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The night went by with Qianye packing up his things in preparation for his imminent hunt.

Cui Yuanhai walked out of his little hut and, with great effort, tossed Qianye a huge origin gun. “The environment here is special, and ordinary guns can’t exert their full power. I built a new one in recent days that can be considered grade-seven. Use this for the time being. It might not be comfortable to use, but it’s better than having nothing.”

What the old man had given him was a product full of violent aesthetics—the muzzle was the size of a fist, the barrel was as thick as a finger, and the body of the firearm itself was built of steel and covered in origin arrays. It was just that the patterns on the arrays were so coa.r.s.e that their function could only be considered a basic grade-five.

The mechanical parts of the gun were simple and primitive, with the loading and ejection both manually operated. There wasn’t a single support function to be found. There should be no problem even if one were to use this clumsy but st.u.r.dy weapon like a hammer.

This origin gun’s overall design was fairly ancient, probably similar to weapons from over three hundred years ago. However, only weapons of such barbaric design could be used freely in the neutral lands. Without special protection, intricate arrays simply couldn’t withstand the erosion of the void origin power here and would be destroyed before long. A weapon like the Carol of Shadows could withstand the erosion due to its valuable material composition, but even so, it would still suffer some reduction to firepower.

Perhaps only the Ten Grand Magnums would be able to exert their full power in the neutral lands.

The old man hauled a wooden chest over and said, “This box is full of origin bullets for this gun.”

Qianye opened up the chest and saw rows of physical origin bullets inside. He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry when he saw that the projectiles were as large as a hand grenade. Perhaps only Zhao Yuying might love this gun.

The shortcomings of this weapon were also quite obvious. Apart from its c.u.mbersome operation and difficulty in carrying, its range was only over a hundred meters. The origin arrays Cui Yuanhai had installed were all for increased firepower. There was simply no consideration for accuracy and range. Then again, there was simply no need for accuracy within a hundred meters. With Qianye’s marksmans.h.i.+p skills, he could hit anything just by pointing at it.

As an outcome of pursuing extreme firepower, this weapon was even more destructive than Zhao Yuying’s Mountain Splitter, and it was even more powerful at closer range.

“Pick a name for it,” Qianye said.

Cui Yuanhai shook his head continuously. “Absolutely not! If it wasn’t for this accursed place, how could I have built such a... thing. If this spreads, my life’s reputation will be completely destroyed.”

Qianye didn’t force the issue. At this point, Nighteye had returned with an airs.h.i.+p from the small town. Qianye loaded the old man’s luggage onto the airs.h.i.+p along with necessary equipment and local products like wood and golden-threaded snails. After all the preparations were complete, Cui Yuanhai took to the air and left.

“He’ll be fine over there, won’t he?” Nighteye sounded somewhat worried.

“I hope so. After all, the Xue family has some power in Port City. The old man will pay them a visit after arriving there. If those two fellows are smart enough, they’ll take care of the old man in our stead.”

Nighteye said, “The Wolf King has probably connected Gary’s death to the Xue family. Besides, the two of them are of the younger generation and have limited influence on the family’s policymaking. If the Wolf King really targets the Xue family, they might actually toss the two kids out to ensure survival.”

Qianye was greatly impressed. “You’re awesome!”

Nighteye shot Qianye a glance. “Of course, I didn’t read the Comprehensive History of the Empire for nothing.”

Seeing this, Qianye felt that there was something wrong but couldn’t quite point out what it was. Eventually, Nighteye chuckled while covering her mouth. “What, are you thinking that I’m no longer easy to deceive?” Only then did he come to a realization.

Nighteye had been slowly recovering from the physical and mental damage since Qianye saved her from the imperial military. He had gotten used to her being weak and relying on him for everything. He was even secretly worried when she tried to fight against Xue Ding.

During this period, Qianye had forgotten that Nighteye was once the princess of the Monroe clan, a primo with talents exceeding even the Holy Son Edward. The t.i.tles Holy Son and Princess weren’t decided based on the n.o.bility of one’s bloodline. They needed to prove themselves in cultivation and in battle to qualify for their respective roles.

