Apocalypse Gachapon

An airforce was circling the skies near the Cloud Peak tribe’s mountain.

Right, an airforce!

Six hundred people were riding a twin-headed purple eagle. Each of them wore similar armor and held long spears.

The leader wasn’t old, around 25 years old. He squinted his eyes and looked at the mountains beneath him. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Land!”

He pointed the spear, and most of the cavaliers started to land. A few dozen of them spread out to be the sentries in the area.

This entire army was very disciplined. It was very different from the Posthumous people.

After landing, dozens of cavaliers spread to scout the area. Everything occurred in an orderly manner.

The young man looked around and walked to a place. Snow continued to land, and the area was silent. But he took a sniff and took several steps. His spear pointed down, and an energy current shot, scattering the snow here.

Someone squatted down and moved the ground with his dagger. He tasted the icy blood and thought about it before saying, “General Xicun, it should be a Soaring Hunting Bird, around level seven. It was killed less than half a day ago.”

“Soaring Hunting Bird?” He focused.

“Right, apart from Vasi Stone Forest, Posthumous people have three; two are level seven.”

As a subordinate, he only needed to share information he knew. The general could decide on his own.

The young General Xicun nodded and waved. His subordinates spread out and started to search.

The snow continued, but it wasn’t as intense as before. The bright armor of these air cavaliers shone, melting the snowflakes. The water evaporated instantly, leaving no traces.

More traces were found, and information was reported to Xicun. In just a while, everyone was back. A female cavalier bowed, “A battle occurred here half a day ago. Although the bodies are gone but from the tracks, at least a thousand people fought, and it lasted for a short time.”

“Short time?”

Xicun interrupted her.

“Right, based on the blood freezing, it should have ended within a thousand breaths.”

This was the first tGeneral Xicun showed semotion.

The level seven demon monster was killed, and the battle ended within a thousand breaths.

“Also, although the corpses were cleared, sfragments are left on them…”

He frowned and looked unhappily at his deputy. She had never been so hesitant.

“They are weird. The slices are orderly, but the meat pieces aren’t. There are burn marks, but they differ from those after being scorched.”

“Sorry, General, I can’t guess which weapon or skill caused it.”

She lowered her head and seemed very ashamed.

Xicun nodded and, after ssilence, said, “We haven’t found the entrance?”

The few deputies looked at each other and could see the awkwardness in their eyes.

They understood Posthumous people and understood everything about them. But they always had to spend tto find their camps.

This wasn’t their fault. Posthumous people lived in the mountains. They were great at hiding their entrances. If not, how would those demon monsters be unable to find them? The mountains were their final barrier. Although they were backward, sareas reached their peak through the despair.

“Give us stime, and we can find it.”

The person who knew which demon monster it was through tasting the blood promised.

Xicun looked at him and shook his head slowly.

“We have no time; we must reach the assembly point!” Xicun said, ordering everyone to get on their mounts.

That deputy hesitated and looked at Xicun, “General, there should be a tribe here. If they notice us and tell their Imperial City? Then our plan…”

XIcun jumped, and energy spurted from his legs, causing him to fly onto the mount’s saddle. He looked down, “Qing Ci, we want to strike them quickly and wipe out these barbarians that occupy the resources. With the Saint Father and Saintess, how could they stop us? It is okay if they don’t know, but they will be able to live peacefully for a few days. But so what if they do? The outcwon’t change.”

“They have occupied this land for a long time; it is tto use their blood to wash this filth!”

The female deputy called Qing Ci and the other cavaliers roared, and the eagles they rode flew into the sky.

This team returned to their orderly formation and charged towards a direction.

At the end of the snow plains, a black line was getting thicker.

…………………………………………………………………………

Ye Zhongming and the people around him used a few hidden air holes to watch this airforce leave. He was shocked.

“That is… Spirit Eagle Cavalier Squad!” Candleroom’s body was shaking. This tribe leader who ruled a middle-sized tribe wasn’t this terrified when he faced Hong Xiang.

Ah Tao, Grey Mountain, and Mountain Bank looked much worse. Their eyes were filled with terror!

“They… Why are they here? Why would they appear here in such a big group?”

Mountain Bank clenched his fists and was very emotional.

“Is calamity going to descend?” Ah Tao held his hands behind his back. He closed his eyes, and his voice was trembling.

“Saint Light Hall?”

Ye Zhongming’s soul had traveled there previously, and these cavaliers wore similar clothing.

The few tribe leaders nodded.

Ye Zhongming thought about it and knew why they were afraid.

The secret realm was split into three groups. Night Demon Plains, Posthumous People, and Saint Light Hall. Each of them guarded their territories.

Now, these cavaliers invaded, which meant only one possibility.

War was coming!