MM Racing Chapter 16: Midnight Has Arrived! The Avalanche's Doomsday
Chapter 16: Midnight Has Arrived! The Avalanche's Doomsday
child time.
The city of Tiandou was utterly silent, the moonlight obscured by dark clouds.
Avalanche stood at the highest point of the mansion, looking in the direction of the Eastern Palace with a cold gaze.
His hands were trembling, not from fear, but from the pent-up hatred that had been building up for so long.
"Ying Zheng..."
He murmured the name as if chewing on a bone he couldn't swallow.
"Tonight is your death night."
The avalanche raised its hand and slowly fell.
"Let's do it."
The moment those two words were spoken, it was as if the gates of hell had been opened.
Outside the city, three thousand iron cavalry lit torches and rushed towards the city gate like a fire dragon. Their iron hooves shattered the silence of the night, and the earth trembled.
at the same time.
Inside the city.
Five hundred assassins emerged from the shadows, clad in black and wielding black swords, and charged straight towards the Eastern Palace.
Their footsteps were silent, but their murderous aura was so strong it felt tangible.
Within the Imperial Guards, the avalanche-like figures launched their attack simultaneously. The gatekeeper general had his throat slit and fell into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open.
"Ying Zheng—"
Avalanche's lips curled up, his smile appearing extremely ferocious in the moonlight.
"Only those who laugh last laugh last!"
...
The Eastern Palace.
Ying Zheng sat at his desk, reviewing memorials.
The candlelight flickered, and his shadow on the wall remained as steady as a rock. The scales lay beside him, the square stone on the left silently pressing down, and a small dish of copper coins piled up on the right.
The faint sounds of shouts, the clashing of iron hooves, and the clash of swords could be heard outside.
Ying Zheng remained calm and did not raise his head.
Zhao Gao emerged from the shadows and whispered, "Your Highness, they've made their move."
After reviewing a memorial, Ying Zheng placed a copper coin inside, slowly raised his head, and said, "Understood."
My gaze turned out of the main hall, and all I saw was darkness.
"Let's take action!"
Zhao Gao said nothing more, turned and disappeared into the darkness. He did not go to the East Palace gate, but headed towards the city gate.
Ying Zheng snapped out of his reverie, picked up a memorial, and continued reviewing it.
Outside the Eastern Palace.
Five hundred elite soldiers rushed toward the East Palace, only to find it empty.
"Oh no—we've fallen for their trap!"
Before he finished speaking, the surrounding area was ablaze with firelight.
Thousands of armored soldiers emerged from the shadows, while archers stood on rooftops, raining down arrows that blotted out the sky.
"Ahhhhh—"
"Ahhh—"
Before the assassins could react, they let out painful screams and fell in large numbers.
Seeing this, the leader of the assassins roared, "Charge out!"
Upon hearing this, the assassins fought back fiercely.
However, the armored army's formation was as solid as a wall, with shields stacked on top of each other and spears thrusting out from the gaps, like a sophisticated meat grinder.
In the darkness, countless shadowy figures moved about—the assassins of the Luo Wang network.
They wore no armor, carried no shields, and silently reaped one life after another.
A stick of incense.
Just the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
Of the five hundred warriors who died fighting, not one survived.
One of the Six Sword Slaves stood on a high place, looking coldly at the corpses scattered on the ground, and sheathed his sword expressionlessly.
"His Highness said, leave no one alive..."
outside the city.
Three thousand iron cavalry charged toward the city gate, their iron hooves shaking the earth.
The city gates suddenly opened.
The leading general was overjoyed at the sight and roared with his sword, "Charge in, capture Ying Zheng alive, and reward him with ten thousand gold pieces and the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
Three thousand iron cavalry surged into the city gate like a tidal wave.
But what greeted them was not an open street, but a person.
Zhao Gao.
He stood in the very center of the city gate, smiling, like a fox waiting for its prey to take the bait.
The moonlight shone on his effeminate face, his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a cold light that was as sharp as a knife.
"Has it finally arrived?"
"We've been waiting for you for so long."
His voice was soft, but every word was clear amidst the sound of iron hooves.
Tomb
The general's expression changed, and he tried to rein in his horse, but it was too late.
Zhao Gao raised his hand.
The spirit rings lit up—two yellow, two purple, and five black.
