Chapter 777: Martial God Hestin (8,000 words)

  Just a note, this is today's two updates combined, I have to go out tonight and won't be able to update, so I'm posting them together.

  More than 8,000 words!! It's a lot more than the usual two updates per day...

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  The cold wind of early morning swept across the vast wilderness of Wildfire Plains, with the sun still gestating below the horizon, only a faint fish-belly white seeping through. The first ray of sunlight had yet to arrive. In the biting cold wind, the imperial eagle flag on the flagpole fluttered and danced.

  This is a garrison located just north of Wildfire Town, and it is garrisoned by the Second Legion of the Byzantine Empire.

  As one of the regular corps of the Byzantine Empire, the Second Corps was a purely infantry army and also the central combat unit of the three armies that confronted the Ottoman invasion on the Plain of Fire in this Byzantine military campaign.

  In the early morning, the vast military camp was still quiet, with only the night patrol team wandering around. The soldiers on the lookout tower were tightly wrapped in their fur coats, shrinking their heads in the cold wind, looking somewhat listless. Their eyes, which had been open all night, were filled with bloodshot, and at this moment, the only thought in their minds was to hold on until the shift change, so they could go back and sleep soundly.

  This damn Wildfire Prairie is really too cold in the morning...

  The commander of the Second Legion, General Perizolli, had already risen, dressed and walked out of his tent. He glanced at the personal soldier who was dozing off with his head tilted to one side, hugging a long spear. The 40-year-old imperial general merely smiled casually, went over and lightly kicked the personal soldier's foot. Under the personal soldier's tense gaze after he woke up with a start, General Perizolli only gave him a broad smile before striding away.

  General Perizolli is now forty years old. Although he comes from a large family and has a noble status, he can still be considered a qualified imperial soldier. His style in the army is simple and steady, and he has never been short of courage in battle. He has been in the military for twenty years, although he has not achieved any great merits, but also has not made any big mistakes. As they say, "no merit, no demerit", this is probably the most appropriate evaluation of him.

  Perry Zoli did not pursue the dereliction of duty of his adjutant sleeping on the post, he took a few deep breaths, the cold morning air stung his lungs slightly, and he just muttered a curse under his breath, brought several officers with him, and started patrolling the camp with a relaxed expression.

  In fact, at this moment, everyone in the Second Legion was as relaxed as their general.

  According to the military plan, they were divided into three routes to block the invasion of the Odingers. However, the second legion was assigned a very easy location: their camp was right in the middle of the Wildfire Plains, with two forests passing through the north of the camp, about two days' journey away, directly opposite the dwarves' territory, and the northeast direction of the right wing was the red wasteland occupied by the goblins.

  This geographical location gives people a very safe feeling: those Odins, even if they really want to fight over, are unlikely to choose this direction: there are the territories of dwarves and gnomes in front, and the Odins must first pass through the territory of the dwarves to attack from here, and take the risk of conflict with the dwarves. Any commander with a brain would not do such a stupid thing, everyone knows that the combat power of the dwarves is not bad, and no general will consume his forces in this place first. The dwarves and gnomes in front have become a natural barrier for the Second Legion.

  In fact, the Second Legion was not a crack elite legion known for its combat power in the Byzantine Empire, and its strength was probably around second-tier average, so it would be sent to such a relatively safe position.

  According to General Peryzzoli's conjecture, the military department put its troops here just to prevent a small number of Oding people from sneaking in through the gaps in the dwarf territory and launching a surprise attack - and the possibility of such a small-scale sneak attack was also very small.

  Despite this, Perizzoli made some arrangements that he considered quite safe: he set up four sentry posts to the north of his base, each one a few miles apart, with the guards changing shifts every two days - if the Odins really wanted to send a small group of troops to sneak in and launch a surprise attack, they would certainly not escape his notice. However, Perizzoli thought that this possibility was not great, and setting up four sentry posts also had some other considerations, namely preventing the dwarves from the north from suddenly going crazy and coming to provoke him.

  As for the Odins... following their usual practice, they should be coming down from the Albaqet Plains in the south, where the 13th Legion is stationed. According to Imperial custom, the most difficult battles are always given to that iron army.

  In the quiet morning, General Perizzoli made a tour of inspection in the garrison. This was not his habit, but he knew that after this battle, he would be transferred from this army. Having been here for four years, Perizzoli still had some feelings for this army. Before leaving... let's take a look.

