Chapter 95

Initially, this world gave birth to me and raised me, but it could not accommodate me.

Now, ten years have passed, and my naivety has faded. I will reclaim what once belonged to me, and devour everything you have monopolized.

Now, ten years have passed, and the mountains and rivers have changed. I will bring the three killers and nine beasts, turning the city white with bones and the ten miles of earth yellow.

Now, I have returned, and I will tear the sky apart for you to see.

See the heavens weep, see the mountains and rivers laugh.

See how the world of cannibals spills blood into the sky.

And I, will be the one to descend as a mighty hero, the king of a chaotic era.

— Prologue of this volume

"Go, go, go!" Du Yang forcefully pulled Tang Yan, dragging him and running madly towards the border. The mercenaries, who initially had some reservations and feared it might be a trap, finally lost their hesitation when they saw their desperate steps. They chased after them like bloodthirsty wolves, moving as fast as possible.

Hei Niu jumped from Tang Yan to Du Yang, reducing his weight and continuing to be vigilant behind them.

As the mercenaries got closer, the two felt anxious but could do nothing. They could only encourage each other, with Tang Yan reaching his limit and occasionally falling. Du Yang, in the end, gritted his teeth and carried him, staggering forward.

"Put me down, I can keep going on my own!"

"Shut up, stop being so dramatic. If I really can't move, I'll definitely leave you behind. No need for you to remind me!"

"You scoundrel!"

"You old bastard!"

Ten steps away, there was a towering green rock, with five powerful characters inscribed on it — Delos Empire!

The border was just ahead!

Du Yang didn't hesitate, gritting his teeth and rushing forward.

The mercenaries had no concept of national boundaries and didn't care, chasing after them all the way.

Ding ling ling!

A clear bell sound echoed ahead, accompanied by occasional shouts and the sound of whips. It was a massive group of several thousand people, stretching for hundreds of meters, moving slowly forward.

"Help! Help! Help me!!" Du Yang screamed with all his might, trying to get the attention of the group.

"Huh? What's that?" One of the mercenaries suddenly exclaimed, stopping to look at the long procession.

"Look at that flag, it seems to be a golden eagle!"

"Golden eagle?" Many faces changed, and they stopped chasing.

"Could it be... Oh my God, run!!" The mercenaries, as if they had seen a plague, turned and fled in panic, faster than before, as if a half-step behind would mean death.

Du Yang, unaware of the situation behind him, held his last breath and struggled towards the group ahead.

It was a very large group, with three extremely luxurious giant carriages at the front, each pulled by two fourth-level earth dragons. Each dragon had a warrior in a blood-red cloak riding it, exuding a powerful and imposing aura, with eyes sharp as knives. A large number of warriors in golden armor were scattered on both sides, also radiating an intimidating presence.

"This..." Du Yang was stunned by the luxurious scene before him.

Tang Yan struggled down, gripping the ancient war knife and leaning on it to maintain balance, equally surprised by the group. Even a royal procession might not be as luxurious as this. These outfits were too... too flashy!!

"Huh?" A warrior in golden armor noticed the ancient war knife in Tang Yan's hand and rode his thunder-horned war horse over.

The golden armor shone brilliantly, and the thunder-horned war horse was majestic and powerful!

"Sir, we are just passing through and encountered some trouble..." Tang Yan wanted to explain about being chased by mercenaries, but when he looked back, there was not a single mercenary in sight.

Where did they go? Where did they all go?

"What do you have in your hand?" The golden-armored warrior had a face as hard as a chiseled rock, his voice deep and cold.

"My weapon." Tang Yan noticed the intense heat in the warrior's eyes and knew it was not a good sign.

"Hand it over." The golden-armored warrior's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Sorry, this is owned by someone, it's mine!" Tang Yan frowned, gripping the ancient war knife and taking two steps back.

"I'm not asking, I'm ordering, hand it over!" The golden-armored warrior yanked the saddle, making the thunder-horned war horse rear up, emitting a lion-like roar. He directly reached out to grab the ancient war knife.

Tang Yan was furious. The moment the warrior approached, his eyes turned cold, and a golden disc suddenly expanded, bursting out with a powerful impact, sending the golden-armored warrior flying.

Due to the soul-binding effect, both the warrior and the horse fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Huh? Old man, are you looking for death?!" A series of resounding sounds echoed as ten nearby golden-armored warriors drew their swords and went on high alert.

"What's all the noise? What's happening?" A cold, lazy female voice came from a middle-aged carriage.

"Report to the lord, a small incident, it will be resolved quickly." A golden-armored warrior in a red robe pushed through the crowd, coldly eyeing Tang Yan.

