Chapter 81 God Killing
"You're useless." He said, his voice colder than the flood. "Without your magic power, you can't even protect two children so poorly."
Han Zhi gently placed Thirteen and Sixteen on the ground. They were still trembling, but he stood up and met Fen Jin's gaze: "Please save them."
"Fen Jin scoffed and rolled over the wet mud on the ground. "Okay."
"Take them back and throw them into the dungeon of the Thirty-Six Divisions." Fen Jin turned around, his tone unquestionable. "As for you—" He turned back to look at the flooded city: "Are you angry?"
Han Zhi remained silent.
Fen Jin said, "If you are angry, go and kill them to prove to me that you are worthy of me saving them."
Han Zhi didn't tell the rest of the story, but Chi Changyuan also knew it.
That incident caused a lot of uproar back then. The mountain god of Jiutu and the river god of Hanxu were killed in the Kingdom of Jin, and their godheads were crushed as if in a provocative act. The three crowns argued for a long time.
But he didn't expect that the person who killed them was Han Zhi.
"They usually like to ask the people to give their daughters to marry them. That time, they even fought over the same person."
Han Zhi whispered, "If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have realized that even without magic power, I could still kill gods."
Later, when he returned to the Thirty-Six Departments, no one dared to say no even if he squeezed Thirteen-Six in.
It was also at that moment that he began to understand Fen Jin a little.
Sometimes, conquest solves everything.
Han Zhi went to the battlefield.
His thin but upright figure was wrapped in white armor. He stood in the front row of the Jiutu army, with tens of thousands of armored soldiers behind him and the invading Jin army in front of him. The armor of those soldiers was still stained with blood plundered from Jiutu.
The Jin general called out to him from across the front, his tone filled with contempt: "Are you that coward Stone God? Ha, the little dwarf finally decided to come out?"
He was very tall, about two heads taller than Han Zhi, making Han Zhi, who was 1.8 meters tall, look like a child in front of him.
Han Zhi said: "If you laugh at me because of my height, I can chop off your head and eliminate the difference."
The moment these words fell, there was a moment of silence in the Jiutu army, and then a low laugh broke out. The morale that had been suppressed by the arrogance of the Jin army was quietly lifted up by these cold and hard words.
The Jin general's face instantly flushed purple. He yanked out the long sword from his waist, pointed the tip at Han Zhi, and roared, sending dust flying in front of the battle line. "How arrogant! I'm going to chop you, a little dwarf, into pieces today, and then I'm going to flatten your Nine Lands military camp! I'm going to capture all the goddesses and women from your Nine Lands!"
He clamped his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse neighed, carrying him straight towards Han Zhi. The long sword slashed down with a strong wind, and the cold light on the blade almost pierced people's eyes. The surrounding armored soldiers couldn't help but tighten their grip on their weapons, even breathing a little slower.
But Han Zhi didn't move. He just stood there, his white armor gleaming in the sunlight. He didn't move until the blade was only three feet away. Then, with the swiftness of a shadow, he suddenly swerved sideways, barely avoiding the blade's edge while his right hand grasped the longsword behind him.
With a crisp clang, the longsword was unsheathed. Han Zhi's wrist twisted, the tip of the sword piercing the Jin general's wrist. The general hadn't expected such swiftness, and the pain caused his grip on the sword to loosen slightly, nearly causing it to slip from his grasp. Furious and startled, he tried to rein in his horse, but Han Zhi gave him no chance. With a single bound, he leaped directly onto his horse's back, his left hand gripping the back of his neck, his right hand pressing the longsword to his throat.
The entire battlefield fell silent. The Jin soldiers watched their general being subdued by a god they had mocked as "short," their arrogance transformed into astonishment. The Nine Lands' divine generals stared wide-eyed before erupting in thunderous cheers.
Han Zhi's voice was as cold as ice, close to the Jin general's ear: "Now, do you still think height makes a difference?"
The skin on the general's neck was painful from the sword tip, cold sweat ran down his cheeks, and he couldn't even finish his words: "You, you dare..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Zhi exerted force with his left hand, and with a crisp "crack", the Jin general's neck was twisted and broken. Han Zhi casually pushed the corpse off the horse, and the body fell heavily to the ground, splashing a pool of blood.
The golden divine nature emerged and Han Zhi crushed it.
"The God of Weapons?" Han Zhi sneered, "No more than that."
His face still stained with the enemy's blood, he shouted to the Nine Lands army: "I know! Some of you accuse me of dictatorship, and some fear my iron fist. But at this moment, I am your god. I stand here not to ask you to fight for me, but to fight together for a common belief! In my name, the gods unite as one. For the Nine Lands, anyone who stands in my way will be ruthlessly crushed!"
When Han Zhi's roar exploded on the battlefield, the soldiers of Jiutu were stunned for a moment, and then burst into shouts louder than before.
A young soldier, spear in hand, took a half-step forward, his eyes reddened as he roared, "I will follow Your Highness into battle! Protect our lands!"
This sound was like lighting a fuse, and tens of thousands of divine soldiers responded in unison. The collision of spears and shields made a clanging sound, shaking the ground slightly.
Yes, it was clearly Jin Guo and Mu Sheng who ignored the iron laws of the continent and attacked them first!
They are right!
"The Jin army plundered our land, harmed our compatriots, and dared to treat us as ants!" someone shouted.
The soldiers of Jiutu rushed into the Jin army like a tide. The shouts, the collision of weapons, and the screams mixed together, shaking the sky and the earth to change color.
Han Zhi, clutching his bloodstained sword, turned and joined the charging crowd. His white armor stood out like a banner amid the fighting crowd. Every time he swung his sword, a Jin god fell to the ground. There were no unnecessary moves; each strike was a precise strike to the vital point.
A Jin soldier raised his sword and slashed at his back. The god next to him was quick-witted and pierced the soldier's chest with his spear, shouting, "Your Highness, be careful!"
However, the next second, his chest was pierced by other Jin soldiers.
Han Zhi looked back without saying anything. Things like this happened every day. He raised his hand and cut down the enemy in front of him as revenge.
The Jin army lost its general, but Jiutu had Han Zhi in charge, so they were quickly defeated. Just when everyone thought that the battle was won, a dark golden cloud suddenly came over the sky, and even the air seemed to be coated with a layer of cold and hard metallic luster.
The Golden God has arrived.
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