Chapter 211: Dawn of the Kingdom

Chapter 211: Dawn of the Kingdom

Many years later, Iron Sae would still remember that day.

He originally thought it was just a routine mission for the Martial Arts Association, but he didn’t expect it to be the entrance to the Asura Purgatory.Follow the latest novels on no/velbin(.)com

The association told him that several adventurers had died in a strange place in the northern new continent.

Death is part of the adventure, but the person who killed the adventurers strung their bodies on long spears, exposed them to the wind and sun, and used them for demonstration and ridicule.

The surviving adventurers escaped and asked the association to go and rescue their trapped companions, and bring back the bodies of three adventurers to let their souls return to their homeland.

After discussions between Salt City and Yao City, it was decided to carry out the rescue and hand it over to the Martial Arts Association.

Before this, there had never been such a brutal and blatant evil act, which was not only a contempt and blasphemy of human life, but also a direct provocation to Yao City and Salt City.

The perpetrators were a rebel army equipped with armor and weapons, with a well-organized formation and a large number of people, indicating that their ambitions were not small.

The task this time is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, bring back the bodies of the other three, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people.

Iron Sae arrived at the tavern in the northern new continent and met another person.

The other person was wearing armor and a coarse robe on the outside. Iron Sae recognized the Ghost Armor at a glance and learned that the other person was indeed a ghost.

The ghost’s name was Yao Pu, she was a senior physician with the ability to heal. This time, she not only wanted to bring back the bodies, but also wanted to awaken the three souls and bring them back to Salt City.

Through the Ghost Armor, Yao Pu made a crackling sound and asked, "What are you good at?"

Iron Sae honestly said, "I am good at writing and drawing maps, but I don’t have much combat experience."

"It’s okay, I’ve got you. Don’t be fooled by the fact that I’m a physician, I often fight sandworms and cannibal crabs. After they get injured, I heal them."

Yao Pu tapped her chest with her finger armor, making a clanging sound.

"Then, I’ll need your help." Iron Sae said.

It’s always good to have a friend to rely on when you’re away from home.

"And there’s another martial artist." Yao Pu asked, "Do you know who it is?"

Iron Sae said he didn’t know either.

The task was urgent because the trapped individuals could be in danger at any moment, and the bodies could be completely destroyed at any time. The association immediately issued the task directly to the martial artists who stayed in Salt City, selecting the three of them.

"Let’s go outside and meet at the tavern." Iron Sae suggested.

The two of them walked out of the tavern.

Yao Pu noticed a Fighting Beetle gnawing on a potato at the door and seemed very interested. "I didn’t expect someone here to be able to tame this guy."

Iron Sae explained, "It’s not tamed, it’s a companion on the journey."

"Is this your mount? I can’t tell, you’ve got some skills." Yao Pu said with respect.

"It’s not a mount... it’s a companion." Iron Sae emphasized.

Many people regard the Fighting Beetle as a high-level horse or a transcendent combat beast, but that’s not the case. They are warriors who pursue adventure.

This Fighting Beetle originally followed the gourmet Nong Chan, but later Nong Chan went to Sanilo to become a chef, so he entrusted the Fighting Beetle to Iron Sae to continue their adventure.

Iron Sae suddenly noticed a person standing next to the tavern.

The person was wrapped in an old cotton coat and wore a felt hat. He looked very old, with a bulging bag on his back, and his right arm was tightly wrapped in dense bandages, as if he was injured.

As an artist, he had never felt so heavy before.

One day, the fearless empire seemed to lose patience and began to attack the defense line frantically. Giant crossbows on the backs of sand lizards fired pillar-shaped crossbow shells, causing chaos on the defense line with explosions one after another.

The imperial legion launched round after round of bombing and arrow rain. The front-line spear and shield soldiers kept pushing forward, engaging in close combat with the Wuzi warriors.

Iron Seal saw with his own eyes that two Wuzi people were pierced through their bodies, burning all over, and in the last moment, they desperately rushed out of the front line towards the enemy, wanting to explode among the enemy. But in a moment, they were shot down by the imperial spears and fire arrows, exploding into pieces.

Every time an imperial soldier killed a Wuzi person, they swarmed to collect the fragments from the bodies, which were invaluable spoils of war to them.

After that day, Iron Seal never saw Wuguo again.

Iron Seal drew one painting after another, recording everything he saw: the brave and timid Wuzi people, the soldiers crazily looting and laughing at the bodies, the self-exploding runners, the fawning surrenderers, and many more unknown soldiers who stood on the defense line without retreating.

These were all scenes he had never seen before.

In the world under the protection of God Yao, there had never been such a tragic sight.

Iron Seal used to think that the life-and-death struggle with transcendent beings was the cruelest test, poverty and misery were the unfortunate prologue of life, and the most regretful result was to seek and not obtain.

Now he found that these were nothing at all.

True cruelty had no limits, and even anger became meaningless, only making people feel powerless and insignificant.

Iron Seal began to paint desperately without stopping for a moment. He wanted to record all the most real scenes here, to tell the Yao Clan’s compatriots what had happened here, and to use paper and pen to remember the collapsing giant arches and the dying Wuzi people...

He fell into a state of selflessness.

The sheets of paper were connected, and the paintings seemed to come to life.

The dead Wuzi warriors stood up from the paper, with stiff, dark faces smiling. The warriors waved to him and then rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

The hand holding the charcoal pen was ground to the point of bleeding, and this blood merged into the painting.

In a daze, he saw Wuguo.

Wuguo spoke for the first time and said to him happily, "My friend, we have won. Our kingdom has won this great war of defending the country! Please paint another painting for us."

Iron Seal smiled and said, "Okay, okay, that’s great. I’ll paint it right away."

...

When he woke up again, Iron Seal felt like he had lost his soul.The physician Yao Pu spoke amidst a crackling static, "You were nearly at death’s door. Can painting really kill a person? Fortunately, I brought plenty of herbs and managed to bring you back."

Old Salt Long looked towards Tie Sai with admiration, "He has surpassed himself and has come to understand his own abilities here. Those paintings are remarkable masterpieces."

"Do these paintings have a name?"

Tie Sai was silent for a moment, "They are called ’Dawn of the Kingdom.’"

He hoped that the darkness would eventually disperse.

"That’s a good name."

Salt Long spoke with a grave expression, "The gods have issued a Divine Oracle; the Blood Knight is preparing the Legion of the Corrupted. The true counterattack is about to begin, and the war will soon end. Our mission has also been officially sanctioned."

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us go and rescue our kin."

Tie Sai nodded vigorously.

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