Chapter 5390 of the Dragon King Order
A young warrior gripped his spear tightly and shouted to his comrades, “Brothers, evil spirits are killing our comrades and destroying our homes. We must not surrender! Fight them!”
“Fight!” the soldiers shouted in unison, raising their weapons, their eyes gleaming with determination.
The civilians under the city walls also heard Liu Kun’s orders and immediately cheered frantically.
“We will not surrender! Even if it means death, we will live and die with the Divine Capital!”
“Liu Kun the traitor! We must kill the traitor and fight the evil spirits!”
“People of the Divine Clan, take up arms and defend the Divine Capital!”
In an instant, the citizens of the Divine Capital drew their weapons and stood shoulder to shoulder with the soldiers of the Guardian Legion, forming a human wall.
Although they were citizens of the Divine Kingdom, they were also powerful cultivators of the Divine Clan.
From childhood to adulthood, the cultivators of the Divine Clan will never bow down to anyone.
Liu Kun stared at the scene before him, feeling mixed emotions.
He only wanted power. He never considered betraying the Divine Kingdom, let alone allowing the people of the Divine Capital to fall into the hands of evil spirits. But now, he was in a difficult situation.
“You… you are looking for death!”
Liu Kun roared, but he did not dare to order the people to act.
Seeing that the city gates were not opening, the Soul Eater lost his patience and roared: “If you do not accept my offer, you will be punished! The entire army will attack and level the City of Gods!”
“Kill!”
One hundred thousand demon souls roared in unison, charging towards the gates of the City of Gods like a black tide.
Although the city gates did not open, cracks soon appeared due to the vicious attacks of the demonic souls.
“Brothers, hold the city gates!” The Zhenguo Corps leader swung his sword and cut down the demon souls that were climbing the city gates.
The soldiers followed suit, attacking the demon spirits with spears, swords, bows, and arrows. Civilians joined the fight, some even embracing the demon spirits and exploding themselves, perishing together.
An old woman, holding a demon spirit, cursed with all her remaining strength, “Bastard demon! Even if I die, I will take you with me!”
Then, he blew himself up.
Cultivating to the Earth Immortal realm was indeed an achievement, but the citizens of the Divine Capital would rather destroy themselves than surrender.
A young mother hides her child in a gap in the city wall while she, armed with a magic sword, attacks the evil spirits, crying out, “My child, forgive me for not being able to be with you until you grow up!”
Blood stained the bricks and stones of the city walls, and corpses lay in heaps.
The soldiers and civilians of the Protector Legion fought bravely, one by one, falling again and again, but not one retreated.
They sacrificed their lives, demonstrating their loyalty to the Divine Kingdom.
Liu Kun, standing on the city wall, witnessed the tragic scene before him, his heart filled with regret and pain.
She covered her face, tears streaming down her face. “It’s my fault… I hurt you…”
Xue Wuying stood nearby, a beaming smile on her face. She took out a black gourd and gently drew the souls of the fallen soldiers and civilians into it.
These souls, filled with a strong sense of revenge, are the perfect material for cultivating demonic power.
“Hahaha, great! Fantastic! So many souls, enough for me to achieve a breakthrough!”
Xue Wuying’s laughter was filled with madness and cruelty.
Half an hour later, the gates of the Divine Capital were finally breached by the demonic spirits.
Without the barrier of the gate, the demonic spirits poured into the Divine Capital like a tide, slaughtering civilians and soldiers alike.
The streets were filled with cries, screams, and the sounds of battle, littered with burning houses and fallen bodies.
The Divine Capital, the prosperous capital of the Sixth Heaven, was instantly transformed into a living hell.
Liu Kun limped along the road, watching the familiar scenery change beyond recognition, watching people die tragically under the butcher’s knife of the demon spirit, the guilt and despair in his heart reached its peak.