Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1378: The Giant Legion

Following Prince Anlite's final commands, he rose from his throne and proceeded to the rear.

A nearby eunuch hastened to inform him, "Your Highness Anlite, Lady Jienasuo awaits!"

Anlite responded with a frigid look, his voice devoid of warmth, "It matters not. Let her wait. Ultimately, a woman is merely a tool for my ascension to the throne."

He made his way with refined steps towards the upper echelons of the Holy Spirit Hall.

"Once the sacred substance is fully absorbed, I shall achieve the martial prowess of our historical ancestors."

He then lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the soaring dome above, "At that moment, I will transcend this ceiling and witness the world beyond."

The eunuch bowed with utmost deference, proclaiming, "Your Highness Anlite, you are destined to be the greatest monarch the Kingdom of Nasha has ever known in a millennium!"

Anlite proceeded through the labyrinthine corridors, ascending to the pinnacle of the Holy Spirit Hall.

Upon pushing aside a colossal bronze door, his vision was assaulted by an intense crimson radiance.

Resting upon an immense altar, a scarlet gem hovered serenely in the air. The potent energy emanating from it caused Anlite's eyes to ignite with fierce desire.

"So, this is the fabled sacrificial spirit?" (A designation derived from the Tri-Eyed Clan's lexicon—perhaps the original term translates closer to 'a foul stone from a mire.')

"I had believed it to be mere legend, confined to ancient chronicles. Its actual appearance is beyond my expectations!"

The eunuch added, "The Grand Scholar has documented that our ancestors utilized this very artifact to found the Kingdom of Nasha in ages past."

"Rest assured, Your Highness. The detrimental components within have been meticulously purged. They proved remarkably beneficial to the attendants who served us, leading the king to distribute them as honors."

Anlite's gaze remained fixated on the colossal crimson jewel, a look of deep fascination on his face. He extended his hand, and even before contact, he could feel the overwhelming power radiating from it.

In the ensuing moment, his expression reverted to one of icy detachment.

He then turned to the eunuch, commanding, "Depart. Until I have completely assimilated the sacrificial spirit, no one is permitted to interrupt me, regardless of any unfolding events."

A sharp glint appeared in his eyes. "Anyone—absolutely anyone—who dares to disturb my cultivation will face immediate execution!"

The eunuch swallowed hard, a silent acknowledgment of the prince's chilling resolve. Such a ruthless and formidable prince never issued empty threats.

"As you command, Your Highness! No... Your Majesty!"

The eunuch executed a slow, measured retreat, departing the grand chamber, after which the imposing bronze door descended shut with a heavy thud.

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Within the Kingdom of Nasha, the conflict between humanity and the Tri-Eyed Clan escalated dramatically.

For the first time, these Tri-Eyed Clan beings, who had historically viewed humans as mere chattel, encountered determined resistance.

They were taken completely by surprise, as if humans had been galvanized by lesser creatures to launch an assault.

Yet, even vermin, when driven to a desperate stand, can instill profound fear.

The Monk Soldiers, under the command of the Charnel Ground's Lord, Gao Changkong, along with the other Garuda's Followers, and the esteemed Knights of the Round Table, led by Lancelot, were engaged in direct confrontation with the Tri-Eyed Clan.

Meanwhile, operating from the fringes, the elusive Zhang Yi executed single, lethal shots before melting back into obscurity—his presence eluding all detection.

Every combatant present represented the absolute elite of humanity's forces, possessing combat capabilities and advanced armaments far exceeding those of conventional soldiers.

Having deciphered the tactical vulnerabilities of the Tri-Eyed Clan, they swiftly gained the advantage on the battlefield.

This was largely due to their advanced combat suits and diverse array of firearms, contrasting sharply with the predominantly primitive weaponry—swords, spears, and clubs—wielded by their adversaries.

A counter-offensive, bordering on a massacre, had commenced.