  Just as he had finished his round and was slightly sweating, Perizzoli saw the soldiers emerging from their tents in formation, preparing for morning drill. A relaxed smile spread across his face.

  But his smile only lasted for a moment before it froze!!

  Because he saw something...

  Beacon fire!!!!!

  A beacon tower on the northern border suddenly burst into flames, with a black smoke column rushing straight up to the sky, and in the cold wind it rushed up to dozens of meters high before being blown away!

  And this sentry post was actually the one closest to their own military camp!!

  Perry Zori had just seen the beacon fire, his face stiff, and the shock in his heart had not yet subsided, when he heard a terrifying voice in his ears...

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  Howling! This is the howl of a beast, a continuous and undulating howl, with an unknown number, perhaps dozens or hundreds? The thick and violent roar intertwined together, transmitted through the cold wind, making people's scalps numb!

  The dull roar suddenly broke the stillness of the morning.

  Perry Zoli was stunned for a moment, his face changed drastically, he rushed crazily to the gate of the garrison, kicked open the soldier who was still in a daze from the shouting, and jumped onto the watchtower looking north.

  Then, the imperial general's face suddenly twisted, and a pea-sized sweat bead fell rapidly from his forehead...

  To the north, the nearest watchtower was already engulfed in a raging inferno. On the left side of the watchtower, on a high ground, a row of dark shadows suddenly flashed by, and in the hazy morning light, that row of dark shadows grew more and more numerous, as if a black cloud had pressed down upon the mountain slope...

  That chilling roar was coming from there. Standing on the watchtower, General Perizzoli soon made out the appearance of those black clouds...

  A group of ferocious black bears crowded on the mountain slope, standing in a row, densely packed. Each individual bear was more robust and larger than ordinary bears. Their black fur was covered with coarse and heavy black armor, and their shoulders and upper arm guards had sharp blades! These guys stood upright like humans, lined up in rows, with an unknown number behind them, gathering more and more...

  What's even more frightening is that on the backs of these bears, which were wearing heavy and thick armor, there was something like a saddle near the nape of each bear's neck, and people were sitting on their backs! Odinsmen! The guys on the bears' backs were all wearing metal armor that was rarely seen among the Odinsmen, which looked crude but extremely heavy. Each one of them was sturdy and polite, holding a large battle axe in one hand and pounding his chest with the other, with black body hair all over his bare arms. And the sound of their roars was almost indistinguishable from that of the black bears they were riding on.

  Perry's eyes cleared, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He felt a blackness before his eyes, his heart racing wildly, and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. He forced himself to open his mouth, biting his tongue fiercely, and the intense pain finally made him temporarily forget the huge shock.

  On the watchtower, the general suddenly turned his head around, his expression twisted and distorted, and he let out a mad roar.

  "Enemy attack!!!! It's Odin's 'Berserker'!!!!!"

  A shrill voice instantly spread throughout the place...

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  No bugle sounded, no war drum beat. The group of Odin's bear riders on the hillside suddenly rushed down in a frenzy amidst a burst of roars!

  Black bears were running vigorously, hundreds of black bears gathered together and poured down, like a black cloud blown by the wind, at a frantic speed, rushing towards the Byzantine army's barracks.

  The trumpet had just sounded, and the Byzantine camp was suddenly filled with frantic shouts everywhere. Officers in disheveled clothes were driving soldiers who were also in disheveled clothes, while more soldiers barely managed to scramble out of their tents before being frantically urged by officers to form ranks. Most of the soldiers were only wearing their robes, and some didn't even have weapons in hand.

  Perry Zoli's face twisted in a scowl as he ordered the camp gates closed, the general's anxious bellowing rising incessantly.

  It's too close! With all their might, the defending soldiers at the camp gate barely gathered over a hundred archers and had just enough time to fire one round of arrows before the black bear warriors charged to the entrance of the camp!

  However, the high wooden palisade wall of the camp was easily breached by the ferocious black bears. The black bear warriors charged into the camp in a frenzy, instantly shattering the temporary shield wall formed by the soldiers guarding the gate. Under the massive paws of the black bears, the bodies of the soldiers seemed extremely fragile. Several soldiers were crushed to death before they could even let out a scream. The second row of soldiers was immediately torn to pieces! A few officers tried to organize a counterattack, but the black bear warriors had already charged into the crowd. One officer's sword was knocked flying as soon as it was raised, and he was smashed to the ground with his chest shattered. Another officer managed to strike a black bear, but his long sword was easily broken by the bear's massive paws. The Odin warrior on the bear's back swung his axe, beheading the officer...

