Chapter 639 - 500: Unification of the North District: The Ultimate Battle, Faceless Snow Demon

Wu Qingjing left.

Shen Ning’Er didn’t see him off. The moment Wu Qingjing left, she picked up her communicator and dialed the number for Fang Yuan, the chairman of the Celestial King Group.

"Hello, this is Fang Yuan." Fang Yuan’s voice came from the other end almost immediately.

"Hello, Grandpa Fang. This is Shen Ning’Er. I need you to gather all the Attribute Elixirs sold by the Celestial King Group, as well as the Group’s weapon manufacturing blueprints, and bring them to the Underground City as quickly as possible."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Fang Yuan spoke again. "What’s happened? Are Tangtang and Gao Neng in any danger?"

"I’m not sure, but this matter concerns the survival of the Alliance. Please, Grandpa Fang, do it right away."

"Alright... I understand. I’ll do it myself!"

"..."

The call ended.

Shen Ning’Er walked out of the military tent.

White snow drifted down, landing on her black military uniform.

The brim of her military cap slightly shadowed her face, but her gaze pierced through the dilapidated city wall, fixed on the north. She just kept looking...

"..."

"Reporting, Division Commander Shen! An urgent order from the Supreme Council." A soldier approached at that moment.

"Read it," Shen Ning’Er said as she continued walking toward the top of the city wall.

"Order: Major General Shen Ning’Er, Deputy Division Commander of the Second Corps’ Third Division and Commander of the 7th Independent Brigade, is to immediately lead the Heavy Armored Corps back to the Eastern District Fortress to carry out defensive duties!"

"Please reply to the Supreme Council that Shen Ning’Er only takes orders from the Military Department."

"Yes, ma’am!" The soldier immediately withdrew.

Just then, a man walked over.

"Ning’Er, this is insubordination on the battlefield... A soldier’s duty is to obey orders. Even if you have objections, you can’t express them like this. If the Old Man comes down on you for this, I won’t be able to cover for you." The man who approached was, of course, none other than Shen Fei, the commander of the Second Corps.

"It’s fine. It’s not like I was planning on having you cover for me, Second Uncle." Shen Ning’Er smiled and continued walking toward the city wall.

The snow began to fall harder.

The snow on the ground made a crunching sound.

Shen Fei smiled as well, walking beside Shen Ning’Er toward the wall.

"Don’t tell me you expect the Old Man to cover for you? But even he can’t openly defy an order from the Council, can he?" Shen Fei spoke again.

"You’re right. Of course Grandfather can’t defy them."

"Then what’s the point of doing this?"

"I’m guessing... the Supreme Council won’t pressure the Military Department over this, nor will they issue another order transferring me to the Eastern District." Shen Ning’Er reached the top of the city wall.

Before her lay a vast expanse of white snow.

In the distance, snow-capped mountains towered menacingly.

"Why?" Shen Fei asked, a little confused.

"Because Liang Qi is also looking at the big picture."

"What do you mean?"

"Right now, the biggest threat to him is still Gao Neng. Although he’s temporarily gained command of this war, he hasn’t yet earned the military achievements needed to solidify his position. Therefore, he absolutely will not risk a greater loss for a smaller gain by getting into a major conflict with me at a time like this."

"I see."

"Second Uncle, returning to the Eastern District Fortress this time will certainly be a bitter fight. I hope that this time... you can try to preserve some of your strength." Shen Ning’Er’s gaze was calm.

"Hahaha... You little brat, you’re only eighteen and you already dare to lecture your second uncle? You should worry about yourself. The North District is far more dangerous than the Eastern District." Shen Fei was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Oh, right, Second Uncle, what about Dr. Lan? She’s single, you know. Think about it!" Shen Ning’Er’s lips curved into a rare, mischievous smile.

"..." Shen Fei’s expression stiffened. He turned and started to walk away. "Ning’Er, are you blind? Dr. Lan is three years older than me!"

"An older wife brings you a pile of gold."

"Get lost!"

"..."

Shen Fei departed.

But Shen Ning’Er’s eyes once again glanced toward the North District.

’Will you come back?’

’No matter how long it takes for you to return... I’ll be here waiting for you. Always... waiting!’

...

「Two days later.」

The negotiations between the Strongest of the Northwest Two Districts were drawing to a close.

The Old Duke of the Vampire Race naturally refused to admit it even under threat of death, while the North District’s side insisted that the Vampire Race had indeed launched the first sneak attack.

What puzzled the Old Duke was that the Strongest from the North District had initially suggested further investigation. But as time went on... not a single one of them brought it up again.

An investigation?

Not a chance!

It was you, the Vampire Race, who ambushed the Werewolf Race!

No investigation needed.

They were adamant. It was you!

Moreover, the longer it went on, the firmer their attitude became.

Five hours ago, they had even reached a perfect consensus, their rhetoric becoming nearly identical: the Vampire Race had to cede territory and pay reparations.

This made negotiations extremely difficult.

The Vampire Race, for their part, certainly weren’t going to pay any reparations.

"You sons of bitches beat me up, and now you want my city? Dream on!"

But the North District’s side refused to give an inch.

No investigation.

No evidence-gathering.

They just stuck to their guns: you, the Vampire Race, broke the agreement and launched a sneak attack from behind.

The negotiations between the two sides had once again reached a stalemate.

Meanwhile, at the foot of a giant waterfall, Gao Neng was bathing in a cold pool with Fang Tangtang and Gao Xiaomeng.

Three elf maidens with pointed ears and pure white hair knelt by the side of the cold pool.

"The Elf Race really does have a strange fondness for cold pools." An hour ago, he had successfully taken control of the Snow Elf Race.

"Gao Neng, did you have a breakthrough?" Fang Tangtang asked while swimming in the cold pool, her little feet constantly splashing in the water.