Chapter 677: Siege (1)

BOOM!

“Don’t put it so bluntly.” Peter the great continued to downplay his actions. He finally got up to his feet, and the billowing Yin energy caused his exquisite clothes to flutter as wildly as a dragon. He, too, placed his hands on the table and locked eyes with the Harken, “This is only done to guarantee the safety of our two esteemed guests. After all, with only four hours left until the troops arrive, nobody can say for certain whether there would be any dangers or not.”

Peter the Great smiled grimly, “I believe your underworld has already seen the extent of our nation’s determination, and naturally… there’s a price to pay for that as well.”

There was an earth-shattering crack. However, the relief images and statues in the room suddenly blossomed with a faint white light, revealing a web of channels that appeared to converge onto the stone door. At once, the stone door emitted a correspondingly brilliant flash of radiance, and it actually stood up under the mighty power of the Harken’s attack!

“You’re courting death!!” The Harken’s hair flared up, and its figure abruptly began to expand and swell. Just then, it felt a hand suddenly touch its back, and it knowingly ceased its transformation.

Peter the Great eased up slightly and nodded, “I swear it upon my name.”

“You can be most certain of that.”

Peter the Great sighed, “As you wish.”

No… This isn’t the time to be asking such questions. He could be the next successor in line for the change of regime, or he could also be one of Ksitigarbha’s closest aides. In any event, there’s no time to hazard any guesses about his identity right now. What’s more important is to ensure that nobody stands in the way of the Russian Underworld’s march!

Boom… The stone door shut behind him. At once, he released the hand that was covering the Harken’s mouth, and the Harken leapt right out of his bosom at once. Yin energy erupted from all over its body. Its fur flared up, and its eyes turned scarlet, “Reason.”

“And don’t say it’s because of my grievous wounds right now. He still can’t kill me, and he would likewise never dare to touch a hair on your body, so tell me why you’re lowering your voice in front of this top-notch hellion?!!”

“Had you insisted on leaving just now, a Yama-class battle would’ve broken out immediately! You’re grievously wounded, so are you sure you can face up to his attacks? Is there any meaning in suffering any more than you have to? Do you really want him to guess what we’re really up to?”

“Of course I’m afraid of that!” Qin Ye sighed as he slumped back onto the sofa in the room and grunted, “But we’ve already given them our word that they can have the Resentment Crystals. That alone is in itself an act that doesn’t cohere with Hell’s usual domineering attitude! And that’s what the Russian Underworld thinks right now! They think that our compromise is all a farce! Why do you have to go about reversing that impression now?”

“I’ve never said that.” The Harken stared back with icy contemptuousness, “What I’ve taught you is that Hell never waits to repay any transgressions against us. Everything is done right there and then.”

Then, he lowered his eyes softly, revealing an impassioned glint in his eyes, “Four hours.”

“This minor transgression wouldn’t count for a thing at that time! We’ll come out of this entire episode the champions!”

It wasn’t that these things hadn’t occurred to it. Rather, his reactions had all been borne out of its instincts.

But today, not only did someone actually do so, it was even a lesser underworld, and at the hands of a mere Duke. Naturally, its first instinct was to bark and bite back!

“No. Didn’t you notice that the Duke had our Yin energy under complete lockdown? He’ll notice it as soon as we make the slightest of movements. But… there’s no rush.” He crossed his hands across his chest and rubbed his thumbs together placidly, “After all, it wouldn’t take more than a few hours for the Mythic Spirits to arrive in this location.”

Time passed by quickly. 4.30 a.m. The stone door opened silently, and a skeleton wearing a butler’s garments walked in with his hand on his abdomen and bowed deeply at the Emissaries of Hell, “My Lord, the emperor has called for you.”

It was silent, so silent that it was practically stifling. Peter the Great turned back and glanced at Qin Ye, “Have you ever been to the Blue Sky Tower?”

“Pity.” Peter the Great sighed softly, “That’s one of the most iconic landmarks in Khuree. It’s the tallest building there. Of course, this is nothing compared to some of the infrastructure that you can see in Cathay, but the top of the building offers you a panoramic view of the whole of Khuree.”

As he spoke, his figure transformed into a boundless nethergale of Yin energy. Illusory human faces emerged endlessly from the Yin energy before fading away into nothingness. Within moments, the terrifying nethergale swept into a vortex that spun around the room, tainting everything black with its intense darkness. It was almost as though the darkness of the night had pervaded every corner of this room.

The Harken didn’t specify what needed to be prepared, but Qin Ye sensibly waved his fingers, and a golden scale appeared on his fingertips. At the same time, the Harken’s Yin energy erupted at once.

At the same time, the countless illusory faces emerging from the Yin energy around them suddenly grew that much closer to them, wailing and moaning at the top of their voices. A split second later, the Yin energy around them suddenly scattered, and Qin Ye discovered that they were already standing at the top of a tall building!

Qin Ye turned to gaze deeply at Peter the Great.

“Sigh…” Peter the Great stood at the roof of the building overlooking the city. He took a deep breath, and the white bones of his ribs expanded slightly. Then, he pulled out a pocket watch and took a glance at it, “It’s now 5.00 a.m. sharp.”

He turned to Qin Ye, “So… might I be so bold as to ask what Mr Qin had pulled out earlier? To think that it was actually able to break through a Duke’s spatial movement, and even fly so fast that I wasn’t able to see it clearly?”

The Harken and Qin Ye both turned back and gazed coldly into Peter the Great’s eyes, “Peter the Great… is this a declaration of war against Hell?”

And it was right at that moment that the sky… transformed.

Countless figures appeared across the horizon, visible only to the eyes of underworldly emissaried. These figures were riding skeletal war horses, clad in iron armor and holding jousting lances. Their entire bodies were practically crouched on the backs of their horses as they charged straight for Khuree!

Pop, pop, pop! Within five seconds, the entire city turned completely dark!

The Harken froze in horror for three seconds, and then turned and gave an incisive glare at Peter the Great, “You’re courting death! The army you claim to have stopped at the border has appeared in Khuree in less than three minutes? Do you even accord any respect to Hell?!”

He turned back and looked the Harken in the eyes, “Like I’ve said before, the ones standing behind me are friends, not foe.”

There were a dozen or so Yin soldiers standing around them at the edge of the rooftop. At once, they pulled out and brandished their blades.

Silence. These blades were all aimed straight towards Qin Ye and the Harken, while the dozen or so Yin soldiers were clearly standing in a twisted spell formation. Like a hungry pack of wolves that had just smelled blood, they slowly began to approach Qin Ye and the Harken.

“Are you in fact a foe sporting the appearances of a friend?”