Survival of the Nation: I Can Specify the Items That Will Drop

"Retreat!" Tieshan suddenly turned around and punched back two innate masters who were chasing him.

Su Yao slammed her hammer into the city wall, sending up a shower of rubble and forcing back the rushing enemies.

The two men took turns providing cover as they rushed toward the city gate.

"Go! All of you go! We'll cover your retreat!" Su Yao shouted without turning her head, sweeping her warhammer to force back the three innate masters who were chasing her the closest.

Outside the gate, the soldiers began to retreat, and those who had already crowded to the city gate turned around and retreated towards the outside of the city.

Tieshan was the last to rush out of the gate. The blood-red finger of the pursuer behind him struck his back. A flash of purple light, and he staggered a step, but he did not fall.

"Quickly! Provide backup!" The five hundred lords who had been waiting outside the city waved their hands, and dozens of archers immediately stepped forward and unleashed a rain of arrows into the gate.

The innate masters who had chased after them were forced to retreat, and no one dared to show their faces again.

Outside the city gate, dozens of garrison soldiers were pushing a new orc battering ram backward.

Next to the Flying Tiger armored vehicle, the operators, seeing that there were no more of their own soldiers on the winch, quickly pulled the latches to separate the winch from the vehicle.

The chariots were pushed around, crushing the corpses and rubble on the ground, and retreated to the rear of the army.

Throughout the battlefield, the army of Feng Huo Ling retreated like the receding tide, moving quickly but without disorder.

Squads of soldiers took turns providing cover, while archers at the rear retreated and fired as they went, suppressing the demonic sect's pursuers on the city walls.

"Stop chasing! They've retreated!"

On the city wall, a disciple of the Demonic Sect leaned out from the crenellations, paused for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and shouted, "Beacon Fire Territory has retreated! They've retreated!"

"They've withdrawn! They've withdrawn!"

More disciples of the Demonic Sect joined in the shouting.

On the city walls, inside the barbican, and atop the city tower, the disciples of the Blood Abyss Demon Sect cheered like madmen.

Above the city wall, a grandmaster watched the retreating enemy army, sighed, and remained silent.

Only the blood puppets remained standing expressionless atop the city wall, like emotionless statues.

Night Shadow stood atop the highest point of the city wall, his grey robe fluttering in the wind.

His face showed no joy, only a deep and unfathomable solemnity.

...

Three hundred meters above the west gate tower of Blood Nest No. 1, the four Night Shadows gazed at the beacon fire camp stretching for more than ten miles twenty miles away.

As night faded and the morning mist lingered, the fires in the distant camp had already gone out, leaving only wisps of smoke rising in the greyish-white light.

None of the four spoke, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Damn it!"

Li Zhan, being the least patient, was the first to speak.

"It's been three days! Are these nightmare bastards going to fight or not? I haven't had my fill yet!"

Zanghua glanced at him sideways and smiled gently: "Junior Brother Lizhan, now is not the time for you to have your fun. If this continues, our sect's true disciples will be less than two hundred."

"If the number drops below one hundred... even with ten years left, we won't be able to gather enough for the next general conscription."

She turned to look at Night Shadow, her smile deepening.

"You agree, right, Senior Brother Nightshade? Being the commander-in-chief isn't easy these days. The sect leader is probably already throwing cups in protest."

Chongshan glanced at Zanghua and said in a deep voice, "This cannot be entirely blamed on Yeying. The power of the other plane is too strong. According to the information from other branch sects, the Nightmare Lord should have only recently emerged in this plane."

It's the first time I've seen someone so strong from birth. It's highly likely that this being is a key target of Nightmare Origin's support, with the potential to break through level sixty.

"Once this interdimensional war ends, we must report the intelligence of this dimension to the main sect as soon as possible, and then ambush the enemy lord on the Eternal Night Battlefield."

Ye Ying didn't respond to that question, but instead asked, "Chongshan, in these three days, has the other side really made absolutely no move?"

Chongshan shook his head: "No, they've been resting and reorganizing since their retreat, and haven't sent troops to attack other blood nests. It's like they're waiting for something."

"Waiting for what?" Li Zhan sneered. "Waiting to die? The enemy's level 30 combat power has also suffered heavy losses, and they basically pose no threat to us anymore."

The only reason they're not retreating is because that Lin fellow is afraid of being questioned by their lord when he gets back, so he's lingering and doesn't dare to leave, don't you think, Nightshade?

Upon hearing this, Zanghua seemed intrigued, twirling her hair with her fingers and covering her mouth with a soft laugh.

"That young master Lin is so handsome and a skilled commander. If their lord were a woman, she probably wouldn't have the heart to punish him; she might even have comforted him."

