Chapter 314: All Members Arrived!

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The Audience who had already prepared to light candles for Su Ming, even started playing mournful music.

His mind is completely blank at this moment.

The screen filled with question marks, causing a stutter.

???

What the heck? What the hell just flew by just now?!

It seemed like... an RPG?!

Stop messing around! Where's the promised Myth Battlefield? The opponent is a millennia‑old Demon Emperor!

Tell me, someone is carrying a tube in the dungeon to fight Yu Zao Qian? Isn't this art style collapsing absurdly?!

Some are exclaiming in awe, others are worried.

After all, the aura emanating from that fissure.

Even through the screen it feels too chaotic, too grim.

No one dares to guarantee whether the arrival is enemy or ally!

【Pure】 deity! Don't freeze! Run while you can!

That blast was cool, but what if a bigger monster bursts out of that fissure?

The guy carrying the cannon looks familiar... probably an ally, right?

East Wind at night releases a thousand trees of blossoms, and blows down stars like rain!

Of course, the bullet comments from Sakura Country are not backing down.

Although our own goddess exploded, the Demon Emperor was also badly pierced by Su Ming.

But the mouth must stay tough.

It's a matter of principle.

Baka! This must be Great Sakura's secret weapon!

Exactly! It must be Lord Qian He's backup! That fissure definitely contains Great Sakura's national guardian beast!

Yo Xi, Dragon Country, this 【Pure】 is doomed! No escape! The advantage is mine!

All sorts of speculation, the noise rising.

Panic and anticipation intertwine to a peak at this moment!

…

Above the ruins.

Su Ming squints, staring at the slowly expanding spatial fissure.

His taut nerves, about to snap, feel like a rubber band released.

It suddenly softened.

The corners of his mouth lift slightly, pulling the wound, pain making him grit his teeth.

But he smiles brightly.

From the shadow of the fissure, a figure steps out.

Not a demon, not a ghost.

It is a person.

They stand with their backs to Su Ming.

They neither speak immediately nor turn around right away.

Silent, steadfast.

Like towering Kunluns.

Directly cutting across between him and the two arrogant Demon Emperors.

One.

Two.

Three…

A full ten people!

These people wear no ancient armor with sky‑high defense.

Nor are they cloaked in any magical‑artifact robes.

Pure One Suit, pure black special‑ops uniform.

Only at the collar and cuff areas.

Dark‑gold silk threads stitch an unobtrusive yet fierce five‑claw dragon pattern!

No flashy effects at all.

Just standing there quietly.

But this Yellow Springs dungeon, originally filled with demon aura, blood‑soaked aura, Decay aura,

seems instantly suppressed by an invisible steel will!

Like an insurmountable Great Wall spanning heaven and earth!

And this uniform…

Su Ming knows it too well!

Almost the same as 【Dragon Guard】!

The leader isn't particularly tall.

Even compared to the few burly men beside him, he looks somewhat lean and capable.

But he headed to that station.

The raging wind pressure around him strangely subsided.

The man slowly lifted his head.

His profile was hard‑edged, as if carved from granite, exuding a chill forged by countless battles.

His eyes pierced straight toward the two great demon emperors in the heavens.

No idle words.

Not even any superfluous pre‑battle mobilization.

The man abruptly brought his legs together.

His military boots struck the ground.

Bang—!

"Dragon Nation, Northern Front, 【Dragon Soul Guard】 — Jinglei!"

"By order, assume control of the battlefield!"

Rolling thunder erupted instantly!

Immediately after.

On his left side.

A gaunt figure shrouded in shadows also lifted his head.

His voice was hoarse and wavering, yet carried a bone‑chilling cold.

It sounded like the inexorable hand of fate.

"Dragon Nation, Shadow Division, 【Dragon Soul Guard】 — Shadow Kill!"

"By order, behead!"

On the right.

A towering man, two meters twenty tall, as massive as an iron tower.

He grinned, showing a set of stark white teeth.

On his back he bore a gigantic alloy tower shield the size of a door panel.

Even merely standing there, the suffocating pressure that hit you was at full intensity.

"Dragon Nation, Southern Border Front, 【Dragon Soul Guard】 — Bengshan!"

"By order, protect the hero!"

Three Dragon Soul Guards!

The weight of those three words.

To anyone familiar with the Dragon Guard system, this is heaven!

It is the ceiling of the Dragon Nation Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau's combat power!

Each one truly crawled out of the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, capable of holding a region alone and having slain Epic‑level monsters—top‑tier killers!

Seeing even one under normal circumstances is rare.

Today, three appeared at once!

But that's not all!

Behind those three big shots, seven more figures stood, moving in perfect unison.

"【Dragon Rider Guard】, codename — Red Flame!"

"【Dragon Rider Guard】, codename — Destroyer!"

"【Dragon Rider Guard】, codename — Greedy Wolf!"

…

"All units, assemble!!"

Ten voices.

Converging into a torrent that burst through the clouds.

No lofty Divinity.

Nor any capricious, ever‑changing demon power.

What there is,

is a pure, ultimate military spirit!

The live‑stream chat froze for a second.

Then it completely blew up!

"WTF!!!"

"Is this the national team?! This is insanely cool!!"

"Dragon Soul Guard! That's the Legendary Dragon Soul Guard!!"

"Wooo… they're here! Finally! I knew our Dragon Nation would never abandon any hero!"

"Little day, come out for a walk? Weren't you jumping earlier? Now are your legs weak?!"

Countless Dragon Nation Audience members in front of their screens felt a tingling scalp.

All the blood in their bodies surged upward at this moment, rushing against the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

That was the DNA etched in their bones reacting!

No matter where you are, no matter what demons or monsters you face.

As long as you see this uniform, see that dragon pattern.

Your heart is set!

Above the ruins.

Su Ming looked at the ten silhouettes blocking in front of him.

He gazed at the snarling, roaring golden dragon emblem on their backs.

"Heh!"

He smiled, shook his head, and said nothing.

He merely, in silence, slightly loosened his grip on the Ghost Cutter he had been clutching tightly.

Wang Dongfeng, that kid…

He really delivered the East Wind!

East Wind Express—mission guaranteed!

How could we lose this team fight?!

"Consultant Su."

A somewhat cheeky voice rang in his ear at an untimely moment.

Wang Dongfeng, at some point, had already slipped out from behind the broken wall.

Like a Tu Bo Shu.

He skillfully flicked out a cigarette.

Even in this tense moment of two armies clashing, murderous aura soaring.

That guy's face still wore that grin that begs to be punched.

So what's the matter?

If the sky falls, it's just something a tall person can hold up.

"How about it?"

"I told you!"

"If anyone tries to kill you!"

"Then they'd have to step over my corpse first!"

Su Ming took the cigarette.

His hand trembled a bit.

His emotions were hard to explain, hard to put into words.

He lowered his head, bringing the lighter Wang Dongfeng handed him close.

Snap—!

The flame flickered.

He took a deep drag.

The smoke filled his lungs, instantly dispelling the bloodiness and weariness.

His soul seemed to settle back into place at that moment.

"Huh…"

Su Ming exhaled a smoke ring, and through the swirling haze, gazed at the ten towering silhouettes ahead.

Feeling somewhat helpless.

"We'll make do."

"That is…"

"Just a little bit more handsome than me."