Abyss Summoner-Chapter 212 - 207: Unexpected Turn_2

Martial God?

Chen Feng frowned. In his past life, he had never heard of such a title. Was his memory faulty? Or had some dramatic change occurred? How could a person who suddenly appeared become the idol of the battle faction? Seeing the look in Wang Feng's eyes, there was no doubt about its authenticity; even this man who spent half his life in the military camp had an expression of pure admiration.

Moreover, this person even overshadowed the names of Zhou Xian and Tian Xuefeng.

Chen Feng was puzzled and was about to ask when the thunderous sound of artillery suddenly came from afar, shaking the entire New City of Bridge East.

In the dark world, Corpse Beasts ran rampant. As the last haven for humanity on this land, the New City of Bridge East usually resembled a slumbering primordial beast: silent and desolate. That silence was due to the pressure of its hundreds of thousands of inhabitants; that desolation was its defense against the constant threat of monster attacks.

However, today, this beast seemed to awaken from its slumber. Its body stirred, its throat roared, and the entire city of Bridge East was filled with a sense of lively pulsation. Voices clamored, and cheers of jubilation could vaguely be heard, with shouts of "Martial God!" and "Invincible" echoing, inexplicably wild.

At that moment, Chen Feng, following Wang Feng, reached the central area of the New City of Bridge East. The sudden change brought joy to Wang Feng's face: "They've returned!"

Who has returned?

The streets, normally as empty as a ghost town, were now crowded with people, shouting and roaring! They seemed insane, faces contorted with frenzy!

Regardless of gender or age. Even the refugees, who usually lived like zombies, joined the ecstatic celebration! Some swung their clothes, others ate the relief food they'd saved till now without holding back; some wept. This chaos, mixed with excitement, gave Chen Feng a surreal sense of the apocalypse's end.

Feeling increasingly curious, Chen Feng, accompanied by skilled individuals, pushed through the crowd toward the center!

The unusual actions of the crowd suggested that it must be a significant figure!

The dense throng resembled a sky long obscured by dark clouds, with Chen Feng pushing, dodging, and parting it, each step like piercing through the clouds, gradually revealing the mystery within, closer, closer! When Chen Feng finally reached the center, the moment the veil was lifted, he witnessed a chilling scene!

Behind the crowd were... the corpses of Bronze-tier insects and mutated beasts!

There were hunters, lickers, tanks, and even powerful Corpse Demons amongst the Corpse Race, along with Ghost Mastiffs, Red Rock Beetles, amoebas, Earth Dragon Beasts, and Flaming Toads, these bizarre and evolved beasts and insects.

For ordinary people, even a single Bronze-tier monster could terrify them, let alone this horde of evil creatures?

The mere sight of these dead beings lying there gave regular folks a suffocating illusion! A sense of despair and destruction enveloped everyone present like they were trapped in the hellish penalties of Hell, unable to escape.

For the citizens of Bridge East, who could only hide behind walls, this was an unforgettable day, even more so for the refugees living at the bottom. Their hearts, accustomed to living like dogs to preserve their lives, were ravaged by this mysterious, shocking, terrifying scene, as if their souls had been scorched by a forest fire.

After the fear subsided, a profound sorrow slowly rose from their hearts. In peaceful times, how many of these hundreds of thousands of refugees were millionaires, how many were government officials, how many were handsome men and beautiful women! But the apocalypse turned all they prided themselves on into illusions!

Money became like paper, life became like a dog's!

This reflected their reality, echoed in their current experiences!

So many lost everything they had before, so many watched loved ones die tragically, so many willingly sacrificed their once proud, pure bodies for a piece of food!

In this place called New City, what kind of human tragedies happened daily, perhaps only the refugees living at the bottom knew! 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

They had no means to live well, no courage to die immediately, so they gradually fell, believing that living like dogs meant no need to think or struggle!

But humans are different from animals; their distinctive trait is emotion!

Before their eyes...

The monsters, once unbeatable, lay on the ground in large numbers, open for viewing!

So, they can die, so we can kill them!

For the downtrodden refugees, witnessing this scene, myriad complex emotions—bitterness, joy, disappointment, excitement, sorrow—tangled together like knotted strings. They roared, wailed, screamed, and yelled not just for victory but also for their hatred towards the apocalypse!

In stark contrast to the countless roaring crowds were more than a hundred black-clad warriors, their presence muted. Male and female, slender or stout, wielding varied weapons, they were unified by one thing: their air of steely resolve.

This was the composure born of countless killings; they held their heads high, their pride radiating from every pore, unapologetically displayed, yet feeling justly deserved!

They had slain twenty-eight Bronze monsters, including some Silver corpses; they certainly earned this intense pride. They were the heroes of Bridge East and the pride of every heart, the most mysterious and powerful team of the battle faction, the only group comparable to the Corpse Demon.

This elite team of over a hundred should, by rights, capture everyone's attention. However, at this moment, all eyes were fixed not on them but on a young girl behind them.

Some people are naturally charismatic; no matter the noise around her, no matter how many illustrious figures are present, as long as she is in the picture, you can't help but focus on her at first glance, unable to look away.

She stood there, a girl for whom the world was solely hers.

Her long black hair fluttered wildly in the wind, her flawless face stunningly beautiful, her silvery, spirit-like eyes gleamed like a river's shimmers under the moon, clear and profound. A crimson crescent mark on her brow added a touch of nobility and boldness to her face.

Her face showed no trace of negativity, only calm, as if there were merely some pitiful mice around her, unworthy of her pride.

Is this the Martial God Wang Feng spoke of?

Unlike the surrounding craze and roar, Chen Feng displayed an out-of-place, almost incredulous eerie smile. Staring at the figure before him, he uttered in a voice only he could hear, word by word: "Xu... Hong... Zhuang."