General spares him, merely knocking him unconscious to the ground. Behind him, a large battle flag waves, with a magnificent Gray Wolf Pattern beneath, emblazoned with the impressive "Chen" character command banner.

Brows raised, beside him, is a Divine General, supported by mechanical means after losing an arm.

The young general takes a deep breath and declares loudly:

"I am the son of the Divine Martial King, Chen Fubi!"

"Come forth, leave your name?!!"

On another front, Fan Qing silently looks at his comrades ahead, seeing those who have traveled alongside him. His lips form a faint smile as he raises his weapon in hand.

Accompanied by that battle flag, torn and tattered, stained with crimson marks, the original banner of the Qilin Army, with fingerprints left by everyone who contributed.

Now, some who once imprinted their handprints there have perished, some have left, but beneath this flag, there are still newcomers.

Military souls roar.

We fight side by side.

We stand together again.

The Qilin Army’s banner rises in the sky.

Born ordinary, yet constantly struggling on the battlefield, surviving countless brushes with death. With unwavering will, he overcomes the oppression of the Ancient Red Dragon Blood. The Divine General, elevated to a further realm of Primordial Spirit, grips his weapon and steps onto the battlefield.

"Qilin Army Fan Qing, has arrived."

As all the world watches Xiyi City, people feel that though Prince Qin has captured Xiyi City, he lacks his former surge of momentum, strangely absenting himself from this great battle.

Prince Qin directly unleashes the fiercest of tactics.

Directly launching an offensive on four fronts, with four armies commanded, the strongest being the son of the Divine Martial King, Chen Wenmian, wielding the Divine Weapon with Xiao Wuliang as his deputy; even the weakest commanders are of the Sixth Layer Heaven level, battle-hardened veterans.

Chen Country and Ying Country only face borderland difficulties.

But Prince Qin, at this critical moment, suddenly exudes an extinction-level aura, as though poised to crush Chen Country with a single word.

Yuan Zhi and others stationed at the rear.

With four armies thus arrayed, Chen Country faces immense impact, as elite troops confront Ying Country and Xiyi City. Meanwhile, Prince Qin’s true elite forces, like long spears, fiercely pierce through the battlefield and the world.

Chen Country rapidly responds, despite being ravaged to this extent, its size remains formidable. At least it remains a giant, albeit a decaying one, mobilizing troops from all directions to withstand Prince Qin’s four-pronged assault.