Even though they require a degree of protection for their maturation phase, it wasn’t complete isolation. The ancient clans would arrange for suitable enemies to polish their scions. Nighteye was dispatched to the battlefield soon after joining the Monroe clan. This could be considered protected training, but Nighteye managed to prove herself with her outstanding rate of advancement.

At the Holy Son’s level, there would be no more protection. He needed to be able to uphold great responsibilities and oversee an entire region on the battlefield.

None of the dark races’ famed geniuses were simple characters, and Nighteye was no exception.

After thinking about this, Qianye was filled with an inexplicable sensation. Sometimes, he would rather she stay as a weak girl that needed his protection, but that wasn’t the case in reality.

Qianye suddenly recalled Song Zining’s words. “Don’t ever find a woman so intelligent that you can’t deceive her.”

It would seem the seventh young master was speaking from his own experience.

After making ample preparations, Qianye and Nighteye traveled through the forest and arrived at the small town. Qianye had killed the werewolf viscount, as well as the wargs—it was about time the Wolf King’s Guard realized something was wrong here.

A complicated landscape like the small town was the most advantageous for Qianye and Nighteye.

At this moment, there was a werewolf elder in the town square. He was so old that he couldn’t stand straight and had to lean on a staff for support. His greyish white hair was decorated with three feathers, and there were colored cloth-strips wrapped around the ordinary-looking staff in his hand.

People familiar with Evernight History would recognize this as the attire of the ancient werewolf tribes from tens of thousands of years ago. It was just that only members with prestige and power would be able to don such feathers as decoration. The greater the number of feathers, the higher his status. Three feathers meant that this werewolf was at least an elder in the tribe.

At this moment, the werewolf viscount was on his very last breath, meeting this werewolf elder for the last time.

The old werewolf waved his staff, shooting out several beams of light that converged into the viscount's corpse. This radiance was rather mysterious, causing the viscount’s body to regain some vitality. The latter moved slightly, opened his eyes, and looked up with great difficulty. However, his eyes were full of puzzlement and he couldn’t even speak. Apparently, the body had regained some life, but his consciousness was already dead.

The werewolf elder pulled back his staff. He was already drenched in sweat after this brief moment of work, and the creases on his face seemed to have grown deeper. Watching the viscount’s immobile body, he stamped down with his staff and cursed, “Useless thing!”

Werewolves possessed powerful vitality and would be able to hold out for a period of time even with their vitals shattered. Qianye had impaled the werewolf on the pole in order to torment him and send word back to the Wolf King’s Guard.

Who would’ve thought the werewolf couldn’t stand the pain and, having lost all desire to live, pa.s.sed away after a short while. In the eyes of the brave werewolves, the inability to withstand pain was a cla.s.sic sign of cowardice.

At this point, a werewolf soldier walked over and pa.s.sed a wooden board to the elder, saying, “We found this on the roof where the original war banner was. Maybe it’s a symbol?”

The werewolf elder looked at the simple X on the board and exclaimed, “What the heck is this?”

“It’s probably a war banner, totem, or a crest. We also found these.”

The werewolf soldier brought back some broken wooden boards. They had already reconnected them to the point where one could make out the fantastic drawings and runes on them. These wooden boards were of the same shape and size as the one on the roof, which led to them guessing that this was perhaps a certain war banner.

The werewolf elder looked at them for a long while before saying, “How ugly! You’ve actually managed to find these things, but did you find any clues regarding this person?”

The werewolf soldiers whispered, “He didn’t leave any scent at all. Additionally, the stench of blood here is so intense that it interferes with our perception. We’re also a bit too close to the Black Grove.”

“Useless things!” The old werewolf cursed again, but he knew that the neutral lands deeply affected the werewolves’ sense of smell. The Black Grove, especially, was a nightmare for their race.

The Black Grove could absorb any and all smells. Even werewolves with the sharpest olfactory senses would only smell one thing there—the scent of the Black Grove. Additionally, if the grove were to suffer an attack, it would emit a type of irritating smell. Such gases had no effect on Qianye, but it was a nightmarish odor for the werewolves and their sharp senses. The weaker ones would find their noses swollen, red, and painful for many days.

