latelenovela Chapter 215 The living flee, the evil spirits are vanquished!
Chapter 215 The living flee, the evil spirits are vanquished!
The north wind from the main peak of Kunlun Mountain whipped up a flurry of snowflakes, which then lashed against the jade-green chessboard-like surface at the edge of the cliff.
Gu Qing sat cross-legged, holding a black chess piece between his fingertips, and gently placed it down.
As the piece was placed, deep within his retina, the golden light representing the souls of 100,000 Chinese heroes completely pierced through the barrier of the real dimension, transforming into a vast rain of light that poured down upon Fengdu Ghost City, the deepest part of the underworld.
[System notification: 100,000 low-level ghost soldiers have been loaded onto the Command Platform.]
Gu Qing stopped looking at the chessboard; her eyes, swirling with the Tai Chi symbol, pierced straight through the netherworld. Zhao Feng's blade was finished; now, it was time to see its first sharp edge slash across the mortal realm.
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The underworld, Fengdu Ghost City.
Zhao Feng, dressed in the purple-black robes of the City God and with the Yama's Decree, representing supreme authority, hanging at his waist, stood silently on the massive command platform made of piled-up white bones, like an ancient demon god. Hongzhuang, holding a dark red longsword, stood guard beside him like a cold, blood-red shadow, never leaving his side.
Just seconds ago, the entire Fengdu Ghost City suddenly began to tremble violently.
Below the command platform, on the pitch-black plaza large enough to hold millions, blinding golden cracks appeared without warning. Pure, fierce, and even imbued with a strong aura of iron-blooded killing intent, the primordial yellow light of merit erupted from the depths of the earth like a volcanic eruption!
Countless translucent souls, accompanied by golden light, slowly coalesced and took shape in the square.
One, ten, a hundred, ten thousand!
A full 100,000 souls!
These 100,000 souls were completely different from the other evil spirits who lingered in the mortal realm out of resentment, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions. Their eyes were clear and resolute, without the slightest trace of confusion or madness.
Some of them wore tattered tactical uniforms from Bureau 749, with horrific bloody holes torn open in their chests by mutated monsters; others wore uniforms of armed police and soldiers, their bodies charred black from the impact of psionic bombs; still others were young people wearing the robes of Kunlun outer disciples, their hands still firmly gripping swords even in death.
They were all Chinese heroes who died tragically on the front lines since the revival of spiritual energy, in order to cover the retreat of civilians and to fight against void monsters and demonic beasts!
As the 100,000 heroic spirits gradually awoke from the daze of teleportation and saw the imposing figure standing on the command platform, the entire square fell into a deathly silence.
Then, someone, in a trembling yet excited voice, uttered the first sentence:
"We're not dead? No, we're dead..."
Looking down at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, at those young subordinates who had bravely faced death at his command, some even losing their bodies without a complete remains.
The City God's image that Zhao Feng had just formed trembled violently.
He took a deep breath of the frigid air of the underworld and raised the Yama's Decree at his waist high. His iron-blooded aura, that of an old-school soldier and a peerless warrior, erupted completely and without reservation at that moment!
"Quiet!!!"
A thunderous roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying the supreme pressure of the City God and Yama, instantly drowned out all the noise in the square.
The 100,000 heroes stood at attention almost reflexively, straightening their backs, as if they had returned to the battlefield filled with gunfire, to the era when they dared to charge towards death whenever Zhao Feng gave the order.
Zhao Feng surveyed the army, which seemed to have crawled out of hell, from his high vantage point, his voice both impassioned and tragic:
"Brothers! We are truly dead! We will never see the world of the living again!"
"But! The battle in the mortal realm is over, but the battle in the underworld has only just begun!"
Zhao Feng suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the endless void above his head, as if it could pierce through the barriers of the underworld and see the Yin realms raging in the mortal world:
"Now, Yin and Yang are in chaos! Countless unkillable vengeful ghosts have taken over our city, hiding in the shadows, harming our compatriots and loved ones whom we risked our lives to protect! The bullets of the living cannot hit them, and the swords of the living cannot kill them!"
"Therefore, out of pity for all living beings, the Dao Lord built us a military camp for the dead here—the Netherworld!"
"I, Zhao Feng, have been specially granted the authority of Yama by the Dao Lord! I ask you, if a living person's blade cannot kill a ghost, what about a dead person's blade?!"
"I ask you now, are you willing to wear the uniforms of these underworld soldiers? Are you willing to take these chains that snatch souls and claim lives?"
