Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

Chapter 557 - 558: A Beam of Sword Light, Slaughtering Twenty Thousand [7/7 Seeking Subscriptions]

Atop the warship, the other four marshals and over ten generals all wore solemn expressions. They knew that the Martial God had arrived.

At that moment, Hai’er suddenly sighed, approached a female general, and lowered his voice. "Once we change our clothes, let’s take an escape pod and leave immediately!"

The female general, also from the Iron Wolf Dynasty, was taken aback. "Why should we leave?"

"If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late." Hai’er’s eyes flashed with shock as he continued, "Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been first in every competition. You need to trust me. From my perspective, if Wu Tian arrives late, the Dragon Dynasty could be destroyed. But if he arrives early, it won’t be the Dragon Dynasty that gets annihilated, but us."

The female general was dumbfounded. How could the European Union’s mighty army be unable to defeat a single person? She found it hard to believe and whispered, looking down, "Hai’er, do you really believe that?"

Throughout history, even among the strongest experts, no one could possibly be this powerful. Although Wu Tian’s reputation as the Martial God was widespread, who would believe he could stand against the aerial forces of several dynasties by himself?

Hai’er let out a sigh and spoke resolutely, "You have to believe me. Let’s sneak away while no one has noticed." He paused, then added, "Trust my judgment. I could walk and talk at birth, started university at three, and by eighteen, I had won countless awards and become a Major General. It took me three years to become the first marshal of the Iron Wolf Dynasty. Believe me! I am not wrong!"

The female general’s expression shifted several times before she said hesitantly, "But our allies, these soldiers..."

"At a time like this, why bother with them?" Hai’er gave a faint smile. "There’s a poem from the Dragon Dynasty that I am fond of.

"Drunkenly, I trimmed the wick to look at my sword; in a dream, I heard the horns echo through the linked camps. Roasted meat was shared among the divisions, the sound of fifty lutes played tunes of the frontier; troops were mustered on the autumn battlefield. My steed galloped as swift as the legendary Dilu, my bow sang like a clap of thunder. I fight to achieve my monarch’s ambitions and win fame for myself, both in life and after death. But alas, how pitiable to see my hair turn white!"

He finished, adding, "I am only in my twenties, yet I’m already tired!"

The female general was startled, but then she nodded, deciding to sneak away with Hai’er later.

「」

As for the other four marshals, they had no idea what Hai’er was planning. They included: Wi Long, a descendant of Eisenhower from the Hua Sheng Dynasty; Zhu Malin, a descendant of Zhukov; Schleck, a descendant of Stein; and Merle, a descendant of the Desert Fox.

They all bellowed out their military orders, "Lads, this land of the Dragon Dynasty is said to contain countless mineral resources, untold gold, and innumerable beauties! As long as we can conquer it, the profits you share will be immense. The Dragon Dynasty’s houses will be yours, rent-free! Their women, yours for the taking! Everyone, kill!"

Their words were direct, but that was precisely why they roused the soldiers’ ferocity to its peak.

One of the marshals, Wi Long, commanded, "The Martial God has arrived. A portion of you will intercept him, while the rest bomb Longjing! Disregard civilians and officials—kill them all! Raze Longjing to the ground. Once it’s over, even if the Martial God shows up, he will be powerless to turn the tide!"

"Yes!"

Following Wi Long’s command, the pilots in the warplanes at the front immediately forgot the terror induced by the Martial God’s name and dived toward the ground to begin their bombing runs.

In just a few moments, Longjing was pockmarked with craters. Skyscrapers were reduced to rubble. Most of the common people had already fled to safety, but the real estate speculators were weeping. They had borrowed money from banks to build those skyscrapers, selling for so much per square meter, and for what? For speculation, of course! Housing wasn’t for living; it was for flipping! Now, the skyscrapers were all gone. What about the money they owed the banks?

"If only I had known, I would have sold at a low price."

"What are we going to do now?"

The real estate tycoons were on the verge of tears.

Finally, a group of aerial fighters discovered the Lord of the Four Seas, Zhu Jide, and other elders of the Dragon Dynasty atop the Great Wall. The fighters immediately ascended toward them, knowing that if the Lord of the Four Seas and the others died by their hands, their rewards would be even greater.

"It is not that we people of the Dragon Dynasty do not fear death!" roared the Lord of the Four Seas, Zhu Jide, and the other leaders. "But we have pride! We will not simply die because you wish it! The Dragon Dynasty will not be humiliated!"

Leading the Dragon Dynasty’s armies, they fought back.

「」

Meanwhile, Wu Tian had already arrived at Longjing. Between him and the Lord of the Four Seas, however, a swarm of fighters blocked the way.

"Stop him!" On the battleship, Zhu Malin, the descendant of Zhukov, shouted fiercely.

Immediately, twenty thousand aerial fighters formed a battle array and moved to intercept Wu Tian. The pilots of these fighters were from a suicide squad personally trained by Zhu Malin, a unit that struck fear into the hearts of the various European dynasties. Piloting their ultra-modern fighters, Zhu Malin was confident they could cut down any god or buddha who stood in their way.

At that moment, twenty thousand fighters moved in a uniform battle formation toward Wu Tian, their combined presence unleashing a powerful aura. No renowned army in history would have dared to charge such a force.

But Wu Tian was different. He simply smiled and charged straight at them.

The soldiers within the 20,000 fighters were cold-faced, certain they could stop Wu Tian. They were individually fierce, and combined with their advanced aircraft, they believed themselves invincible and unstoppable. Anything that tried to breach their defensive line would be destroyed, leaving only their life behind. This wasn’t blind confidence but a belief forged from their combat record. It was also because they were soldiers trained using Zhukov’s methods.

And who was Zhukov? In the world rankings of marshals, Zhukov was number one. In a bygone era, he was the general who had commanded the most battles, on the largest scales, across the widest areas, with the most diverse troop types, and had achieved the most victories. His number-one ranking was undisputed worldwide.

As Wu Tian finally closed in, the 20,000 fighters opened fire simultaneously. Beams of light from their laser cannons tore through the air toward him.

With a flick of his hand, Qiao’er, the scabbard from the Nine Dragon Ring, appeared in his grasp. He activated its ’World’s Number One Defensive Move,’ and all the beams of light were instantly absorbed into the scabbard, where they dissipated into nothingness.

At the same time, Wu Tian raised the scabbard high as if it were a sword.

"Annihilation Slash!"

This was one of Wu Tian’s Martial Arts Techniques. He aimed it at the 20,000 fighters blocking his path.

In a mere instant, a sword beam tens of thousands of meters long lashed out. The radiance was so terrifyingly brilliant that no one could believe their eyes.

BOOM!

With a single slash, 20,000 fighters exploded simultaneously. The light from the blasts illuminated the night sky, turning it as bright as day.

Wu Tian’s figure did not pause, continuing to surge forward at breakneck speed.

Everyone else was left utterly dumbstruck.