Thus, the werewolf elder couldn’t think of a good idea despite his anger. All he could do was have his subordinates continue their search. They needed to find clues even if they had to flip the entire town over.

One of the werewolves kicked open the door to a certain house. He then entered with his long saber in tow and began checking everywhere. The stench inside was so strong that he trembled after entering the room. During this brief moment of distraction, he felt a chill from his back as a vampiric blade entered his heart.

Drained of essence blood, the werewolf soldier collapsed without a sound. He didn’t even get the chance to call out. Qianye appeared from behind like a specter and left the house to hide inside another.

Dozens of soldiers had already spread out to search the small town. The elder, on the other hand, was pacing around the square. He couldn’t help but feel fidgety and restless, almost as though something bad was about to happen. But he was old, so old that his once sharp intuition had become somewhat dull.

At this moment, hidden within the shadows, a gun muzzle was slowly following him around.

If you are looking for Monarch of Evernight Volume 5 – A Distance Within Reach - Chapter 439: Beheading the General you are coming to the right place. Monarch of Evernight is a Webnovel created by Misty South, 烟雨江南, Yanyu Jiangnan. This lightnovel is currently Ongoing.

Chapter 439: Beheading the General [V5C146 – A Distance Within Reach]

Luther’s expression was extremely solemn as he slowly drew his sword. The vertical eye at his forehead swiveled for a bit as black mist curled up around him, taking the form of a winged fish with sinister spikes all over its body—that was the Jeruson clan’s innate totem.

He focused his gaze on Qianye and said slowly, “You’re an opponent worthy of me taking seriously. State your family name!”

But Qianye wasn’t going to waste words. His eyes turned azure upon activation of his eye ability—a sharp pain wracked Luther’s origin furnace, causing him to tremble momentarily. Grasping this opening, East Peak slashed down in the form of a distant Nirvanic Rend. Qianye produced one killing move after another and denied Luther any opportunity to catch his breath.

Luther’s expression transformed once again. As he grasped his left hand in the air, the totem behind him spat out a stream of black mist which quickly condensed into a dazzling hexagonal s.h.i.+eld seemingly made of black crystal.

The crystal s.h.i.+eld and Nirvanic Rend were both destroyed with a loud boom. The resultant shockwaves sent the nearby dark race warriors into disarray, and the weaker ones, flying. No one was left standing within thirty meters around Qianye and Luther.

The two combatants were both shocked. This was the first time since learning Nirvanic Rend that Qianye had failed to land a slash.

Meanwhile, Luther was even more amazed. This Sable Bulwark was his family’s peerless secret technique capable of blocking all attacks at the same level. It was this art that allowed Luther’s Jeruson clan a place among the many experts of the demonkin race. Now, however, his Sable Bulwark was actually shattered by a single strike—this proved he was far from capable of stopping that strike with his own combat strength.

On the battlefield, myriad changes could occur in the blink of an eye. How could there be any time to hesitate? Despite the astonishment, Qianye had seen through Luther’s darkness origin power flow with his True Sight. He immediately took a step forward and slashed down with all his might, instinctively choosing to use brute force.

The shrill whistle as East Peak swung out shook Luther’s heart. This hiss was different from the thunderous sound produced by the addition of simple origin power to the attack—it was born of the strike’s excessive force and speed.

Luther couldn’t think of a better method to fend off this attack. He conjured the Sable Bulwark once more with a loud cry and managed to block East Peak at the last moment. Fine cracks appeared on the s.h.i.+eld amidst cracking sounds, but fortunately, it didn’t shatter this time. Luther had just managed to breathe when two more heavy blows landed on the s.h.i.+eld; it was as though two mountain peaks had smashed into it.

Luther’s left arm turned numb. He had no choice but to place his sword behind the s.h.i.+eld and only managed to endure the series of blows by using both hands.

Qianye was also at a loss. He hadn’t imagined Luther would manage to block three consecutive strikes so easily.

But what of it? Roaring, he swung East Peak continuously in a mad flurry of slashes. He would go for the openings when there was any or simply bash the s.h.i.+eld when there wasn’t!

