CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 186: FINALLY ARRIVED! HUMAN RACE ALLIANCE, GREAT EMPEROR APPEARS!

Great Wall Fortress.

Countless Azanen people converged toward the center like grains of sand, then hugged tightly into a circle.

They disregarded gender, age, wealth, or rank, desiring at this moment to use their bodies to form a wall for their Young Master Lin Ke, a frail human wall.

No one wanted to take shields or armor to block the moonlight, because in front of that moonlight, those things were as fragile as flesh.

Some closed their eyes tightly, some stared resolutely, some showed fear.

They didn’t know if what they were doing would be useful.

But at this moment, they only wished to use their lives to extend their lord’s life.

Even if just for one second.

This era, great yet humble.

Some were born into brightness, but fell into the foulest mire, using all the dirty means.

Yet some were born of dust, willing to dedicate all their strength for a glimpse of light above and disperse it to the sky.

The Azanen people were merely dust.

Whether commoners, low-level participants, servants, or slaves, to the powerful, they were all dust.

But they had a lord who was willing to provide them with sunlight.

Their lord fought for them, and now was to die for them.

At this moment, they too were like this.

"Lowly ants." High above, the figure on the moon seemed to have a hint of anger sparked by the Azanen people’s actions.

Thus, countless beams of moonlight rained down again, aiming at the heads of countless Azanen people.

The moonlight, slow and gentle, yet clear in its target, nothing could block it.

The Moon Goddess actually wanted to kill all Azanen people!

The few magical beasts on the outskirts and the Mist Demoness who had turned into a mist, all had eyes full of shock.

The Moon Goddess had gone mad!

But at this moment, alterations occurred again.

"Boom..."

On the horizon appeared a rolling tide, sweeping toward this side like a long river.

"Who dares to harm my son! Who dares to harm my people?!"

A strong and imposing voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Then that tide surged upward, directly rushing toward the hanging full moon in the night sky.

"Moon, don’t forget where your daughter Tide’s law comes from!" That strong and imposing voice announced again, the sound coming from within that uprushing tide!

Seen riding in the tide were knights mounted on Gula Bulls!

Leading them was a tall and majestic figure, nearly two meters tall, riding on a Gula Bull King over two meters high, holding a huge and thick lance.

He led nearly fifty thousand troops, two thousand knights, and three hundred guards, along with five followers, transforming into a rolling river and rushing upward against the sky.

"Garoce! How can you possibly return!"

The Moon Goddess’s voice was surprised and angry, no longer so cold.

"Haha, old hag! Get lost!"

Garoce laughed heartily and charged with the rolling river, stabbing his lance into the void.

In an instant, the night sky shattered into pieces like fragments and vanished, the moon was hidden within, and even the moonlight was torn apart, making the world bright again.

Garoce, with his mighty army, descended along the sky, arriving at the place surrounded by people defending Lin Ke.

Garoce’s figure was vigorous, muscles bulging, but his armor was pocked and indented.

He had two small mustaches on his upper lip, looking rather young, coupled with his bright and piercing eyes, appearing wise and valiant.

"Garoce, when I return, I will definitely..." The night sky broken by Garoce, the angry voice of the Moon Goddess sounded again.

But before finishing, Garoce spat toward the ground, interrupting with a disdainful sound.

"Old hag! No need to wait! Do you think I’m easily bullied?!"

Saying this, Garoce spat again, and then tore a piece from his own magic armor, revealing a slightly worn piece of parchment.

Next, Garoce’s expression turned solemn, gently unfolding the parchment, and then with a dignified voice, he recited:

"I, Garoce Nefarian Akmond Falling Star... Tielo Ultraman Azanen."

Garoce recited a long string of true names, then solemnly continued:

"I hereby follow the ancient alliance of the Human Race, activate the Gula Covenant, summon the nobles and sages of the river of time, summon the kingdom’s ’Ultimate Black and Magnificent White,’ summon the Gula bloodline... descend."

Having said this, Garoce defiantly tore the parchment in half.

