Chapter 889 - 501: Embers of the Long Night (Part 10)_2

Just as they were about to grit their teeth and charge forward, they suddenly noticed the sky seemed to light up.

The originally pitch-black night turned into a deep blue hue, spreading out from the place where Su Huan stood. Starting from above, it was a deep, velvety Prussian blue, majestically descending upon the entire world.

It seemed that everything in the world lost its luster at this moment, yet they gained souls, and all these souls fixed their gaze on the figure at the center.

The boiling battlefield, shooting bullets, burning flames... all sounds were absorbed by this giant blue velvet at this moment, becoming distant and vague, turning into a low, humming background.

The majestic black-armored heavy cavalry also saw Su Huan, and the faces covered under the iron armor finally showed emotions.

Ambiguous low murmurs echoed among the cavalry, their hooves fell restlessly to the ground, pounding out shallow pits.

The soldiers engaged in battle also stopped the muzzles in confusion, turning back to look at the figure that dismantled all order and yet built the world with himself as the center.

The cavalry on the battlefield began to regroup and form a wedge-shaped formation under the lead of a cavalry with a black feather on his head and a black-red banner in hand.

With a roar, the cavalry leader tugged the reins and began a charge, rising over a three-meter-wide trench in just one step.

The intersecting trenches, the chevaux-de-frise defenses, the battlefield fortifications had no effect on him, as if they were vast grasslands, and his momentum grew even more lofty.

Underneath him, the warhorse sprayed hot white breath from its nose and mouth, muscles rolling under its sleek coat like steel tendons, its hooves drumming the ground like war drums, each step beating the deep blue world.

A hundred riders followed behind.

An invisible aura appeared on all of them.

Behind him, Qin Mian’s face changed dramatically, for he had once watched these black-armored knights withstand artillery bombardment using strange air currents.

Some soldiers, barely suppressing their fear, poked their heads out of the trenches and vigorously waved at Su Huan.

The assault rifles in their hands fired at the knights, but all were deflected by the invisible air flow.

In the face of the warriors’ goodwill, Su Huan merely extended his index finger forward.

Suddenly, crackling sounds appeared in the air, as if ripples spread across a pond.

A thick current, like a barrel, shot out from Su Huan’s fingertip, and in the next moment, it expanded like a floodgate, swelling like a torrent with lightning speed, its edges thoroughly turning black.

It tore through space, traversing a thousand-meter battlefield, directly targeting the leading knight in front.

The whole world seemed to crack open, thick jagged fissures wildly expanding, splitting the Eternal Night with unbelievable brutality, tearing everything into absolute black and blinding white in a split second, trenches, tanks, cavalry—all became silhouettes trembling under the raging white light.

Only thin outlines remained.

The cavalry leader’s eyes bulged, struggling to lift the lance in his hand, but the air was dense like liquid, resistance felt solid. Even though he tried his best, he could merely raise the lance a short distance.

And that terrifying lightning had already reached his face.

"Crackle—!!!"

The sound arrived late, appearing when everyone was still immersed in that white light, squeezing everyone’s eardrums and causing hearts to stop abruptly, blood to flow backward.

The earth trembled, the sky groaned.

The air itself emitted painful screams under the lash of the sound waves.

When the sound ceased, the warriors suddenly found those ferocious heavy cavalry had disappeared, along with their horses, armor, those patterns and colors that could withstand artillery, everything vanished like a magic trick.

Even Qin Mian, who had seen Su Huan’s divine power, stood with his mouth opened wide enough to fit a Gangdan.

Su Huan casually returned to the midst of the people, having defeated the cavalry who were fierce individually as Tier One warriors and collectively capable of challenging Tier Three but mere protein in front of him.

Much easier to handle than Evil Anomalies.

Looking at Qin Mian, who stared blankly and muttered to himself.

Su Huan curiously listened to what he was saying.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..."

Shaking his head speechlessly, he patted his shoulder, waking him from a daze, making him instinctively slump down,

"What are you standing there for, waiting for me to buy you an orange?"

Qin Mian looked at the empty ground again, confirmed it wasn’t an illusion, looked at the handsome, gentle train captain in front of him, feeling like he was facing a natural disaster, swallowed, "Brother, you... just, have you always been this powerful?"

"Not really."

"No, I mean," Qin Mian stammered excitedly, "What kind of power is such an impressive attack..."

Su Huan’s eyes moved slightly, "Just a basic attack."

Qin Mian excitedly grabbed his arm, "Does that mean, you can kill them all, instantly?"

"If they gather according to my wishes."

Su Huan replied truthfully.

"I understand!"

Qin Mian suddenly slapped his thigh, leaping out like a rabbit.

Su Huan stood dumbfounded, not knowing what the kid understood.

Casually found a light, hundreds of warm dots evenly illuminated the entire battlefield, soldiers slowly emerged from the trenches, looking blank, shocked, or amazed at the battlefield and the train captain.

Some incredulously walked to the place where the heavy cavalry disappeared, touched the still warm ground until they were scalded to confirm it was real.

Didn’t make Su Huan wait long, led by Qin Mian and Gangdan, a lieutenant colonel was brought over, dark circles thick, eyes bloodshot, he stood straight in front of Su Huan and saluted without a word, his solemn attitude made the train captain a bit uncomfortable.

Fingers rhythmically moved for a moment, placed near his ear.

Although many things were forgotten, just muscle memory made this action sufficiently standard.

The lieutenant colonel reached out his hands, firmly shaking Su Huan’s hand offered.

"I heard about you from Qin Mian, and on behalf of the 892nd Synthetic Brigade, I thank you for your support."

"Comrade!"

This call shocked the train captain a bit.

He couldn’t describe the feeling, but just by these two words, he seemed to recognize the lieutenant colonel in front of him, similar to that note in the Flood Zone underwater laboratory, just two words, made him come here from thousands of miles away.

Su Huan repressed his wandering thoughts and asked, "What’s the situation now, is there anyone who can explain all this to me?"

The lieutenant colonel’s eyes dimmed, "If the regimental commander were here, he might answer your questions, but he died several hours ago, I don’t know much more than they do."

——They, referring to ordinary soldiers like Qin Mian.

Before Su Huan could ask more, the lieutenant colonel continued, "But I’ve contacted the Unified Command Center, they are aware of your arrival, though some matters cannot be communicated, wait until tomorrow morning, I will dispatch a company to escort you to the command center."

Su Huan wanted to decline politely, but seeing the tired expressions on the warriors’ faces, his words turned into "okay."

Having resolved Su Huan’s issue, the lieutenant colonel also sighed in relief.

But his mission continued, after cleaning up here, they were to support the next battlefield.

Su Huan wanted to stay and help clean the battlefield, but was persuaded back to the temporary station by Qin Mian and the others.

It’s a pre-apocalyptic building, a three-storey villa with all the furniture and facilities intact, even water and electricity connected.

From his arrival, it had been about an hour, he couldn’t help but admire the efficiency of the troops.

But the secrets he had dreamed day and night are now within reach, and Su Huan is no longer concerned about momentary enjoyment, standing by the window, quickly falling into contemplation.

When he came back to his senses, six hours had passed.