Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 320
Telegram From Western Capital: The Ancient Capital's Black Alert!
In the dead of night, the salty sea breeze of Shanghai carried a chilly, biting moisture as it swept through towering skyscrapers. Brilliant neon lights illuminated the wet asphalt streets, painting a scene of prosperity akin to an unended dream. Yet, this fragile peace was merely a thin veneer masking a cataclysmic tempest on the verge of swallowing everything whole.
“Oong————!”
Suddenly, a piercing crimson alarm siren shrieked to life. This deafening howl was not from any ordinary siren; it was an emergency frequency directly linked to the national defense magic grid. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky above Shanghai was dyed an overwhelming, terrifying blood red. Columns of energy erupted from spatial defense towers, shooting straight into the stratosphere to forge a colossal glass dome encasing the entire metropolis.
Inside the General Command Headquarters at the city center, the atmosphere was thick and taut like a snapping bowstring.
Lin Feng stood beside the holographic strategic sand table, which displayed the global mana distribution map. His gaze was sharp as a blade, his brow slightly furrowed as he sensed the abnormal turbulence of the spatial magnetic field in the west.
“Ring... ring... ring!”
The encrypted, top-security telephone rang with frantic urgency. Without waiting for the communications officer beside him to react, Lin Feng reached out and slammed his hand down on the receive button.
Instantly, a brilliant sapphire light burst forth, projecting a three-dimensional image of the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Military Commission—General Trần Quốc Hoành. The face of the veteran general, who had weathered a hundred battles, was drained of all color, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his uniform disheveled as if he had just emerged from a brutal engagement.
“Major General Lin Feng!” General Trần Quốc Hoành’s voice was hoarse, carrying a trembling rarity for a seasoned veteran: “The situation in the Western Capital... is in extreme peril! Three hours ago, an anomalous, unnatural blood rain shrouded the entire Western Capital plains!”
Lin Feng stepped forward, his voice steady yet carrying an oppressive majesty that made the surrounding space feel as though it were freezing over: “Report the details, General! Where is the barrier of the Ancient Capital? Where is the millennium-old fortification defense system of the continent?”
General Trần Quốc Hoành gritted his teeth, waving his hand to channel a surge of spiritual power, transmitting real-time frontline video footage directly into the conference room.
The holographic projection instantly magnified, revealing a tragedy of unimaginic horror.
On the screen, the Western Capital—the majestic, millennium-old ancient city—was currently submerged in an opaque, bloody red. The raindrops were not water, but thick, congealed fresh blood, reeking of profound death qi and boundless resentment. Each drop of blood rain fell upon the Light Rock barrier—that sturdy protective energy shield that had weathered countless beast tides—only to emit screeching, corrosive hissing sounds.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Shattered shards of transparent barrier cracked like glass struck by immense impact. From deep beneath the earth, where the bones of millions of figures from past feudal dynasties were buried, pale, rotting hands wrapped in black mud clawed their way upward. Millions, no, tens of millions of restless specters, ghouls, and headless vengeful spirits shrieked hair-raising cries, frantically tearing at the ancient city walls.
“Report! The concentration of acid and resentment in the blood rain exceeds the tolerance limit of the Light Rock barrier by 300%. The southern wall has developed a fifty-meter-long fracture! The frontline defense squad fought to the last man, leaving not even a skeleton behind!”
A communications officer’s heart-rending scream echoed from the other end of the line before being swallowed by the deafening roar of a Monarch-tier Corpse Monster.
“Over twenty million residents, students, and compatriots living in the Western Capital...” General Trần Quốc Hoành took a deep breath, his aged eyes bloodshot with rage and helplessness: “...are facing the threat of total slaughter if the barrier collapses entirely within the next six hours!”
The conference room plunged into a dead silence. Twenty million lives! That figure weighed as heavy as Mount Tai, pressing down on the soul of every soldier bearing the national emblem and the mission of protecting humanity.
