CHAPTER 445
The Comparison
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These were the two mightiest Godslayers of the present age. East of Qinglong Pass, the dual kings ruled.
With the combined authority of judgment and punishment, the Apostles could no longer run rampant.
Without such authority, how could evil be punished?
Without this, how could the wicked be judged and slain?
These two were the deities of the mortal realm, gods belonging to this world, sowing seeds of hope across the scarred earth.
Such power and combat transcended the comprehension of Ye Qinghan and his three companions. That divine might, as vast and overwhelming as the Demon-Sealing Stele, was but a heavy strike from a basic attack to Ye He.
With Ye He's arrival, this battle swiftly drew to a close.
Ye Qinghan watched the celestial palace descend slowly, like a deity collapsing or stars falling from the sky.
The Twin Kings demonstrated to the four that even a moth could extinguish a candle flame.
"Shiyao, I'm also of the Fox Demon King's bloodline. Do you think I could become as powerful as General Ye He?"
Li Shiyu paused, clearly understanding Ye Qinghan's thoughts.
"Senior Sister will definitely surpass her!"
Ye Qinghan knew that great fox also existed in their world, though the two had never met.
Perhaps one mountain couldn't hold two foxes, or maybe some other rule applied, but Ye Qinghan had finally seen another version of herself here.
According to Dongfang Jue and Su Muchan, she was like an iceberg—unshakable and awe-inspiring.
Yet this differed from Ye Qinghan's own observations. These Slayers of Gods didn't seem quite so unapproachable after all.
"General, I can handle this myself!"
"Why so shy? Afraid I'll eat you?"
The Godslayer King, whose very presence struck terror into the hearts of mortals, would stoop down to tend to the wounds of her children.
Like a celestial being descended to earth, she remained untouched by the world's grime even after fierce battles. Yet now, the hem of her skirt was stained with mud.
And the flustered warrior found himself closer to the General than ever before.
"General, your skirt!"
"It is but a skirt. You, however, are all my children."
"General… my lord…"
Watch as Ye He's delicate jade-like hand rested upon the waist of the child, now weeping like a broken reed. With the icy touch, the child's body shuddered, and the wound visibly began to heal before their eyes!
"There. Get dressed and return."
"Thank you, General!"
"Be more careful next time."
Ye He always referred to them as her children, and she was the guardian of this army of hundreds of thousands. From their clothing and daily necessities to their food, shelter, and transportation, there was not a single thing these children needed that did not require her care.
The Godslayer King wasn't aloof; she joined her warriors in clearing the battlefield and rescuing the wounded.
It was clear that the saying "the squeaky wheel gets the grease" held true. Though Bingling's 26th Heavy Armored Division stationed here was elite, Ye He's army—both in weaponry and personnel quality—was worlds apart from Bingling's forces.
The so-called spearhead units were treated like sacrificial pawns, like stepchildren.
But this wasn't what Bingling had hoped to see. Such was the front line.
She too wished to arm every soldier with armor and weapons, but Su City had its own needs, didn't it?
What was a spearhead unit? Here, there was no spearhead left. It was merely the honor of the 26th Heavy Armor designation. And honor meant nothing—it only represented the suffering endured and the wounds borne.
Even if Ye He's unit were stationed here, they'd soon face the same fate.
Ye He kicked the so-called medic aside with one swift motion, then raised his blade and severed the arm already ravaged by the Yao Guang Wu.
He then bent down to tend to the screaming man's wounds, speaking gently: "Don't be afraid. You'll survive."
Ye He then turned to the medic beside him: "Throw your tenderness aside! He can die fighting, but not because of your stupidity!"
Ye He and Bing Ling were alike in one respect: both had started as soldiers, rising to become the Godslaying Kings.
Strength aside, they never forgot how they got here. This war depended on them, and equally on these children.
Connecting the divine consciousness communication to each squad made this clear.
Even today's victory wasn't solely achieved by Ye He and Bing Ling. Behind every battle cry lay tactical maneuvers—suppressing targets, dividing and encircling enemies. Their triumph was equally inseparable from the others.
This scene truly taught Dongfang Jue and Ye Qinghan a great deal. These so-called God-Slaying Kings they witnessed…
…seemed to only bully their Master.
Thanks to the two Godslayers, Ye Qinghan and her two companions quickly located the material using the sample provided by Xun Ye.
It resembled black water scale, merely a thick layer.
"Did Lord Xun Ye specify how much we need?"
Dongfang Jue spoke as he thrust his spear into the rock wall. With a flick of his spear, he pried off a large chunk.
The group then returned. After Xun Ye took the material, she dismissed the four of them, saying she didn't like others watching her work.
But it made sense—having four invisible people watching her work would be awkward for anyone.
The four decided to wander the inner city instead. Though they were essentially wandering aimlessly, they soon found themselves near the Scorching Heart Hall.
The Burning Heart Hall was empty. Su Cheng was currently in the Council Hall, receiving Dream Butterfly and the other civil and military officials.
Though Su Cheng was absent, the palace buzzed with activity. Though Xiao Ai hadn't officially taken up her post yet, the Lord still required a personal attendant.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! His Excellency will be back any moment!"
"How many lives do you think you have if you delay His Excellency's affairs?"
Judging by her appearance, she was a Demon Clan being, currently seated in a rocking chair in the courtyard, pontificating on matters of state. A group of maids bustled about inside the hall, while she sat in the center, scolding one here, berating another there.
To be honest, Dongfang Jue found it rather distasteful. Even Lord Xunye didn't act this arrogant!
Though Lord Gu Ai was notoriously unpredictable, he was unquestionably loyal to his own people!
Unlike her—a mere attendant with little real power, yet acting like royalty!
"It really proves that saying: better the devil you know than the devil you don't!"
Ye Qinghan chuckled. Day in and day out, she encountered nothing but self-sacrificing heroes. Frankly, she was starting to feel like she didn't recognize this world anymore!
"This is the real world."
"What's real?"
"This is what normal people are like. That sickening stench—it’s exactly as I remember."
She watched the nameless personal attendant, carrying Su Cheng on her back as if she were the revered master, scolding this one and berating that one!
"Um… Senior Sister, she's from the Demon Clan…" Dongfang Jue offered a slightly awkward reminder. One person couldn't represent everyone.
She didn't know whether good people or bad people outnumbered each other in this world, but good people definitely existed.
"I know. Scum like that won't live long anyway."
What sort of people surrounded the Master? Hmph. She might intimidate these maidservants by leaning on the Honorable One, but she’d never scare those Godslaying Kings!
"Evil begets evil. She'll get hers sooner or later."
After all, not all Godslayers were regulars in the Inner City; many were stationed elsewhere.
Ye Qinghan was right. This guy didn't last long before being sliced to death by Bing Ling, who had finally returned to the Inner City…
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