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Chapter 645 - 648. Instant · Oct 08, 2026

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601 Chapter 601 - 604. Lann of Sintra 2026-10-08
602 Chapter 602 - 605. I do not admit it 2026-10-08
603 Chapter 603 - 606. Keep up 2026-10-08
604 Chapter 604 - 607. Terrain 2026-10-08
605 Chapter 605 - 608. Entering Ring Mountain 2026-10-08
606 Chapter 606 - 609. Deflagration, mead 2026-10-08
607 Chapter 607 - 610. Massacre 2026-10-08
608 Chapter 608 - 611. A man without guts 2026-10-08
609 Chapter 609 - 612. Reckless Man 2026-10-08
610 Chapter 610 - 613. Yixin 2026-10-08
611 Chapter 611 - 614. Come, kill me! 2026-10-08
612 Chapter 612 - 615. Don’t leave after the show ends 2026-10-08
613 Chapter 613 - 616. Collapse 2026-10-08
614 Chapter 614 - 617. Camp Whistle 2026-10-08
615 Chapter 615 - 618. As Expected 2026-10-08
616 Chapter 616 - 619. Guide 2026-10-08
617 Chapter 617 - 620. ’Low Temperature Slow Cooking 2026-10-08
618 Chapter 618 - 621. Total annihilation 2026-10-08
619 Chapter 619 - 622. Thank you 2026-10-08
620 Chapter 620 - 623. Scar 2026-10-08
621 Chapter 621 - 624. Leave 2026-10-08
622 Chapter 622 - 625. Something big happened 2026-10-08
623 Chapter 623 - 626.King 2026-10-08
624 Chapter 624 - 627. ’Civilized People 2026-10-08
625 Chapter 625 - 628. Twenty minutes 2026-10-08
626 Chapter 626 - 629. Only Swords and Knives 2026-10-08
627 Chapter 627 - 630.Ministry of Internal Affairs 2026-10-08
628 Chapter 628 - 631. Reverence 2026-10-08
629 Chapter 629 - 632. Experimental Combat 2026-10-08
630 Chapter 630 - 633. Cognitive Bias 2026-10-08
631 Chapter 631 - 634. Response 2026-10-08
632 Chapter 632 - 635. Approaching 2026-10-08
633 Chapter 633 - 636. Warlocks 2026-10-08
634 Chapter 634 - 637. Epoch-making War 2026-10-08
635 Chapter 635 - 638. Edge of Collapse 2026-10-08
636 Chapter 636 - 639. Insight 2026-10-08
637 Chapter 637 - 640. Disappeared 2026-10-08
638 Chapter 638 - 641. Advancement 2026-10-08
639 Chapter 639 - 642. Bad things? 2026-10-08
640 Chapter 640 - 643. Thread through, break in! 2026-10-08
641 Chapter 641 - 644. Tornado 2026-10-08
642 Chapter 642 - 645. Transmission 2026-10-08
643 Chapter 643 - 646. Must not fail! 2026-10-08
644 Chapter 644 - 647. The lower overthrows the higher 2026-10-08
645 Chapter 645 - 648. Instant 2026-10-08
646 Chapter 646 - 649. Powerlessness 2026-10-08
647 Chapter 647 - 650. Arrogant Troops 2026-10-08
648 Chapter 648 - 651. Encirclement and Extermination 2026-10-08
649 Chapter 649 - 652. Battle of Sodden Mountain 2026-10-08
650 Chapter 650 - 653. Madness 2026-10-08

With Sean’s noble and tragic words, the surrounding advisors and commanders all nodded as if this deeply resonated with them.

They seemed to be the most fervent patriots.

But amidst this atmosphere deemed sacred, one question was intentionally or unintentionally ignored.

These honest and loyal officers and advisors present, even during a counter-charge, would likely remain at the rear, wouldn’t they?

And after a possible defeat, they would probably be among the first to withdraw from the battlefield, right?

As for those ordinary soldiers fighting on the front lines... May the Great Sun Wheel redeem their heroic souls!

Meno Kuhorn knelt mournfully on the woodland ground.

In his ear was the sound of those once respectful, eager, and clever young officers discussing the battle situation in a tent.

Senior officers don’t want to implicate themselves in the army’s defeat, so they might let tens of thousands of Niflgaard’s regular troops charge at the enemy in an unorganized manner!