"You actually?!..." In the sky, the Moon Goddess’s voice sounded again, but it was interrupted by a series of voices.

"Who? Who disturbs our slumber?!"

"The era, this era... I see the era of the Human Race!"

"Time, so long ago, feels just like yesterday."

"Iron and blood, war and fire... Where is my unbeatable Tie Duo Clan now?"

One by one, the elusive heroic spirits broke through the void, coming at the call of the pact held by Garoce.

They were both men and women, possessing tremendous momentum, all existing in the form of soul bodies, floating around Garoce in concentric circles, layer upon layer.

Garoce dismounted from the Gula Bull, planted his knight’s lance next to him, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes.

The summoned heroic spirits began to gaze around.

"Such dense resentment, such noble qualities!"

"That dying child, is he the descendant of this little one here?"

"Hmm, a very pure ’bloodstream’ bloodline, reminds me of an old friend."

"Are you speaking of Azanen the Great? Uh... that is truly a name worth reminiscing."

"It was he who truly opened the era of our Human Race’s bloodline."

"Azanen, the torrent, the torrent formed by the Human Race’s bloodline, vast and mighty..."

These ancient beings, now long gone, chatted and discussed as if they were commoners, each showing lively interest.

After all, they had slumbered for an extended time; their desire to converse was strong.

And still, Garoce remained silent, arms crossed, standing as if a giant rock.

It wasn’t even ten seconds before a massive black hole appeared not far from Garoce, its atmosphere boiling.

"I am the Dawn Giant Sword, Insomnia Gula!"

"I lead the light of ten thousand fathoms, reigning over eternal night darkness, I am the King of Gula of this era!"

A tall and mighty figure first stepped forth, accompanied by a grand voice announcing his arrival.

His face was resolute, medium-length golden hair dancing wildly, holding two swords at his waist, one black and one white, stepping out of the black hole with a solemn expression.

Insomnia Emperor — Insomnia Gula!

The Insomnia Emperor held a dignified expression. Though he appeared ordinary, his presence was impossible to ignore, as if he was the center of heaven and earth.

Following closely behind was two women, one wearing a black robe, expression indifferent, with slightly furrowed brows, behind her floated a golden disc.

The other woman was large and robust, dressed in plain clothes resembling a stout peasant matron, her multicolored hair the only noticeable feature.

Behind the two women were four princesses and twelve princes.

Behind them again were beings with profound presence.

These were the strong, bearing the bloodline of Gula.

Leading was a burly man with a big beard, wearing a metal gauntlet on his right hand, and two cloth strips wrapped on the left.

As soon as he appeared, he swept a solemn gaze around, then lowered his voice to say, "I am... Master of the Mountain Range! I..."

"You what, hold your tongue!" The Insomnia Emperor suddenly turned his head, glaring at that man.

In such an occasion, only the Insomnia Emperor’s declaration of arrival suffices, no need for others.

That originally dignified burly man, upon receiving the glare from the Insomnia Emperor, immediately retracted his head, then hurriedly followed along.

This was the Mountain Duke!

And following behind him, one by one, were seven more Grand Dukes.

One of the Grand Dukes appeared elegant and amiable, dressed in deep blue attire, standing like he was amidst the waves of the ocean.

It was the Deep Blue Duke!

Apart from these two, all other Grand Dukes were also profoundly impressive and powerful.

In such an occasion, even consorts without the Gula bloodline and of lower rank had no right to appear here.

And looking again at the attire of these princes and princesses and dukes...

They had various traces of blood, dust, and so on, on their bodies, clearly having just come from a battlefield.

"Father..."

The embodiment of the Mist Demoness came with Princess Rica, then returned to her true self, while Princess Rica cried like pear blossoms in the rain, softly calling out to the Insomnia Emperor.

"Rica dear, go rest first."

The Insomnia Emperor gently waved a hand, and Princess Rica immediately fell into a deep sleep, sent back through the black passage she came from, then the passage closed.

It was only now that Garoce opened his eyes.