Chapter Ninety-Six: Flesh for Feast

The cold wind howled through the air.

Everyone huddled on the leeward platform, silently swallowing their rations and quietly replenishing their strength.

The biting wind cut across their faces like knives. Hats, hair, and beards were all coated in thick layers of frost, making them look like snowmen.

After finishing her rations, Situ Lan rubbed her hands together with the snow, moving her body to keep agile.

“Lin Fan,” Situ Lan suddenly turned to him, “I heard Elder Jin say that you once mentioned I would become a War God, is that true?”

“Mm.” Lin Fan nodded.

“I can feel it—I’m vaguely walking a path… right after the Corpse King’s generals, there’s a faint power within me, like a burning blood flowing through me,” Situ Lan whispered. “So, this path is…”

“The path to godhood,” Lin Fan explained. “No need to worry—it’s a good thing.”

“The path to godhood is a road that transcends the layers of life.”

“It’s a path that allows humans to become gods.”

“The chances of unlocking it are slim, and everyone’s way of unlocking it is different. In the previous era, only eight people in Greater Xia completed this path.”

Situ Lan fell silent for a moment, then asked with some confusion, “But becoming a god… isn’t that the same as those deities?”

“Not quite. Although they become gods, many who have ascended in Greater Xia choose to protect the mortal realm in their divine forms,” Lin Fan smiled, then frowned. “However, there are some who, having walked the path to godhood and become gods from humans, arrogantly proclaim themselves as deities and ally with those so-called gods to invade Blue Star.”

In every era, there are always those without backbone.

Such people are called traitors.

“Those who willingly protect Greater Xia in their divine forms are called the Guardians of Greater Xia,” Lin Fan said calmly.

“Guardians of Greater Xia,” Situ Lan repeated, then asked suddenly, “How can one complete the path?”

“Timing.”

“When will that timing come?”

Looking at Situ Lan’s persistent questioning, Lin Fan’s eyes grew faintly distant as he softly said, “There will come a moment when you are willing to risk everything, even your life, for a single cause.”

“This world rarely offers such an opportunity.”

“But when that moment arrives, you will know—the time has come.”

Situ Lan nodded, silently committing the words to heart.

Lin Fan stood and took the walkie-talkie, saying, “Everyone, start warming up in place for five minutes. Use snow to rub your face, do push-ups or squats—get your bodies moving!”

“Work is about to begin!”

At his words, all the Godslayer Army members and soldiers who had finished their rations began warming up against the cold wind. Wisps of white breath rose from their bodies—fiery blood battling the icy gale.

Ten minutes later.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the soldiers and Godslayer troops, their bodies burning with heat as they stood before Lin Fan.

“Commander,” Dao Wanqian shouted, “what’s our next move?”

Lin Fan took a deep breath and slowly walked to the edge of the platform.

There stood a nearly vertical mountain face—immense and unyielding, towering in the biting wind.

Lin Fan approached the mountain wall, looked up at the towering peak that pierced the clouds, and said softly, “Time to wake up and meet your fate.”

He then pulled a can of spray paint from his pocket and drew a vivid red circle on the mountain.

The circle was massive, spanning ten meters in diameter. Most of the painting was done while Lin Fan climbed the cliff face!

He then shouted loudly, “Gather all the high-explosive charges you’re carrying and arrange them around this opening!”

At his command, everyone immediately took out their explosives. Over a hundred soldiers brought along long military climbing ropes and handheld drills.

Without much instruction, those well-trained soldiers tied climbing ropes around their waists, scaled the rock face, and braved the cold wind to drill holes in the mountain!

To ensure precision, they didn’t wear gloves. In this howling mountain wind at below freezing temperatures, after two hours of continuous work, their hands were cracked and bleeding!

Yet no one complained, not even changing expression—focused solely on the task.

In every era, there are always those who bear the burden and press forward.

“Dong, dong, dong…”

The hard mountain rock echoed hollowly under the impact of the drills, as if something hid behind it.

The reason for drilling was that when explosives detonate, the shockwave spreads in all directions.

If explosives were simply placed against the rock, most of the blast force would dissipate outward where there was no barrier, making the blast ineffective.

Therefore, holes were drilled to embed the explosives, allowing most of the shockwave to act directly on the target. This technique is called directional blasting.

The hundred specially trained soldiers, their ropes dangling at their waists, clung to the cliff like spiders as they worked.

At this moment, they seemed incredibly small.

But soon, these tiny figures would shatter this seemingly sky-reaching mountain wall!

Not long after.

The circle Lin Fan had painted was filled with drilled holes, densely packed with high-explosive charges.

Wires converged and connected to the detonator in front of Lin Fan.

“Report, Commander!” a soldier shouted. “Special Forces Company One has completed the directional blasting setup!”

“Good work,” Lin Fan nodded. “Fall in!”

“Yes, sir!”

The hundred soldiers who had completed the task immediately fell back into formation, standing tall in the howling cold wind.

“You must be wondering why I made you carry your weapons to this freezing place, why I had you set up directional charges on this mountain,” Lin Fan said, looking at the soldiers with a serious voice. “Now, it’s time to tell you.”

“Because behind this mountain wall hides a legendary creature!”

“The Tianshan Yeti!”

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