Chapter 2656: Chapter 886: Three-Day Miracle · For Whom Does the Hall of Valor Open? (Part 2)

Those pains always wake me up in the middle of the night.

Perhaps this is the reason the God of Avalon has allowed me to live until now, or maybe this is the enlightenment given to me by my God.

This moment is my destined time, and it’s also my final battle!

No longer doing things against my conscience just to survive, but truly making decisions based on my own determination and choice. I do not have a shred of fear. I am no longer an accomplice to war profiteers. I choose to fight for protection and the future of more people.

They are coming over!

Remember to say goodbye to Ambo and Natalie for me.

Say a harsh word to that foreign kid for me: Ambo’s future will be entrusted to him by us. If he dares break his promise, even if it means crossing the distance between two worlds, I will never let him go.

Lastly, apologize to Mr. Crow for me..."

Norman turned around, accepted a Hunter’s Sword, wore it, and as he proceeded to the other side of the swamp, he whispered:

"He has always been trying to save me, and indeed once summoned my attempt to muster courage. Unfortunately, I can’t use those maxims anymore. But perhaps you can go back and listen. They are really helpful.

This is where I stop, and I will take this step on the road home."

Porter raised his hand, trying to stop him.

But that trembling mechanical hand stopped in mid-air, ultimately falling powerlessly as Norman resolved to take this step. He would not look back.

"Damn!"

In extreme anger and loss, Porter cursed, tightened the mask in his hand, then looked back at the silent witch hunters, and roared:

"Remember him! Everyone must remember this man. He is my brother. He is about to sacrifice himself for the welfare of Transylvania and more. He is not a criminal nor an executioner. He is our hero and the hero of the God of Avalon.

What are you dazing out for?

The Wolf People are coming, prepare for battle! Today, we will personally send these dogs to the hell they deserve!

We will win!

Having sacrificed so much, we must win!"

The brutal blockade battle commenced within minutes. The Druids awoke the ferocious plants and animals around to join the fight. In addition to the relentless attacks by the witch hunters, it caused the massive transport convoy to stop in its tracks. The Barbarian Soldiers and Priests of the Blood Scar Clan fearlessly battled the blockers and the entire swamp there.

Perhaps the determination of the witch hunters was felt by the God of Avalon. The extent and fierceness with which the Polluted Swamp responded to the natural walkers’ call today far exceeded normal days.

At the Druids’ call, flocks of Beak-Breaking Birds and Wolf-Hunting Owls transformed from high-altitude into a storm of hunts, striking the Wolf People’s army. The Strangling Vines in the mud pulled one unfortunate soul after another into the mire, drowning them.

The will of the swamp resonated.

The Hunting Priests soon discovered this, but as they invoked the name of The Master of Hunting, preparing to use a bloody frenzy to smash the obstructors, with the ground trembling, wild Roth Beasts also charged into the battlefield from the flanks.

This time, it was certain that Divine Spirits had secretly intervened.

After all, the talismans the Druids used to summon Roth Beasts had already been exhausted in prior attacks. The fact that these beasts voluntarily joined the battle could only be explained by Divine Spirits.

Old Norman took advantage of this chaos to approach the Wolf People’s transport convoy.

With the Hunter’s Sword in hand, he moved silently like a phantom under the veil of the natural aura. The shouting and roaring around him couldn’t affect him. Perhaps it was an illusion before death, or shifts on a spiritual level, making Norman see the illusion of his daughter accompanying him with every backward glance.

Ah, she was just as beautiful as he remembered, and the smile on her face seemed to encourage this old soldier to tread the final road.

The green seed in his hand lightly pulsed, in magical resonance with another positioning seed, indicating that the Druid had delivered the seed to the Goat Man Astrologer who, leveraging the connection between these two Natural Treasures, confirmed Norman’s location for precise positioning for the Star-world Tear.

In the absence of preparation, a large-scale Star-world Tear couldn’t be activated, but at this moment, only sending this Wolf People transport convoy into the Star Realm was needed.

Norman pressed forward, and when he raised his head, he saw that the Wolf People were already summoning a meteor.

The sinister rock trailed a long tail flame, crashing into the swamp ahead. Using such means implied Porter’s offensive side was successful.

But he had to quicken his pace. Porter’s handful of people could not hold back the Wolf People for long.

The old soldier arrived at the center of the convoy a few minutes later, jumped into a Roth Beast cart, hid among crates full of explosives, and took out the seed. Its communication through Natural Treasure became intermittent due to long-distance influence.

This thing surely couldn’t allow conversation; its effectiveness relied on spiritual communication.

"I am in position!"

Norman placed the seed on his forehead and sent a message to the other side:

"Begin."

"You rude and savage guys, what do you take the Star-world Tear for? A plug-and-play Spiritual Energy trick? For a ceremony of this level, I also need time to prepare."

Paul the Goat Man’s dissatisfied voice came across as a mental vibration, scolding:

"Once positioning is activated, you will be captured by Star Realm energy, and the Wolf People will also discover you. But you must hold on until the completion of the ceremony’s positioning, estimated to take about five minutes.