Chapter 589: Titanic and the Iceberg (3)
One of the men dressed in camouflage raised his head and glanced at the time. It was midnight.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t leave.
“There’s going to be chaos here in Gwangju City tonight…”
“How’s the situation downtown?”
Just then, he suddenly froze and shot to his feet.
The man shook his head, and his lips twitched uncontrollably, “Listen…”
The tent was filled with pin-drop silence in an instant. Nobody said a word. A split second later, everyone heard shouts of death reverberate endlessly throughout the wilderness!
“What’s this…” A man froze and rushed out of the tent as he took a closer look at Gonjiam Asylum.
It was the march of Yin soldiers!
“Oh god…” One of the men’s knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, “What the hell is going on in this place…”
“Damn!!” Oda Nobutada gritted his teeth fiercely and hammered his fist down onto the instruments before him.
The Yin soldiers were reaping and incapacitating the living dead below, and their numbers were dwindling rapidly. If things went on like this, they wouldn’t have enough living dead to hold up the ship any longer, and they would be no different from pickles in a jar!
“This is all because he trusts us.” Oda Nobutada took several deep breaths to calm his mind down, “Someone needs to give the MV Sewol orders. He’s responsible for drawing away the enemy forces, so that means he’s left entirely to us the tall task of ensuring that the MV Sewol makes it straight to the Gate of the Dead!”
“Fool!” Oda Nobutada was clearly losing his patience, “The enemy forces will raze all of our living dead to the ground before Lord Qin can level the enemy forces!”
Given the way the situation was developing, he simply didn’t have the luxury of time to communicate his instructions to them. Besides, it was a manifestation of the trust he had in them. He trusted them with the key to the plans. He trusted that they would wrack their minds to come up with a viable solution to their problems.
What do we do? What can we possibly do?
Granted, it was always an option to depart from this place and have nothing to do with the Hanyang Underworld moving forward. But… if Qin Ye could accept Hanyang’s independence and the fact that it was pledging its allegiance to the Russian Underworld, he would have departed from this place a long time ago! In other words, Oda Nobutada was keenly aware that Lord Qin was vastly different now from when he had accepted Liu Yu’s declaration of independence in the past.
“Why don’t we throw it over?”
What kind of a silly proposal is that?!
Throw it over?
If the living dead could lift the boat, there was no reason why they couldn’t take things one step further and toss the boat over!
Wang Chenghao responded affirmatively, “That’s right! Throw it over! That should work!”
Unfortunately, there wasn’t any time to hesitate.
He immediately stood up and looked around. Qin Ye was floundering about like a clumsy fish under Liu Yu’s flurry of attacks. In fact, he could tell that Qin Ye wasn’t even able to find any reliable opening to make any counterattacks.
Three seconds later, Oda Nobutada plunged the Kiku-ichimonji in his hands straight into the instrument controlling the ship. At once, MV Sewol froze.
“Throw.” Oda Nobutada ran his fingers through his hair with a blazing scarlet fire in his eyes, “Throw it over!!”
“Or do you wish to perish under my sword?!!” Oda Nobutada was even more anxious than the MV Sewol was. At once, he drew back his sword and braced himself to plunge it down further. But, just then, the chains tethering MV Sewol to the living dead suddenly snapped at once.
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Each thrust from Liu Yu came with a roaring sonic boom. Qin Ye was unable to believe that this was the handiwork of a meagre Infernal Judge. The air was filled with frigid tension, so much so that the temperature in the surroundings were even dipping rapidly.
And it was precisely for this reason that he had allowed Qin Ye to catch a little breather.
Meanwhile, Liu Yu was slowly closing the distance, bit by bit. Qin Ye could tell that Liu Yu’s patience was wearing thin. Sure, he could tolerate Emissaries of Hell going about their business here in Hanyang. Sure, he could tolerate Emissaries of Hell bossing him around as though he were still a part of Hell. But his bottom line was now being threatened - he simply couldn’t tolerate Emissaries of Hell staining the sacred Gonjiam Asylum with their dirty hands!
Liu Yu took a deep breath, and the netherflames in his eyes instantly surged to over a meter high, “Let’s see who’s the traitor when my banner flies high across all of Cathay!!”
With that, he immediately moved into action and thrusted his spear directly towards Qin Ye’s chest.
Unbelievably quick.
Whoosh! The spear hurtled straight through the air with a deadly silver gleam. And when it next stopped, it was no more than an inch from Qin Ye’s chest!
His life flashed right before his very eyes. Just then, the Spatial Spirit appeared right behind Liu Yu with his mouth agape, fervently devouring everything around it.
Had Qin Ye made his move even a split second later, he would have been headed straight to the well of reincarnation by now.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. In the backlines, Rumyantsev and the rest of the KGB agents abruptly looked up. Likewise, Qin Ye glanced back in surprise at the source of the sound.
To be more precise, the MV Sewol was now tilted upwards. The living dead standing closer to the front of the ship had piled up into a little mound that was approximately 10-meters tall. The living dead breathed in a ragged fashion as they glared intently at the Gate of the Dead.
The Titanic was finally about to crash straight through the iceberg!
His words instantly jolted everyone out of their moment of stupor. Liu Yu lowered his head and turned right back to Qin Ye. Then, with a furious cry of rage, he cocked back the spear in his hand and thrusted it straight towards Qin Ye’s chest once more!
Whoosh… The tip of his spear appeared right before Qin Ye in the blink of an eye. Qin Ye’s mind went numb in an instant.
He was also astounded by the solution that Oda Nobutada and Wang Chenghao had come up with to bridge the final gap of 1,000 meters!
Rather, he was looking at the backlines of the Yin soldiers arrayed before him. He was looking at Rumyantsev.
Almost simultaneously, a brilliant golden light erupted from out of nowhere.
“This is…” Not even Liu Yu could help but mutter with great trembling in his voice at this moment.
“This is none other than the brush used by the Second King Yanluo himself!!!”
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