My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1677

After leaving Gaspare to Henry, Adonias did not linger for any longer. He turned around immediately and left.

Henry looked at Gaspare, who lay weak on the ground, and sneered.

There was a look of horror on Gaspare's face. He was no longer as arrogant as he used to be. He was terrified.

The moment Henry looked at him, he immediately begged for mercy, he no longer had the ego of the deputy master of the Elite Spirit Hall he used to have.

"Time to die."

The scythe swung downwards and the pleading sounds from Gaspare stopped instantly. His eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, and his head fell off his body and rolled to the side in the next second.

At that point, the human army was the only party that remained on the battlefield. The orcs had completely left. Gaspare of the Elite Spirit Hall and Taoist priest Carmeli of the Taoist Jade Virtual had all died. As for the remaining Taoist priests, they were all captured and hacked to death.

When they saw that all of the orcs had left, the soldiers on the battlefield felt as if they were in a dream. They could not believe that they had really won the battle.

After days of battling, they had all become numb about the idea of death. The way they saw it, the dead were just a pile of numbers. They had even planned to stay on the battlefield forever, and had imagined that they would be fighting there for a long time, but unexpectedly, it all came to an end just so simply.

As the chief commander of the army, Gardiner put up an excited look on his face.

On the silent battlefield, Gardiner raised his arm and shouted loudly, "My men, we are victorious!"

When Gardiner shouted that, silence spread across the battlefield. Everyone scanned around their surroundings with a blank expression. After a few seconds of silence, someone responded to Gardiner's shouts.

"We won?"

His reply was full of doubts.

"We've won! The orcs have completely retreated!"

"We really did!"

"We won! We actually won!"

"We've won!"

After a series of doubtful murmurs and looks of disbelief, cheers finally erupted from the human army, it felt like the rush of water that gushed out of a dam when its gates had been let down.

"We won!"

"We did it! We won! We won!"

"What the f**k! Awesome!"

The cheers sounded like a landslide. Some people knelt on the ground as streams of tears flowed down their faces. Some people put their hands together and prayed. Some just lay on the ground together with the corpses. They had exhausted all of their strength, yet they were still able to stand on the battlefield, they had accomplished all of that through sheer willpower. Everyone portrayed their joy and excitement differently.

Although the power of the ancestral weapons played an important role in the battle, what was most important was the determination and persistence of the soldiers. If they had not built a wall of defence with their own bodies, how would Henry have had the chance to retrieve those ancestral weapons? The victory belonged to everyone, and all of them played a crucial role for it!

"Hahahaha! F*ck it, let us have a feast! I want to drink for three days and three nights!"

"All of you who said that you can drink more than me, don't you run away!"