Luther couldn’t use any technique at all under the rumbling barrage and could only rely on the Sable Bulwark to resist. He was being smashed left and right into a state of utter misery. The s.h.i.+eld shattered, formed, and then shattered again—this went on countless times. He would’ve been slashed countless times were it not for his secret technique having reached the great success realm, allowing him to reform the s.h.i.+eld in a flash.

In Luther’s eyes, Qianye’s moves were full of openings and lacked any sort of skill or aesthetic. If only he were free to move, he could bring out at least three or four secret techniques that could heavily injure the other party. However, Qianye simply wouldn’t listen to reason at all. The demonkin viscount possessed a n.o.ble bloodline and knew many a secret technique. But he couldn’t even catch a single breath, let alone retaliate.

Luther prayed that Qianye would exhaust himself or his subordinates would rush over and deal a heavy blow to him. But the surroundings had been cleared away by Qianye’s Life Plunder, and the origin power radiating from their clash could easily injure anyone below the champion rank. Who would dare approach?

Qianye suddenly paused his torrential blows and raised East Peak over his head, followed immediately by three consecutive heavy blows.

“Crack!” The Sable Bulwark immediately shattered, causing Luther to cry out inwardly in distress. He could no longer care about his numb, aching body as he formed yet another Sable Bulwark.

But the s.h.i.+eld had just taken form when Luther felt a chill behind him and lost control of the origin power throughout his body. He discovered a spear tip through the corner of his eyes as it pierced right through his chest!

Incomparably berserk daybreak origin power stampeded through this body in the blink of an eye. The vertical eye on Luther’s forehead shot out dazzling light as excessively dense darkness origin power gushed out from the wound on his chest. It took the form of a sinister winged fish that opened its maw and let out a mournful scream.

However, raging flames ignited from the spear tip at this moment. The blazing streams tangled around Luther’s darkness origin power at lightning speed, resulting in miniature origin storms.

“Song Seven…” Luther hadn’t even finished his words when East Peak arrived like a dragonfly skipping across the water surface and sent his head flying into the air.

Luther’s headless body fell down to reveal a spear made of an unknown material that was neither metal nor jade. Just as Luther was struggling to block Qianye’s frantic attacks, Song Zining had grasped the opportunity to hurl his spear across hundreds of meters. The weapon pierced the demonkin’s vital origin power convergence point—the origin furnace.

The dark race warriors were left in a daze, but the scene became incomparably chaotic immediately afterward. Some of the soldiers, mostly those from Luther’s main unit, resorted to launching suicidal attacks without a care for their lives. With their general dead, it was impossible for them to live after returning. Hence, they would rather let loose and die in battle. Meanwhile, the cannon fodder and the allied squads from the other races had no idea what to do, and some of them had even begun to scatter. The entire battlefield had turned into a huge boiling pot.

Meanwhile, Luther’s murderer stood leaning on his sword, but not a single soldier dared approach him. In addition to him killing his way into the main army alone, that Life Plunder of his had robbed everyone of their galls. Although Qianye was completely surrounded, no one was willing to step forth and throw away their lives. Even the survivors among Luther’s aides chose to charge toward Blackflow City in a bid to drag a couple more humans down with them.

“Qianye, save me!”

Qianye was alarmed as Song Zining’s sharp cry arrived from a distance. He glanced over and saw Song Zining unarmed, surrounded, and in a rather miserable state. That heroic posture from just now as he charged straight into the enemy’s central army was nowhere to be found.

There was another pet.i.te figure around Song Zining. She was fairly ruthless despite her frail appearance—two blades danced around her like flowing light as she cut down one dark race warrior after another. In critical moments, even Song Zining had to move out of her way to evade her daggers.

Sword raised and roaring loudly, Qianye had charged out thirty meters at first, slapping away everyone in his path with a swing of his sword. But his eyes twitched after seeing Song Zining’s sorry figure dodging here and there. Qianye thus sheathed East Peak and stood there to watch the scenery instead of going forward.

“Qianye, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I put myself in peril to save you! Y-You, do you even count as a brother?!” An exasperated Song Zining cursed while stomping his foot. Feeling that his voice was too soft, he simply took off his mask later on and began shouting loudly.

Qianye yawned as he glanced left and right as though he were looking for a place to rest. Despite his harmless expression, the dark race soldiers would scatter frantically wherever his gaze fell, lest they catch his attention.