Sean spoke of ’bearing all consequences.’

But what consequences could he possibly face?

The slave trader association behind him is the most vicious batch, even within the cannibalistic merchant association.

He once conspired to marry the vice president’s daughter by framing her original husband—an ambitious treasury secretary.

Who ultimately lost his head.

If Sean fails, those dissatisfied members who long resented his resource hoarding in the slave trader association will eat him alive!

Meno Kuhorn sees this clearly, but he is powerless.

Because he cannot overcome their greed.

After all, the stakes are laid out plainly on the table.

Breaking through and retreating signifies complete failure of the battle, meaning these senior officers will lose their past status and resources.

But if they gamble and bet the lives of fifty thousand Niflgaard regular troops... what if they win?

Even if they lose, they won’t die, right?

When the cost doesn’t touch the bottom line but the reward is extraordinary, who could suppress their gambling instinct?

At least among this group, none.

So Meno Kuhorn can only watch helplessly as this group of senior officers leads fifty thousand Niflgaard soldiers to death.

And he can change nothing.

Until...

”Your madness truly broadens my horizons.”

Amidst the dead winter woods, a voice both admiring and chilling emerged from behind the shadowy branches.

In an instant, the lively and vibrant discussions of the young senior officers seemed doused with cold water.

Everything froze in that moment, including the expressions on the faces of these senior officers.

Deep within the forest, a figure towering beyond the ordinary walked out from behind the dead branches.

The tough sharp twigs parted before him like air, with a faint metallic scraping ’sizzle’ against his armor.

This sound scratched everyone’s heart.

But unlike the alluring whispers of club hostesses... this sound nearly froze the blood in one’s veins!

In this instant, the pupils of those senior officers dilated uncontrollably, their breathing quickened, and their facial muscles trembled.

Then...

”Clang!!!”

A unique sound, unforgettable and daring to forget, like a cathedral bell!

A dark, ominous greatsword flew horizontally a meter above the ground from the dead twig woods!

Rising winds tossed a layer of forest detritus from the ground!

The heavy greatsword flashed with dark light, then red blood was drawn up into the air, before falling back to the ground.

”Ah... ah!!!”

The delayed cries of agony came from those who were now parted from half of their bodies.

In this dead forest, it was like the dying cries of crows.

Those senior officers who had just impeached their marshal’s command, the ones hoping to lead fifty thousand into a desperate charge, were now reduced to almost nothing.

The [Turbulent] greatsword finally sliced several limbs before spinning into the trunk of a sturdy tree, wedged there.

Blood and flesh slurry dripped down its dark blade.

A ’snik’ sound came, from the direction the greatsword had flown.

A giant figure, beyond ordinary size, surged with unparalleled pressure.

Even a heavily armored knight’s lance charge wouldn’t appear more terrifying than Lann now!

He didn’t even draw his sword; he simply stomped his boot, plated with metal armor, onto a survivor’s chest.

The opponent’s solid, black glazed armor was crushed like a war hammer’s blow, denting immediately.

An armored brute flew backward, hitting a tree trunk, causing its branches to sway with a ’swish-swish’ sound.

Thick, meaty blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth.

And the bold Sir Sean, who moments ago was like a war hero about to turn the tide.

Without even reacting, was pressed on the helmet by Lann’s large hand.

Then Lann twisted his helmet backward...

A crisp ’crack,’ leaving a limp body sprawled on the ground.

In less than two seconds, the command echelon withdrawn from the original command post, leaving only Meno Kuhorn kneeling on the ground... annihilated.

All the fervor and scheming vanished with the body’s death.

Meno Kuhorn stared blankly at the dismembered limbs and corpses before him.

Having experienced too many changes in a short period, his seasoned battlefield mindset struggled to process.

He watched as Lann approached the sword lodged in the tree trunk, and single-handedly withdrew the horrifying greatsword.

His other hand wiped the blade, ’sizzle,’ the armored metal on his glove scraping against the sword’s metal.

Clearing the blood, flesh slurry, and fat from the sword.

”How... did you find us?”

Meno Kuhorn, unsure of his sanity now, wondered how he dared to ask such a question.

But surprisingly, the Demon Hunter answered him.

”It wasn’t difficult to deduce your retreat direction, after all, I calculated the few options you might have.”

”Once you left, I headed this direction. And earlier, you let that pretty capable Female Warlock send one last message.”

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