Lin Feng did not utter a word, but his fists clenched so tightly that his joints popped. Surging killing intent burst forth autonomously from his body, transforming into dark purple lightning bolts swirling around the base of the strategic table, warping and distorting the surrounding air.
At that moment, the warning chime shifted to a deep, resonant pitch that echoed through the three realms:
“Supreme Alert! Supreme Alert!”
“The Supreme Military Council and General Command have officially promulgated an emergency decree:”
“BLACK ALERT—The highest danger level in the history of the magical alliance, activated only when facing national extinction and the collapse of a superpower metropolis!”
The voice of the central AI system rang out cold and decisive, like a verdict of life and death. On the main screen, the crimson words `BLACK ALERT` flashed incessantly, glaringly spine-chilling.
General Trần Quốc Hoành locked eyes with Lin Feng, raising his hand in a crisp, solemn military salute, his voice carrying the entrusted lives of tens of millions of souls:
“Major General Lin Feng! The General Command formally issues the supreme combat order: You are granted absolute authority as Commander-in-Chief of the Frontline Reinforcement Forces! All airship magic fleets, armored divisions, and elite archmage divisions are placed under your direct command!”
“Your orders: Within precisely six hours, you must arrive at the Western Capital battlefield, mend the heavens, extinguish the blood tide, and defend the Western Capital Ancient Capital!”
“Understood!” Lin Feng did not hesitate for a single second, his ringing reply sharp as iron and steel. The majesty and aura of the realm’s supreme powerhouse condensed into an invisible force that shook the entire General Command building.
Just as the order was given, the conference room doors slid open automatically.
Tang Yue and Mu Ningxue stepped inside with blistering speed. Both had already donned their full battle regalia.
Tang Yue wore a deep crimson leather armor that clung tightly to her voluptuous yet formidable figure, supreme flames dancing lightly across her slender shoulders, her phoenix eyes sharp as scalpels, radiating the fiery zeal of an inferno ready to burn down any enemy daring to block her path.
Beside her, Mu Ningxue wore an ethereal yet coldly detached frost cape. The ice spiritual power around her condensed into snowflake crystals sharp as razor-blades, plunging the room’s temperature below freezing in an instant. Her freezing, peerless, yet unwavering visage showed not a single ripple of hesitation at the grim news of the disaster.
“Lin Feng, we’ve received the system notification,” Tang Yue stepped right beside him, the corners of her lips curling into a haughty, resolute smile: “It seems those maggots underground in Western Capital have slept too long, forgetting what our thunder and wrath feel like.”
Mu Ningxue said little, merely nodding slightly as her ice sword rang with a crystal-clear chime: “My frost is ready to freeze the entire blood tide. Just give the order.”
Seeing the two women who had always stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him through life and death, the corners of Lin Feng’s mouth twitched, sparks of towering battle intent igniting in his eyes.
“Good.” Lin Feng spun around, waving his hand as a spatial force tore through the air, summoning a deep blue military cloak bearing the marshal insignia out of his spatial ring and draping it directly over his shoulders.
cascading torrents of stellar spiritual power surged forth, fusing with lightning and divine divine arts, driving his presence to a realm that caused the surrounding space to tremble and fracture.
He stepped out onto the grand balcony of the general command, looking up at the western night sky—where streaks of blood-red lightning blanketed a vast expanse of heaven, echoing with growls rising from the nethermost abysses.
A fierce gale whipped the edges of Lin Feng’s cloak violently in the dark night. He raised his head to gaze straight into the stormy gloom, his deep, resonant voice carrying a sovereign might that commanded the world:
“A millennium of Western Capital, twenty million compatriots are waiting for the light...”
“I will never allow anyone, any dark faction, to turn the Ancient Capital into a mass grave for humanity!”
“All forces... Move out!”
“Boom————!”
A colossal pillar of lightning imbued with chaotic colors ripped open the clouds above Shanghai, sweeping three figures into three brilliant streaks of light that soared toward the Western Capital at speeds far exceeding the speed of sound, officially igniting the fiercest battle in history against the undead cataclysm!