Chapter 668: Chapter 398: Confused Like a Wild Beast_2
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Aside from sending a stream of blue energy to the two Saints, Yan Xiaobao didn’t exert much effort, which deeply frustrated them. Yet, the shapeshifting wolf hid behind the transformed Wan Qiao, whose figure was so flawless that nothing could slip past. She used her own attacks to fend them off.
Seeing this, the two Saints immediately transformed. One turned into a mighty velociraptor, while the other became a massive serpent. The two Saints instantly joined the battle, just as Siberian Saints, upon seeing the incoming beasts, had abandoned their strategy. They shifted focus abruptly when Wan Qiao descended from above, striking one Saint’s neck with her beak while her talons tore open the chest of the other. Moments later, their spirits vanished into nothingness. Wan Qiao and Yan Xiaobao reverted to their human forms and faced the two Saints who had also shifted back to human form. They seemed eager to declare what they had witnessed.
"Mrs. Zhu, Miss Sunx, I didn’t expect to meet you two here," Yan Xiaobao said politely as he regarded the beasts. "I thought you had gone with Lord Pan to find the Great Marshall? Why have you suddenly appeared here?"
Although Yan Xiaobao was as courteous as possible, the two Saints looked utterly dejected, heads hanging low. They were at a loss for words about what they had seen. After a moment’s hesitation, the one Yan Xiaobao addressed as Miss Sunx stepped forward. "Old Lady Pan is dead," she said, already knowing how close Mr. Pan was to Wan Qiao and Yan Xiaobao, but unsure how to convey such grim news. "It wasn’t the Great Marshall who killed him," she sighed deeply and delved into her story. Her expression turned sour, but Yan Xiaobao nodded grimly. "This is important information," he agreed. Though saddened by Old Lady Pan’s death, he also understood that the blame rested solely on her. Her passing might drag down her entire army. It was a monumental loss.
"Wan!" Yan Xiaobao shouted. The woman beside him finally turned her empty gaze to the young man, with a determination unmistakable in her expression. "Send a Horned Eagle to every army across the city, and warn them. None shall approach any Crusader. If they see a Crusader, they must retreat instantly!" he commanded, as forty Unihorn Eagles soared into the sky, spreading warnings and delivering crucial information about the Crusaders to various troops.
Having informed the reinforcements about the Crusaders, Yan Xiaobao expressed gratitude to the two additional Saints. He also anticipated the Emperor and the Great Marshall would be heavily guarded by Saints, perhaps even Crusaders. He knew he needed as much strength as possible and hoped to encounter more Saints along the way to join their ranks.
As they prepared to move forward, Yan Xiaobao’s eyes were drawn to a small valley, a place where neither humans nor beasts were supposed to exist. He hadn’t sensed any presence before, but as he stared intently, his gaze locked on a young man leaning against a house, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His air was suffused with arrogance, the kind of confidence forged by undeniable power—a calculated pride requiring effort to attain.
Golden like the sun, his eyes shimmered brilliantly, his fine golden hair radiant. His pale skin seemed immaculate, and he wore garments of the highest quality materials. He appeared entirely out of place, like a creature from another realm. His dazzling golden eyes fixated on Yan Xiaobao, glowing with curiosity like twin suns hidden deep within. Despite his evident interest in Yan Xiaobao, the man showed no sign of stepping closer. Strangely, Yan Xiaobao realized no one else seemed to notice him. Even when looking toward his direction, it was as if he remained invisible, imperceptible to the others. After much consideration, Yan Xiaobao felt no hostility radiating from the golden figure. He decided to nod politely toward him before redirecting his attention to the path ahead. He understood the necessity to focus—the war was entering its most precarious phase as they ventured onto the territories of Saints and Crusaders.
Surprise flickered in the golden man’s eyes, but as he slowly got up and began walking away, he returned the nod. Reflecting on the encounter, Yan Xiaobao noticed the man never touched the ground; his feet hovered inches above the surface, leaving no trace as he departed.
Shaking his head clear, Yan Xiaobao refocused on the mission at hand. Only by reaching the Emperor and Great Marshall could they secure a chance to breathe and bring the war to an end.
Leaving behind the corpses of two slain Saints, Yan Xiaobao and Wan Qiao raced toward the city alongside Zhu and Mrs. Sunx. Beast formations thickened behind their lines as ever-growing armies converged on the Imperial Castle. The humans, long resigned to defeat, had fled, allowing the beasts free reign without resistance. With Crusaders looming overhead as an ominous threat, everyone silently agreed to head toward the castle—perhaps they’d find soldiers willing to risk their lives to safeguard the Royal Family.
Yan Xiaobao and Wan Qiao charged ahead without much fanfare as Saints steadily fell back to join them. Armies reassembled swiftly, pressing toward the palace, intent on catching up with the Emperor and Great Marshall. Yan Xiaobao suspected they might have escaped through a hidden tunnel—if true, they’d already be far away. Still, he couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling that things were progressing too smoothly. Could it be that the Great Marshall had underestimated them? Did their strategy afford them victory far too effortlessly? Yan Xiaobao couldn’t shake his skepticism, expecting each twist and turn to reveal Saints and Crusaders lying in ambush. Yet, no matter how they advanced, there was no sight of enemies. The city sat eerily empty; its citizens had long fled, their possessions scattered in haste. As they escaped, many abandoned belongings along the way.
Hours passed as they traversed the city, and they finally found themselves facing the enormous Imperial Palace built into the mountainside. There were no guards at the main gate, yet as they cautiously advanced, Yan Xiaobao noticed a few loyal soldiers had stayed behind. Trembling in terror, they posed no threat as the beasts quickly dispatched them. Within the castle, resistance thinned further. When they reached the throne room, it lay deserted. Recognizing the futility of searching forward in their current state, Yan Xiaobao transformed fully into a wolf. As his wolf form took hold, a ripple of energy emanated, triggering the others to assume their beastly shapes as well. Together, they set off to locate the Emperor’s chambers.
"Are you ready for your first hunt of your life?" Miss Sunx asked with a wicked smile. She transformed into a wolf—a massive black wolf with streaks of white flowing across her flanks. Her sharp, menacing teeth gleamed, yet as she crouched beside Yan Xiaobao, she bowed deeply. He was the sovereign of wolves—a truth she acknowledged instinctively, but his inexperience showed in his raw demeanor. Yan Xiaobao merely nodded in response.
"Good," the black wolf grinned, inhaling the room’s heavy perfume as she eagerly investigated the scent. Suddenly, she froze. Turning sharply to focus on a section of the room with faintly diminished fragrance, it was as if the perfume had been drawn away.
"There’s a secret tunnel in this room," Miss Sunx remarked, furrowing her brow as she inspected the area where the scent had disappeared. Yan Xiaobao turned to Wan Qiao and said, "Destroy the Palace. Take everything you find and then raze it to the ground. If you complete this before we return, search for the Crusaders. Together, you can defeat them. If you fail to do so, we’ll lose this war." He ordered sharply. Lowering his nose to the ground once again, he sniffed deliberately, tracking even the faintest whiffs of scent.
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