My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 475 - 476: Target—the Demon Realm! Advance!

Vera’s innate talent has reached full stability, as the swirling radiance of Life Divinity surrounding her body begins to recede.

The mystical sigil upon her brow, a symbol of protection and rebirth, fades into a state of quietude.

Standing with a solemn expression, Gu Xing offers a profound bow, performing a salute of the highest reverence toward the spot where the World Tree’s presence had vanished.

Even though the true name and ancient origins of this deity remain a mystery to him, he understands the truth within his soul.

For the sake of this dimension and the Human Race that struggles to endure.

The gifts and guardianship bestowed by the World Tree have exceeded all expectations.

This debt of gratitude is as vast as the oceans and as heavy as the mountains, beyond any possible repayment through words.

After a long moment, he gradually stands tall.

His vision pierces through the empty air, focusing on the distant horizon where thick plumes of Demonic Qi are churning.

Every necessary preparation has been finalized.

Every crucial advantage is now firmly in his grasp.

What remains.

Is to seek out the Demon God Abyss for the final reckoning.

...

At the same time.

Upon the vast plains bordering the City of Chaos, a heavy air of grim resolve hangs over the land.

As far as the eye can perceive, an orderly and silent military host is gathered.

The Ghost Race, the Angel Race, the Blood Race, the Dragon Race...

A mighty coalition of various clans stands ready!

Positioned at the vanguard of this allied host, atop a makeshift command pavilion, the various clan leaders stand with grave dignity.

Long Zhenguo occupies the front of the platform, his posture as rigid as a spear, his dark mantle hanging motionless despite the biting wind.

His calm gaze traverses the endless rows of the military formation before shifting to the figure at his side.

Tushan Yueli stands there, her snow-white Fox Tail held tightly behind her, its tip shivering with an uncontrollable tremor.

Her fingers are locked together in front of her, the tips turning white from her intense grip.

Her complexion is currently as pale as parchment.

Within the depths of her eyes, a sharp tension is visible.

Having been chosen by all factions as the general coordinator and tactical mastermind for the joint forces.

Her mind is currently analyzing massive streams of data at a staggering pace.

The troop composition of every clan, their individual strengths and flaws, the logistics of the supply chain, the layout of the battlefield, and the projected defenses of the Demon Race...

Along with countless minor factors that could shift the tide of war.

Every choice she makes carries the weight of thousands upon thousands of lives.

Long Zhenguo notices her state and turns toward her at that precise moment.

Taking a slow, deep breath, he walks toward Tushan Yueli:

"Yueli, look at me."

Tushan Yueli flinches slightly at his voice.

She turns her head, meeting the battle-hardened eyes of Long Zhenguo.

"There is no one else in this place capable of bearing this burden."

"This isn't because of your ties to Gu Xing, but because you are Tushan Yueli!"

"The prodigy of the Qingqiu Race, and the only one whose mind can unify the Hundred Clans."

"Apply your talent where it is truly needed."

"Are you anxious? Do you fear making a mistake? Then calculate every single detail to the absolute limit—calculate it so thoroughly that even the Demon God cannot comprehend it!"

He pauses briefly, his tone growing more gentle:

"We are warriors; to charge the front and return wrapped in horse hide is our destiny."

"But you, you are the mind of this command."

"Each of your decisions represents our shared hope."

"Have faith in yourself, just as we have faith in you."

Tushan Yueli inhales sharply, the freezing air filling her lungs and settling the frantic rhythm of her heart.

She gazes into Long Zhenguo’s eyes, seeing only absolute trust, and notices the encouraging looks from the other clan leaders nearby.

Her body finally stops its trembling.

"I understand."

Her voice remains strained, yet the shaking has vanished, replaced by the growing light of cold logic in her eyes.

"I will give this my all."

Right at that second...

A rift suddenly tears open in the sky above.

It looks as though a hidden hand had pulled the fabric of reality apart, revealing the darkness of the void.

Five figures emerge, descending slowly toward the center of the command platform.

At their head is none other than Gu Xing.

Following closely behind him are several Guardian Beasts!

Though their arrival wasn't loud, it acted like a pebble dropped into a still pond.

In a heartbeat, the millions of soldiers across the plain turned their focus entirely toward the platform!

Anxiety, hope, and awe...

A multitude of complex feelings mingled within their silent stares.

Long Zhenguo is the first to step forward; he has no interest in the details, only the outcome.

As he looks over Gu Xing and the four others, a fierce battle intent flares in his eyes!

With Gu Xing here, a path to victory exists!

Gu Xing offers a nod, skipping the formalities.

He surveys the various expressions of the leaders on the stage before looking out at the silent, waiting army below.

Finally, his eyes meet the worried gaze of Tushan Yueli.

He gives a faint smile, one that seems to carry a soothing influence.

It causes the tension in Tushan Yueli’s heart to miraculously ease.

Then, Gu Xing walks to the very edge of the platform.

His voice echoes clearly in the ears of every soul present.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

With those few words, the million-strong army holds its collective breath.

"I have traveled where I needed to go, and I have obtained what was required."

Gu Xing’s voice isn't booming, yet it possesses a quality that vibrates through the soul.

"Our blades have been sharpened to their limit."

He slowly looks across the horizon, as if trying to memorize the face of every soldier.

"The Demon Realm is before us!"

"We are all aware of what waits within..."

"A void of darkness, bloodthirsty monsters, the all-consuming Demon God, and the restless spirits of our fallen brothers."

"And yet, we must enter."

Gu Xing’s voice suddenly rises in volume.

"Because if we do not, that darkness will consume everything!"

"If we do not fight, our descendants will be forced to live under the shroud of Demonic Qi!"

"If we do not win, everything we love will be reduced to ash!"

He raises his arm, pointing toward the black, swirling clouds on the horizon:

"Today, we stand united as the Hundred Clans for a single purpose—"

"To settle every debt, one by one!"

"To win back the light that was stolen, inch by inch!"

"To announce to those hiding in the abyss—"

Gu Xing’s voice strikes like heavenly thunder, erupting over the plains:

"The inhabitants of this world have not had their spines broken! Our blood has not yet grown cold!"

"Boom——!!!"

A thunderous roar bursts from the chests of millions of warriors!

It isn't a simple cheer, but a scream that had been bottled up too long, born of suffering and long-awaited hope!

It is the sound of burning blood, a defiant cry in the shadow of death!

Dragons roar, Ghosts shriek, the Blood Race growls, and Human soldiers let out deafening shouts...

The cries of the Hundred Clans merge into a singular, terrifying wave of sound that shakes the heavens.

It surges upward, tearing through the clouds above!

Amidst the overwhelming noise, Long Zhenguo steps up to Gu Xing’s side.

He slowly unsheathes the sword at his hip, lifting the blade high and pointing it toward the Demon Realm!

With every ounce of his strength, he shouts the final, solitary command:

"Warriors of the Allied Forces——!"

"Where the banners fly——"

"Where the spears point——"

"Follow me——"

"March!!"

"Target——The Demon Realm!"

"Advance!"

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