Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 176 The Immortals

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West, Border Canyon

" Where are those fucking Westerners hiding? " Klaus stood at the highest point of the hill, the canyon in front of him was so thick with fog that there was not a soul in sight.

"I guess those cowardly Westerners must be hiding. " Marx stood beside Klaus, the fog wetting his hair and cheeks.

"Should we keep going? " Marx asked.

Klaus didn’t answer, he thought for a moment and said, " We’ll send some scouts to the front to see what’s going on, and then we’ll make a decision."

"Got it."

Marx immediately called for three scouts, whom he ordered to go ahead and reconnoitre the enemy. After the three scouts had donned their communications gear and weapons, they cautiously made their way toward the canyon ahead.

Klaus watched the three scouts as they drifted away and were gradually swallowed up in the dense fog. He stood gazing longingly into the mist, as if trying to see through it to the scout. But there was nothing to be seen but the white haze.

" Marx, try to contact them. " Klaus said.

So Marx took the communication device, and he pressed the red button on the intercom, " Lucas, is everything alright?"

Two seconds later, a scout’s voice came on the other end of the intercom, "Everything is fine,No enemy is in sight."

Then a second and a third scout answered in the same way. Klaus didn’t let his guard down when he heard the replies, he said to Marx, "Tell them to keep looking. If they see the enemy, report it to us."

"Lucas, keep scouting. " Marx said into his walkie-talkie, "If you see anything unusual, report it immediately."

A few seconds later, when there was no sound on the other end of the intercom, Marx pressed the red button on the intercom again and shouted anxiously, "Lucas, do you read me?"

Then the intermittent voice came from the other end of the intercom, "Report... us... enemy..." The noise was muffled, making it difficult to tell exactly what was going on.

"Lucas, what’s going on?" Marx trailed off.

"Help, help." From the other end of the walkie-talkie came the voice of another scout, a voice full of fear and despair.

"Gail, tell me what’s going on?" Marx gripped his walkie-talkie tightly, his face grim.

From the other end of the walkie-talkie, however, there was a rustle, and the signal was broken. Marx quickly adjusted the channel to try to reach the other side again. But try as he would, he could not reach them again.

" Something must have happened to them." There was uneasiness in Marx’s eyes.

"What did they just say? " Klaus asked.

"I only heard them say enemy. " Marx replied.

"No, were they just screaming for help? " Klaus frowned as he mulled over what the scout had just said.

" Normally, scouts don’t call for help if they find the enemy." Klaus’s voice trailed off.

"Didn’t they meet the enemy? " Marx thought for a moment," They met the monster?"

At that moment Klaus heard a light step, and signalled to Marx to be quiet. He then listened attentively to the sound, trying to find its direction.

Confirming that the sound came from the ravine ahead of him, Klaus climbed again to the highest point of the hill and looked in the direction of the fog-shrouded gorge.

Suddenly, a werewolf dressed as a Western warrior slowly steps out of the mist, his face impassive, his scarlet eyes standing out eerie in the mist. Then many werewolf warriors appeared behind him, one after the other, all with eyes as bright red as blood, like the one at the head.

"They’re coming!" Klaus commanded Marx, " Tell the artillery to prepare to attack the enemy."

Marx acted quickly, relaying Klaus’ orders through his communications device. In a very short time the gunners in the gun positions were busy in a tense and methodical manner. They adjusted the direction of their guns and loaded them for the coming battle.

As the Western fighters closed in, the atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense. Finally, when the western fighters came within striking distance, Klaus gave the order, "Fire!"

Instantly the sound of cannon was heard. Cannonballs streaked across the sky like shooting stars, whistling toward the Western fighters. The shell exploded in a group of Western fighters, sending flames into the sky, filling the air with smoke and sending shrapnel flying.

After about twenty minutes of shell bombardment, the field was filled with smoke, the strong smell of gunpowder choked the men to the point where they could scarcely breathe, and the air was filled with a burning heat.

As the smoke cleared, however, a shocking sight met Klaus’ eyes. The champion of the West was on his feet again. Their figures slowly appeared through the smoke, and though their clothes were torn and torn by the fire, no wound appeared on their bodies.

Why was that?

