Chapter 279 - Defending the Battlefront
This was the battlefield where the God King of Darkness clashed with the God King of Light. Han Wu landed near the rear, close to the infirmary. Many wounded units had retreated here from the frontlines to receive treatment. Most of them were vampires.
The vampires, along with the Dark Elves and Revenants, made up the three primary races loyal to the God King of Darkness. They were the three main forces fighting for the Darkness faction.
The moment Han Wu appeared, several vampires detected his presence through their keen sense of smell. The scent of fresh blood drew their attention.
“Is that... fresh blood? It’s so tempting...” One vampire with injured eyes rose to his feet and lunged at Han Wu, eager to be the first to taste his fresh blood.
Fortunately, another vampire lying beside him used his only remaining arm to pin down the lunging vampire. “You idiot! Do you think of nothing but food? Can’t you feel the powerful Dark Energy radiating from that Young Master?”
The blind vampire scoffed and muttered with open disdain, “Tsk. I can’t see anything to begin with.”
The Elder stood beside Han Wu, guarding him carefully against the injured vampires. He did not fear for Han Wu’s safety but worried the vampires would soil his clothes.
Han Wu studied the injured vampires and noted their strength. Even the weakest among them were of Unique rank, while the strongest had reached High Lord rank.
“It seems they’re hostile toward me,” he remarked.
The Elder shot the group a sharp, warning glare before responding. “Holy Son, please be at ease. These vampires are nothing more than cannon fodder for the Darkness faction. They tend to resent those of higher status, but rest assured. They won’t dare lay a hand on you.”
Han Wu was quietly surprised to learn that vampires—Unique life forms from birth—served only as cannon fodder here. The scale of the war exceeded his expectations.
At that moment, a vampire dressed in luxurious clothing entered the infirmary. He bowed deeply to Han Wu and said respectfully, “I am Aslai. I welcome you, Young Master.”
Han Wu noticed that Aslai did not come from the Divine Civilization but carried an aura charged with Divine Points. It seemed that Aslai was a Demigod. Unlike Han Wu, it was far more difficult for a unit to achieve that.
Divine Beings like Han Wu benefited from the worship of countless units and races, making their ascension smoother. In contrast, individual units had to rely solely on their own effort to ascend.
Han Wu regarded Aslai with renewed respect. “No need for such formality. I am here just to offer some help.”
Aslai nodded. “Please, follow me.”
They left the infirmary, and Han Wu saw the sky ablaze with explosions from Light Energy and Dark Energy. Battles raged relentlessly across the horizon.
They reached a vantage point, and Aslai gestured toward the area. “This is an ideal place to set up an ambush. Many Holy Rabbitmen roam here, and they are easy prey. Young Master, if you strike here, you will earn many merits and return triumphant.”
Han Wu frowned. Even the Elder understood Aslai’s implication. The vampire wanted Han Wu to remain safely in this quiet region and pick off weak prey. Then Aslai could inflate the report, claiming Han Wu had achieved great merit. He assumed Han Wu was a wealthy son sent here for some training before returning.
The Elder’s anger flared, and he raised a hand to strike Aslai. “You damn vampire. How dare you belittle the Holy Son!”
Han Wu caught the Elder’s hand and gently lowered it. “Aslai, I came here to gain real battle experience. It doesn’t matter if I earn no merits. Please transfer me elsewhere.”
Aslai had already determined that Han Wu was a bigshot, judging by the Elder’s treatment and the reports from his superiors. What kind of important figure would willingly come to a battlefront lacking resources and nearly impossible to defend if not for the merits it offered?
This place was also filthy and unhygienic. Aslai refused to believe Han Wu wasn’t here to collect merits. Still, since Han Wu clearly said he didn’t want them, Aslai saw no reason to deny his request. Although Aslai was a Demigod, he remained just one of many units serving Darkness.
“Young Master, if that is the case, I will transfer you elsewhere.” Aslai spoke as if it were a simple matter, but he was quietly scanning multiple battlefronts to find one that posed some challenge without threatening the frontline.
He soon found a suitable location. “Here. Please follow me.”
He led them to a vast crater housing a single base. The base’s position left it vulnerable to being surrounded by enemies.
Thankfully, the only foes reaching this area were the weak Elite Lightchaser Wolves. Aslai was confident Han Wu would have no trouble handling them.
Han Wu scanned the base and immediately recognized the danger it posed. From his knowledge of warfare, the terrain made it a treacherous spot to defend. Yet, there was a clear reason for the base’s existence. It served as a gateway to the Darkness faction’s backline. Guarding this spot meant protecting the faction’s most vulnerable flank.
Han Wu nodded. “Very well. I shall defend this place.”
Aslai sighed, relieved to see Han Wu satisfied. “In that case, I must return to the infirmary. Many valiant vampires still need my aid.”
Without another word, Aslai dissolved into a swarm of tiny bats and flew off.
Han Wu grew bored waiting at the base for the enemy to arrive. Meanwhile, the Elder seethed over how he was being treated. Han Wu was the Holy Son of Death and had absorbed both the Death Aspect and the Darkness Aspect. Someone of his status should have been stationed at the frontlines, where the fighting was fiercest against the main force of Light’s army—not assigned to such a remote outpost.
Han Wu had already accepted his situation and chuckled softly. “It’s fine. You don’t need to complain on my behalf. I am only a Demigod. It’s already fortunate they entrusted me with a battlefront to defend.”
“But Holy Son, you are meant for greater deeds, not sitting here in a crater.”
“I don’t mind where I am as long as I can practice my Divine Skills. Also, try to tone down your Divine Authority a bit, or my prey will flee,” Han Wu instructed.
He then scanned the terrain, checking for any sign of an ambush. Before long, a pack of Lightchaser Wolves came into view. They served as fodder for the Light faction and were often sent ahead to wear down the enemy’s stamina, making things easier for the main force.
The pack’s leader nearly faltered when it caught sight of Han Wu. Since its youth, the leader had shown exceptional talent and a keen sense of smell. It detected the dangerous scent radiating from Han Wu.
“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” it howled, signaling a retreat.
Unfortunately, Han Wu had no intention of letting them get away so easily. He leapt out of the crater, landed in front of the Lightchaser Wolves, and gathered his Divine Points. A moment later, he unleashed the Divine Skill: Eternal Night.
A blanket of darkness swallowed everything within a ten-kilometer radius. The Lightchaser Wolves stumbled into chaos, unable to see. They charged aimlessly through the black void, their movements frantic. Only a handful managed to break free from the darkness.
Han Wu chuckled. “Only Demigods and above can escape from Eternal Night. You’re all just fodder. Stay right there and become my training puppets.”
He raised his arm and leveled his palm at one of the wolves. “Death Divine Skill: Asphyxiation.”
The Lightchaser Wolf suddenly let out a strangled yelp as an invisible force wrapped around its throat. It clawed at the air, gasping for breath, but no sound escaped. The other wolves panicked, but none of them knew how to help. In the end, the wolf collapsed from suffocation.
After killing the Lightchaser Wolf, Han Wu let out a sigh. The Death Divine Skill had one flaw: the user endured the same sensation as the target. Still, he could wield it without spending extra Divine Points and extend its effect for as long as he wished.