The Song emperor's ambition and dreams vanished with his death. He spent his entire life pursuing that supreme position, but ultimately met such an end.
Qi Guze felt no sadness or regret for the death of the Song Emperor. He simply stood there silently, as if deep in thought.
Looking around at the many other enemies, his eyes gleamed with determination as he scanned the still stubbornly resisting enemy troops of the Dark Moon Kingdom.
He took a deep breath and roared, "Charge! Take them down!"
The sound, like rolling thunder in spring, instantly echoed across the battlefield, igniting the fighting spirit and morale of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces.
The Ghost Doctor stood beside Qi Guze, his eyes revealing an unwavering belief in victory. He brandished his weapon, slashing fiercely at the enemy troops of the Underworld Moon Kingdom.
"Everyone, charge!"
"kill--!"
"Take over the Dark Moon Kingdom!"
Encouraged, the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces brandished their weapons and charged towards the enemy with overwhelming force.
On the battlefield, the clash of swords and the flash of blades created a magnificent spectacle. Every exchange of weapons was accompanied by sparks flying and deafening metallic clangs.
The shouts and screams of the soldiers mingled together, creating a unique melody on the battlefield. Although the enemy forces of the Dark Moon Kingdom put up a stubborn resistance, they gradually became overwhelmed by the overwhelming offensive of the three-nation allied forces, and signs of defeat became increasingly obvious.
In this fierce battle, the soldiers' bravery and wisdom were fully demonstrated. They not only possessed unwavering faith and tenacious fighting spirit, but also outstanding tactics and strategies. They sometimes launched concentrated attacks, sometimes dispersed operations, and sometimes outflanked the enemy, keeping them overwhelmed and exhausted.
Ultimately, through the combined efforts of the warriors, the allied forces of the three kingdoms achieved victory. They defeated the enemy army of the Dark Moon Kingdom, and although they paid a heavy price, it was all worthwhile. They wrote a legendary chapter in history with their blood and sweat, and will surely become heroes in people's hearts.
After the war, Qi Guze stood on the battlefield, gazing into the distance.
His eyes were filled with determination and confidence. He knew that this victory was just the beginning of their journey, and there was still much to be done in the future.
However, just as the allied forces of the three countries were cheering and thought they had achieved a complete victory, a new force suddenly joined the battlefield!
They wore strange masks, their identities shrouded in mystery, their motives unknown. Like ghosts, they emerged from the darkness, their target the territory of the Underworld Moon Kingdom. They carried a powerful threat, like an undercurrent about to engulf the entire battlefield.
A sharp glint flashed in Qi Guze's eyes. Standing on the high ground of the battlefield, his gaze swept across the surrounding battlefield like that of a hawk. Sensing the unusual nature of this power, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.
I never expected someone would try to play the game of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!
"kill--!"
"We absolutely cannot allow them to break through our defenses!"
He quickly adjusted his strategy, brandished his longsword, and let out a deafening roar.
The sound echoed across the battlefield, inspiring the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces. His personal guard followed closely behind, charging in perfect unison towards the enemies wearing strange masks. Every swing of the sword carried the force of a thunderbolt, and every charge terrified the enemy.
"Charge—!"
The Ghost Doctor reacted quickly, clutching a series of thin, poisonous needles in his hand, his eyes gleaming with cunning.
He swiftly used his poison and poisoned needles, launching them at the enemies wearing strange masks. The needles sliced through the air like lightning, striking their targets precisely. The enemies fell one after another, groaning in pain.
"Ah—! What is this?"
"It's incredibly toxic!"
"Our antidote pills didn't work!"
...
On the vast battlefield, Qi Guze was like a fierce storm, constantly slaying those enemies wearing strange masks.
His sword flashed, each swing accompanied by a scream, and enemies fell one after another beneath his blade. The stench of blood filled the air, and the dust on the battlefield was stained crimson with blood.
However, a hint of solemnity appeared in Qi Guze's eyes. He noticed that on the other side of the battlefield, there was an exceptionally powerful figure, like an insurmountable mountain.
That man seemed to be their leader; every time he made a move, he took the lives of many of his men.
Without further hesitation, Qi Guze rushed to the other side of the battlefield, determined to encircle and annihilate the enemy leader.
His steps were firm and powerful, as if each step was trampling on the dignity of the enemy. His eyes gleamed with a resolute light, as if he wanted to cut down all obstacles.
As Qi Guze approached the enemy leader, their eyes met in mid-air. It was a silent contest, a clash of wills.
The enemy leader's face was hidden behind a mask, but Qi Guze could sense the cunning and ruthlessness in his eyes.
Battle is about to break out!
Qi Guze's sword light clashed with the enemy leader's weapon in the air, each clash bursting with dazzling sparks, as if to ignite the entire battlefield.
The two figures intertwined in the air, like two dragons churning in the ocean.
However, just as Qi Guze was fully focused on fighting the enemy leader, a dangerous aura suddenly approached him.
He keenly sensed this and instinctively dodged to the side. A dark shadow swept past him; had he been a fraction slower, the attack would have succeeded.
Qi Guze's figure streaked across the battlefield like lightning, leaving a dazzling trail, and he had already returned to his own camp, temporarily escaping the threat of those enemies.
When he returned to his camp, he saw the allied forces of the three kingdoms locked in fierce combat with the enemy. Their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, each swing of their swords filled with power and determination. However, the enemy outnumbered them, and they seemed to be in a predicament.
Qi Guze didn't hesitate; he immediately joined the battle. His sword flashed across the battlefield once more, each swing claiming an enemy's life. His figure moved like a whirlwind, slaying across the entire battlefield.
Under his leadership, the allied forces of the three kingdoms gradually gained the upper hand. Their coordination became more seamless, and each attack was like a thunderbolt. The enemy began to retreat steadily, and their formation was gradually broken.
However, the enemy leader did not give up. He charged at Qi Guze again, attempting to defeat him and turn the tide of the battle.
The two fought again, and the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in their sword energy.
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