"I'm sorry, I was just protecting my own property." Tang Yan was secretly alarmed; this person was not a Martial Ancestor, but his aura was overwhelming, far surpassing the other golden-armored warriors.

"Are you a warrior? A Martial Ancestor?" The red-robed man's eyes were like a torch, seeing through Tang Yan's true state.

"It's just a misunderstanding, we have no intention of causing trouble, goodbye." Tang Yan did not want to get involved with these people, subtly signaling to Du Yang and turning to leave.

Rustle!

Two chains broke through the air, and Tang Yan and Du Yang's faces changed. They had no time to dodge and were immediately entangled around their necks.

"What are you doing!!" The two struggled and roared.

"Since you're here, stay. We will treat you with great hospitality." The two golden-armored warriors sneered, pulling the chains and swinging them, lifting the two up.

Tang Yan's ancient war knife flew out of his hand and landed in the red-robed man's hand.

"Huh? This knife..." The red-robed man used all his strength to hold it steady, a wave of ferocity sweeping through his body, and a surge of battle intent rose in his chest.

"That's my knife!!" Tang Yan roared in anger.

"Not anymore!" The two golden-armored warriors pulled the chains, dragging Tang Yan and Du Yang away.

"Lord, we found a treasure." The red-robed man smiled, bowing to the carriage.

"Come in." The female voice inside was soft and seductive, with a mesmerizing charm. The red-robed man's smile deepened, tidied himself up, and entered the carriage.

"Give me back my war knife, you bandits!!" Tang Yan screamed in anger, but was met with laughter.

They were dragged to the back of the group like livestock. Tang Yan and Du Yang finally realized the problem. The front was luxurious, but the back... was actually a series of carts filled with people, more precisely, slaves locked in iron cages!

Is this a slave trading group?!

"These are two Martial Ancestors, give them the treatment they deserve." The golden-armored warrior handed them over to two towering men, who bowed respectfully and roughly grabbed them, attaching hundreds of pounds of iron weights to their feet and hands.

With a loud thud, Tang Yan and Du Yang fell to their knees. Their strength was already exhausted, and they couldn't support the weight of the iron.

"Is this all the strength you have, and you call yourself a Martial Ancestor? Pah!!" The two men spat in disdain, grabbing their necks and forcing them into a nearby steel-forged cage, chaining them to the steel bars.

Tang Yan and Du Yang struggled for a while but were met with whips, leaving their bodies covered in wounds. They were not rash people and gradually calmed down after their efforts proved futile.

The cage was very spacious, with only one disheveled man inside, kneeling on the iron plate, his hands hooked to the iron bars, blood dripping down the chains.

"Stay calm, stay calm." Tang Yan muttered to himself, forcing himself to calm down. Du Yang was already out of strength, leaning back in a semi-conscious state.

Who would have thought that after escaping from the tiger's mouth, they would fall into the wolf's den!

Tang Yan slowly calmed his mind, using the Immortal Derivation Technique to recover his energy, quietly meditating and consoling himself. At least they had escaped the Great Zhou Empire and wouldn't fall into the hands of Zhou Lingwang. Although they had become slaves, their lives were not in danger. If they could be patient, they might find a chance to escape.

The convoy moved slowly forward, with muscular men holding iron whips guarding from all sides.

"Tang Yan, you need to stay calm, stay calm!!" Tang Yan reminded himself while observing the cages in front and behind. They contained all sorts of people, men, women, and children, each with a blank, hopeless look on their face.

Except for the few cages with fewer people, the rest were packed full.

The convoy stretched nearly a kilometer, with hundreds of cages, each containing ten people, totaling thousands of slaves!!

What are they going to do? What use do they have for so many slaves?

"Friend, can I ask you a question?" Tang Yan asked the man in the cage next to him.

The man slightly moved, emitting a faint groan, and after a while, slowly lifted his head. His blood-stained hair stuck to his face, making it hard to see his features. His reddish eyes stared fixedly at Tang Yan.

"Where is this group going?"

"Triangle Domain." The man's voice was very hoarse, barely concealing his weakness and pain.

"Triangle Domain?" Tang Yan didn't remember this name, but the half-conscious Du Yang trembled, his pupils suddenly constricting as if he had thought of something terrifying.

"Triangle Domain." The man repeated, lowering his head again, his breaths filled with pain.

"Triangle Domain, Taiwu Mining Area? Is this a group transporting mining slaves?!" Du Yang's voice was trembling.

"Taiwu Mining Area? You know about it?" Tang Yan was puzzled by Du Yang's reaction.

"I heard about it before. It's the source of ore for the Delos Empire, or even the entire southern border of the three empires. It has ten major mines, each spanning nearly a thousand kilometers, vast and boundless. Legend has it that the mining area dates