Chapter 1080: Civil and Military Affairs Reversed (Part 9) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Compared to the overwhelming momentum of Wei Cheng's attack, the lone Ji Moqiu was like an ant about to be swallowed by a wave hundreds of feet high.

Smash him, strangle him, it's all so easy.

Before the killing move even arrived, the shockwave preceded it.

The gale was strong enough to send rocks flying, and even the elite vanguard battalions of both countries could only stabilize their formation using the "thousand-pound weight" method. The battle flags in the camps were also significantly affected; apart from the main banner which remained standing, the others were all leaning precariously, and several flagpoles had even snapped in half. This situation should not have occurred, but with the civil and military roles reversed, the military soldiers guarding the flags in each battalion had become civil officials, and the number of civil officials was far fewer than that of the military soldiers. Therefore, the priority was to protect the main banner and maintain morale.

When the great banner is raised, the morale of the army is united, and the army is as stable as Mount Tai!

If the great banner falls, the morale of the army will collapse, and they will be easily defeated!

"Don't worry about this place!" Lin Feng saw that the banner was swaying and rushed over to carry it as a guard. He flashed to the banner camp and stabilized the flagpole with just one hand. Not to mention Tu Rong, who was originally guarding the banner, even Lin Feng himself was surprised.

She couldn't believe it was her own strength!

Lin Feng's swordsmanship was taught to her personally by Chu Yao, who also privately tutored her with Chu Jie, feeding her the moves. As she grew older, her skills gradually matured. To maximize her strengths, she focused on agility, never resorting to a second strike if she could kill an enemy with a single blow!

Naturally, this means that strength cannot be taken into account at the same time.

In this world of explosive military power, banners made of ordinary materials are easily captured by the enemy, forcing both sides to focus on the materials used in their battles. To ensure sturdiness and durability, the banners must be made of solid materials, resulting in an considerable overall weight.

Ordinary martial artists can barely lift the banner, but to carry the banner and charge alongside the vanguard, protecting the banner while fighting the entire war, requires physical strength that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It absolutely requires superhuman strength among martial artists!

Tu Rong nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He whispered, "Lingde, are you sure you can do it?"

Lin Feng tried it out, and the seemingly incredibly heavy banner was surprisingly light in her hands. For a moment, she suspected it was a fake, but judging from Tu Rong's expression, it was impossible. The only explanation was that her strength was probably...too great!

She replied decisively, "I will not hesitate!"

The banner is in her hands; it cannot be lost!

Tu Rong considered his current situation and gritted his teeth, saying, "My senior brother and the soldiers in the camp will protect you and the banner!"

Despite the fierce wind, Ji Moqiu remained as still as a mountain.

He gestured with his blood-stained finger in the air and said in a firm and powerful voice, "Believer Ji Mo Shaobai respectfully requests the assistance of my god!"

The overwhelming pressure failed to elicit even a hint of fear from him; instead, his clear left eye gained an unfathomable darkness. The fighting spirit in his eyes shifted from calm to surging, completely out of control, like a small boat on a pond being swept into the ocean by the wind and waves.

Wei Cheng's deadly move arrived in the blink of an eye.

The aura distorted the air into a gigantic, transparent beast, which opened its blood-red maw at Ji Moqiu, revealing countless ferocious and sharp fangs. Given its immense size, no one doubted that this behemoth could swallow its prey. Just then, a figure silently appeared.

It was a woman dressed in a light blue gauze robe and holding a sharp sword.

To be precise, it was the phantom of a woman.

A single sword point points directly at the behemoth.

With a flick of her wrist, the woman unleashed a silent burst of sword energy.

The beast's greedy eyes flashed with disdain. The sword energy was extremely weak, at most half a zhang long, enough to barely cut a bamboo. Even a slight graze from its own residual energy could shred it.

The disdain in its pupils froze completely in the next instant. Before it could even process its emotions, its body shattered into hundreds of pieces. It was torn to dust in mid-air, turning into a cloud of primordial air.

The fierce wind instantly transformed into a refreshing breeze.

The phantom image then disappeared.

They appear quickly and disappear quickly.

Most people didn't have time to see what was happening, but Gongxi Chou noticed that the phantom's attire was exactly the same as the stone statue of the god worshipped in the clan. This discovery finally put his mind at ease, and the tension he had been holding in completely dissipated. He had been worried that his elder brother would suffer a great loss at Wei Cheng's hands, but he never expected that his elder brother could still summon gods even with his divine power sealed. In the words of A Lai in his letter home, the current situation was truly like kissing the First Emperor—

It's a sure win!

The flames in Wei Cheng's eyes flickered uneasily.