Klaus’s eyes were fixed on the group of Western warriors who were advancing toward them, and those hollow, scarlet eyes, like the eyes of a demon, glowed strangely red in the gray smoke.

" Continue the attack." Klaus gave the order again.

Once more the canyon resounded with the sound of a cannonade, and the powerful shock made the air about it seem to tremble. After the end of the second wave of artillery fire, the smoke became so thick that it was almost impossible to see the scene before them.

It was as if the air had coagulated around them, and there was nothing but palpitating silence. Gradually, however, a dull, rhythmic sound reached his ears, the sound of feet on gravel.

" They’re coming!" Klaus shouted at Marx, " Tell the artillery shooters to prepare for a third attack."

"We’re out of ammo." Marx replied with a nervous look, " The supplies have not reached the forward barracks."

" Damn it!" Klaus looked at the western warriors who were approaching them, he ordered decisively, " Tell everyone to prepare for battle."

Marx quickly passed the order down, and the warriors of the Northern army stood at attention. Tension was in the air, and as the western warriors approached, the northern warriors shouted and attacked the western warriors.​

​Klaus rushed to the front of the line, and, with his wolf-paws bared, he lunged at one of the undead warriors. The claws arced sharply through the air and clutched the Western fighter with a fierce grip.

The adversary was unable to dodge in time, and the sharp claws of Klaus instantly cut a long gash in the chest of the western warrior. The man showed no sign of pain, however, as he swung his claws back at Klaus.

Klaus bellowed as he swung a fist and slammed it into the chest of the Western fighter. The man, however, only swayed a little, as if he did not feel it. He then reached out and tried to grab Klaus, who ducked and kicked the man in the knee. But the man’s body was as hard as iron, and the kick did not affect it much.

Stunned, Klaus sprang to his feet and slammed his fist as hard as he could into the neck of the Western fighter.

With the sound of breaking bones, a crack appeared in the neck of the western warrior. But it did not fall, and instead attacked Klaus more frantically. So Klaus again saw the right moment and threw a few punches in the same spot. At last the western warrior’s neck gave way, and he fell to the ground.

Before Klaus could catch his breath, a second Westerner was upon him. He had to keep going into the fight.

Behind Klaus, too, the Northern troops were engaged with the enemy, and one by one the shouts rang through the valley.

In this engagement, however, although the numbers of the Northern troops were greater than those of the Western warriors, the numbers of the Northern troops were significantly diminished. More and more of the northern warriors were slain by the western ones, and their bodies fell to the ground in a river of blood.

" Something is wrong." Marx had just finished off a western warrior when he rushed over to Klaus, " Why can’t we kill all those westerners?"

Klaus snapped the neck of one of the Westerners, and he saw before him another dead Westerner slowly rising from a heap of corpses, and the man who rose was the first Westerner Klaus had killed.

Klaus witnesses the dead warrior come to life again as he thrusts his wolf’s paw into the chest of a Northern warrior, who falls to the ground and never rises again.

" Why is that?" Max freezes, having seen the same image as Klaus.

" They’re not alive." Klaus responded, " It’s magic!"

"What? " Marx stared at the western warriors in disbelief, "What kind of magic can bring the dead back to life?"

"It must be black magic. " Klaus’ face was gloomy, he looked at the northern warriors who fell one after another, the flame of anger burned in his eyes.

"Marx, you take the remaining men and retreat first. " Klaus ordered, "I’ll cover you."

Marx gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with worry and determination, "Go! " Klaus yelled at him.

Marx quickly turned around and shouted to the exhausted but still determined Northern soldiers, "Come with me, everyone!"

At that moment Klaus saw a western warrior attempting to pursue Marx, and he did not hesitate to swing his wolf-paw at his foe.

" Come on, come to daddy." Klaus beckoned to the Westerners in a defiant tone, and in the next moment several of them immediately surrounded Klaus, and they all attacked him at once.

The battle continued for an undetermined length of time, until Klaus, having routed all his enemies, was so exhausted that he could use no more of his strength.

Klaus stood in a pool of blood. He gasped and looked at the bodies on the ground. A thin pink haze of blood hung in the air. Klaus’s eyes peered through the mist, and he saw a figure approaching at a little distance.

Klaus’s body shook a little, and he could not believe what he was seeing.

" Emily!"