Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 669 Kill!

boom!
The massive sword fell, sending bricks and wood chips flying, but something felt off.
Realizing that his sure-fire attack had missed, Qin Huai frowned slightly. He glanced around and spotted a blurry, distorted, transparent figure darting out from the ruins of the collapsed house. If it hadn't been raining, he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint it so quickly.

"Shifting sounds and changing shapes is just a trivial skill!"

With a heavy stomp of its jagged claws on the ground, Qin Huai moved with lightning speed, charging towards the transparent figure like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Without any further surprises, the Azure Seven Star Sword merely flicked and slashed, and the Six Yang Leader, gushing with hot blood, flew up amidst the rain.

Qin Huai glanced at the Taoist's corpse, which was gradually disappearing like a chameleon, and after looting all his belongings, he didn't even take the head before soaring into the sky and heading to the next location.

Flying high above, Qin Huai looked at the chaotic Xijing City before him. He could say that if there were eighteen hells, this was no better than this.

Those soldiers and spies leaping and bounding between rooftops never considered the common people. And rightly so, in this crazy world where no one knew if they would see the sun rise tomorrow, how could they possibly care?

These unarmed civilians were caught up in the conflict without warning, and the outcome seemed to be predetermined, regardless of what they did or didn't do.

Perhaps the reason is simply because you're blocking the way, and the next moment you'll be beheaded.

"It's utterly rotten. It seems that for the sake of power, the Great Western Kingdom, or the Southern Ming, the Great Shun, and the Northern Qing, all act the same way."

Just as Qin Huai was about to continue his search for the Southern Ming spy, a sudden, deafening roar erupted. The towering corner tower of the distant vermilion imperial city was ablaze with flames, like a giant torch replacing the missing moon in the sky, illuminating everything around it.

Puff puff puff~
The sound of the mechanical bird flapping its wings echoed through the air. Qin Huai's mind raced, and he stopped what he was doing. He pulled out a letter from a secret box in the bird's abdomen, which contained only four words: "Come to the palace immediately!"

'Is it related to the recent explosion?'

Despite his suspicions, Qin Huai did not hesitate for a moment. With a flap of his wings, he soared over the enormous Bagua formation that someone had set up in the air and headed towards the smoke-filled imperial city.

Just as they were about to reach the capital, Qin Huai, who had been gazing into the distance and gathering information, could see that a battle seemed to have broken out in the capital. Amidst the dense, beaded rain, people were occasionally thrown from mid-air and fell to their deaths.

Qin Huai slowed down and observed from a distance. He found that although the abilities and appearances of these people fighting were all different, it was clear that the people inside the palace were the Great Western Army, while those outside were secret agents and assassins.

These spies and assassins looked different and dressed differently, not much different from the recruits of the Killing Department. If it weren't for the fact that the eight elite battalions were completely organized and equipped the same, it would be really hard to tell them apart.

The spies and assassins were all carrying powerful firearms such as explosive packs, seemingly wanting to replicate their previous success and blast open the gates with their lives. However, there was a general in the army formation who wielded a bow. His fingers moved swiftly, the string twanging and tearing silk. One after another, incredibly accurate arrows shot out like shooting stars, pinning them to the ground.

Faced with the tense situation in the distance, Qin Huai had no intention of helping; he was searching for Wei Xiaolian's whereabouts.

Among those fighting at the gates of the imperial city, there were no soldiers sent to command; only the elite soldiers led by the strategist of the Western Kingdom were putting up a fierce resistance. Among them were some burly men wearing iron masks and full black armor who fought alongside them.

While Qin Huai was silently observing, the tightly closed gates of the imperial city suddenly opened, and a soldier wearing a helmet emerged from inside, waving vigorously towards the outside.

The spies outside spotted an opening and rushed in, throwing the battle into chaos.

"A spy? To be able to infiltrate the Great Western Imperial Palace as an inside agent, I wonder which force has placed such a heavy bet."

Qin Huai pondered for a moment, then spread his wings again. With a "whoosh," the surrounding raindrops were shattered into a misty spray. He flew directly over the city gate tower and, using his keen senses, found the main hall with the strongest smell of blood among the winding buildings.

Looking at the steps still flowing with blood and the countless messy bloody footprints, Qin Huai was about to make a move when his keen senses detected the chanting and the sound of metal clashing inside the hall.

