Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor

Chapter 1403 Civilization War: Cruel Truth

Chapter 1403  Civilization War: Cruel Truth

White Wolf rushed forward, trying to hold both devils for as long as possible. However, before reaching his destination, the clone disappeared. White Wolf wanted to turn around to protect Blue Flower, but it was too late. The devil appeared before him and stroked him repeatedly with potent sword attacks.

"Your claws are quite sharp — they should make for some decent material," the devil child uttered.

"I'll kill you, bastard," White Wolf scoffed as a sense of urgency drowned his senses. He increased his attack tempo, trying to eliminate this bastard as soon as possible to protect his ally.

"Your mind and will are weak," the devil child taunted. " And that's just the surface of all the flaws you have. The cultivation world has existed for longer than your tiny mind could fathom. Did you really think you could rival us after creating this little armor?"

"Shut up!"

Boom!

White Wolf's body paused as his armor's sensor detected that Blue Flower's life signs were completely gone. His mind reverted to their first meeting.

"Captain, what if they don't like me?"

"They don't need to like you."

"You know what I mean," Blue Flower added. "I've heard about many female pilots that are mistreated. That's why we formed the association to ensure we are on the same squad."

"Then you should trust the association."

"You recruited me through them?"

"That's right," White Wolf nodded. "They've inspected and investigated our team before accepting my application."

"I see, but captain, why did you want a woman in your squad?"

"I wanted a lightning user, but as you know, those are rare. So, I applied everywhere, hoping to get someone."

"I see."

"We're here. Believe me, you'll love this team," Wolf said, noting that she was not too confident. How about this? We'll have a mock battle as soon as we arrive. This way, we can better understand each other as a team, and the others can see how capable you are."

"But that's not a good approach for a first meeting."

"Maybe, but it's the most direct way."

"Alright."

"...Team, come meet our new number."

"...Captain, where did you find this terrifying pilot?" Lu Zhen asked. His armor was torn apart by lightning in the battle simulation.

"So, what do you guys think?" Wolf asked.

"She's awesome," Lu Zhen immediately said.

"She will be a great addition to the team," Li Shen nodded.

"Grindax?" White Wolf asked. "I know you're not one to mince your words, so tell me honestly what you think."

"Her control over her armor is superb, and the utilization of her Thunder Rune is one of the best I've seen," Grindax replied calmly.

"But?"

"She's too slow for a Thunder User," Grindax added.

White Wolf did not comment," Blue Flower, what do you think of this comment?"

"The academy's instructor had the same evaluation," Blue Flower admitted. "She said I could become a 6B pilot if I fix this problem."

"Grindax here has a knack for training pilots. With him here, your chances at improving and becoming 6B will be much higher."

"I will be in your care," Blue Flower bowed.

"We are all teammates, so let's take care of each other," Grindax nodded.

"Good. Now that everything is resolved, let's celebrate the arrival of our new member."

…

'Blue Flower had the most potential of our team,' White Flower thought. 'Maybe if we trained her harder, she could have become a 6B pilot without participating in this accursed mission.' This thought haunted the White Wolf. However, he extricated himself after realizing Blue Flower would eventually have to participate in the war.

'Ultimately, it is the fault of these cultivators for treating us as resources and materials,' White Wolf thought with gritted teeth. 'Calm down — this is not the time for this. I need to make this bastard pay, even if I must die in the process.'

Swish!

White Wolf saw two white lights flash on both sides of his body. He was puzzled by what was happening until his sensor reported the loss of his four limbs. White Wolf was still puzzled because he could not feel the pain since the armor immediately injected a medicinal solution into his body to remove all his pain.

"Like I said, your mind and will are weak," the devil child said. "Your body instinctively paused after a great shock to your psyche. Did you think I couldn't exploit such a major flaw?"

White Wolf looked at this man in his eyes, despairing and already overwhelming his mind. However, he did not let it consume him. Instead, he used his hatred to retain the last bit of his sanity and consciousness.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"What can I say? I like to play with my food," the devil child smiled cruelly. White Wolf stared at him:

"You want to search my soul and get information about our origin? Sadly for you, this is a futile effort."

The devil child's face changed, and he immediately invaded this mortal's Sea of Consciousness to search for his soul. As expected, White Wolf's soul was already destroyed. The truth of the matter is this devil child was playing with fire, trying to get information from White Wolf's mind. The location and situation of these mortal bases were of the utmost priority, so the protection of their information was left to Wang Wei.

"What a waste," the devil child cursed before looking in the distance. He felt that someone had been watching him for a while and had been on guard. However, the sensation disappeared after this mortal's soul scattered.

"Whatever," he announced. His goal has been achieved since he confirmed that mortal blood could curb the spread of the curse. Additionally, he also got his hands on some decent material. So, the devil child collected the wreckage of all the pilots before killing the surviving mortals and taking their blood. Finally, he disappeared on the horizon.

…

War Council:

Du Cong looked at the black screen, his eyes almost empty. The room was so quiet that even the sound of heavy breathing sounded like a shout. To say this battle was a wake-up call was an understatement.

"An ordinary cultivator." Everyone looked at the strategist who spoke.

"That devil child was an ordinary cultivator — not a genius, a Heaven Chosen, or these monsters with Immortal Foundation: he was just an ordinary cultivator with good battle experience."

His words strengthened the somber atmosphere in the room. A few people wanted to rebut, but the truth had just slapped them in the face. "What should we do?" someone else asked, but no one had an answer.

"Can we still track that bastard's location?" Du Cong suddenly asked.

"Oh, yes," someone replied. "He just killed our people; we can track the spiritual residual from his body."

"Good. Send five 5-B squads to eliminate him."

"Leader, is this wise?"

"Just do it," Du Cong ordered.

"If you want to kill him, at least send a 6-B squad."

"No, we need to know how our troops fared against ordinary cultivators on the same level," Du Cong replied, his expression and demeanor extremely calm but also cold. Everyone looked at each other before sending the order. The war room then watched as the devil child decimated all five squads with a slight struggle.

"Send 20 squads," Du Cong cruelly ordered. The war room finally witnessed the death of the devil child. However, at what cost? Only three pilots survived this encounter. On the verge of death, the devil child used a secret technique that reverted his body to look normal; it also pushed his strength very close to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Luckily, one of the captains in this 20 squads small legion was a brilliant strategic mind. He forced the 3-C pilots to use suicide attacks to injure and weaken the devil before everyone had a chance to kill him.

"About 25 squads," Du Cong said, his eyes more focused than ever. "That's about the number of people we need to sacrifice to kill one ordinary cultivator." He allowed his words to marinate.

"From the beginning, we never had a choice," Du Cong continued. "We must save our compatriots on the outside. Our only advantage over cultivators is that we outnumber them by 1 to a trillion. We must use this advantage and throw lives at them to kill as many as possible."

The people's faces contorted after hearing these words. If that is true, the upcoming war will be a tragedy for them. How many of their kind will they sacrifice to win this war? Can they even win? How long will this war even last?

Cultivators live a long life, and although that is true for mortals now as well, 10,000 years is nothing to the enemy. It's entirely possible for this war to go for a hundred thousand years, maybe millions. If this war ever ends, how many lives will they sacrifice?

"You better accept this reality as soon as possible," Du Cong said before dismissing everyone. He needed to meet with the other leaders to discuss this cruel truth.