Chapter 110: The Coming of War

“Wooooh!”

Amidst the piercing sound of war horns, colossal shapes emerged on the horizon.

They marched forward with overwhelming momentum, charging toward their target.

At Beacon Fortress, the human commanders watched coldly.

“The demon clans are attacking!”

“Right at this moment?”

“Why now?”

“An unprovoked assault!”

The Snake King glanced coldly at the few speaking officers and said sharply, “Do the demon clans need a reason to attack humans?”

The high-ranking officers promptly fell silent.

The Snake King then turned his gaze to another man and sneered, “This time, even if you don’t want to fight, you have no choice.”

Xiang Tian looked at the Snake King with a steely gaze, unmistakably skeptical.

The Snake King was eager for battle—could he be stirring trouble behind the scenes?

“Inform everyone to prepare for combat!”

Xiang Tian’s expression was cold, yet his orders were precise and commanding.

As one of the human marshals, having even supplanted the Snake King to become the overall commander of Beacon Fortress, he was certainly no fool.

Soon, Beacon Fortress sprang into action.

Simultaneously, several smaller fortresses guarding Beacon Fortress also began their operations.

The Snake King rose calmly and declared, “I will go to the First Fortress!”

There were three smaller fortresses protecting Beacon Fortress, and the Snake King intended to take position at the foremost one.

“No!”

Xiang Tian stopped him, speaking evenly, “I will go first.”

“Marshal!”

The fortress leaders exclaimed in surprise.

As the overall commander, Xiang Tian’s duty was to coordinate from the center.

Why would the commander appear on the battlefield before the final decisive fight?

The Snake King was also taken aback.

Xiang Tian smiled coldly and said, “These demon brats really think they can bully me? They want a fight? Fine, I'll give them one they won’t forget!”

He then issued a series of further orders.

At this moment, the Snake King’s secretary, Zhu Yao, was astonished to see Xiang Tian take the initiative against the demon clan’s assault.

This changed Zhu Yao’s perception of Xiang Tian.

As the Snake King’s secretary, Zhu Yao knew many things—like how Xiang Tian hoped for stability, possibly because he might be recalled to headquarters and did not want trouble before then.

Clearly, Zhu Yao had greatly misunderstood the marshals.

“Whirr!”

Suddenly, a tremendous roar echoed.

Xiang Tian, who was about to depart, froze in place.

Even the Snake King gasped.

Before them appeared massive warships.

Their rugged designs, wild contours, and destructive cannons all proclaimed their identity.

The demon clan’s main fleet!

And not just any fleet, but a fully assembled main fleet!

“Have these demon brats lost their minds?” the Snake King exclaimed.

For the three great clans, airborne warships were their cornerstone—no one dared to deploy them lightly.

Once the main fleet suffered damage, the entire battlefield could tip disastrously.

Whether human, demon, or demoness, the main fleets were limited and not easily replenished.

“Wooooh!”

Urgent alarms blared.

At the commands of the Snake King and Xiang Tian, the human main fleet rose into the sky, facing off against the demon main fleet.

The flagship of the demon fleet was Bloodmane’s warship.

The previous flagship had been demoted to second place.

Now, Bloodmane sat atop a towering throne in the ship’s core, glaring coldly at Xiang Tian and the Snake King.

Their eyes met and clashed as if across time and space.

“Snake, Elephant, you’re finished!”

Liu Hen’s title was the Snake King.

Xiang Tian was equally famous, known among the demon and demoness clans as the Sky Elephant.

Yet now, both the Snake King and Sky Elephant were overshadowed by Bloodmane’s imposing presence.

Not just in status, but in sheer strength.

Bloodmane, Xiang Tian, and Liu Hen were all god-general level warriors, but Bloodmane was strong enough to take on two.

The demon clan, as the aggressor, had the stronger main fleet.

Even Bloodmane outmatched Xiang Tian and the Snake King.

Xiang Tian and the Snake King exchanged a glance, seeing the worry mirrored in each other’s eyes.

They could not understand why Bloodmane was acting so recklessly, trying to spark an all-out war.

A full-scale war between humans and demons!