  Hundreds of defenders lined up at the entrance of the camp were knocked down in just a few breaths, and more than 100 Byzantine warriors were killed at first sight! The thick wooden gate of the camp had already collapsed with a loud crash, and the fence wall was breached by more than 100 black bear warriors, making a loud noise, and the 50-meter-long fence wall collapsed with a loud crash.

  More and more black bear warriors poured in from the gap, charging towards the chaotic Byzantine army...

  It can be imagined that the majority of Byzantine soldiers were still waking up from their dreams, most people did not even have time to put on armor, nor did they have weapons or shields. Their flesh and blood bodies were torn into pieces under the impact of the black bear warriors without any resistance.

  The flag bearer of the Second Legion's First Banner led a patrol team that had just taken over, and they barely held on for a moment. The flag bearer was quite skilled in martial arts, his long sword shining with a fierce aura as he struck down a black bear. However, he was soon overwhelmed by four more black bears that charged at him simultaneously, and after a blood-curdling scream, his body was torn into several pieces! His internal organs and remains were scattered everywhere...

  Under the impact of hundreds of black bear warriors, they were like small stones thrown into a flood, only splashing up a little foam, and soon swallowed up.

  Overall, the Second Legion did not put up much effective resistance. The Black Bear warriors, numbering only in the hundreds, relied on their ferocious charge to easily crush the makeshift defense hastily assembled by the First Line of the Second Legion. What followed... was basically just a massacre!

  The camp of the Second Legion turned into a scene from hell, with people running around screaming and wailing everywhere. The soldiers of the Second Legion, who had already collapsed, were devoid of any will to fight, like a group of headless flies going mad and scattering in all directions, trampling each other, colliding, and then being easily killed by the black bear warriors who caught up from behind.

  The black bear's sharp claws and teeth, as well as the great axe on the warrior Odin's back, are madly reaping lives...

  Chaos has already become unstoppable.

  Hundreds of black bear warriors charged, thoroughly crushing the morale of the Second Legion. Then, in the wake of the first wave of black bear warriors' assault, a large number of Odin's reindeer cavalry burst out from behind the mountain slope in front of the garrison, and thousands of Odin's reindeer cavalry easily poured into the Second Legion's camp through the gap in the palisade wall, then dispersed and slaughtered the fleeing soldiers of the Second Legion everywhere.

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  On the hillside, a figure stood quietly gazing out at the distant killing fields, with a pair of slender eyes filled with indifference.

  This figure was not tall and stately, and even among the generally robust Odinsmen, his height appeared exceptionally lean and short. Such a build would be considered only average even among the Byzantines.

  But this thin and weak figure, standing on the mountain slope, in the cold wind, with a black cloak fluttering, yet exuding an aura of majesty and power, as if the owner of this figure, standing at the foot of the mountain, that frail body, had trampled the entire land beneath his feet!

  Behind the figure's back, hundreds of Odin warriors stood quietly there, each of their eyes gazing at the figure's back filled with fanatical worship.

  "Sound the horn."

  After a while, the figure turned around, his face was extremely ordinary, with thin lips and a sunken nose. Such a face would be hard to find in a crowd. But those eyes were born to be fine and long, with delicate eye corners slightly raised, even with a hint of softness. The man's gaze was cold, seemingly without any emotional fluctuations, using a low voice to give orders.

  As he spoke, he slowly walked towards the subordinates behind him, and soon someone led a war horse to him. The horse was tall and majestic, with a height of over two meters, but originally an exceptionally spirited horse, there was a scar on its head, which cut across the left side of its face, directly blinding its left eye.

  The horse was wearing light armor, and the man flipped onto the horse, taking a three-edged long spear from his hand. With a gentle pull on the reins, the warhorse let out a loud whinny, stood up, and immediately galloped down the mountain slope, heading straight for the military camp of the Second Legion!

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  At this moment, the camp of the Second Corps had completely collapsed, and the last resistance was concentrated in the main camp of the headquarters of the Second Corps. General Pellezoni rushed to the rear at the first time when the gate was broken through, and he gathered all his guards and deputy generals together. In the chaos, they gathered about 200 troops, and on the side of the main camp, centered on the flagpole, a circular defensive formation was barely formed.

