Chapter 904 - 509: Embers of the Long Night (Part 18)

Deep down, the unease made Recill instinctively want to retreat, but at that moment of distraction, the blade had already landed on him.

Nut felt like time had slowed down; for the first time, she clearly experienced the state of wielding her blade, accompanied by the surge of blood and the rhythm of her heartbeat. The edge sliced through the "gaps" in the air like flowing water, and she could even sense the faint touch of dust colliding with the blade.

In the next instant, the twin blades ferociously slashed at the intensely oppressive figure.

The slashes met no resistance; the twin blades seemed to resonate with her will, slicing with precision and finesse. Yet the fury inside her chest kept pushing her, forcing her strikes to become even swifter, fiercer, and more ferocious!

Seven phantom figures moved in perfect sync with the original body, eight figures and sixteen long blades instantly intermingled to form a dark blade shadow, darker than Eternal Night, more obscure than hell.

Even space seemed to shatter at this moment, leaving only roars emanating from the turbulent chaos.

Wild hunt and roar found their most compatible partner at this moment.

The Domain stacked all the damage together, forcibly interrupting Recill’s retreat, and the body made of white flames became blurred under the blade light.

Watching helplessly as the chaotic ripples landed on him.

But Nut, hearing the retreat order from Elder Marshal through her earpiece, remained unfazed, her blade strikes even more resolute, her short hair like tenacious grass in the wind, her eyes a blazing fire, fierce like the sun.

"Damn!"

The chaotic energy fluctuations landed on Recill, and seeing retreat was impossible, Recill too unleashed the ferocity within. Like being in a blood battle a thousand years ago, he advanced instead of retreating, thick white flames like magma seeped from the blade wounds, tearing apart Nut’s Domain in an instant.

It was like a black pouch enveloping a ball of fire, suddenly leaking from all sides.

The United Command’s highly hoped-for energy interference weapon had little effect, merely showcasing Recill from his formless state.

At the moment Recill decided to fight desperately, the difference in rank became an insurmountable chasm for Nut.

The twin blades seemed to fall into magma; no matter how much strength she used, she couldn’t pull them out. Though not stained by flames, burning pain emerged from within her soul, making her dizzy and her vision blurred.

She could only watch in a daze as the white-flame-burning claw pierced into her head.

Raised on the war theories of Elder Marshal, she never believed in heroes. Even when she evolved to the point of being able to withstand an army, she preferred to trust in collective power.

But at the last moment before death, she silently wavered. Without such a hero, what would happen at the next retreat after United Command left?

How could humans possibly resist such a monstrosity?

She felt her memory growing fuzzy; likely the pale demon was erasing it, but it didn’t matter anymore. She was merely responsible for fighting and only had a superficial understanding of United Command’s operations, let alone Elder Marshal’s retreat plan.

As for this body, it had already been pushed to its limit by [Roar] and subjected to energy assaults and would soon collapse—they would gain nothing.

The command center’s dome currently had no visuals; energy weapons simultaneously disrupted nearby surveillance cameras, leaving only fragmented patches.

But upon communication cessation, Elder Marshal already knew the outcome.

He appeared calm, but that didn’t mean he could calmly accept the loss of his last relative.

"Report, primary sequence personnel have evacuated completely, other sequence personnel are evacuating in order."

"Report..."

"Another pale demon is about to discover our base, should we initiate concealment protocols?"

"Personnel have mostly evacuated."

"Self-destruct program has initiated..."

"..."

Reports from the staff filled the command stage.

"Let him come!"

The old voice interrupted the staff’s reports.

"Let him come!!"

"Let him come!!!"

Elder Marshal roared like a lion.

After a moment of silence, the staff responded calmly, "We understand, Marshal Geng. Take care."

...

Recill frantically searched Nut’s memory for information, his inner unease had evolved into Fear, even robbing him of his senses. He sensed that this unease originated from this human’s memory; he must find it, he must find it, or this unknown Fear would drive him mad.

Finally, after searching for an unknown duration, he finally found a slight piece of information at the edge of Nut’s memory.

Feeling the contents of the information in an instant, even the white flames burning on Recill’s body stiffened, like an abstract painting imprinted in the air.

Slightly raising his head, his cross-shaped pupils unexpectedly flickered with unspeakable terror.

He’s coming.

"You certainly made me search far and wide!"

This fierce but frantic voice came before even the distant azure spread across the horizon.

Even Nut, in her semi-conscious state, heard the voice.

’Who is he?’

’In all the armies, there seems to be no Evolver more powerful than me. Could it be that outsider?’

’Seems like he’s called... Su Huan.’

The command center’s cloudy screens gained color, initially just monotonous blue, then other colors began to appear—a man in camouflage clothing approached from the horizon, freshly grown stubble and battered combat boots exuded powerful untamed wildness.

Within ten kilometers, everyone could hear his voice, and all creatures could sense his emotion.