My Waste Husband
Chapter 1661

Chapter 1661



Meanwhile, in the core, more and more people appeared in the ruins of the civilisation after the orcs had left.

Some people saw the opportunity amidst the chaos of the world and rose from the ruins to build their own forces, welcoming the refugees to join them.

Those who had nowhere to go and had given up on life, swarmed towards those new forces in flocks, longing to find a new sense of belonging.

There were numerous others who wanted to establish their own forces. Force after force emerged within the four major districts of the Core. They fought for the limited resources that remained, trying to rise from within the ruins.

Standing above these ordinary men existed a group of people who had detached themselves from the ordinary world. They had nothing to do with the great chaos within the Core, and even did not bother to care about the life and death of the civilisation of the Core.

In the depths of the Tianhai District existed a palace built on the sea. Many people lived within it, men and women, old and young alike. They moved around the palace, wearing their official uniforms.

"They're dead!"

A voice sounded in the palace, and everyone's expression was filled with shock. The people who were walking around in the palace stopped in their tracks upon hearing the news.

"They took their own sweet time to kill that piece of sh*t, and now they've ended up dead! Even their True Spirits didn't make it back!"

"How bold of him to kill our people and even destroy their true spirits!"

"Useless fools! Complete pieces of trash! Keep dispatching men to kill that Henry and get the Token of True Spirits back. Whoever that succeeds in killing him and brings back the Token of True Spirits shall be hailed as the master of the Elite Spirit Hall!"

Countless figures departed from the palace.

The sacred Holy City, which was originally located in the civilisation of the Core and was worshipped by many, had already been in ruins long ago. In the midst of the ruins, a person appeared. Her eyes filled with nostalgia and reminiscence as she walked through those ruins.

On a stone tablet that had already been dyed black, she noticed a name and read it aloud slowly, "Henry Zhang..."

Henry's name had long been engraved amidst the Noble Berserkers.

The person walking through the sacred land of the Noble Berserkers was Jetta. She was no longer the general who led ten thousand men to slaughter the Gods. She was now just a lonely woman.

Jetta looked up to the sky and murmured, "We're almost there, it all will be over soon. Peace shall soon be restored to the world." Jetta murmured then lowered her head. "Cesia, oh, Cesia, you must never be like me, to only be filled with regrets at the very end."

Jetta sat down on a broken piece of rock with a bitter smile on her face.

"We live longer than others, but what's the point of gaining immortality if life is lived like this? Our lives should be spent with the right people, that's what life is about."

Jetta sighed deeply, as if she was regretting something.

"What a surprise to see the famed Goddess of Life to also be troubled by matters of the heart. You were the most popular woman in the Holy Realm." A voice sounded in cold laughter.

A man in golden armour descended from the sky and appeared in front of Jetta. He was about 30 years old, and was extraordinarily handsome. He wielded a golden sword that shone brightly.

"The Holy Realm?" Jetta laughed self-deprecatingly as she looked at the man before her. "It was all merely just to make myself look good. We all know very well in our hearts just how vulnerable and fragile the Holy Realm is. We all know very clearly of our own flaws."

"Vulnerable and fragile? The way I see it, it is humans who are the ones who are vulnerable and fragile. Just like you, look at you, so pathetic and foolish." The man brandished the golden sword in his hand. "This so-called sacred land of the Noble Berserkers is already in ruins. What's the point of you still staying here?"

"In ruins? I'm afraid not." Jetta stood up and pointed to the sky. "Those gates of yours have already been destroyed, who are you to you say that the Noble Berserkers are in ruins, Faulconer? Now that your world has fallen to utter chaos, I'm guessing you're only down here to find something to threaten those people with."

"Ha ha." Faulconer sneered, "Jetta, you see it all so clearly. So what do you think? Will you be coming with me obediently or do I have to tie you up?" "You think too highly of me." Jetta pointed to the sky. "Do you really think that you could threaten him with me? He would never give up his goal just for the sake of me."

"I don't think so." Faulconer shook his head. "The Goddess of Life, the most charming woman in the entirety of the Holy Realm, I do wonder who would be able to ignore you."

The tip of Faulconer's golden sword pointed diagonally to the ground.

"There's no need for that." Jetta sighed. "I'm no match for you now. I'll go with you."

"That'd be best. I'm sure your

teacher wouldn't want us to fight. After all, you and I were probably the most compatible pair before he made his appearance." A hint of hatred flashed across Faulconer's eyes as he spoke of that.

"Being compatible has nothing to do with love." Jetta shook her head.

"Let's go." The golden sword in Faulconer's hand disappeared, and he sped towards the horizon.

Jetta flew mid-air and suddenly stopped. She looked down below and said, "Cesia, you must never live your life with regrets."

Jetta's voice faded away in the air.

Meanwhile, in the fog-shrouded

ancient battlefield, the cries of war gradually sounded. Those who lived in the Core had no idea of what had happened in the fog-shrouded continent, and they did not

that the changes of the shovel.is

and the

moon had become very different from the way it used to be.

The rules of the Core were gradually approaching the Surface through the ancient battlefield.

Or, it could be said that this was just the rules from one side evolving towards becoming the rules of the entire world.

"Charge! Attack!"

"It's their last line of defence. We shall not retreat!"

"Ernest!" Gardiner yelled from the top of his lungs.

"Coming!"

A scroll was unfurled and golden rays of light shone from it, forcing the orcs into retreat.

However, the use of the scroll also caused Ernest to spurt blood.

"Soul, it's up to you now!" Ernest shouted, his face already pale. He could no longer stand firm on his own and required the assistance from others.

"Leave it to me!" Soul yelled as he

charged to the frontlines, a blood- red giant axe drifted behind him. Ancestral weapons that could disregard the rules were capable of unleashing a massive destructive force on the battlefield. The moment the axe swung down on the battlefield, the orcs that were within 10 meters of the impact would all evaporate into dust, creating a fan-shaped blast area in front of Soul.

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Thanks to the ancestral weapons, the humans had finally fought their way up to the higher grounds, if they could take over the higher grounds, they would be able to obtain victory in the first stage!

At that moment, everyone was in high spirits. They were all pushing forward as hard as their hearts could take them.

"Charge! Attack!"

"Keep moving forward! We're almost there! Just a little more!"

"Branley!" Soul roared.

"I'm on it!" Branley carried a shield on his back. He flung it into the sky, and it expanded in the air, and finally formed into a gigantic wall.