Chapter 587: Titanic and the Iceberg (1)

Gonjiam Asylum, Gwangju City, Gyeonggi Province.

A massive tent was erected as their forward base, and everyone important, including the governor of Gyeonggi Province, the leader of the Daeian Special Forces, the “Black Berets”, the 707 Brigade, and others, were all gathered in this location. In fact, there were even several priests and investigators of the Cathayan Special Investigations Department present. Furthermore, everyone was clearly staring intently at the screen in the center.

“Make the call…” The governor of Gyeonggi Province gritted his head and turned to the mayor of Gwangju City and the cultivators standing around him, “There’s only about an hour remaining till midnight, and the Yin energy readings are already at unprecedented heights. We… can’t wait any longer!”

“We think you should hold onto Gwangju City.” An elderly priest who appeared incredibly shriveled and wrinkled responded at once, “After all, if you remain here, then no matter how dangerous things may be, the situation wouldn’t continue to expand. But if you choose to abandon this place, then there’s no doubt that the situation will quickly worsen and spread at unimaginable speeds!”

Usonians enjoyed a high status here in Daehan. Naturally, every Daeian dignitary listened intently to the priest’s advice. That said, they couldn’t help but reveal an ugly expression in no time.

Are we Daeians not qualified to be human beings in your eyes? Is this why you’re treating us as nothing more than meat shields and fodder?

“Evacuate.” The cultivator from Cathay responded flatly, “20 million Yin energy… Let’s not even talk about a small province like Gyeonggi Province, this is something that not even the strongest province in Cathay could afford to take lightly. Choosing to remain here would be no different from sentencing your citizens to death.”

In other words, what basis do you have to be interfering with our bilateral affairs?

“Hey… Mr Zhao, you can’t… Do you really have to be in such a rush? We… we haven’t made a decision yet!” “Mr Zhao! Cathay’s advice is extremely important to us! Please…” “Mr Zhao, Father Michel didn’t mean anything with that. Please stay on our account!”

The chief of the LSD is only an advanced Hellguard-class expert. In other words, he was of the same cultivation level as Mr Zhao. How could they simply allow someone so powerful to leave while they were faced with a crisis like this? At once, many Daeian officials cursed at Father Michel under their breaths, but not a single one of them dared express their thoughts.

A split second later, the entrance to the tent was lifted, and a stylishly-dressed woman marched right in with elegant poise, carrying a black clutch bag. Several bodyguards followed right behind her.

“All citizens are to evacuate to Seoul. We’ve only got one hour remaining.”

However, the governor of Gyeonggi Province immediately responded as though his pillar of support had finally arrived. At once, he rushed over and bowed deeply to her, “Miss Lee? You’ve come! This is truly great!”

“What?!” “Is… is this true?” “Is the storm brewing underneath Gonjiam Asylum… finally going to erupt?”

All eyes turned to Lee Jung-sook. This was the first time that most of the senior officials were seeing the lady that had just barged into the room, but they could tell from the incredibly respectful demeanor of the governor that she had to be extremely important.

“I’ve also informed the mayor of Hanyang and the Cheongwadae that Hanyang will be subject to martial law from midnight tonight for one full week. All access to and from Hanyang will be strictly prohibited. So… you best make the call right away if you don’t wish to run out of time. As for the citizens here, evacuate them from Gwangju City at all costs.”

Her bodyguards lifted the curtains to the tent, and blades of the chopper’s propellers began to whir outside. She paused for a moment outside, and then turned back with a faint smile, “A god of death.”

Whirr… The helicopter took to the skies and flew at full speed towards Hanyang. Gwangju City wasn’t far away, and within moments, she could already see the skyline of the majestic buildings in Hanyang.

Half of the perimeter surrounding Gonjiam Asylum had already collapsed. Humans and cultivators alike couldn’t see Emissaries, but she could.

Meanwhile, there were tens of thousands of Yin soldiers standing by with their spears at the ready and bows primed to fire.

Who the hell are all these Emissaries waiting for?

She couldn’t help but turn her attention back to the short text message she had received from Qin Ye ten minutes ago. It bore only one line of message: “Leave Gwangju immediately, and evacuate all citizens!”

“It’s strange…” She gently ran her finger through her wind-swept hair, “We’re not that close, but I still chose to believe him unconditionally… Is this the tacit understanding we kindred spirits have with each other?”

There was a dark cloud of Yin energy that was hurtling towards Gonjiam Asylum, and it appeared to to fade in and out between reality and illusory, as though it was straddling the realms of the illusory and the corporeal!

With speeds like that… it would arrive in no more than 30 minutes!

There’s going to be chaos in these lands tonight!

Rumble… The stones on the ground rattled softly. Liu Yu stood in the middle of a wide, open road a thousand meters in front of the massive, illusory gate. A dense army formed from tens of thousands of soldiers was arrayed behind him, followed by Rumyantsev and his nine KGB agents that stood as the final line of defense before the gate. All eyes were trained on the horizon ahead of them.

Yin energy erupted like a rising tide across the horizon, screaming and churning as it hurtled straight towards Gonjiam Asylum.

“Perhaps they might not even have left Gijang County in the first place…” Liu Yu licked his lips as he spoke with great bloodthirstiness, “Marquis Rumyantsev, your eyesight must be failing...”

Seconds later, Rumyantsev sneered, “To err is human. That said, the more important question to ask is who’s steering the MV Sewol right now? Richard may not have responded, but that doesn’t mean that the battle for control of the MV Sewol is over. Do you know what you have to do?”

Silence.

Closer and closer… They could already begin to see the faint traces of spatial distortion around the MV Sewol as it hurtled towards them. In fact, they could even see the tens of thousands of the living dead sprinting below the MV Sewol!

100 kilometers… 50 kilometers… 30 kilometers!

10 kilometers!

8 kilometers… 5 kilometers!

They’ve got no intention of stopping… Liu Yu, Rumyantsev and the KGB continued to stare intently at the MV Sewol that was approaching them. 5 kilometers… If Richard’s still on board the ship, he will definitely make a move now!

Whoosh… Rumyantsev shot to his feet. His wig was now fluttering wildly with the wind. The skin of his face had already split open, revealing a pitch-black skeleton within with two specks of scarlet netherflames as his eyes. Meanwhile, he licked his lips with a menacing, crimson tongue, “Richard is dead.”

That’s only to be expected…

However, he immediately raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his voice, “All troops, at the ready!!”

He couldn’t retreat! He would never retreat!

He was the renowned Emperor Wu of Song after all. His only regret was that he wasn’t able to unify Cathay. Then, in death, he was once again presented with the prime opportunity to rule over Cathay once more. How could he possibly step down from this challenge and pass it up without even giving it a shot?!