Apocalypse Gachapon
Chapter 971: Dragon Throne

The gory stench in the air lasted for a long time. There wasn’t any wind in Blue Secret Realm after winter, so it took longer for this scent to dissipate.

Chika held a halberd in one hand and a bucket of water in the other and headed towards the fences.

He was a deputy general of the Light Cavalry Squad but broke the rules and was sent here to care for injured mounts.

This was, of course, a blow to him. Fortunately, his mental strength was very strong. He knew that he would get called back before the main attack. After all, a deputy general was only below the three commanders and was a high-level member. The thousand cavaliers under him would only listen to him when it was time to risk their lives.

A purple eagle squatted beside the fence. If you got close, you could pick up a decomposing smell. This eagle was injured in battle and was stabbed by a bone spear. There was something on the spear that resulted in the wound decomposing. It couldn’t heal and was sent here to rest.

Beside another fence was a middle-aged man who had also been sent here as a punishment. He stared at a black beast, observed the amount it ate, and recorded the information.

“Isn’t it burdensome to carry a halberd at this moment?”

The middle-aged man didn’t know why Chika had carried the weapon.

“This is the Posthumous people’s territory, and accidents might occur at any moment,” Chika said seriously.

“Is that so?” The middle-aged man smiled, “Why did I hear that your Commander Nan is sending someone over to take a look at the situation?”

Chika scratched his head awkwardly and smiled, “Haiz, who wants to care for birds here instead of being a cavalier? Only you decided not to be a feather warrior and came here to manage things.”

The middle-aged man smiled and looked as the black beast finished its food. He looked at Chika, who was washing the eagle's wounds with a potion. This fellow was a problem sometimes. He complained that he didn’t want to feed the birds and horses, but when it was time to do his job, he was a very responsible person.

At the same time, the middle-aged man was impressed with his strength. He was not even 30 and was already a level-six warrior. If he improved, he could become a manager who was in charge of thousands of Saint Hall elites.

The middle-aged man walked back with the bucket. It was very busy here. Treating injured mounts and capturing beasts in the Posthumous people's territory amounted to nearly ten thousand beasts here. Four thousand caregivers seemed like a large number, but apart from the guards in charge of defense, there were fewer than three thousand people. If you removed those who were in charge of research, two thousand were left. Some higher-level and bigger ones needed a few people to care for them at once, meaning everyone was very busy on average.

The middle-aged man whistled. He looked at the sky that always remained the same and felt like it would be a good day.

Wait… What was that?

The middle-aged man had lowered his head, but he raised it. He looked at the sky in shock.

Before he could react, the sounds of battle spread from a corner of the camp, and the soundwave swept the entire camp.

Enemy attack!

This phrase appeared in his mind, but it was a little foreign.

As a member of Saint Light Hall, it had been long since he thought of or faced this phrase.

They had always been the victor and were the attackers. A sneak attack was only something that they did. There was never an enemy that dared to sneak attack them.

But it happened.

“On guard!’

The middle-aged man shouted. He tossed the wooden bucket aside and ran towards where he came from.

He really wished he was Chika and that he had carried his weapon with him.

He was far stronger than that deputy general.

He was a level-seven warrior.

A bright light shone from behind him. He knew it was from Chika to attract the enemy to create a chance for others to prepare… Or escape.

It was obvious that Chika and the middle-aged man both felt that since the enemy chose to sneak attack this place, they had to be confident. People who imagined winning in such a situation were all idealists.

The truth was sometimes more cruel than what people were used to.

Moreover, it was far more cruel.

Liang Chuyin, Little Tiger, and Xia Bai each led their teams from three different directions into the Saint Light Hall camp.

Ye Zhonging and Red Hair led the skeleton squad from another direction.

Ye Zhongming followed Red Hair not only because she seemed very friendly, he was also curious about her mutation.

He wanted to see how she controlled these skeletons and how they fought and evolved.

Red Hair’s skeleton chair landed on the ground. The thing the middle-aged man had seen was Red Hair, Ye Zhongming, and that chair.

The skeleton squad sneak attacked their backline. Those fellows were very strong after turning into skeletons and were no weaker than before. The only difference was that there were two classes.

One portion of them turned into close combat skeletons; their hands had blades, swords, spears, shields, sticks, hammers, etc. Another portion had ranged weapons like bows, staffs, crossbows…

These skeletons lost their talent ability, but their special parts were still there. They were much stronger, along with their weapons.

None of the Saint Light Hall warriors could block their attacks. With the attacks of the two groups, the skeleton squad faced little to no resistance.

Ye Zhongming didn’t attack. He watched from the side and saw as the skeleton warriors charged into the camp. They worked together to kill the kings of the secret realm.

Ye Zhongming felt that they would absorb some energy from the corpses of each person that they killed to nourish their own bodies. When they charged into the core of this place, none of them actually died. Moreover, their bodies became firmer as the number of Saint Light Hall people they killed increased.

Red Hair didn’t attack and just let her subordinates kill. So, he didn’t know how much stronger she was and how much she improved.

The Saint Light Hall base couldn’t fight back at all. The four squads were in their core area. At this point, they finally faced some resistance.

The stronger Saint Light Hall warriors worked together with the slightly injured mounts, who could still fight. They gathered in a corner of the camp and resisted to death.

Chika was among them. The difference was that the middle-aged man was riding a flower-spotted tiger beast. Chika was riding the mount that all Light Cavalry Squad members rode.