Not only had he sent out the main fleet, but he had also brought his own war mount, along with reinforcements, swelling the fleet by nearly a quarter!

Did he intend to seize one of the few massive human fortresses?

“Let them come!” The Snake King’s expression calmed, his voice cold as steel. “If we can take down Bloodmane...”

Even losing the Beacon demon beasts would be worth it.

Bloodmane was worth that price.

“Whirr!”

The human main fleet also moved, bolstered by fresh forces.

Xiang Tian and the Snake King’s war mounts joined in.

Though still slightly weaker than the enemy, they were battle-ready.

“Roar!”

“Hiss!”

“Whoosh!”

Thunderous roars erupted.

The demons began their assault.

Their species were many and varied.

Some resembled humans in size; others towered over ten meters tall.

At the front charged the massive demons, with smaller ones hidden among them, ready to strike from the shadows.

“Crack, crack, crack!”

Amid the sharp sounds, the main fleets’ cannons swiveled, aiming at Beacon Fortress.

Simultaneously, the human fleet refused to yield.

“Fire!”

Bloodmane and Xiang Tian issued their orders almost in unison.

Cannons unleashed torrents of fire.

A fierce exchange ensued.

Countless shells screamed through the air, the glow from psychic formations illuminating the battlefield.

The warships ascended higher and higher.

On the ground, humans and demons clashed, following the old rule: battles with warships should be fought in the void.

“Hmph!” Xiang Tian snorted coldly, gripping his massive hammer tightly as he led his guards toward the First Fortress.

The Snake King drew his weapon—a single-barreled spear.

It resembled a shotgun but with a barrel so wide it could swallow a child’s arm whole.

Anyone seeing such a massive muzzle would feel their scalp tingle.

A single shot would likely blow a person apart.

All psychic formations across Beacon Fortress and its three guarding fortresses activated.

Countless shells rained down.

Gunmen on the fortresses opened fire wildly.

The demons responded fiercely.

The two sides collided instantly.

Roars!

Black smoke!

Bloodcurdling screams!

Fury!

Flames!

The entire battlefield seemed to march toward hell.

...

“Ugh!”

Fang Qingyun woke abruptly from sleep.

He sat up on the bed, brow furrowed.

“What is it?”

Gu Xi, draped in a sheer veil, lazily rose and leaned gently against Fang Qingyun.

She had been thoroughly exhausted the previous night and still felt weak.

“I sense something is wrong,” Fang Qingyun said, pressing a finger to his temple, gently massaging.

“Indeed something is,” Gu Xi glanced at him and said, “It’s been three days. Every day you’ve been fighting Teacher Xi Liuyan, and after the fight, you still manage to wear me out. Don’t you ever get tired?”

“I’m serious.”

Fang Qingyun frowned. “You rest. I’m going out for a bit.”

Gu Xi was startled. “No way! There are so many sentries and psychic formations outside, and the Snake King has sent many experts. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Maybe it’s not the school. You rest first.”

Fang Qingyun shook his head and got out of bed.

The two of them now lived together.

This was a blatant violation of school rules.

The Northwest Military Academy was lenient about mutual attraction between students; even private affairs were often overlooked.

But living together was absolutely forbidden.

From both the student and military perspectives.

In the end, the notorious womanizer Zhao Junhong came up with a dubious solution.

They wouldn’t live together but would share an office.

The student council had an independent compound, a set of complete buildings.

There were many rooms, including offices and resting areas.

They lived long-term in the resting area—who would check on them there?

Moreover, Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong were prominent figures on campus; no one would risk offending them over such a minor issue.

In the Qingyue World, customs were open; relationships between students and teachers were common.

If they tried to investigate such matters thoroughly, few in the academy would be “clean.”

Fang Qingyun strode outside.

Passing each sentry, he asked carefully.

He felt a vague unease but could not pinpoint its source.

Could the demon clan really dare to attack the Northwest Military Academy?

That would be foolish.

Though on the frontline, the academy was relatively deep behind, guarded by hundreds of teachers, over a hundred at general rank, including three senior teachers like Xi Liuyan.