As a skeleton, he felt neither fatigue nor breathlessness; only the two dimmed life flames around his eyes revealed his current state. Looking at Ji Moqiu enveloped in smoke and dust, and recalling the scene where his attack had just been shattered by a strange phantom's sword, Wei Cheng's killing intent intensified. A malevolent, turbid black mist continuously surged from his body, materializing!

At first glance, they looked like clumps of black liquid of varying sizes, floating in the air without gravity. When the wind blew, it not only dispersed some of them, but also carried their scent over.

It had an indescribable fishy stench.

Besides being nauseating, countless chaotic and evil thoughts drift through one's mind. Those images can instill in people a strange murderous intent, making them find everything displeasing and wanting to destroy everything they see. They wish they could kill all living things they see and greedily devour their blood.

Only in this way can this terrifying restlessness be relieved.

If even the autumn harvest in Jimo is affected, what about others?

Shen Tang was the first to react.

The soldiers, who were only at the lowest ranks of the army and those with the strength of second-class elites, had now transformed into literary scholars with a bit of literary talent. They tried to use their literary incantations seven or eight times before they could barely succeed once, but the effect was poor, and they could only worry about themselves. The high-ranking generals, who had also transformed into half-baked literary scholars, did not perform much better, and they were all frantically trying to recall the incantations they had recently memorized.

Some people calmed their minds and purified the air, while others attracted strong winds from the opposite direction, blowing the polluted air towards the Gaoguo camp.

The chaos was even worse than if the great banner had been cut down.

Wei Shou barely managed to prop up a section of the city wall with literary flair.

Looking at the pitifully low height of the city wall, his old face flushed red.

"Ha, hahaha, I really didn't expect this... I always saw you use this thing so easily, but I only realized how difficult it was after using it myself..." Wei Shou often mocked Chu Yao, saying that he had gone to great lengths to raise a wall of literary energy, but its defensive capabilities were not even as good as a punch from a slightly stronger military general. What was the point of this thing?

He's utterly useless!

With just a little effort, I could destroy it!

You only realize how difficult it is after you try it yourself.

Looking at the shoddy construction of the "Civilized City Wall," he pleaded in his heart, not asking it to stop anyone or to be of much use, but only that it could keep the odor outside the wall. Fortunately, the heavens were kind to him, and the "Civilized City Wall" held firm.

Wei Shou stroked his beard and said, "I possess the talent of a literary genius."

I succeeded on my first try!

Chu Yao: "..."

At this moment, he was too lazy to pay attention to Wei Shou.

His attention was entirely focused on Wei Cheng.

The "A Glimmer of Hope" technique, manifested as a martial artist's intent, can predict a small part of the future; more precisely, it allows one to see what the target will experience in the near future. Chu Yao only uses it as a reference—can a future that can be seen and altered still be considered the future?

This is at best just one possibility for the future.

Therefore, Chu Yao values ​​the invariants in the "future" more.

Seeing that Chu Yao ignored him, Wei Shou glared and puffed out his beard, but didn't try to argue. Anyone could see that Chu Yao's face was pale, and his previously surging martial energy was visibly depleting. Chu Yao suddenly withdrew his strength and took two steps back.

Wei Shou was quick-witted and steadied him with his palm against his back.

Chu Yao said, "I'm fine."

He said he was fine, but in reality he was sweating profusely and looked pale.

Gu Chi was also waiting for the results: "What did Wu Hui see?"

Chu Yao glanced at the direction of the battle line, then turned back to meet his lord's concerned and anxious gaze. He said, "I just went to look at the future of the High Priest of Jimo, and it was all in chaos. Then I went to look at Wei Yucheng's, and I had some unexpected gains. His skeleton contains about a hundred people, or rather, 'ghosts'! One of them is dressed in a style similar to the High Priest of Jimo, and the two sides are still in a standoff."

Calling it a standoff isn't quite accurate.

The female high priestess suppressed a group all by herself.

And the identities of that group of people—

Chu Yao sighed with a subtle regret.

"It's truly a pity that Yuanliang wasn't there for this battle."

Shen Tang was bewildered: "Does this have anything to do with Yuan Liang again?"

He was truly hungry; not content with enemies from his own era, he had also made enemies with those old fogies who should have been dead long ago.

Chu Yao lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "Didn't Yuan Liang say before that he couldn't get in touch with the members of the Pantheon?"

Shen Tang suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide.

He gasped, "You mean..."

Those hundred or so "ghosts" that were cooked and eaten by Wei Cheng and trapped inside his stomach are suspected to be members of the Inner Society of the Gods?

Chu Yao affirmed, "It should be."

There have also been changes in members within the Pantheon.

It's just unknown whether those who were devoured were members of the contemporary Inner Society.

But their identities are certain and there is no mistake.