The nine spirit rings emitted a cold, eerie light in the night, like nine moons hanging in the sky.
Title Douluo!
Upon seeing this, the three thousand iron cavalrymen instantly fell into chaos.
The warhorses neighed, the knights cried out in alarm, and some tried to turn back, but the procession behind them kept moving forward, people jostling and horses bumping into each other.
Zhao Gao laughed.
"His Highness said that no one can die before tomorrow."
After a pause, Zhao Gao looked at the three thousand iron cavalry, a hint of coldness in his expression: "But tomorrow... has arrived."
He raised his hand and waved it gently.
From the darkness behind them, countless assassins from the Luo Wang organization surged forth.
They didn't jump down from the city wall, nor did they flank from both sides; they emerged from the ranks of the iron cavalry.
Those bribed "Imperial Guards," those personal guards who "defected" to the generals around Avalanche, finally showed their fangs at this moment.
Arrows rained down, and swords flashed like snow.
At that moment, the three thousand iron cavalrymen were instantly routed and utterly defeated.
As the general lay dying, he stared wide-eyed at Zhao Gao, saying, "You...you shouldn't have...in the Eastern Palace..."
Zhao Gao lowered his head, looked into his eyes, and his smile remained unchanged.
"Who told you I was in the Crown Prince's Palace?!"
The general did not answer, because he could no longer answer.
Zhao Gao looked at the blood-soaked street, turned around, and headed towards the East Palace. The firelight behind him cast a long shadow on his back.
Imperial Guard Camp.
Those generals who had defected to Avalanche were preparing to receive the iron cavalry outside the city.
They had just drawn their swords when they discovered that their personal guards had suddenly turned against them.
The blade was pressed against my neck, cold and piercing.
"you--!"
A general roared, but his voice abruptly stopped.
His personal guards, expressionless, pushed their swords forward an inch.
"Sorry, we are from the Net."
A flash of light, and a head fell to the ground.
Another general, his eyes wide with shock as he lay dying, cried out, "When...when were these people buried...?"
The guard wiped the blood from his blade and said calmly, "From the very beginning."
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Branch Hall of the Spirit Hall.
Shouts of battle came from the direction of the East Palace, and the sounds of clashing swords echoed in the night sky.
Hu Liena stood by the window, listening to the sounds outside, her expression complex. Her hands gripped the window frame, her knuckles turning white.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood behind her, neither of them asleep.
Suddenly, Chrysanthemum Douluo's brows furrowed slightly.
He had a feeling that, starting from midnight, two pairs of eyes were fixed on him and Ghost Douluo.
It wasn't murderous intent, nor hostility, just a "gaze." But that gaze sent chills down his spine, even for a level 95 Title Douluo like him.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the layers of eaves, looking at the tall buildings in the distance.
Under the moonlight, two figures stood there, their backs to them.
A man in white, a man in black. One had a sword at his waist, the other had long, flowing hair.
With their backs to the Spirit Hall branch, they looked toward the source of the deafening shouts of battle.
But Chrysanthemum Douluo knew that if he and Ghost Douluo dared to move, those two swords would be drawn within half a breath.
"Wei Zhuang, the Lord of the Quicksand," Chrysanthemum Douluo whispered.
Ghost Douluo also noticed, and lowered his voice as well: "The other one is the Sword Saint, Gai Nie."
The two looked at each other and then remained silent.
They weren't there to watch a play.
They came to tell them: You can only watch this show.
Hu Liena noticed her two grandfathers' unusual behavior and followed their gaze, but saw nothing. The high-rise building was empty.
"Grandpa Ju, what's wrong?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo withdrew his gaze and remained silent for a while.
"It's nothing."
He paused, his voice slightly hoarse:
"I just feel... this scene is bigger than we imagined."
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By the time the news reached Avalanche Mansion, it was too late.
"What... wiped out?"
Avalanche was deathly pale and slumped into a chair. His hands were no longer trembling, but his whole body was shaking.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.
The door was kicked open.
Zhao Gao led his armored troops in, a sinister smile on his face.
His smile was as if he were looking at an ant being trampled underfoot.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has asked me to convey a message to you."
The avalanche trembled as it looked up.
Zhao Gao slowly said, "You've lost!"
Upon hearing this, Xue Beng turned ashen-faced, his body went limp, and he had no strength left.