Immortal Martial Academy - Chapter 26

With the impending beast tide and recruitment season, it seemed like a major battle was about to unfold.

Those who survive this large-scale campaign would likely endure until their retirement.

Wu Xianyao frowned, wondering if the intensity would be that high.

After gathering some information, Wu Xianyao decided to venture outside the fortress. The intel mentioned that just fifty kilometers beyond lay the border zone, where encounters with various alien races were common.

At the fortress’s space gate, Wu Xianyao registered his details and, under the watchful eyes of warriors, stepped through the portal, emerging on the outskirts of the fortress.

Looking back, he saw the stronghold bristling with defensive weaponry, ominous and fearsome, resembling a gaping monstrous beast ready to devour all invading enemies.

The moment individuals exited, they swiftly vanished amidst the wilderness, ever vigilant for potential alien scouts lurking nearby.

Wu Xianyao unfurled his Qi and Blood Wings, disappearing into the horizon. Below, envious faces watched him, knowing only 4th Rank experts could fly.

Clearly, these people mistook Wu Xianyao for a 4th Rank powerhouse.

Less than thirty kilometers into his flight, Wu Xianyao sensed danger. Glancing down at the blood-red earth, he felt uneasy due to its heavy blood qi presence.

This land wasn’t always like this; it had been transformed by millennia of relentless warfare between the Human and Alien Races.

This area was known as the scarlet plains. Suddenly, an arrow whizzed towards Wu Xianyao; he swiftly summoned his World Illuminating Spear, deflecting it with ease. Focusing on the source, he noticed another small arrow lodged nearby.

It was a crossbow bolt, similar to those Wu Xianyao had requested Xiao Lin to forge in large quantities—over two hundred thousand, all upgraded to 1st Rank weapon quality.

Infusing Qi into these arrows, Wu Xianyao launched himself towards the attacker’s direction. Within less than a breath, a minor explosion erupted where the arrow originated.

Wu Xianyao saw scattered xenobeast remains flying amidst the blast, and his wristwatch registered the achievement points: three. “Was that a scout squad?”

Hovering in the sky, Wu Xianyao prepared over a dozen small arrows and fired them at the observed location, causing a series of miniature explosions.

His achievement points continued to jump, finally settling at thirty. “Seems like all ten squads have been eliminated.”

Unfurling his wings, Wu Xianyao flew towards another area, using the small arrows preemptively whenever sensing any irregularities.

On the ground, a military squad clad in armor watched Wu Xianyao depart from the sky. One member asked, “Boss, is that a top-tier expert from the Human Race?”

The leader, known as “Boss,” removed his head armor, revealing a deeply indented scar on his cheek, resembling a bite mark.

“Most likely not from our military’s elite. It seems a Dao Protector entered early to assess the battlefield situation,” the Boss pondered aloud.

“A Dao Protector? Makes sense; with recruitment season underway, academy squads will soon be entering the battlefield. This year, since we won’t have to protect those students, it should be somewhat easier!” exclaimed one of the warriors, sounding relieved.

“Remember, old buddy, protecting those students is our duty. They are the gifted ones. As long as they kill more Aliens than us, their protection is justified. Until they fully develop their abilities, it falls upon us to safeguard them. Once they mature, they’ll protect us in return – it’s a mutual responsibility.

For thousands of years, the Human Race has endured this way. Even if all of us perish, saving just one gifted individual is worth it because they will inevitably eliminate more Aliens than we could.” Hong Wu spoke fervently, acknowledging that without their armor, he and others like him were mere prey for the Alien Race. However, rescuing even a single gifted person before dying meant victory, as such individuals would ultimately outperform ordinary soldiers in combat against the Alien Race.

Only by ensuring the survival of those with potential to become powerful can more Aliens be defeated.

Unaware of the events unfolding nearby, Wu Xianyao had flown approximately forty kilometers before deciding against further aerial travel. Along the way, he encountered over a hundred scout squads.

Wu Xianyao covered his entire body with armor and adjusted it to red, blending seamlessly into the scarlet plains where even the grass was blood-colored.

Navigating through waist-high weeds, Wu Xianyao spotted an alien encampment about one kilometer ahead, housing at least a hundred aliens.

Among them were black rats, along with upright-walking red rats—clearly members of the Black Rat Clan and Flame Rat Clan. As a dominant group, the Flame Rats likely led this encampment.

A small bundle of arrows appeared in Wu Xianyao’s hand, numbering at least twenty. He swiftly launched them, continuously drawing more from his space ring and firing relentlessly until over two hundred arrows had been released.

Explosions rocked the encampment, shattering several black rats. Amidst the chaos, one calm Flame Rat surveyed the situation, locking eyes with Wu Xianyao before charging towards him.

Wu Xianyao knew he couldn’t wait for their attack and swiftly charged forward. His World Illuminating Spear glinted with golden light, piercing directly through the heart of the first Flame Rat upon contact. The spear emerged from its back, and Wu Xianyao tightened his grip, surging into the stronghold.

Golden flashes continuously darted through the stronghold, striking down one Flame Rat after another. After the last alien was slain, Wu Xianyao frowned slightly, sensing “human presence.”

With a punch to the ground, Wu Xianyao shattered the surface, then unfurled his Qi and Blood Wings, diving straight into the opened hole.

Upon landing, Wu Xianyao faced a sacrificial altar, fury erupting within him as he saw it piled high with human skulls, resembling a small mountain.

In a swift motion, Wu Xianyao shattered all the skulls, followed by unleashing Yang energy that reduced them to bone dust.

Surveying the area, he noticed several dungeons. Wu Xianyao opened each one: the first held five deceased military warriors. With a cold expression, he waved his hand, storing their bodies into his space ring.

The second dungeon contained an elderly man who had also perished; similarly, Wu Xianyao placed his remains in the space ring.

In the third cell, there was a woman on her last breath; her lower body had been completely stripped of flesh, leaving only exposed bones from the waist down. Upon seeing Wu Xianyao, she reached out weakly, “Kill me, please end my suffering.”

Wu Xianyao’s eyes reddened as he raised his World Illuminating Spear, “I’m sorry.” With one swift motion, he pierced the woman’s heart.

The fourth cell held a child with red fur and rodent-like eyes.

Beside the child lay a decomposing corpse. Observing the crawling infant, Wu Xianyao’s heart tightened, and an uncontrollable surge of killing intent filled his gaze.

Approaching the child, he stared into its crimson eyes, “You should not live. You ate your mother; the Human Race cannot tolerate such existence.”

Holding the World Illuminating Spear steady, Wu Xianyao thought that even if the mother were still alive, her first instinct might have been to kill this child herself!

Being the offspring of a beast, the mother would never have allowed it to survive.

Exiting the outpost, Wu Xianyao retrieved a marble-sized explosive from his space ring and tossed it inside. Unfurling his Qi and Blood Wings, he soared into the sky.

BOOM! A massive mushroom cloud spread over kilometers, reducing the entire outpost to ashes.