Is that a Wisp?
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chapter-1385
Chapter 1385 Let’s Believe in Our Heroes
"People of Turia…" Zamura's voice resounded. "Yes, the Turia Supercontinent is vast but also majestic. As its citizens, we have the objective to protect it."
"In the God Realm, a continent can at most generate enough resources to produce a couple of Primal Gods. But a supercontinent… is different." He paused, emphasizing, "The resources produced in a supercontinent is able to birth a God. And that's why it's contested for with such fervor."
"A God?" One of the mortals gazing at the screen muttered in shock.
"Yes, a God. You heard that right." Zamura nodded, expecting the reaction of the people. "And that was precisely the reason the three continents of Zamuria, Guria, and Rumria had engaged in war for two centuries. And now that the Mountain Sect emerged as the victor, the three sister continents merged to result in our Turia Supercontinent.""In fact, the Mountain Sect already has a God on the rise," Zamura said, causing bouts of shock to resound through the crowd.
"There's a God on our land?"
"A God!"
As the people were stupefied, Zamura continued, "But, becoming a God isn't that simple. It's a time-consuming process. Our God still needs a bit less than two centuries to complete his ascension. And in this time, we are vulnerable."
"The Turia Supercontinent has the resources to birth a God but doesn't have a God defending its borders yet. Can you imagine the consequences?" He raised his brows, sighing in the end. "As a result, a major power, the Mist Sect that has control over four continents, has arrived at our doorsteps to signal another war."
"Another war?"
"A war…""Again?"
The people just seemed too exhausted to fight or care about another battle.
"Fear not, my people," Zamura spoke right at this time. "The Mountain Sect would ensure that the lives of the common populace aren't disturbed by this war. Because this war would be gruesome even when compared to our previous three-continental war. Hence, only the immortals of the Mountain Sect would participate."
He thumped his chest as he said, "Protecting the lives of our people is our duty, the Mountain Sect's core principle that we abide by. If you wish to protect our land and join the cause to protect your newly built cities, your family's peace, and your bright future, join the Mountain Sect. And once you become an immortal, you can protect us."
"Everything that happens in this war would be broadcasted in all cities. This way, we, the people of Turia, will be aware of everything that's happening in this immortal war!"
"Glory to Turia!" Zamura said as the scene on the screen changed, now showing an army of cultivators in the far-off distance, hovering in the skies. All of them were immortals.
"My god! Just how many of them are there?" A mortal slumped to the ground in shock.
"These are all…immortals? This many?" The people began to clamor, having never expected to see so many immortals.
After all, the Mist Sect army was huddled together to such an extent that they seemed like ants, possessing a terrifying number.
Three million immortals!
This was their strength, a terrifying number. And that wasn't all. Hovering in the very front were immortals with vast auras comparable to heaven and earth.
Primal Gods!
Slowly, the figure of Zamura appeared ten kilometers before them as the Mountain Sect immortals began to appear behind him one after another. But despite that, their side seemed to be nothing in comparison.
After all, there were 76 Primal Gods in the Mist Sect, not to mention the 908 Elementary Gods hovering behind them in silence.
In sharp contrast, there were only 19 Primal Gods on the Mountain Sect's side. And 12 among them were those that had been repeating their cultivation thanks to Faunkill. But now that their home was in danger, those Primal Gods finally decided to accept the Mountain Sect's rule, joining their side in this war.
76:19!
It wasn't even a competition at this point, as those on the Mountain Sect's side were nervous. Not only were they short of powerhouses, but their numbers were also vastly inferior.
Adding onto all the immortals in the Mountain Sect, there amounted to only a hundred thousand. They were overwhelmed thirty to one in a contest of numbers alone. Among the powerhouses, it wasn't even a contest anymore.
The opponent had 57 more Primal Gods. In the extent of Elementary Gods, the Mountain Sect had a mere 80 Elementary Gods, a paltry sum that was almost a twelfth of the Mist Sect.
"We can only believe in our strength to win," Zamura said, transmitting his voice to his sect members. "The opponent hasn't dabbled in the Body and Soul Cultivation. So, that's our sole advantage. Has everyone implanted their Land Incarnation in our revival device?"
"Yes, Sect Leader," came a unified response from everyone.
"We are overwhelmed…!" A mortal gazing at the scene said, disheartened. "Are we going to lose?"
"My son is fighting there…" he said in worry, for his son had recently become an immortal. "I hope he's alright."
"He's a hero fighting to protect us. Let's have our faith in your son." A man patted his shoulder, saying in assurance, "All of us watched him grow up to become the fine immortal he is now."
"He'll definitely be fine. You may not know it, but our Sect Leader is a charismatic man," the other guy said.
"Right, I've heard of his exploits from my grandfather." An old-aged lady said, "In the past, when he went by the name of Cultivator, even at the God Core Realm, he was able to face immortals."
"And now, such a terrifying character is our Sect Leader. He's definitely confident in our strength, despite our inferior numbers," the old lady concluded.
"Rightly said so." A grandpa spoke, twirling his mustache, looking healthy for his age, "The Mountain Sect is full of dragons and phoenixes. No matter what we face, we'll emerge victorious. That's the way of the Mountain Sect."
"The situation was the same in the three-continental war, but the Mountain Sect sharply turned it around within a decade. They ended the war for us to usher in an era of peace."
"Let's believe in our heroes."
