Apocalypse Gachapon

Chapter 860: Capturing alive

Even if he had come here before, he was still shocked when he returned.

Maybe the Posthumous people were backward. They still followed their system. Perhaps it was because of their leadership, who didn’t advance with the times. Or perhaps it was because Saint Light Hall attacked them. Those who lived in the city still lived their dreams and cared more about money.

But this city, which took many years to build, still showed how majestic a civilization was.

Some thoughts appeared in his mind. Even if he came, could he change their ending? Would this Imperial City be like those dynasties on Earth, turning into rubble as their civilization and system were wiped out, turning into things in history books and being evaluated by people in the future? One could only look back at them with regret and sadness.

“Zhongming, wait here. I will head back to discuss this with them. Don’t worry. Although I can’t promise you anything, there is hope. Don’t be anxious.”

Hong Xiang knew that Ye Zhongming wouldn’t enter even if he asked. Although both sides could work together, they had to be wary of one another. Setting up camp outside was the best choice.

He really wanted to work with Ye Zhongming now. He had witnessed Ye Zhongming and his men’s strength. If Posthumous people and Saint Light Hall were two different civilizations, then Ye Zhongming and his world differed from Saint Light Hall.

In such a race survival battle, Hong Xiang recognized that Ye Zhongming was the hope of the Posthumous people.

Ye Zhongming saw Hong Xiang leave and could only wait while crafting equipment.

Many guards appeared on the city walls, and they watched nervously.
There were too many people.

Hong Xiang entered the Imperial City meeting hall. He had informed the Kings to gather inside.

The moment he entered, he saw many people. He glanced at them, and his expression wasn’t good.

There were seven kings, six excluding him, but there were only four here.

“Where is King Black Wall and King Simu?”

Hong Xiang used his power to call for this combined meeting. To him, this concerned the Posthumous people’s survival; everyone should pay attention to it. That was because the Saint Light Hall had already attacked them.

But there were only five kings here. Based on the Posthumous peopleʼs rules, most of them needed to agree on big decisions. He needed at least four kings to agree if they were to work with Ye Zhongming. Those kings who weren’t here would be considered people who disagreed.

This meant that there were two opposing votes before negotiations began. If two of these four kings disagreed, this cooperation would fail.

Three of the seven kings were level eight, and four were level seven when Ye Zhongming was here last time.

Black Pillar, Flame Dove, and Ling Kun were level eight. Neal, Hong Xiang, Han Zishan, and Yue Hong were level seven.

Now that Hong Xiang broke through, there were four level seven and four level eight.

“Their tribes faced the Saint Hall army and headed back to command the situation.”

Flame Dove looked at Hong Xiang and said calmly.

That sentence didn’t seem wrong, as it was what these kings should do.

But Hong Xiang’s face sank. Although the other kings had known about this previously, they were also numb to it.

The Posthumous people had never gained victory against the Saint Light Hall, but there was something worthy of praise.

The Imperial City had never been taken down.

To the Light Saint Hall, the Posthumous people’s Imperial City position wasn’t a secret. Many of the final battles of the various wars took place here.

The Posthumous people had lost all their land several times and were only left with one Imperial City.

But the Imperial City had never fallen.

At the start of every fight, the Posthumous people, who knew that they would lose, focused all their strength on the Imperial City. They used their natural defensive advantage to fight back.

Not only could they drag the Saint Hall into a siege battle that they didn’t want to fight in, but they could also preserve the Posthumous people’s strength and not let the tribes be taken one by one.

The Imperial City was the only place they could rely on the walls to fight.

Now, everyone knew that the Light Saint Hall had invaded, so they should be moving most tribes, especially the strongest king-race tribes, into the Imperial City to fight them there.

Saint Hall wasn’t stupid and was far smarter than the Posthumous people. They knew what skills the Posthumous people had. They had to clear the tribes on the outskirts of the Posthumous peopleʼs territory and even sent some forces to wrap around and delay them from returning to the Imperial City.

The Posthumous people could only react to such a situation by running!

These tribes had many people, so they used the old and weak to delay the Saint Light Hall’s chase and cover the retreat of the others. When needed, they would use some warriors to break out.

The Imperial City would normally send some people to receive them but not help them as that would only allow Saint Light Hall to kill more people. Their airforce might appear at any moment to deal a heavy blow to them.

If they couldn’t leave, they would be abandoned. After all, the Saint Light Hall wouldn’t have too much ability to crush each tribe. Most of the King tribe members could get back to the Imperial City.

Everyone would use this method to abandon some people to deal with Saint Light Hall’s attacks.

But this time, the two kings didn’t follow the best method that previous sacrifices had concluded. Did they go to lead their own tribes?

What were they doing? Did they think they could do whatever they wanted just because they were kings? Kings were the core power to defend the Imperial City. What if they were killed if they were outside?

Hong Xiang was furious. These two kings were taking a risk. They knew that they were unlucky for their tribes to get targeted. At the same time, they knew that if they followed the previous methods, their tribe would be badly damaged even if some of them managed to survive. The tribe was their greatest support. How many kings had lost their positions because their tribes were wiped out?

They were afraid of losing their positions! And thus lose the giant interests that they would otherwise have!

From their personal point of view, this was undeniable. But when the entire Posthumous race faced the risk of being wiped out, their choice was too selfish.

Hong Xiang knew the two kings wouldn’t return to the Imperial City. If they saved their tribe, they would remain outside and wait until Saint Light Hall and Imperial City completed their final battle. They would think that the Imperial City could be defended. Once the war ended, they could still return and regain their positions. They would even have more power since the other tribes suffered losses. Due to the power imbalance, they would obtain more power and interests!

They were shameless!

But they were gone, and Hong Xiang could do nothing. He could only sit down and tell the people about his intentions.

When they heard Ye Zhongming’s name and saw the thousands of Saint Light Hall heads Hong Xiang brought back, the Posthumous people were shocked.

Ye Zhongming was scouted by those people previously, and they knew his background.

“What do all of you think?” Hong Xiang exaggerated what had happened and looked at these kings in hope. He waited for them to express their opinions.

The few kings were silent and were considering. After a while, Flame Dove said in his low voice, “Maybe there is one way that will benefit us.”

Hong Xiang was stunned and said instinctively, “What way?”

“Capture him alive.”