Global Fog Survival

Chapter 131: The Great Battle

“Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!”

Amidst the ruins of High Court, Li Chou, eyes bloodshot, shouted loudly.

As his voice faded, dozens of figures materialized around him, accompanied by a flood of powerful equipment and various supplies…

As soon as these servants appeared, they directed their enraged gazes towards the masses of mutants surging in from the periphery. Their chests were filled with fury!

These were the beings that had killed their lord! But they didn’t act recklessly; instead, they followed Li Chou’s orders, solely focused on victory!

At that moment, a blood-soaked red banner was handed to Sanna. She stared at the familiar sun emblem on the flag, her gaze momentarily stunned.

She could feel the “anger” within the banner, sensing the unyielding spirits within it!

Sanna, with hands covered in small cuts and blood, gripped the flag tightly.

The next moment, with a sharp clang, she drove the flagpole into the ground, planting it firmly into the earth.

Bright, gentle, and protective light burst forth from the banner, forming a shimmering barrier. But that was not all the “Holy Triumpant Banner” could do! Its true power lay in its oath of blessing!

“In the name of Sanna Helaca, I forge an oath with the ‘Light’…”

Despite her extreme fatigue, Sanna clung to the flagpole, summoning its true power with her will. “…to bring victory to Colin…”

But before she could finish her words, a heavy force suddenly crashed upon her.

Blood trickled from her facial features, her chest felt crushed, and she spat out dark red blood.

Her breathing weakened, and she felt increasingly drained. Her dirt-streaked face turned visibly pale…

Yet she paid no heed to her injuries. She turned to glance at the now dimming light on the gray stone throne, her blue eyes reflecting the blood on the steps and throne.

There was no sign of life left there…

“Lord Colin, what are you going through?”

Just as Sanna’s thoughts began to form, an ominous, writhing, and terrifying “aura of night” surged into the area, interrupting her shock.

It was a thread of darkness, no larger than a strand of hair, seemingly insignificant yet impossible to ignore, even at such a distance.

Though invisible to the eye, its sheer terror made it manifest in the minds of those present.

This was the aura of “Night,” seeping through the gray mist to this place, as Colin ventured into the “Nightmare of Darkness,” and the entity found this place, channeling its power here.

At this moment, the “strand of black hair” writhed and expanded, forming a “black hole” barely larger than half a fingernail by sight.

But in perception, it was infinitely vast, devouring all light and obscuring the entire world before them.

The next second…

A dreadful aura engulfed the entire underground area.

One after another, terrifying beings were expelled from the “black hole.”

Each figure was suffocatingly fearsome.

These were…

Lord-level mutants!

Leaning on the blood-red battle flag, Sanna faced the overwhelming enemies with clenched teeth.

She would not retreat!

Bathed in the light, no one at her side felt fear, even though they had exhausted their explosives!

Even if faced with lord-level mutants…

Even if they were about to confront endless terror with their own bodies, they did not waver, not even showing much fear.

Sanna stood resolute at the front, gazing at the endless sea of enemies with unwavering determination.

Holding the battle flag firmly, she was prepared to fight for Colin’s survival, even if only for one more second…

Just then, an unexpected voice suddenly rang out.

“Friends, leave this to us.”

The voice echoed in everyone’s minds.

As they stared in astonishment, the ground shook from the distant white fog. A horde of “living olive trees,” large and small, charged forward, emerging from the “Land of Withered Olives” as reinforcements!

Behind them, within the thick fog, a colossal olive tree as towering as a mountain began to emerge, each step shaking the earth.

This was a giant olive tree transformed by “Miracle”—Kimino!

Now, the “Miracle” embodied as a tree, stared at the infinite darkness, releasing masses of black, thorny vines gleaming with metallic light.

The thorns wrapped around the writhing darkness, binding it tightly in the sky.

The transmission was interrupted.

Many lord-level mutants that had been mid-transferred into the dark corridor were frozen behind the darkness, unable to descend or return.

And with that, he too fell silent.

Both sides were locked in a stalemate.

Despite the large-scale teleportation being halted, the ground forces were still unbalanced…

At that moment, a petite figure emerged from the shadows beside Kimino, letting out a piercing, crazed howl without hesitation.

Clatter, clatter…

The sound of bones clashing echoed from the shadows.

In the next moment, a gigantic beast, now reduced to nothing but bone, crawled out of the shadows, antlers still adorning its head.

The figure seemed to speak to it briefly, and it immediately charged at the fearsome lord-level mutants.

The sound of women’s mournful weeping echoed through the mountains as the torrent of living olive trees collided with the tidal wave of aberrants, a clash of red and black.

But it was not enough…

“The Lord has prepared a seat for every loyal and brave soul!”

In High Court, amidst a sudden blaze of light, Number One held up a lantern high, its glow piercing through the smoke and illuminating every steadfast face.

“Now is the time to shed the blood of the heretics!”

“For the glory of the Lord!”

With a deafening roar, the human army, formed of countless “gifts,” tens of thousands strong, charged onto the battlefield with swords, axes, hammers, and mysterious relics, joining this frenzied battle!

Thus, in the vast, epic, and destined-to-be bloody battle of the long struggle between humanity and the “Night,” the war erupted in front of High Court!

Humans, living olive trees, mutants, and various dark, corrupted life forms mixed into a colossal, life-consuming grinder. As the grinder turned, countless lives were torn apart, and blood soaked the earth, seeping deep into its cracks. Amid the frenzied chaos, the entire battlefield descended into unparalleled madness…

At this moment, every side continued to pour their forces into the blood-soaked grinder.

Though this battle may not decide the ultimate fate of the war, if these forces were to break through the line and raise their blades against the man on the gray stone throne, humanity would lose all hope.

Meanwhile, having recovered, Sanna took a deep breath, staring at the massive grinder less than a thousand meters away. She painfully lifted her scarred body and hoisted the “Holy Triumphant Banner” high, once again declaring:

“In the name of Sanna Helaca, I forge an oath with the ‘Light,’ to bring victory to this battlefield!”

She spun the banner in her hands, unfurling it before plunging it back into the ground with all her might.

A grand, pure aura emanated from the banner.

Her pale gold hair, usually tied in a bun, now unraveled, flowing wildly as it turned white strand by strand.

The next moment, the bloodstains on the battle flag flaked off like rust, revealing a sacred light, like a newborn sun rising, bathing the battlefield in healing radiance and bestowing a holy blessing upon every warrior.

The blessing, paid for by Sannaa’s life force, was palpable.

Every human on their side gained strength, wounds healed rapidly, and movements became swifter…

Yet both sides knew that the true turning point of this battle wasn’t here…

It lay in another place that seemed devoid of hope.

The “Nightmare of Darkness”…