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Chapter 1372 - 966: Whose General is That?

Chapter 1372: Chapter 966: Whose General is That?

A large number of human soldiers were led out of the prison, and Li Changhe, who was originally to walk out, saw Zhang Shang hold onto him and voluntarily walked out of the prison.

Zhang Shang felt somewhat moved, but also somewhat at a loss.

He knew that once he entered the arena, he would be irreversibly corrupted. The same applied to the Transcendents.

And he had long been prepared to meet his death. Or rather, all the captured human soldiers had been prepared to die.

When they were captured, they had already considered themselves dead. The only thought that satisfied them to come here was to create as much Chaos as possible. To cause even the slightest trouble for Chaos.

Being able to exchange for a few Demon Generals, or even a big demon, that would be a bloody profit.

But when Li Changhe held onto him, he heard Li Changhe’s voice, "Wait for my move."

Move? What move?

Zhang Shang was momentarily at a loss, but he quietly retreated back into the crowd, preparing to relay the message to his comrades. Li Changhe, in his eyes, was an Earth-Level Extraordinary, maybe he truly had a reliable plan.

The Chaos Demon General at the door was also somewhat surprised and then let out laughter from his thick visor, "It seems you too are looking forward to the blessing of my lord. Human, this will be your glory. Abandon all your emotions and descend into that splendid slaughter. You’ll like it."

"When I become the champion, I will make you and that so-called big demon kneel before my feet," said Li Changhe in a calm tone.

"Hahaha..." The Demon General let out an ear-piercing laugh, "If you really manage to do it, and still remember these words by then, you are more than welcome to try! Just don’t die halfway through. Hahaha!"

Many Demon Generals who heard the exchange also laughed. There was mockery, and there was cruelty.

Clearly, they had seen too many empty threats and hostility.

This world was originally the world of the humans, and within their corrupted ranks, humans were the most abundant.

Human warriors who once vowed to tear themselves to pieces, after being corrupted, became one of their own kind. Even among these Demon Generals, a good number had once been human. They became Demon Generals through the previous rounds of the Glory Arena.

And the Glory Arena was the grand ceremony most anticipated by the Blood River Believers.

In this celebratory ceremony of Chaos, every big demon must offer their captives, throw them into the bloody arena, and a powerful warrior would be determined.

At the same time, those Chaos Believers confident in their own strength would also participate.

The more these warriors slay, the more blessings they receive. Until they become a Demon General. They could leave the platform only then.

Of course, one could also choose to continue fighting until becoming the champion Demon General!

This is the ascension route for the Blood River Believers. Simple and brutal.

The fate of those who ascend to the Glory Arena is to walk only one of two paths: death or ascension.

At this time, any threats, in the ears of a Demon General, seemed laughable.

Afterward, Li Changhe and the human soldiers arrived at the arena.

It was a giant construction similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum. The platform area was the size of three or four football fields. And this arena was filled with weapons. Whether it was due to the fear of prisoner rebellion or the Blood River Believers’ distaste for firearms, these weapons were all melee.

And on the massive stands, countless Blood River Believers let out excited roars, almost as if anticipating the start of the carnage.

Some Pleasure-Seeking Believers acted as if they were alone, indulging all their desires, appetite, lust, even inflicting wounds on their own bodies to derive pleasure from pain.

Looking around, the stands were filled with Chaotic and twisted scenes.

And atop the highest platform in the spectator seat, the figure sitting on the brass throne was looking down at the platform with great interest.

That was the God of Struggle and Glory under the command of the Evil God Blood River.

At the same time, he was the first Different Race Demigod to invade Yanyun.

It was he who destroyed Yanyun, killing hundreds of thousands of humans in one fell swoop. He is the sworn enemy of all the people of Yanyun.

If possible, Li Changhe really wished to bring forth his True Body and smear him on the wall as a sacrifice to the sufferers of Yanyun.

Unfortunately, the current situation did not allow Li Changhe to do so.

Li Changhe surveyed the massive arena, where at least a thousand Chaos Believers had appeared on one side, with some already engaged in mutual slaughter. Gaining strength through combat, those beside them were the best contenders for their savagery.

The Different Race fighters, numbering only around four hundred, occupied the other two sides. Some also took part in individual killings, while a portion of the Different Race maintained their sanity and moved in groups.

Following them were the human warriors, numbering roughly four hundred.

Among them, the Moon God, Qiu Wentian, and Seahorse President had already blended in with the human soldiers.

Meanwhile, the official players Dragon Slayer, Lokia, and Big Iron Pestle’s teammate Little Drill Wind stayed in prison, waiting for Li Changhe’s signal to take action.

As for Blood Red Begonia... after she had finished speaking, Li Changhe could no longer see her. As a master-class assassin, she had already left the prison and was stealthily navigating the giant city, planning to contact the rebel forces of the Bottom Nest.

"Everything is normal on all fronts, so leave the rest to me," Li Changhe stepped forward, seizing a long halberd stuck in the ground and picked up a short axe.

With weapons in hand, a discomposing chill spread through his body. Loathsome whispers echoed in Li Changhe’s mind.

In fact, ever since the human soldiers set foot on the arena, they could feel their souls plunging into despair. Everything seemed distorted before them, and only by grasping the weapons picked up from the ground and killing the dangers around them could they find peace.

Chaos had gradually begun to affect their thinking. These weapons were also objects of Chaos’s blasphemy. A normal person holding them might be corrupted into a Chaos Believer.

However, they were with Li Changhe, and so they possessed spiritual resistance.

So far, no loss of control had occurred. No infighting had taken place.

Thus, Li Changhe took the lead out of the formation, heading towards the Chaos Believers who were engaged in a massacre.

He raised his weapon towards a distant Chaos Believer who had already killed more than a dozen other believers and even two Different Race fighters.

The believer had acquired a considerable strength, the blood of the enemies he killed congealing on his body into thick armor parts, exuding a powerful aura.

Clearly, he had started advancing towards becoming a Demon General. The Chaos Believers around him dared not engage him.

Now, upon seeing Li Changhe’s challenge, he let out an excited roar, "Good, good, good!"

Wielding a greatsword, he charged out of the battlefield of believers, heading straight for Li Changhe.

Li Changhe also advanced, his solitary figure with a halberd exuding the might of a thousand troops.

Their imminent collision caused the vast audience of Chaos Believers to shout, "Kill, kill, kill!"

The next second, the Chaos Believer swung his greatsword, pulling out a twenty-plus meter flashing blade strike, as if to split the city wall in half!

However, what he faced was not a city wall, but a Heavenly Abyss!

All saw Li Changhe swing the long halberd down hard, stopping the roaring sword light in its tracks.

In the instant the Chaos Believer tried to flee in terror, Li Changhe split his skull with the short axe.

One halberd to stop the sword, one axe to end the life. It was swift and decisive.

After a moment of silence, the Chaos Believers in the audience burst into even more frenzied cheers.

This also caught the attention of the divinity on the high throne above, who raised an eyebrow and remarked, "Such strong momentum, whose subordinate is that?"