"Those who wish to rest in peace may now go to the Bridge of Helplessness at the rear to wash away their memories and be reincarnated! Those whose military spirit has not yet been extinguished may follow me as underworld messengers, charge back to the mortal realm, and annihilate all demons and monsters!!!"
After a brief period of deathly silence.
It was a frenzied outburst that could change the very fabric of the world and make even ghosts and gods flee!
"I'm willing to follow Yama, the King of Hell, and fight my way back to the mortal realm!!!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"
The roars of 100,000 heroic souls converged into an extremely terrifying sonic boom, causing the walls of Fengdu Ghost City to tremble.
Along with the burning passion and unwavering determination within them, the laws of the underworld sensed this pure and utterly protective intent.
"Boom—"
A torrent of purplish-black light poured down, instantly transforming the tattered clothes of the 100,000 heroic souls into jet-black, inscribed hellish armor; in their hands, long spears burning with nether flames and rattling soul-locking chains materialized out of thin air.
A legion of 100,000 Yin soldiers, belonging to the underworld, absolutely obedient, and naturally able to subdue all evil, has been formed!
Looking down at the well-disciplined and menacing Netherworld Iron Army, Zhao Feng suddenly drew the Yama Iron Token from his waist and pointed it straight at the sky.
"Target: The Yin Region of the Third Hospital of Jiangnan City!"
"All troops, follow me into battle!"
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At this moment in the mortal realm, outside the Third People's Hospital of Jiangnan City.
Three hours had passed since the military commando team withdrew. The "multifaceted flesh mountain stitched together" forcibly pieced together from thousands of remnant souls had completely absorbed the yin energy in the ruins. Its size had swelled to over ten meters tall, and it was like a moving mountain of corpses, slowly moving towards the military blockade outside the hospital gate.
The surrounding temperature had dropped to minus 140 degrees Celsius, and even the tracks of the armored vehicles were frozen into brittle iron.
The cultivators from the Jiangnan branch stared at the monster with pale faces. They knew that if this source of the stench and deathly aura were allowed to roam the streets, the entire Jiangnan city would become a no-go zone for the living.
"It's coming out... Prepare for a final stand." A mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator closed his eyes in despair. Physical exorcism was ineffective, and magical attacks would only make it stronger. Humans were like lambs to the slaughter in front of this monster.
Just as everyone was preparing to fight to the death.
"Splash... splash..."
A series of extremely crisp, yet soul-chilling clanging sounds of iron chains suddenly rang out in the night sky.
The sound wasn't loud, but it eerily pierced through the deafening roar of the stitched monster, clearly reaching the ears of every living and dead person present.
Immediately afterwards, the once arrogant and slowly advancing mountain of flesh suddenly froze, like a stray dog encountering its natural enemy. The hundreds and thousands of distorted human faces on its body simultaneously revealed expressions of extreme terror and emitted piercing screams!
"What's going on?!" The military police stared in astonishment.
In front of the monster, an extremely dense black mist suddenly billowed up in the void.
Deep within the black mist, the phantom of a bronze city gate, hundreds of feet tall and exuding an aura of suppressing eternity, slowly emerged.
Three large, blood-red characters were inscribed on the city gate: Gate of Hell!
"boom--"
The gates of hell have opened wide.
Two rows of ghostly soldiers, clad in jet-black iron armor and wielding ghostly halberds and soul-locking chains, stepped out from the massive bronze gate with perfectly synchronized and silent steps.
That terrifying Yin law, belonging to the righteous gods of the underworld and specifically designed to subdue all evil, instantly crushed the entire area as if it were a tangible force. The previously arrogant and domineering Yin mist melted and collapsed like ice and snow before this army!
One hundred thousand ghostly soldiers stood in two rows, silent and still, yet the world seemed to change color.
At the end of the ghostly army, a majestic figure dressed in a purple-black City God's official robe and with a Yama's Decree hanging at his waist slowly walked out of the Gates of Hell, accompanied by a red-clad sword spirit.
Zhao Feng glanced coldly at the trembling, stitched-up mountain of flesh. He didn't use any magic; he simply hurled the Soul-Binding Rope in his hand.
That seemingly ordinary iron chain swelled in the wind, like a black lightning bolt, instantly piercing through the stitched monster that even a thermobaric bomb couldn't kill, and firmly locking away all the remnants of its soul essence!
"Investigating cases in the underworld."
Zhao Feng's voice, imbued with supreme divine power, resounded throughout the night sky of Jiangnan City:
"The living shall shun, and the evil spirits shall be vanquished!"