My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 475 - 476: Target—the Demon Realm! Advance!
Previously on My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel...
Vera’s latent talent has finally reached a state of complete stability as the swirling radiance of Life Divinity around her body gradually recedes.
The mystical mark on her forehead, a symbol of protection and rebirth, fades into tranquility.
Standing solemnly, Gu Xing offers a deep, respectful bow toward the spot where the World Tree’s presence had just vanished.
Though the true name and origins of this primordial deity remain a mystery to him, he understands the truth in his heart.
For the sake of this dimension and the Human Race struggling for survival, the World Tree has provided protection and gifts beyond all reckoning.
Such grace is as vast as the oceans and as heavy as the mountains; no words could ever suffice to repay it.
After a long silence, he slowly stands tall.
His vision pierces through the void, focusing on the distant horizon where thick clouds of Demonic Qi are roiling.
Every necessary preparation has been finished.
The ultimate trump cards are now firmly in his grasp.
What remains is simple.
He must find the Demon God Abyss and settle the score once and for all.
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At the same time.
A heavy atmosphere of grim resolve blankets the vast plains outside the City of Chaos.
As far as the eye can see, military formations stand in silent, perfect order.
The Ghost Race, the Angel Race, the Blood Race, and the Dragon Race...
A grand alliance of diverse clans has assembled!
The leaders of various tribes stand with somber expressions atop a temporary command platform at the front of the massive army.
Long Zhenguo stands at the very edge, his posture as straight as a spear, his dark cloak hanging motionless in the biting, desolate wind.
He calmly surveys the endless sea of soldiers before turning his attention to the person beside him.
Tushan Yueli stands there, her snow-white Fox Tail tucked tightly behind her, the tip vibrating with an uncontrollable tremor.
Her fingers have turned white from the pressure of her clenched hands.
Her complexion is currently as pale as parchment.
Deep within her eyes, a storm of anxiety is visible.
Having been elected by all factions as the tactical executor and general coordinator for the joint military, her mind is working at an incredible speed.
She is processing the troop composition of every clan, their individual strengths and weaknesses, the supply lines, the chosen terrain of the battlefield, and the projected defenses of the Demon Race...
She calculates countless tiny variables that could shift the tide of war.
A single wrong decision could lead to the deaths of tens of thousands.
Noticing her state, Long Zhenguo takes a deep breath and steps toward Tushan Yueli.
"Yueli, look at me," he says.
Tushan Yueli flinches slightly at his voice.
She turns her head, meeting the gaze of Long Zhenguo, eyes that have survived countless wars.
"There is no one else in this place who can carry this burden," he tells her.
"It is not because of your ties to Gu Xing, but because you are Tushan Yueli!"
"You are the prodigy of the Qingqiu Race, the only one with a mind capable of uniting the Hundred Clans."
"Apply your talent where it is needed most."
"Are you anxious? Scared of failing? Then calculate every detail to the absolute limit. Calculate it so thoroughly that even the Demon God cannot predict your moves!"
He pauses, his tone becoming gentler.
"We are soldiers. To charge the front lines and die wrapped in horse hide is our destiny."
"But you are the brain of this command."
"Every choice you make represents our collective hope."
"Have faith in yourself, just as we have faith in you."
Tushan Yueli inhales deeply, letting the freezing air fill her lungs to steady the frantic pounding of her heart.
She looks into Long Zhenguo’s trusting eyes and sees the supportive nods from the other clan leaders.
The trembling in her body finally ceases.
"I understand."
Her voice remains tense, but the shaking is gone, replaced by a growing fire of cold logic in her eyes.
"I will give my all."
Right then...
A rift suddenly tears through the sky above.
It looks as though an unseen hand has gently pulled the fabric of reality apart to reveal the void.
Five figures emerge from the rift, descending slowly toward the center of the platform.
Leading the group is Gu Xing.
Several Guardian Beasts follow silently behind him!
Though their arrival is quiet, it acts like a stone dropped into a still pond.
In a heartbeat, the millions of troops across the plains turn their sharp focus toward the platform!
Anticipation, reverence, and tension...
A myriad of complex emotions swirl within that silent collective gaze.
Long Zhenguo is the first to step forward. He does not ask for details; he only cares for the outcome.
As he looks at Gu Xing and the four companions, a fierce battle intent ignites in his eyes!
With Gu Xing here, hope is alive!
Gu Xing nods to him, skipping the formalities.
He looks over the various leaders on the stage and the silent, waiting army below.
Finally, his eyes meet the nervous gaze of Tushan Yueli.
He offers a small smile, one filled with a strange, soothing power.
It causes Tushan Yueli’s strained heart to relax instantly.
Gu Xing then walks to the very edge of the platform.
His voice vibrates directly in the ears of every living soul present.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
With those three words, the million-strong army holds its collective breath.
"I have traveled where I needed to go, and I have secured what I needed to find."
Gu Xing’s voice isn't booming, yet it carries a force that pierces the soul.
"Our blades have been sharpened enough."
He scans the horizon, looking as if he wants to memorize every face in the crowd.
"The Demon Realm is right before us!"
"We all know what awaits us there..."
"Endless shadows, bloodthirsty monsters, a Demon God that devours all, and the restless spirits of our fallen brothers."
"And yet, we must enter."
Gu Xing’s voice suddenly rises in volume.
"Because if we do not, the darkness will consume everything!"
"If we do not fight, our descendants will be born under the shadow of Demonic Qi!"
"Without a victory, everything we love will be reduced to ash!"
He lifts his hand, pointing toward the black, swirling sky on the horizon.
"Today, the Hundred Clans stand united for a single purpose—"
"To settle every debt, one by one!"
"To win back the light we lost, inch by inch!"
"To declare to those hiding in the abyss—"
Gu Xing’s voice turns into a heavenly thunder, echoing across the plains:
"The people of this world have not had their spines broken! Our blood has not yet turned cold!"
"BOOM——!!!"
A colossal roar bursts from the chests of millions of warriors!
It isn't a simple cheer, but a roar that has been suppressed and awaited for far too long!
It is the sound of burning blood—a cry of defiance in the face of death!
The bellows of the Dragons, the shrieks of the Ghosts, the low snarls of the Blood Race, and the thunderous shouts of Human soldiers...
The voices of the Hundred Clans merge into a terrifying shockwave that shakes the very foundations of the earth.
The sound surges upward, tearing the clouds apart!
Amidst the deafening noise, Long Zhenguo moves to Gu Xing’s side.
He draws his sword, lifting the blade high toward the Demon Realm!
With all his strength, he shouts the final command:
"Warriors of the Allied Forces——!"
"Where the flags fly——"
"Where the spears point——"
"Follow me——"
"MARCH!!"
"Objective——The Demon Realm!"
"ADVANCE!"
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