CHAPTER 594: Do You Consider Yourself A God?

Southern Border City. Its boundary wall was ravaged and riddled with holes.

Smoke rose from a section of the wall where an emaciated Firenze, the Empire's military genius, was directing the army-civilians to work. Sometimes he even took part in the work itself, helping to move the massive boulders to repair the damaged section of wall.

Firenze, working in the crowd, was no longer as neat and tidy as he had looked in those years. His hair was dishevelled. His armour was covered in a layer of greyish sand and lacked its usual shine. Were it not for Han Shuo's extraordinary memory, it would have been very difficult to pick him out of the crowd and he would have been mistaken for a commoner who had passed his prime.

The fierce battle had put more and more pressure on the people of the Southern Border. As the protector of the Southern Border, Firenze had endured far more pressure than anyone else!

"Father! Why have you turned like this?" came Fanny's sad cry. She flew to Firenze's side in an instant. Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. It was as if they would overflow at any moment.

"Fanny, what are you doing on the southern border? Firenze was shocked to see his daughter. He called out with a smile and opened his arms to embrace Fanny.

But Firenze suddenly froze, as if he remembered something, wiped the surprised smile from his face and said gravely, 'What are you doing here? Didn't I send you letters telling you not to come? It's very dangerous here on the southern border. I don't want you to take any unnecessary risks!"

"You're barely holding on, why are you worrying about me?" Fanny shouted angrily in her small voice. The tears flooding the corners of her eyes could no longer be held back. Two long trails of tears streamed down her fair, delicate face as she said, "I know you're worried about me, but didn't you know your daughter was just as worried about her father?"

A trace of happiness and comfort flashed across Firenze's eyes, but he had hidden the feelings well. He pointed at Fanny and raised his voice, "As head of the Southern Border Army, I must do my duty even if I were to die fighting here. But you are different. You are one of the most outstanding magicians in the Empire, and also the Dean of Necromancy at the Babylon Academy of Magic and Strength, with the responsibility of teaching many students. How could you come here and take unnecessary risks?"

"I came here as no one else but your daughter. I came to see you because I was worried about you, that's all!" Fanny walked beside Firenze and, despite Firenze's resistance, helped to tidy up his dishevelled hair. Then, before he flew into a rage, she said quietly, "Besides, I didn't come here alone."

Who did you come with?" Firenze stared blankly for a moment before turning his eyes to follow the direction of Fanny's gaze. Suddenly his ghostly face jerked and he began to curse, "You brat! It's really you! There hasn't been a word from you in five years! Do you have any idea how hard it's been for my daughter to wait for you? Wretch, how could you promise me then? How could you treat the women who loved you with such..."

A torrent of curses erupted from Firenze's mouth. His fiery temper went out of control as soon as he saw Han Shuo. There was no sign that the shouting would stop.

Han Shuo forced a smile. He felt both admiration and helplessness at his father-in-law's temperament. Since his words were all facts, there was no way Han Shuo could find a single reason to refute them. All he could do was let him vent the anger in his heart as much as he liked.

"!@?#?#$?!!!..." string after string of explosive ferocity fired out of Firenze's mouth. His power was truly terrifying. After a while, when he saw that there was still no sign of the bombardment stopping, Han Shuo used his divine energy to form a sound-isolating field around him.

Han Shuo had a smile on his face as he nodded repeatedly. He seemed to be diligently listening to Firenze scolding, and his attitude was exceptionally good.

"Brat! Don't think you're off the hook just because you have a good attitude!" after a long round of verbal abuse, Firenze finally ran out of strength. He glared fiercely at Han Shuo, even making it clear that he wasn't done with Han Shuo yet.

Han Shuo, who had only smiled at Firenze despite not being able to hear his cursing, could sense from the fluctuation of Firenze's soul that the immense pressure in his heart had been successfully released by this round of verbal abuse. Although he appeared to be completely exhausted from the shouting, Han Shuo knew that his mental state had indeed improved.

After Firenze had finished venting, Han Shuo first offered a rather sincere apology before he calmly said, "Let's not talk about personal matters for now. I came here to help you - to eliminate the threat of the Orc Empire!"

"What? Eliminate the threat of the Orcish Empire? Have you become mentally handicapped from being away too long?" Having finally calmed down, Firenze started jumping up and down again like lit dynamite. His face reddened as he began to shout at Han Shuo, looking at him as if he were looking at a madman.