Though many students were on the front lines, thousands remained behind, all capable warriors who had tasted blood.

The Snake King had sent several general-level warriors.

Psychic formations were in place.

Such a Northwest Military Academy was far stronger than any supply point.

Without inside help, how could it be breached?

Inside help?

Fang Qingyun suddenly froze.

“President!”

The sentry speaking with Fang Qingyun noticed his sudden stop and cautiously called out.

“Nothing,” Fang Qingyun smiled and turned, striding toward the teacher’s resting quarters.

As he entered, several sleeping teachers opened their eyes, alert to the movement.

“What’s this kid up to?”

Xi Liuyan was among those awakened.

He rose and peered out the window, murmuring, “In the dead of night, walking around so boldly and even releasing some aura—what’s wrong? Has someone provoked him?”

He came to the living room.

All the teachers were generals, some senior generals.

The Northwest Military Academy had a vast territory; each teacher had nearly a private villa.

Fang Qingyun entered Xi Liuyan’s home with ease.

Xi Liuyan was brewing tea. “What’s wrong? Who offended you?”

Fang Qingyun got straight to the point. “If there is a traitor inside the academy, who would it be?”

“Ugh!”

Xi Liuyan almost spat out his tea.

Wide-eyed, he said, “Nonsense! A traitor here? How could the Northwest Military Academy have a traitor?”

He stared at Fang Qingyun, probing, “Did you get any news?”

“No news at all!”

Xi Liuyan nearly jumped up. “Then why the serious face and all this fuss?”

“Don’t you know? We used to be from the same legion—we are comrades-in-arms.”

Fang Qingyun tapped his head. “It’s intuition.”

Xi Liuyan was so angry he felt like vomiting blood.

You come running over with your intuition and ask about traitors in the Northwest Military Academy? And you’re so serious about it, making it seem real—do you know how much you’re stressing me out?

He snapped, “How come your intuition is even more accurate than a woman’s?”

“Just humor me,” Fang Qingyun said, his eyes glinting dangerously. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll have Xiao Hei fight you a few rounds.”

Xi Liuyan was dumbfounded.

This bastard was affectionate when he needed help, calling him Teacher Xi warmly.

But when there was nothing, it was just “Old Xi.”

And now, he was threatening him.

Are you human?

Yet the threat was effective.

Xi Liuyan sighed deeply.

He truly didn’t want to fight Xiao Hei, let alone several matches.

What made him speechless was that Fang Qingyun’s power was constantly growing, meaning Xiao Hei’s strength also increased.

Now facing Xiao Hei was increasingly difficult.

Helpless, Xi Liuyan sat down, frowning in thought.

Fang Qingyun sipped tea calmly, unhurried.

He knew that rushing wouldn’t help.

“I can’t figure it out,” Xi Liuyan shook his head. “By your logic, there are many teachers who could betray us; it’s impossible to check everyone.”

Fang Qingyun explained, “Ordinary teachers don’t cause much harm. At least general rank ones should be considered.”

Xi Liuyan still shook his head. “Even so, there are still quite a few.”

“In that case,” Fang Qingyun pondered, “tell me the teachers you trust—absolutely trust.”

“That’s easy!” Xi Liuyan immediately grabbed paper and pen, jotting down names.

“Is that all?”

“You asked for absolute trust—some on this list are still a bit suspicious.”

Everyone was in their thirties or older, each with their own thoughts. Who could say for sure that someone was above suspicion?

“Fine,” Fang Qingyun put away the list and stood. “I’ll leave now. Sorry to disturb your sleep.”

He glanced toward Xi Liuyan’s bedroom.

Xi Liuyan blushed and snapped, “What are you looking at? I’m only forty—I’m allowed a woman.”

“Heh,” Fang Qingyun smirked.

Forty-plus, sure, but why was your woman a freshman from their class?

Eighteen years old! Even younger!

Who the hell was the real beast here!?

“Beep, beep, beep!”

At that moment, urgent alarms rang out.

Fang Qingyun’s expression froze.

He exchanged a glance with Xi Liuyan, and like rockets, they dashed out.