Just to be on the safe side, Qin Huai, who had learned his lesson from his previous encounters with demonic possession, drank a large mouthful of spring water and put on the fierce head mask before entering the hall, where the view suddenly opened up before him.

What appeared before Qin Huai at this moment was hard to describe as a closed space; it was more like a door, or a spatial rift that had expanded to an extreme extent.

"An alternate history? There's a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood right across from us? The ceremony has been brought forward?!"

It's no wonder Qin Huai thought this way, because the scene on the other side of the rift was truly magnificent: boundless blood-red thickened into black clouds, pressing down on the city as if to crush it; banner after banner stood upright in the sky; countless scarlet armors surged like mountains and seas, exuding a murderous aura; the sky was dark; the land was scorched earth; and there was a gloomy and desolate atmosphere.

And hanging in the extremely low blood-red clouds in the sky was a Buddha relic, and the hole in the center of the relic, which resembled a vertical pupil, emitted thousands of bright and dazzling golden rays of light.

"That's Ksitigarbha? That's part of Ksitigarbha's body!"

Qin Huai looked up, utterly awestruck by the Buddha's bone relics in the air. He recalled the Divine Bone Relic he had seen in the Snake City Dream, whose entire body was composed of countless such Buddha bone relics!
The blood-armored army was filled with a murderous aura. Zhang Xianzhong was protected by four generals, including Li Dingguo, who had met Qin Huai once before. Five large cowhide tents were arranged in formation, and countless scarlet armors that seemed to float in mid-air continuously rushed out of the tents, replacing the weapons of the brave soldiers that had been broken due to the exposure to the bright light.

Behind those five large tents, there was a gigantic hand covered in scarlet, and above that was a huge arm covered in tiger-head arm guards, reaching straight into the sky, making it impossible to see the full shape of this giant shadow.

As the momentum of the Great Western Army formation fluctuated, the light emanating from the Buddha relic also sometimes intensified and sometimes weakened, and it clashed with the ever-lowering blood clouds.

Now, witnessing it up close, Qin Huai discovered that the Buddha's relic, which resembled a vertical pupil, also possessed emotions, albeit very complex ones, creating a suffocating chaos.

Chaos shouldn't be seen with the eyes, but Qin Huai was absolutely certain that what he was seeing was part of the chaos.

"Isn't the nature of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva 'eternal'? How come if you take one out of context, it becomes so chaotic?"

A strange chanting sound emanated from the Buddha's relic, and Qin Huai felt a sharp pain in his ears as hot liquid flowed down his cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, he saw many inexplicable hallucinations, which seemed to be signs that the demonic infection was about to take effect.

Qin Huai quickly swallowed a small mouthful of spring water and shifted his gaze away, only to discover that many soldiers in the army formation had already died suddenly, covering their ears.

"They want to use Si Chen's remains to interrupt this ascension? Is this a conspiracy by the other three kingdoms, or is it Si Chen's doing behind their backs?"

Qin Huai endured the pain, controlling his muscles and skin to shrink his ear canals to their smallest size, and looked at the ground in front of him, where a huge, towering forest of corpses stood. Countless ghastly white bones extended branches from the fleshy tree trunks, and some tiny figures were fighting in this forest of corpses. Wei Xiaolian, who was familiar with Qin Huai, was among them.

"No, there must be a reason why Yu Gongcao summoned me here. I need to find out the reason!"

As Qin Huai stepped into the crevice, a surge of desire to unleash carnage and destroy everything in sight filled his heart.

"Is this... Si Chen's influence?"

Qin Huai gripped the greatsword tightly, the hilt creaking under his fingers, and rushed towards the forest of corpses.
As Qin Huai drew closer, everything in the distance became clearer. The tree trunks made of piled-up flesh were not inanimate objects, but rather writhing stumps of flesh and blood, or rather, weapon racks.

Yes, weapon rack.

Those jagged, pale bones weren't branches at all, but weapons that had grown out of nowhere!
But beneath the fleshy pulp that seemed to be alive, they were gradually devoured, like limestone corroded by strong acid, and in an instant, half of them were gone.

The fleshy pulp that had devoured the bone weapons twisted and wriggled, and even though it was pierced all over by sharp weapons, it did not diminish in the slightest, but instead slowly, steadily, and unstoppably expanded and grew stronger.