Shen Tang initially found it absurd, but upon reflection, it seemed logical—the Wu Kingdom was just one step away from unification when the gods secretly plotted and intervened, causing the Wu Kingdom's hidden dangers to erupt prematurely, and its vast power to crumble overnight. Wei Cheng seemed to still cherish the Wu Kingdom and his former master; it wasn't impossible for him to devour his enemies to avenge his former lord. Their positions were inherently opposed.

What she didn't understand was why there was a high priest.

It's impossible for a hundred or so "ghosts" not to hate Wei Cheng. It's inevitable that they would cause trouble and try to seize control of Wei Cheng's body. But why would the person who is suspected to be the high priest help Wei Cheng suppress these "ghosts"? Speaking of enmity, the Gongxi clan also has a life-and-death feud with Wei Cheng.

"They all have their own consciousness?"

Chu Yao nodded in agreement with Shen Tang's guess.

On the battlefield, the chilling atmosphere was terrifying.

Clumps of black liquid condensed in mid-air into a hundred or so blurry human faces, which then transformed into human heads. These heads looked exactly like the faces on Wei Cheng's body. Their features were grotesque and twisted, and they emitted inhuman howls.

The shouts of "tear apart" and "avenge" were like the whispers of evil spirits in one's ear, giving one a chill down their spine just by listening to them.

These people were scrambling to fly towards Jimoqiu.

However, a black line always connected their heads to Wei Cheng, restricting their freedom. Even with their faces contorted and their efforts strained, they couldn't get any closer to their target. Ji Moqiu coldly watched this scene. Although he didn't know the identities of these people, he had a pretty good idea of ​​the truth. His gaze fell on the face on Wei Cheng's chest; all the other faces flew out, but hers remained unmoved.

"They can't kill me."

Ji Moqiu tentatively opened his mouth.

Wei Cheng seemed not to hear him, letting out a piercing shriek. As the shriek echoed through the sky, the hundred or so heads flying in mid-air excitedly. This time, with even more force, the black thread snapped easily. The heads flew wildly towards Ji Moqiu.

A red-tasseled spear materialized in Ji Moqiu's hand.

The long red tassel at the tip of the spear turned into red and white flames with a "poof".

Do you know what inanimate objects are most afraid of?

Ji Moqiu didn't expect to get the answer from the heads of people.

Immense power, immeasurable momentum, surged towards the man's head with the force of the spear. A vast array of spear shadows carved out a domain around him, the surging martial energy transforming into a blazing, yang flame. The fastest head, unable to stop its momentum, crashed headfirst into the barrier of spear shadows, reduced to ashes before it could even utter a scream.

It's making a sizzling sound!

"Where do you think you're going—"

The endless bursts of gunfire coalesced into a scene of a flying dragon soaring through the sky.

One after another, red and white flames bloomed wildly in mid-air, a scene truly deserving of the title "spectacle." Unfortunately, the heads could not enjoy this beauty, for even a touch of the red and white flames would cause them to scream in agony.

It inevitably brings to mind the phrase "soul scattered and spirit dispersed".

Those heads that flew slower, seeing the fate of the others, were overcome with fear by greed, and screamed as they scattered and fled. This was all in vain! Some of the more astute ones flew directly towards Wei Cheng—they usually hated Wei Cheng to the core, hated him for killing them, hated him for suppressing and imprisoning them, preventing their release, but at this moment they couldn't care less about such things.

What is more important than life, freedom?

Unexpectedly, this escape route was also cut off.

The one who severed it was none other than Wei Cheng himself.

Shen Tang watched this scene without any surprise, muttering to herself, "Wei Cheng is using someone else to do his dirty work. That's really clever."

As if to confirm Shen Tang's guess.

Wei Cheng raised his palm and sent a gust of wind slapping the man's head back.

The head slammed heavily to the ground, and even the black mist seemed to thin out a bit.

"Wei Yucheng—"

The heads immediately realized what was happening.

He uttered a torrent of hatred.

Wei Cheng tilted his head, watching as Ji Moqiu arrived and dispatched them all with a single shot, one after another. Only when they were completely gone did he feel utterly satisfied. He looked up, his eyes blazing with fury as he met Ji Moqiu's calm gaze: "You brat, do you have any last words?"

Ji Moqiu simply stared at his chest without saying a word.

This scene made Wu Xian's heart jump into his throat again.

"Imperial Advisor, shall we use—"

"Need not."

The Imperial Advisor smiled with satisfaction.

"One person is enough to be a Marquis of the Twenty Ranks!"

At the same time, Wei Cheng said in a good mood, "Considering that you helped me this time, I will allow you to leave your last words. The stubborn illness that has plagued me for so many years has finally been rid of today."

He reveled in the feeling of returning to his prime.

"I will leave you with a whole corpse."

Shen Tang glanced at Wei Cheng and thought to herself, "Not necessarily."

Opening champagne halfway through a journey is the most deadly thing you can do.

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