NOVGO.NET Chapter 383 - 389: Tiebi Battle Group and Xingyuan Battle Group
Chapter 383: Chapter 389: Tiebi Battle Group and Xingyuan Battle Group
Sixty kilometers west of the Broken Blade Frontline stands a steep, black-red mountain. The rocky surface glimmers with metallic cold light under sunlight, as if formed from solidified lava, creating a natural fortress.
The Tiebi Battalion’s base is hidden deep within these red mountains, merging with the surrounding treacherous terrain.
“Haha! Finally, someone is filling the vacancy at the Broken Blade Frontline!”
Rough laughter echoed in the command center. The speaker was Tiebi Battalion commander Luo Yi. This burly man with bronze skin had muscles like forged steel; at the moment, he pressed his single hand on the newly delivered battle report, his eyes filled with relief.
“Old Ji, what’s the background of the Chijin Battlegroup? What’s their strength like?” He turned to his adjutant Ji Liancheng beside him, his fingertips tapping the desk unconsciously.
Ji Liancheng replied in a deep voice, “I just found out that within the Sixth Battle Zone’s hundred battlegroups, Chijin Battlegroup ranks among the lower-middle. The previous commander was Yan Song from the Golden Clan’s Yan Family, but he sadly sacrificed himself a few days ago. Now, taking his place is former Battalion Three commander Qin Tian–but…”
He hesitated, adding a note of gravity in his tone: “This Qin Tian is only a Tier Five Four Stars Spiritualist, but he has a record of slaying a Tier Six Demon, which is why the command elevated him exceptionally.”
“Oh? Tier Five slaying Tier Six?”
Luo Yi raised an eyebrow, his previously relaxed posture tensing instantly. His fingers paused on the desk, his gaze sharp as a blade: “That’s not simple. When I was at Tier Five Four Stars, I wasn’t confident in slaying a Tier Six Demon.”
“Indeed, it’s quite remarkable.” Ji Liancheng agreed, flipping open his portable notebook, “Besides Qin Tian, Chijin Battlegroup has a Tier Six Soul Master; their top combat strength is these two individuals. The battlegroup consists of eight combat battalions, with a total force exceeding four thousand personnel.”
He closed the notebook, looking at Luo Yi: “Although they can’t compare to our Tiebi Battalion, amidst the current surge of Demonic Qi, having such a reinforcements at least eases the pressure on the frontline considerably.”
“Exactly!” Luo Yi slapped his thigh, his face breaking into a smile once more, “With Chijin Battlegroup holding the center, Heiyue Highlands, Broken Blade Frontline, and Red Soil Frontline can be linked seamlessly. I bet, Xia Qi from Xingyuan Battle Group, upon hearing this, can finally sleep peacefully.”
Ji Liancheng gazed at the continuous red mountains outside, whispering with emotion: “In terms of frontline pressure, Xia Qi over there indeed bears a heavier burden than we do.”
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Red Soil Frontline resembles a blood-stained satin ribbon, the dark red soil radiating an eerie glow under the light of the lava, sparse black pines rooting in cracked ground, their trunks turned gray-black by sulfur, moaning in the wind. In the distance, Demonic Qi and volcanic ash entwine into a fog, leaving this land perpetually sunless.
From a high vantage point, Xingyuan Battle Group’s camp looks like a rusted nail, embedded tightly within the folds of Red Soil Frontline. The tent canvas has holes scorched by lava, makeshift defenses covered in charred marks, patrolling warriors dragging heavy steps along the frontline’s edge, their armor scarred denser than starlight, many with heavy, dark circles under their eyes, hands trembling slightly while holding weapons—they haven’t closed their eyes in three days.
In the command center, Xia Qi lay on a sand table strewn with cracks.
His once-proud blond hair now dirty and helter-skelter at his forehead, a patch of thick stubble obscuring what used to be a handsome outline, leaving only bloodshot eyes. He traced the sand table at the “Red Soil Pass” location, its marker blackened by Demonic Qi.
“Commander, Chijin Battlegroup has arrived at the Broken Blade Frontline.” The communications soldier’s raspy voice carried a hint of surprise and ease.