Li Zhan laughed heartily: "What if that lord is his biological father? Then your Young Master Lin would be even more safe!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Night Shadow, seemingly unintentionally.

Zanghua laughed along, "Isn't that even better? Young Master Lin is handsome and has a good background, which makes me even more fascinated. Sigh, why didn't I have such a good father?"

The two sang in unison, but Night Shadow seemed not to hear them at all, still staring at the distant Beacon Fire Camp.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Zanghua and Lizhan were bored and stopped talking. The air between them grew cold again.

At that moment, hundreds of figures suddenly rose up from the Beacon Fire camp.

The flock of silver-white ice-winged griffins flew towards Blood Nest No. 1 like a torrent.

The expressions of the four people changed simultaneously.

"Here it comes!" Li Zhan suddenly made a hand seal.

In the city below, more than 170 Blood Puppet Grandmasters, like puppets on strings, opened their eyes at the same time and soared into the sky. More than 20 normal Grandmasters also took to the air one after another, standing in the back.

Nightshade's pupils contracted slightly.

When the flying legion of the Beacon Fire Territory stopped 1,500 meters away from them, he could see the information of the four people at the front.

【Jiang Zhaoyue - Nightmare Knight - Level 49】

【Jiang Yelan - Nightmare Knight - Level 49】

【Zhou Guosheng, Nightmare Knight, Level 49】

【Lin Feng·???·???】

The first three were all level 49 Nightmare Knights. As for Lin Feng, he was probably carrying some special equipment that could conceal information, and he was most likely not yet level 49.

After all, according to intelligence, a Nightmare Lord in a low-level plane can only have a maximum of three Nightmare Knights.

But the other party was not only a commander, but also had better equipment than a level 49 Nightmare Knight, so it's no wonder that Li Zhan and Zang Hua suspected that he was the son of the Nightmare Lord.

But that's not the point. The point is... the opponent's level 30 combat power sent a chill down Nightshade's spine.

Five hundred level 30 elite units rode on the backs of ice-winged griffins, followed by two hundred and forty rare units of level 35 and above.

Even more outrageous was that some of the faces he clearly remembered had died on the battlefield a few days earlier, yet now they were standing alive in the ranks, their equipment brand new.

There's a problem! This nightmare dimension has a huge problem!

After the war ends, you must report to the sect leader immediately.

Nightfall suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and his face remained calm.

He glanced at the three people beside him out of the corner of his eye. Li Zhan's fierce expression had softened somewhat, and Zang Hua's smile had also become a little stiff.

Chongshan's expression grew increasingly grim; they had clearly also discovered that the other party could be resurrected.

Night Shadow drifted forward a few meters, cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Feng, and spoke in a calm tone without a trace of abnormality.

"Commander Lin, the Blood Abyss Sect agrees to your conditions from a few days ago."

"I only hope that Commander Lin will keep his promise and, once he obtains the shattered Heart of the Plane, immediately lead his army away from the Blood Abyss Plane."

Lin Feng's voice came from afar, tinged with a smile: "Commander Ye, rest assured, I, Lin Feng, always value my reputation."

"Moreover, after breaching the core of the plane, our army only has twenty days to withdraw. After twenty days, the interdimensional war will be over. Even if I wanted to cause some trouble, I wouldn't have the time."

Nightshade nodded: "That would be best. Everyone, please follow me."

After saying that, he turned around, his figure transforming into a gray afterimage, and flew towards the east.

Behind him, Li Zhan's lips twitched.

"Oh shit."

He cursed under his breath, the veins on his hand gripping the knife bulging, but he didn't pull it out.

Faced with the overwhelming strength of the Beacon Fire Army, no matter how arrogant he was, he knew when to sheathe his sword.

He snorted heavily, a surge of blood-red light appeared beneath his feet, and he followed.

Zanghua sighed softly, her moon-white dress fluttering in the wind.

"How...boring."

She said it was boring, but she didn't hesitate and followed Ye Ying eastward.

Chongshan sheathed the broken stele sword behind him and followed silently.

More than 170 Blood Puppet Grandmasters, more than 20 normal Grandmasters, and hundreds of Black Feather Kites, like a dark red cloud, followed the four people and flew eastward.

Lin Feng watched their departing figures, the smile on his lips remaining unchanged.

"Keep up."

He gave the order in a low voice.

Behind them, the flying army of five hundred ice-winged griffon knights and two hundred and forty rare units followed closely like a silver-white torrent.

The demonic sect disciples on the west gate of Blood Nest No. 1 looked up at the sky until the silver torrent completely disappeared into the horizon. Only then did someone plop down on the ground and let out a long breath.

As everyone knows, this bloody battle that has lasted for many days is finally coming to an end.

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