"You heard me right!" Han Shuo said confidently, "Since I'm here, the crisis on the southern border is as good as over."

"Brat, you really have gone mad. You think you can take on one or two orcs? You think you can defeat an army of a few hundred thousand Orcs with your strength alone? Do you consider yourself a god?" Han Shuo's words had nearly driven Firenze insane. Han Shuo's words were pure absurdity to him.

"Well, to most people, I am indeed a god!" Han Shuo said proudly.

Firenze jumped as he fumed with rage. His face flushed with anger as he pointed a finger at Han Shuo. His mouth opened wide, but before he could say anything, Han Shuo waved his hand to stop him from speaking and arrogantly said, "No need for more words. Seeing is believing. You will soon witness it with your own eyes."

Without giving Firenze a chance to hurl any more insults, as soon as he uttered those words, Han Shuo swaggered up the air like a staircase and walked away from the city. He flew towards the dense mass of the orc encampment ahead of him, under the puzzled gaze of the many army civilians of the southern border city.

"Who is this guy? How dare he speak to Lord Firenze like that?" a muscular civilian asked in amazement.

"Lord Bryan! He is Lord Bryan! I was lucky enough to meet him when I was serving in Ossen City. There's no doubt about it!" claimed a military officer who had fought in the Lancelot Empire's civil war many years ago.

The crowd was startled!

All the army-civilians on the city wall, who had heard the officer's cry, suddenly erupted. Cheers of pleasant surprise erupted from every corner of the wall.

"Lord Bryan has appeared! The one who challenged foreign experts and was never defeated has come!"

"The Southern Border is saved! The situation on the southern border will surely change for the better. Lord Bryan is the Lord of Brettel City. If he is here, then the Ironblood Legion of Brettel City must be here as well!"

"Yes, that's right! The Ironblood Legion is currently the strongest legion after the Howling Legion! What's more, the legion hasn't lost any fighters to the wars. His appearance here will surely bring new hope to Southern Border City. Hahaha, we don't have to leave our hometown. Fantastic! This is fantastic!"

Enthusiastic voices of discussion echoed around the city wall. Everyone who heard of Han Shuo's arrival was filled with excitement, joy and, for the first time in years, relief.

"This arrogant brat is actually making all these people feel safe. Hehehe, let's see what they think when they see him torn to pieces by the orcs. This wretch really doesn't know the limits of his abilities. Does he really think he can save the situation all by himself? Solve the crisis we haven't been able to defuse for two years?" said Firenze to his daughter in a low voice, his teeth clenched.

"Maybe? Nothing in this world is absolute!" Fanny laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. Soon after, as she rocked Firenze's shoulder, she pleaded lovingly, "Father, Bryan has been held back until now because he fell for the Church of Light's scheme. Can you please forgive him?"

Of course not!" Firenze glared at Fanny with a straight face and scolded her in a low voice, "Has that wretch gone mad too? Why didn't you stop him? You little girl, how could you be so insensitive?"

Fanny groaned as she received this line of criticism from Firenze out of nowhere. Knowing that no words would convince him, Fanny decided not to explain any further, but stared at Han Shuo with gleaming eyes, waiting for Han Shuo to strike.

"Lord Bryan, Lord Bryan is actually attacking the Orc Empire!" Oh my God! Is Lord Bryan mad? That's an army of over a hundred thousand orcs!"

"What is wrong with him? How can Lord Bryan be so stupid? Oh God, what are we going to do?"

When the army-civilians on the city wall finally discovered the purpose of Han Shuo's actions, they began to squirm. The clamour on the city wall grew louder and more chaotic.

Just as everyone was secretly or openly worried about Han Shuo, a streak of bright light suddenly flashed across the sky. An enormous bone dragon sliced through the sky the next moment. Riding on the bone dragon was an Overlord of Death with an air of superiority over the entire world.

Little Skeleton, wielding a long and narrow bone spur, quietly chanted incantations. Cultivating in the elemental energy of death, the little had shown tremendous improvement in necromancy.

As the crowd watched, thousands upon thousands of undead creatures emerged from the bright flashes in the sky. They arranged themselves in neat and tidy lines before marching in an organised fashion towards the Orcs' Empire.

Bright flashes continued to illuminate the sky. The element of death was strong. Summoned by Little Skeleton, hordes of undead creatures poured out of the netherworld, occupying several vast fields in no time!

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