Among the ranks of the Knights of the Round Table, the private soldiers of the Lhamin family and their hired mercenaries displayed grim satisfaction, their faces contorted in cruel mirth.

Witnessing the colossal figures before them recoiling from their weaponry filled them with a sense of triumphant pride.

"Hahaha! Aside from their imposing stature, these creatures are no different from ordinary humans!"

"What 'underground race'? Just a pack of savages! Annihilate them, kill them all!"

Having personally witnessed the horrific atrocities perpetrated by the Tri-Eyed Clan against humans, they exhibited no leniency.

Even when confronted with young children, mere seven or eight years old, or expectant mothers in the streets, they opened fire without hesitation, employing concentrated volleys to bring them down.

"Pew!" "Pew!" "Pew!" "Pew!" "Pew!" "Pew!" "Pew!"

Regardless of the Tri-Eyed Clan member's immense size, a sustained barrage from over a dozen state-of-the-art assault rifles would quickly reduce them to riddled husks.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Bodies of the Tri-Eyed Clan began to pile up, resembling countless small mountains.

Throughout the city streets, members of the Tri-Eyed Clan were in panicked flight, their eyes wide with sheer terror.

They were utterly bewildered as to why these insignificant, hairless vermin would dare to defy their hunt—and even strike them down!

Meanwhile, on elevated rooftops, the superhumans had already taken position, initiating city-wide arson.

The architecture of the city was notably primitive, largely composed of stone, wood, and thatch.

Once ignited, the flames surged with intensity, rapidly consuming structures and spreading along the adjacent streets.

In a short span, the entire thoroughfare erupted in fire, accompanied by the unending wails of the Tri-Eyed Clan.

There was an absolute absence of mercy, no consideration for clemency or sparing any life.

This was not merely a conflict, but a brutal, interspecies war, a deep-seated animosity forged over millennia. From the moment the Demon Kingdom's portal fractured open, it was an inescapable truth that only one side could prevail.

Failing that, they too would inevitably be funneled through the Demon Kingdom's portal and into the unforgiving Snowy Region.

At that juncture, the Snowy Region would undoubtedly plunge into a horrifying, desperate cataclysm.

An unyielding cry echoed: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Every individual's gaze burned with primal ferocity. Even the disciplined Monk Soldiers of Sangha Monastery invoked their faith as righteous justification for their open and unrestrained massacre.

However, just as this fervent destruction and slaughter reached its zenith, a distinct tremor began to shake the very ground beneath their feet.

A soldier's body jolted involuntarily. He glanced downward, observing the dust particles on the ground vibrating in a consistent, rhythmic pattern. The pools of blood from the fallen Tri-Eyed Clan members nearby exhibited a continuous ripple.

Instinctively, he tilted his head upward, gazing into the distance.

Emerging from beyond the fiery crimson haze, colossal, dark silhouettes became visible.

These were monstrous beings, significantly larger and more robust than the typical Tri-Eyed Clan individuals. Each wielded a uniformly designed, spear-like weapon and was clad in somber, jet-black metal armor, advancing in precise, synchronized formations toward the street.

The formidable military force of the Kingdom of Nasha had finally made its grand entrance.

Though the Kingdom of Nasha boasted a population in the hundreds of thousands, its standing army consisted of a mere five thousand soldiers. Yet, each of these soldiers possessed extraordinary combat prowess, with physical attributes and fighting capabilities that vastly overshadowed those of the common Tri-Eyed Clan.

Only a few hundred of these elite soldiers materialized on the present street. Witnessing their kin being mercilessly pursued by a rabble of hairless primitives, the Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers present were instantly engulfed by a furious rage.

One Tri-Eyed Clan soldier reared his long spear, directing its point towards a human soldier standing rigidly before him.

"Whoosh!"

A swift, chilling beam of light shot forth from the spear's apex, and within the following instant, it unerringly impaled the human soldier directly through the neck!

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