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2060: Chapter 687: Spirit of Anger of Blackflame Mountain Pass, the Hour of Vengeance Has Come!

2060 -687: Spirit of Anger of Blackflame Mountain Pass, the Hour of Vengeance Has Come!

This is indeed a lesson learned from the past.

Whether it’s the Blood Flag Wheel War or the Battle of the Death Plateau, it was a victory won by the Transia People at the Blackflame Mountain Pass against all odds.

Although the opponent is now at the brink of defeat, for the sake of caution, it’s best to decisively crush them in one go.

Botana decisively contacted the Dusk once more.

“I need you to immediately initiate that ritual you once proclaimed!

The one that extracts pain and madness, forging an army of resentful spirits.”

The Claw Chief Mother said bluntly:

“The defenders of Blackflame Mountain Pass are still resisting, but I’ve lost my patience.”

“How short a time has it been, and you’ve already lost patience?

Your patience is truly pathetic, Chieftain of the Split-claw Jackal-men.”

The Origin maintained that frail but indifferent posture.

She mocked Botana, but the Claw Chief Mother also retorted with a cold laugh:

“However, as far as I know, your Twilight followers did not succeed in assassinating Lord Morphy!

His warriors are still active.

I appreciate your execution capabilities and am in awe of your terrifying connections.

But failure is failure.

I don’t think the same tactic will work on the miraculous Lord Morphy again, so if you don’t plan to personally take his head, then to reclaim the Grand Duke of Triss, you’ll have to rely on our continuous victories!

Initiate that ritual immediately, sir.

I want to see my army occupy the Blackflame Mountain Pass by dawn tomorrow, after which the road to Transylvania will be completely open.

You just need to wait patiently for a while, and I will naturally present you with Reveno·Mo Fei·Le Senbula’s head in both hands.”

“Hmph, just wait.”

A nasal sound came from the other side, and the communication was then cut off.

This haughty reaction made Chief Botana grit her teeth, as these Dusk followers all have the face of a dog.

Indeed, without their help, the Pī zhǎo Clan wouldn’t have been able to advance the war to this point, but they seem to have forgotten that their existence is not necessary.

Even without them, the Jackal-men could still breach the Blackflame Mountain Pass.

The four Black Disasters have already proven this; it would just take more time and there would be more deaths.

But the Jackal-men have never feared sacrifice.

The Dusk has terrifying energy and indescribable networks, but their ultimate ideals are too exaggerated and nefarious.

Botana thought, perhaps she must remain vigilant afterward.

It’s like dealing with the devil; she has just tasted the sweetness, but she cannot indulge in the temptations brought by the other party.

Hmm, decided!

The upcoming war will be fought personally by the Pī zhǎo Clan.

Unless absolutely necessary, they will no longer rely on the power of the Dusk.

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“Wally, do it!”

The Origin’s voice sounded from an exquisite pearl bracelet, causing the “Explorer” who was currently walking in the Star Realm to nod.

The employee of the Witch Cafe took out an instrument resembling a pocket watch and looked at it, chose a direction, walked a few steps forward, selected a coordinate in this chaotic and dangerous Star Realm, and then dived into the material world.

Wearing a cowboy outfit, he landed precisely outside the Blackflame Mountain Pass, his landing point perfectly positioned between the Blackflame Mountain Pass and the Fortress of Courage.

With a gentle wave of his white-gloved hand, a sinister yet uniquely moon-emblazoned bone staff jumped into his palm and was then inserted into the ground.

This thing danced as if taking root upon landing, and within seconds of activation, a cold wind rose within the layered dark mist, shimmering like reflections of another world.

“The blood has drenched this land; the unwilling dead wail, their deaths filled with pain and devoid of honor, scorned even in the Netherworld.

Since that’s the case, come back!

Return to the material world to continue your unfinished war!

Unleash your wrath upon those executioners!

Return, oh dead ones!”

The “Explorer” raised both hands and shouted loudly:

“In the name of my favorite but exploded Witch Cafe, avenge Transia!

I hate that place; I think you all must hate it too!”

“Awooo!”

A shrieking wail like the mourning of the Netherworld erupted on the battlefield of the Fortress of Courage.

Outside the newly constructed pentagonal bastion, large numbers of Jackal Wraiths ascended from where they fell in battle, then, under the guidance of some power, they coalesced into grey-white apparitions flying towards Blackflame Mountain Pass.

The vast gathering of spiritual bodies cast a layer of white frost upon the earth.

The sight made every defender in the Fortress of Courage glance sideways, their bodies shuddering, as those spiritual bodies flew chaotically, extracting life from every living being they touched, even causing chaos among the Jackal-men besieging the Fortress of Courage.

The same scenario also unfolded on the first three lines of defense in front of Blackflame Mountain Pass, which had been flattened by an earthquake.

The densely-packed resentful spirits were summoned, sweeping across the rear lines; everywhere they went, the Gnolls and Ratmen wailed mournfully, as if part of their lives had been taken and weakness imposed upon them.

This spectacle further exacerbated the crisis-ridden Blackflame Mountain Pass and caused Nifytelli, who was constructing Skeleton Warriors for foreigners far away in Westerburg, to shudder.

The Mummy Girl ran out of her Undead Construction Room, gazing towards the direction of Blackflame Mountain Pass amidst the Netherworld Will’s roar.

She exclaimed:

“No way!!!

The Banquet of Thousands of Souls?

You’ve even learned this forbidden technique?

Ah!

The Moon Holy City is probably going to go crazy now.”