"Punk, do you babble this much when you’re kneeling to lick the Pillar of Chaos’s ass?" Thɪs chapter is updated by N0velFire.ɴet
Fu Lei sneered; if he had a cigarette, he could waste time with the other guy.
But since the cigarette was finished, there was no need to delay; let’s make it quick and decisive!
"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of Dongxia, life is the currency of civilization! Wasn’t this phrase first proposed by the Military Department?
How many lives were buried during the Great Expedition? What did your ordinary people’s unyielding sacrifices and dedication bring?
Instructor, you don’t seem like a fool who doesn’t think. The strategic significance of the White Poplar Barrier City, which you defend in the Western Front, is destined to be crushed to death like you."
Beherit’s voice emanated a bewitching power, making people unconsciously sink in, empathize, and thus touch the deepest emotions within.
"Can you really accept the fate of being born to be a consumable? Just for the so-called grand rise of civilization, the rebirth of Dongxia spoken by politicians and nobles..."
Beherit rambled on, his spiritual fluctuation containing twisting power.
Not to mention flesh and blood, even iron and steel, hard stone and decaying wood couldn’t resist.
The jeep even started to mutate with Beherit’s words, growing layers of spotted rust.
"Are you done talking?"
Fu Lei raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath.
As if he was going to swallow all the airflow within a few hundred meters around him into his stomach.
Immediately, his robust body was like a cannon shot, crashing through space with a bang!
This instructor of the Yellow Springs Training Camp chose to step into the Netherworld actively!
"Punk, your chattering gives me a headache!"
Fu Lei’s voice was like a great bell, stepping into the shattered, collapsing void space under the astonished gaze of everyone.
His fist like a heavy cannon, bombarded continuously!
"The Netherworld is my domain!"
Like a blood eagle, Beherit spread his wings, and the tide-like energy factors seemed to be drawn by him!
Like a massive body of water weighing tens of tons, it pressed down on Fu Lei fiercely!
The latter was fearless, unleashing life force, an extremely pure blaze, to cleanly eliminate the negative energy affecting him at all times;
While using both fists and feet, each move was like ship cannons firing in unison, forming a dense array to tear apart everything blocking his path!
"Battleship body technique, cannon fire killing fists! Instructor Fu indeed is a representative of the New Martial Sect!"
Beherit was not afraid; his engagement with chaos had been richly rewarding.
As a spiritual ability path, not only did his spell slots exceed those of the same tier, he mastered forbidden secret abilities and possessed two main features, "Twisting" and "Splitting."
"Experience the power of chaos! Worship it, convert!
Instructor Fu, let me help free you from the chains of thought, liberate you from a life of manipulated sorrow!"
Beherit did not resist at all, forcefully enduring Fu Lei’s heavy cannon killing fists, his spiritual body shattered instantly, like a mirror shattered by a heavy hammer, shards flying!
Soon, one by one, blood eagles flapped their wings, hundreds and thousands like a massive tide, surrounding Fu Lei.
Twisting power, release!
The spiritual body split from Beherit acted like some kind of power amplifier, enhancing the twisting power tenfold!
Fu Lei spat, his life force burst out fiercely, enveloping himself like an eggshell, resisting the continuous onslaught of twisting power.
Then he swept his heavy fists, forcibly cutting through the viscous and dense blood-red tide!
But Beherit’s spiritual body was endless, like an infinitely multiplying virus.
No matter how Fu Lei bombarded, it seemed in vain, the ocean formed by blood eagles always surrounding him, eroding the blazing intense life force bit by bit.
"Despair, instructor Fu? How can you possibly defeat me? With your beliefs? Or with your laughable loyalty to Dongxia?"
Beherit’s voice raised high, as if reciting a poem.
"Submit! Accept the advent of chaos, make the same choice as I, become a grave-digger, expect to bury this newly reborn Dongxia wielded by politicians and nobles!
Abandon your previous naïve notions, the promises given by the Nine Marshals are just an illusion, a deception!
What difference is there between the once shattered by galactic warfare Dongxia Empire and this newly established rebirth of Dongxia?"
Fu Lei’s swinging fists and feet felt as if they were filled with lead, getting heavier.
Even the unyielding will of steel seemed to slowly corrode under the constant verbal catalyst of Beherit.
Not confined to form!
Whether it be words, a glance, or even a breath, they could exert influence silently!
Fu Lei finally stopped his attack, like a mechanical doll whose spring had ceased turning, his life force gradually weakened, especially when contrasted by the vast ocean-like blood-red energy, it was like a candle in the wind.
"Still want to resist? Instructor Fu, ask yourself, with White Poplar Barrier City guarding the frontline over the years, how many soldiers have been sacrificed, and did their hot blood and lives really create the value they should have?
What has been brought instead, is just the upper echelons of the Urban Circle and Central City, indulging in debauchery and pleasure..."
Beherit transformed into a blood eagle, soaring in the void space, slowly approaching above Fu Lei.
He already sensed that the twisting power had penetrated into the other’s mortal body, like cancer cells starting to spread, continuing their erosion.
"You think I willingly joined chaos for a stronger, more progressive path? Wrong! I just saw through the Nine Marshals’ hypocrisy, no longer willing to accept the thought control they imposed!