CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 430: THE OPPORTUNITY FOR REGRET

"I never thought of you as insignificant, nor as leftover dregs!"

Hearing those words, it took two days for him to finally stop.

On the first day, Sak Duodolan spoke, but only words tinged with rebellion continued to pour out."

At that time, however, Liang Chuan was slowly promoted to captain, and Gao Gong was reduced to nothing more than a thief. As if it were inevitable, dressed as he was, "You can try if you dare!"

I said.

Surpassing the sun—fury, rage, erupting anger, roaring, "Fine! Fine! Let’s see! You better not regret this, for in your hopes, you’ll find no room for regret."

A scornful smile hovered on the face of someone worth watching, mocking disdain visible in their expression. Their gaze swept the surroundings.

He immediately issued orders through the adjutant positioned behind him.

In an instant, from the rear of Swiss County, within a group of over thirty, along that faintly glowing rail track, a fireblast suddenly erupted. Alongside it, thirty exemplary weapons, far above their own symbols or enhancements, released their mightiest, cloud-explosive bombs. To be elevated as a truly powerful general, they soared through the sky toward Yang Chuan.

BOOM!

In a startling moment, thirty cloud-based explosions consumed the horizon, filling Yang Chuan’s domain with a sheer width of devastation. But the symbolic, war-deceptive sparks extended into half the sky above North City, painting it a crimson hue!

Their throats were dry.

Whatever it took, it remained a heartbreaking scenario—not something easily abandoned. The Scotland Commander formed a heavy sigh while clutching his residual strength.

Numerous clouds emerged, detonating simultaneously. The remaining warriors—this was their first time witnessing such a thing!

Put simply, who could survive amidst such dense clouds?

Was it Yang Ri...?

Even in ten days, none would live!

Laughing more maniacally, "HAHAHA! Perhaps the finest display I’ve ever seen! But Yang Chuan, you—you are ashes amidst the flames!"

After succeeding, they followed command directives, regrouping to clear the faint tracks of destruction.

But the moment he turned around, the forward scout suddenly appeared on a panicked screen, shouting, "There’s... there’s a life signal. He—he isn’t dead!"

Not dead?

So, he’s returned from Switzerland.

But what followed was fury!

He had prepared numerous massive bombs, yet what he witnessed... thirty cloud bombs detonating—scenes so magnificent they swept across the world. To witness survival amidst such explosions... was nearly impossible.

Thus, after firing the first clouds, there was no intention of launching a second volley—there seemingly was no need.

But his judgment now came into doubt. How could he not be enraged?

"Bullshit! What should I even do now?"

Kerk swaggered before the scout, asking, "Who could withstand thirty cloud detonations? Tell me, WHO would survive this?"

"Commander, I... I’m afraid no man could withstand such explosions or stop them."

The scouting agents pointed at surrounding drones, responding, "But... the investigative results... show just this!"

Results.

Both Robert and the Scottish commander, upon hearing this, fixed their gazes onto the drone monitors and fell into stunned silence.

Amidst the red blaze of cloud bombs, a lone figure suddenly emerged—a form draped in green.

"Impossible."

Mark stared at the screen, instinctively denying what he saw.

And yet, in that same moment, many with him perceived something that instantly shook their formations—all cohesion disintegrated.

Because in the flickering inferno before their eyes, a lone shadow strode out—a presence undisputed.

Black-clad, dark-haired, face cold, and indifferent.

Most strikingly, this figure emerged unharmed, transcending the obliterating explosions that engulfed them mere moments ago.

Whole—intact; one might even say luminous amid the wreckage. His towering figure was all-encompassing clarity.

Within the archive of records from the East Sea—was this not the same sallow frame from years before?

Indeed, those were outdated times—back when Yang Chuan first ascended through ruin, where he emerged as a living proof of Ancient Martial Pu Wei’s prowess. After cataloging ruins and pushing himself beyond mortal boundaries, he had surpassed Double Caution!

To say nothing of the path he carved in recent years, distinct and natural yet volatile! A road none could emulate.

Coupled with Yang Qianliang’s cultivation techniques, alongside external transformations, echoes of Devil John’s memory fueled his Divine Skill. Combined with rediscovered secrets from ruins, every formula propelled him further—to stand exalted, confronting Demonic Zhao Yuan’an! This was salvation and separation transcended!

Compared to Yang Chuan today, the East Sea’s past exhibitions were utterly eclipsed!

Even if the tally multiplied—thirty, three hundred explosions, no matter—such confrontations were akin to games against Yang Chuan!

Nevertheless, none dared overlook the cataclysmic impact. Yang Chuan’s resolute defiance against the clouds’ apocalyptic blasts left lingering awe utterly unmatched!

"Monster! He’s an absolute monster!"

Watching Yang Chuan approach methodically, step by unshaken step, many were both anxious and roaring in their desperation. "What ARE you waiting for?! Launch more rounds!"

Launch.

In the depths of Swiss County, artillery teams responded swiftly, initiating another chain of cloud bomb launches.

Robert and the Scottish commander remained paralyzed, unable to rest!

As part of the Three Kingdoms Joint Army, they had descended here with Yang Chuan—confronting not only history’s unparalleled foe but leaving the opposition in Swiss County utterly incompatible!

When Lin Cheke ordered the firing of the next salvo, the battle begun under broad daylight formally commenced, revealing the start of an epochal war!

Aside from Yang Chuan and these forces, every command sought temporary alleviation amidst the chaos!

Thus, almost in unison, Robert and Scotland’s leading officials faced their impending doom—alongside their nation’s military, their only resolve: "FIRE!"

A louder BANG erupted!

Bullets, artillery shells, shrapnel-blasting cannons, tanks firing in harmony—even an entire series of cloud detonations followed.

As if they were paying a singular cost—the Third Joint Army launched every resource at their disposal, bombarding Yang Chuan without ceasing. Even North City Yellow Wilderness’s surface deepened into pitted scars resembling celestial craters!

And yet, the gravely battered Tianchuan strode onward, unshaken by their futile attempts.

Every bombardment—artillery, cannonball, shell—slipped past him like snowball strikes against steel, their very force dissolving upon impact. Nothing touched Yang Chuan!

Zike, Robert, and countless others didn’t know what they were witnessing. Yet there he was, pacing through their skies, leaving the Three Kingdoms Alliance without any ammunition, their adversaries drowning in despair.

They knew this moment transcended fire—they had beheld myth incarnate!

To them—what monastery? What so-called supreme existed?

"Yang Xiusheng, I—"

As if gazing upon divine judgment itself, one could only mutter helplessly beneath the dread that cloaked the heavens. Their trembling knees faltered, seeking solace amidst the unfolding skies.

Failure never needed stating—it was written in their helpless resignation, executed by order.

In an instant, waves of Swiss fighters and allied commanders shattered like dust before Italy’s failing legions. Following suit, Scotland County reeled amidst chaos!

Yang Chuan advanced into North City at electric speed, dismantling what remained—the fragmented vestiges of the Three Kingdoms’ weakened resolve, leaving nothing but scraps upon the battlefield of ruin!

...

Stepping into the Saint Raster Church.

Under constant fire, Gret, Narba, and Scos Skos, with their masterful readiness, steadied themselves spiritually. Like the rhythmic roar of artillery, their inner songs maintained an eerie calm, a fragile comfort amid chaos.

"Regardless," someone chuckled. "Italy and Stiss alone dominate the Three Kingdoms Joint Army—they have enough troops and firepower!"

"Precisely!"