  In the midst of the chaotic army, two teams of tame reindeer cavalry and more than a dozen black bear berserkers took turns charging three times. However, this remnant army gathered the strongest guard troops from the second legion, as well as Perizoli and several generals who were mid-to-high-level warriors.

  At this moment, everyone has already understood that it is the time of a desperate fight. The sword edges and aura of several generals shone brightly, forming a tight defensive circle to resist the Odin people's charge. The defensive circle continued to shrink, and more than 200 soldiers were quickly reduced to less than 50.

  General Perizoli's long sword had been hacked and his armor was torn, a deep wound on his chest that could see the bone, left by an axe of a black bear berserker. He had already killed six black bear berserkers and more than ten reindeer cavalrymen, several generals under him were also wounded or dead, the defensive circle was shrinking again and again, the ground was full of human corpses, horse corpses and bear corpses, shattered flesh and blood could be seen everywhere. Perizoli's face was pale, he had lost too much blood, the light on the sword tip had dimmed a lot.

  Everyone knows they can't escape today, at this moment, the only outcome is to fight desperately.

  A loud scream, a general's long sword pierced the body of a black bear, but under the black bear's violent power, the sword was stuck in the bone and continued to crash forward. The long sword broke instantly, and the black bear slapped the general's shoulder with one palm, shattering it. Just as the Odin warrior above was about to swing his axe to harvest heads, Perizoli's long sword descended with a fierce aura, splitting out a beam of light that cleaved the Odin man in two.

  Perry Zoli gasped heavily, his body swaying unsteadily as he stood, his legs weakening beneath him, using his long sword to barely prop himself up.

  Another few miserable cries came from around, the defensive circle appeared two more gaps, he let out a loud roar, suddenly his whole body shone with a silver light, his hair flying up, in the midst of his furious cry, his long sword shot out like a shooting star, instantly turning into a ball of light that smashed out in all directions. With several loud explosions, the light from the bursting Dou Qi completely enveloped the area more than ten steps in front of him, and to the left and right, over a dozen Odin cavalrymen were instantly crushed along with their horses by the ball of light. A black bear Berserker was also smashed flying backward for dozens of meters by the ball of light, and when he landed, there was a huge bloody hole in his chest, his internal organs all shattered to pieces. The upper half of the Odin warrior on the bear's back had already disappeared!

  "Come on! See who comes to harvest the head of Perizolli!!" Perizolli stumbled, but still straightened his body with the sword supporting himself, his eyes were covered by the blood flowing from the wound on his forehead, and there were still a few pieces of internal organs hanging on his body. His feet stood in a pool of blood, and more blood was constantly flowing down his legs.

  Perry Zori's mouth was twisted in a mad laugh, his eyes were full of dead energy, staring fiercely at the enemy in front of him. He was clearly unable to stand steadily, but the fighting spirit on his body still shone brightly!

  After all, he was the commander of a battalion, with the strength of a high-ranking warrior. At this moment, his desperate momentum was like a mad tiger, and dozens of tame deer cavalry in the distance seemed to be intimidated by his majestic power, hesitating not to move forward...

  Just then, the sound of horseshoes echoed from afar! A neighing sound, a flying shadow leaped high, and the horse's hooves crossed over the heads of the reindeer cavalry, jumping forward in one step!

  The trident spear was surrounded by a whistling black aura, as if a tornado swept past!

  Perry Zoli's pupils reflected two black flames, he let out a loud roar, his entire body bursting with silver battle aura light, charging towards the black flames...

  Bang!!

  A dull sound, in the midst of a black aura, Perizolli's body was cut off at the waist! His lower body instantly disappeared in the black aura, even the blood that spurted out was instantly vaporized by the black aura!

  The short sword fell to the ground with a clang and quickly broke into several pieces.

  Perry Zoli's upper body fell to the ground, his waist broken, his intestines and organs spilling out in a bloody mess. Black blood poured wildly from his mouth as his lifeless eyes stared blankly at the opponent standing before him, who held a black trident spear.

  "Black... Blackthorn..." Unfortunately, he didn't get to finish saying the name before his breath stopped.

  He stood on horseback, his slender eyes scanning the dead enemies on the ground, without a hint of emotional fluctuation, his gaze still as cold and indifferent as ashes. With a light swing of his war spear, the flagpole beside him was severed, crashing to the ground, and a black aura surged up, enveloping the flagpole and banner, reducing them to ashes in an instant!

  The god of war Odin turned his head and looked coldly at the warriors behind him.