Xia Qi jerked his head up, a glint shining briefly in his bloodshot eyes before being overshadowed by heavy fatigue. He wiped his face, a low laugh escaping between his fingers, mixed with relief and self-mockery: “Not easy, seeing reinforcements sent by command in my lifetime.”
He picked up Chijin Battlegroup’s file again, reviewing it.
Qin Tian, Tier Five Four Stars Spiritualist, Colonel Officer of the Seventh Bureau, known for shooting a Tier Six Magma Demon with a Rune Sniper Rifle and reverse slaying a Tier Six Silver-winged Demon in direct combat.
“Rune Sniper Rifle, wouldn’t that be among the Ten Great Guns?”
Xia Qi murmured to himself, thinking of sniper rifles capable of slaying Tier Six powerhouses, only the legendary Ten Great Guns came to mind.
If it truly is among the Ten Great Guns, then Qin Tian’s value far surpasses that of ordinary Tier Six Spiritualists.
After all, for a Tier Six Spiritualist to slay a Tier Six Demon, even a Golden Level bloodline genius requires several rounds, perhaps even dozens, yet Qin Tian needs only one shot.
In terms of killing efficiency and demon deterrence, it’s incomparable to other spiritualists of the same tier.
“Should his in-hand weapon be true to the Ten Great Guns…” Xia Qi suddenly straightened, excitement dispelling much of his fatigue. He had long heard of the renowned power of the Ten Great Guns, each bearing a legendary record of slaying Tier Seven enemies, and if Qin Tian could truly wield such a Divine Artifact, the weight of the Broken Blade Frontline would be entirely different.
He slapped the document down onto the table, grabbing a transmission stone: “Send five transmission stones to Chijin Battlegroup, I want to speak directly with Commander Qin.”
“Yes!”
Outside, the wind carried red soil past the tent, the heat of the lava unable to extinguish the light rekindled in Xia Qi’s eyes—perhaps this time, the Red Soil Frontline might actually catch a breather.
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Chijin Battlegroup
Inside the tent, Qin Tian reviewed the Tiebi Battalion and Xingyuan Battle Group’s information, which was given to Chijin Battlegroup by command through transmission stones after they settled in, recorded by the information officer.
The documents indicated both Tiebi Battalion and Xingyuan Battle Group boast over eight thousand troops, Xingyuan Battle Group having more than ten thousand personnel, with five Tier Six powerhouses. Their documented strength far exceeds Chijin Battlegroup, ranking them among the top battlegroups in the Sixth Battle Zone.
Neighboring such mighty battlegroups, Chijin Battlegroup certainly feels the pressure, too.
“Commander!”
Lu Sheng’s loud voice cut through from outside the tent, filled with intensity and urgency: “Xingyuan Battle Group has sent someone, their commander wants to have a word with you!”
Oh?
Qin Tian’s eyes flickered; he quickly lifted the curtain and stepped outside.
The camp’s winds still carried the sulfur stench of the Infernal Demon Sea, a soldier in gray-black military garb stood outside the tent, his uniform dotted with dark red stains.
Seeing Qin Tian appear, he promptly snapped his heels together, raising a crisp, standard military salute.
“Commander Qin!” The soldier’s voice rasped from long journey fatigue, yet held a tension of sincerity, “I am Zhao Feng, communications soldier from Xingyuan Battle Group. Knowing Chijin Battlegroup guards the Broken Blade Frontline, our commander Xia Qi wishes to speak with you personally to discuss subsequent defense plans.”
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian nodded and replied:
“No problem, however, for such significant matters, it’s better discussed face to face.”
Face to face?
Zhao Feng froze momentarily, understanding face-to-face talks required one of the two commanders, Qin Tian or Xia Qi, to leave their home camp; should demons attack in their absence, the team without its leader would be immensely vulnerable.
“Let’s go.”
Qin Tian clapped Zhao Feng’s shoulder. With a swing of his hand, a Void Gate opened before them.
Staring at the suddenly torn-open Void Gate, Zhao Feng’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
This is—space teleportation!