Song Zining immediately became spirited and started blaming Qianye, “Just look at you, pretending to be all innocent and virtuous!”

Several blades rushed toward the back of Song Zining’s head the moment he stopped dodging. He was rather furious at being disturbed while berating Qianye. A sword miraculously appeared in his grasp following a backward wave of his hand. The blade drew a series of afterimages amidst a hail of countless dancing leaves, immediately killing everyone behind him. His actions were as light as a feather and involved neither smoke nor flames.

The eyes of the twin-blade girl immediately lit up. Now, this was the Song Seventh Young Master everyone knew—even a slaughter was performed with such poetic grace.

Song Zining was startled after that sword strike because he knew he had exposed himself. No matter how thick his face was, he couldn’t help but burn up slightly under Qianye’s bright, limpid gaze.

The two glanced at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter. They walked over with quick steps and hugged each other.

Song Zining released his hand and sized Qianye up from head to toe. “Where in the world did you run off to? You didn’t return after such a long time. I even thought you were done in.”

“I was that close to being finished off.” Qianye laughed.

“Who under the Iron Curtain is capable of that? Now, you’re able to kill a famous demonkin viscount without even batting an eye. That’s no ordinary level of ferocity!” Song Zining’s expression was doubtful.

Qianye laughed wryly. “How can it be that effortless? That demonkin isn’t easy to deal with.” Without Song Zining’s spear, Qianye would have to pay a steep price even if he won in the end.

The conversation hadn’t even ended when Qianye’s blood and qi surged abruptly. Unable to suppress it any longer, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. How could he be entirely unharmed while suppressing Luther with that frantic a.s.sault?

Song Zining didn’t show the slightest concern after seeing Qianye cough blood. On the contrary, he laughed cheerfully with an expression of schadenfreude. “Who told you to show off like that. Now you’re coughing blood, aren’t you? Haha, I know you have more blood down there. Don’t hold back now. Cough it all out!”

After hearing such words, Qianye couldn’t help but glare angrily at Song Zining. His blood and qi had already begun calming down, but the agitation almost caused him to spray out another mouthful.

Song Zining chuckled with his mouth covered and secretly spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood onto his handkerchief. The square cloth then vanished into his sleeve with a flick of his fingers. On the surface, the Song Seventh Young Master was just as spirited and outstanding as before. It was just that his countenance, as elegant as the spring water, had taken on a slight shade of scarlet.

Qianye snorted, and his eyes narrowed. He reached out and slapped Song Zining behind the back and repeated the latter’s words ad verbatim, “Don’t hold back now. Cough it all out!”

This palm strike had just the right amount of force behind it. Song Zining could no longer hold back his injuries and spat out a stream of dark purple blood. This caused his face to turn pale, but he felt much more at ease and his aura gradually strengthened.

Song Zining stared fixedly at Qianye and said while gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth, “Where’s that mouthful of blood? Stop hiding. Out with it!”

Qianye shrugged and replied with a radiant smile, “There’s no more!”

“Impossible!” Song Zining cried out with an incredulous expression. “Even a stately champion like this young master coughed up three mouthfuls of blood. Who’s going to believe that a mere rank-nine soldier only coughed up a single mouthful of blood after charging into the main army and killing Luther? You’ll go through h.e.l.l if you plan on keeping up appearances. Cough it out quickly or you’ll worsen your internal injuries!”

“There’s really none.”

“Seriously?” Song Zining was still skeptical.

“Really.”

The strength of Qianye’s physique, as well as his recovery rate, had far surpa.s.sed Song Zining’s expectations. Although the origin power recoil from attacking Luther had caused some serious injuries, he had already recovered a bit during this short period. A mouthful of stagnant blood was the limit.

Song Zining was glancing at Qianye from different angles as though he were searching for that mouthful of blood. At this moment, the twin-blade girl cried out loudly from afar, “You two, save me!”

Qianye was startled as he glanced over to see the girl completely surrounded by enemies and bathed in blood. He thus strode forth in a bid to rescue her.

Unexpectedly, Song Zining pulled Qianye back and said indifferently, “Don’t bother, she…”