  "...the order is passed on, the horn sounds three times, and when it stops, if you don't descend into the enemy's camp, the entire vanguard will be beheaded!"

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  (Forced! Forced heavily! When that kind of trembling fear arose in my heart... yeah, it's that feeling...)

  Xia Ya hugged her head in distress, with a fire fork and magic crystal in front of her, her eyes were filled with bloodshot, and her mouth was muttering something vaguely like an idiot.

  He suddenly stood up, grasped the fire fork and thrust it forward twice, then put it down again, furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, before shouting loudly once more, and jumping up to make two false slashes.

  "Idiot, control your heart! Control your will! The scarlet fighting spirit isn't meant to drive you mad, but to stimulate that power with the intent to kill!"

  Xia Ya listened to the voice in his mind, a manic smile spreading across his face, growing more and more frenzied, when suddenly he jumped up and cursed loudly:

  "Control! Control! I've got a ghost under control!!"

  He swung the fire fork wildly, slashing left and right dozens of times, finally exhausting himself, thudding to the ground with a loud crash, panting heavily.

  After a while, the manic look on his face gradually faded away, and he rubbed his own face with a bitter smile: "Damn it, still can't do it..."

  "How many times have I told you, it's not about actually going crazy! But to control yourself at the critical point where you're about to go crazy and hold onto your calm consciousness. If you can do that, then you've basically grasped this power."

  Xia Ya closed his eyes, his eyebrows twisting uncontrollably. After a while, his face gradually revealed an enraged expression again, and his fingers trembled non-stop, as if he wanted to grab the fire fork and chop wildly several times. However, he clenched his fists tightly, with blue veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his knuckles turning white. Xia Ya's body shook as if he had caught a chill, with the muscles on his face twitching non-stop, and the corners of his eyes jumping around...

  At last, he took a deep breath, and although his whole body was still trembling, he slowly got up, his movements slow and heavy.

  His eyelids slowly opened, and those eyes had completely turned into a deep crimson color!!

  Xia Ya's eyes flashed with ferocity and clarity, finally stopping their transformation, his gaze gradually calming down, but this seemingly calm gaze paired with red pupils looked especially eerie.

  He gritted his teeth, his arm still trembling, but he lightly grasped the fire fork and then took a deep breath, slowly making a false slash in front of him...

  Just in front of him about five steps away, a wooden stake roughly the thickness of a thigh silently split into two halves...

  Xia Ya stood on the spot, his body's trembling gradually subsiding, a thread of fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, apparently he had just exerted himself to endure, gritted his teeth and even squeezed out blood from his gums!

  The redness in his eyes faded quickly, Xia Ya looked at the fire fork in his hand, then looked at the broken wooden stake in front of him, walked over to take a look, and the cutting edge was surprisingly smooth!

  "......" Xia Ya swallowed his saliva and suddenly looked up at the sky with a loud laugh: "Haha! Done! Done! That's it!!!"

  But then he furrowed his brow again: "However... it seems to have weakened a lot, and earlier it seemed like the same kind of red glow that covered a large area as before..."

  "That's right. The power may be a bit smaller, but that's all the power you can control at this stage. If you let your consciousness be occupied by madness, you might be able to burst out stronger red light, but your consciousness will also become mad and lose its clarity. Unless you're an idiot, don't you understand that in battle, if you lose your mind and just wildly attack, even with a powerful killing move, when facing a truly formidable enemy, you'll definitely die."

  Xia Ya blinked: "Hmm, I understand this. It's like a drunkard wielding a big knife and slashing wildly. Although the power is astonishing, it's enough to deal with ordinary people, but when facing a formidable opponent, the other side can find many weaknesses..."

  "You're stupid, but not completely idiotic."

  "… Bah!" Xia Ya spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Don't think you're a dragon and can just insult me! Now you're just a ghost. If you provoke me, I..."

  "How are you?" The voice was cold and mocking: "Kill me? If you want to kill me, unless you smash this stone into pieces. But this crimson killing intent, in order to trigger it, must have this magic crystal with your soul imprint! Are you willing to give it up?"

  Xia Ya was speechless.

  He had just found a little trick, tasted a bit of sweetness, this crimson killing aura was powerful, if he hadn't learned it yet, that would be fine, but now he had already mastered the basics, how could he bear to give up this ultimate move and smash the stone to pieces?

  The tortoise didn't say a word, and the dragon's voice seemed to let out a sigh.

  "How about we make a deal, human?"

