Chapter 495 - 239: Escorting the Survivors, the Battle of Yunxia Ridge Begins (2)

Chapter 495: Chapter 239: Escorting the Survivors, the Battle of Yunxia Ridge Begins (2)

The reason Lin Feng made such a connection was primarily because he had unexpectedly heard He Yiwen’s voice on two occasions while falling into the Abyss within his own Spirit World...

It was just like the voice from Zhang Tianming that came through the earpiece, as if it were from another world.

The voice had a somewhat ethereal quality, unlike anything a physical Life Form could produce. It was as if it had traversed space and time to suddenly surface in Lin Feng’s mind.

This aligned with the answer the Six Realms Peak Spine God had given him in the Spirit World: Lin Feng’s mother, He Yiwen, was truly dead, and there was no way to bring her back.

Her consciousness had already merged with the void beneath the material Cosmos, becoming a particle Energy Body that existed across all of space and time.

Even Deities above Tier Seven, who could reconstruct her physical body, would be unable to re-condense her spiritual consciousness from the unobservable quantum Realm and the infinite Energy of the void.

That was why, in order to verify his suspicions, Lin Feng had spent precious pre-battle time returning to the villa. He needed to observe Zhang Tianming’s State and use Identification on him to learn more details about the Void Observation Mental Realm.

And the aftereffects of Spirit Energyization had also confirmed Lin Feng’s theory.

Spiritual Ascension—a beautiful yet cruel path of evolution.

Thus, he was lost in thought and remained silent on the journey back.

It wasn’t until five minutes after he left the defense line and entered the Southwest Suburbs of the Capital that Lin Feng finally snapped out of it. He saw Qin Hu’s vanguard locked in a fierce battle with the Swarm near the Hive and slowed his pace.

He found the temporary command post behind the front lines.

It was a military all-terrain truck.

Qin Hu was inside, discussing the offensive with other staff officers and Commanders from the Legion.

The nearby guards saw the Golden Warrior approach but didn’t stop him, having clearly received prior orders.

He entered without issue, found Qin Hu, and quickly explained the situation inside the Capital City.

"The priority right now isn’t taking the Zerg Race Nest. It’s sending troops to break through the encirclement and open a safe corridor for the survivors in the Capital City to escape the territory under Zerg Race control!"

"As long as we can evacuate those two or three million people, the Zerg Race Mother Empress’s sacrificial plot will fall apart on its own. Without a Tier Three Late-stage Mother Empress, you’ll be able to secure a foothold in the North."

Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Qin Hu and the other high-ranking Commanders of the Southern Line Corps were stunned. They exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief.

But then they saw the Zerg God Cult’s Sect Leader on Lin Feng’s shoulder—her half-human, half-zerg form—and the large bag of Late-stage Tier Two Zerg Race broodmothers he had captured in the Capital City...

All this evidence suggested that Lin Feng was telling the truth.

A wave of fear washed over them, quickly followed by righteous fury. They cursed the traitors among the city’s leadership who, for the sake of their own selfish survival, had sided with the Zerg Race. They were using the entire city’s population as a sacrificial offering to prove their loyalty to the enemy.

Hearing their furious curses, Jiang Yun’er, who was draped over Lin Feng’s shoulder, trembled and promptly shut her eyes, playing dead.

After they had vented their anger, Qin Hu slammed his hand on the table, calling for silence.

"All right, do as City Lord Lin says. Send sixty percent of our forces to the Southwest. Our first priority is to establish a safe corridor and escort the survivors out."

Then, he looked at Lin Feng.

"With only a few tens of thousands of soldiers left, our ability to tie them down will be reduced. We’ll have a limited effect on the Mother Empress’s main army. Are you confident you can withstand their assault?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"It’s just three Early-stage Mother Empresses. As long as they aren’t clustered around that Tier Three Mid-stage Mother Empress, I’m confident I can pick them off one by one, even if they stick together."

"Once I’ve dealt with those three Early-stage Mother Empresses, the Mid-stage Mother Empress will either make a desperate push for Yunxia Ridge or retreat back to the Southwest Suburbs."

"Yunxia Ridge is easy to defend and difficult to assault, with over a hundred kilometers of strategic depth behind it. We can afford a war of attrition with the Zerg Race there."

"But as for you, if the Mother Empress falls back and attacks your position, retreat if you must. Don’t try to hold out against her."

"Just hold the corridor between the south of the Capital and the Southwest Suburbs. Trap them in the city."

"If the situation changes, retreat directly west into the Taihang Mountain Range and link up with the main group of escaping survivors."

Qin Hu nodded.

Things had come to this. The original pincer attack plan would have to be shelved for the time being. The mission to escort the evacuating survivors now took top priority.

"Do we need to send people into the Capital City to coordinate?"

Qin Hu added, the thought suddenly occurring to him.

Lin Feng grunted in affirmation.

"Send ten thousand or so men over. And remember, don’t leave a single one of the city’s leaders. Arrest them all. When the fighting is over, we’ll publicly execute them in the survivor camps or the new base."

"Let the survivors of the Capital City understand the sins these traitors have committed, and let them know who saved them."

A cold smile touched the corner of Qin Hu’s lips as he nodded in firm agreement.

After informing the Southern Line Corps of the change in plans, Lin Feng headed for the front line at Yunxia Ridge, twenty kilometers away, with Jiang Yun’er and his prize-filled bag in tow.

There were now less than five minutes until the battle was projected to erupt, according to Ling Yi’s calculations.

Walking straight through the Swarm was obviously out of the question. With Jiang Yun’er and the sack, Lin Feng only had one free hand; he couldn’t handle anything else.

So, after leaving the front-line encampment, he slung the sack across his chest and tucked Jiang Yun’er under his arm. This freed up his back to smoothly unfurl a pair of Tier Two Membrane Wings.

The Membrane Wings of a Tier Two Wind-winged Zerg were over ten meters long, with a wingspan that easily exceeded twenty meters.