  "Deal?"

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  "Beautiful red dawn..."

  On the hillside of the valley, Koko stretched lazily, and the morning sunlight shone on her body, bringing a faint warmth even in winter.

  "Ah, it's still better here. In Odin, during this season, the morning could be freezing to death." Koko Lan casually shook his windbreaker and looked up at the blood-red dawn, a strange light flashing in his eyes: "Such a bloody dawn, it seems that there was a massacre in the east this morning..." He lowered his head, thinking for a moment, with a hint of a smile on his lips: "...Hastin, you've won another battle? Odin's God of War, humph, your glorious military exploits have added another stroke... Ah, what a pity, glory dyed red with fresh blood is ultimately..."

  "This Odin's nobleman smiled calmly: '...After all, it's an ill omen.'"

  As he spoke, he turned around and walked down the hillside, looking at a group of trembling attendants standing at the foot of the hill.

  "Hmm... is there any news about the 13th Legion?"

  "No, no... Your Highness, they retreated and seem to have no intention of attacking again."

  Keke Lan smiled in satisfaction and walked over to pat the attendant's shoulder, who immediately knelt down with a look of being honored.

  "Alright, don't be tense... Let the warriors take a good rest for now, at least until tomorrow evening. Those Byzantines won't make any moves by then. Make the most of this last bit of peace." Koko's face grew increasingly smiling, but her eyes remained icy cold. She turned back to gaze up at the blood-red sky...

  "Ah, such a beautiful dawn, I really want to hear the sound of the guqin..."

  He paused for a moment and then burst out laughing: "Come on in!"

  "Your Highness!"

  "Hmm... go and get me a harp, I want to play a tune!"

  The people below widened their eyes in shock.

  Although I've gotten used to serving this temperamental master, however, however...

  But sometimes this lord's chaotic orders really drive people crazy!

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  "You've obtained my dragon scales, but without the magic of the dragon tribe, the scales in your hands are just a slightly harder piece of armor. But I, the remaining soul, still carry the magical power of the dragon attribute. I can infuse magic into the scales to increase their magical resistance. Moreover, the long life of the dragon tribe has accumulated many profound knowledge, do you want to learn the dragon tribe's battle methods and martial arts? I can even teach you some dragon spells! As long as I leave my soul imprint in your magic crystal, from then on, you can use this magic crystal as a medium to cast a small portion of dragon spell magic. Although it's just a little bit, that is truly dragon spell magic! Furthermore... I can tell you the secrets of life, including how to use the power of the soul! No matter what kind of life, whether it's lowly humans or high-ranking dragons like us, the power of the soul far surpasses the power of the flesh. Even when facing death, as long as you master this method, you can keep your soul from dying and always have a chance to find a suitable body to revive..."

  The tortoise's face showed no excitement at all, but instead his eyes were full of vigilance.

  "Damn it! You're so persuasive, what do you want me to do for you? Let's get one thing straight, don't even mention anything that's life-threatening. I'm living a pretty comfortable life right now."

  Let me make an important announcement.

  This book will be put on the shelves in VIP on January 1st, which is this Friday.

  Going public is inevitable after all, I make a living by writing books. Let me announce it to my brothers in advance, and I still hope everyone can continue to support me.

  I also hope everyone can subscribe to VIP, recently many friends have registered for a VIP account in support of me, I'm grateful beyond words. You are all my benefactors.

  There are still many friends who have supported me and given me a lot of money, which makes me feel even more ashamed and flattered.

  I've never asked for rewards. Yeah, that's right, I ask for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, but I've never asked for rewards.

  I always feel that if everyone likes my book and can subscribe to VIP, it is already a great support for me. If they can also vote for monthly tickets, I will be even more grateful. As for other things, I dare not ask for them. Moreover, everyone's money does not come from the wind, right? I don't want anyone to waste their money either.

  So, if you support me, I hope that capable readers will upgrade to a VIP account and subscribe when it's available, which would make me very satisfied.

  Also... if possible, reserve a monthly ticket for January, hehe~

  It's been almost a year since I last scrambled for monthly tickets. This time, I'm back with a vengeance, and to be honest, I'm still a bit nervous.

  It's up to everyone to show their support when the time comes!

  Note from Xiao Wu.

  P.S. Almost forgot the last sentence: To all brothers and sisters who like my book, I want to say that I will work hard to prove that your support for me will not be in vain!

  So, watch me continue dancing with words! ~

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