Amidst these mutilated bones and corpses, a solemn and majestic terrace was built. Qin Huai saw Sa Shi, Yu Gong Cao, and several other high-ranking officers with gold badges hanging from their waists.

They formed a circle with perfect understanding, protecting the scarlet figure inside who was beating drums and singing and dancing.

"Damn, they've practically knocked the dog's brains out, and it's still dancing."

Although he could guess that this heavily protected sacrificial dance was important, Qin Huai still couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks to ease his tense nerves.

Swish!
With a swift stroke, Qin Huai killed the masked man who had been secretly shooting arrows at Wei Xiaolian from behind. He then asked the man, who was now wielding a ribbon like a whip, "Brother Wei, what did the clerk call me here for?"

"You wanted to see the bloodshed, right? This is it. Once you go up there, the old fisherman will give you his instructions!"

Wei Xiaolian flicked his sleeve and struck out, sending a tall, muscular martial monk, whose body seemed to be painted with gold, flying up like a ball and crashing into a tree of corpses.

"Then be careful, these assassins came on strong, they probably have more tricks up their sleeves!"

After saying that, Qin Huai flapped his bone wings and, despite the increasingly intense eerie sounds and immense pressure, flew towards the high rooftop.

At the edge of the rooftop, a group of elite assassins clad in black helmets and armor, with barbed iron chains around their feet, descended repeatedly, wielding crescent-shaped scythes to block the climbers.

"All troublemakers, ascend five hundred feet!"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Huai caught a glimpse of a rather refined-looking scholar who exploded into a cloud of blood mist. In his place, the figures of the spies and assassins suddenly rose higher!
Gunfire erupted like thunder. The assassins seized this hard-won opportunity, grabbing the steel cables, drawing their pistols, and firing at the black-armored killers who were within arm's reach.

Just as the two sides were locked in a chaotic battle, the Great Western King, who was in the middle of the army formation, finally spoke.

"You're still not satisfied? Do you really think I didn't expect you to come and cause trouble? You probably still think the day of bloodshed is two days from now? You think that starting it early will ruin my ascension? Wishful thinking!"

The majestic, cold voice resonated in the hearts of everyone present, stirring varying degrees of fear within each person. Some of the less composed soldiers began to look towards the massive rift, seemingly contemplating fleeing.

Upon hearing this, the secret agents remained as silent as iron. While the Buddha's relics were still holding back the Great Western Army, they desperately tried to rush onto the high platform and disrupt the sacrificial dance.

"Hmph, Great Western King, do you think you're the only one who knows how to use a tactic against someone else?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Qin Huai, who had reached the top of the rooftop, looked in the direction of the voice and saw a death warrior wearing a black veil suddenly reach out and grab his hair bun, forcefully tearing off his own head!
That wasn't the end of it. As the head was tossed high into the air, five other people followed suit, sacrificing their own limbs and torsos!

In the next instant, the six pieces of flesh and bone came together and actually pieced together a human figure!
"Neither born nor dying, transcending the three realms. Boundless in body, I never imagined you would use such a despicable method to smuggle yourself into the Asura Chronicles!"

On the rooftop, Yu Gongcao, carrying a huge iron pen, had a very solemn expression. He had gone through all sorts of hardships to attract the attention of Sichen, in order to prevent other Sichen Saints from entering Xijing to cause trouble, avoid them interfering with Zhang Xianzhong's ascension, and keep the situation as controllable as possible.

Unexpectedly, despite all the planning, they were still outmaneuvered by the so-called "Boundless Venerable" who claimed to possess immeasurable wisdom.

If this boundless body is allowed to act recklessly, the fragile balance in the arena will be immediately shattered. Even if the blood transfusion is successful, the price paid will be extremely heavy.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

"Qin Wu, summon Ba Hui!"

Upon hearing this, Ti Wuliang's pupils instantly shrank to an extreme size: "Impossible! There hasn't been a new saint in Serpent City for a thousand years. The suffering in this world has accumulated to the point that even King Yu couldn't bear it. How could a mortal endure the pain of ascending the steps and remain untainted by demonic corruption, sinking into madness?!"

Just as Qin Huai was about to combine his senses and enter a state of heightened perception to summon Ba Hui, the Buddha relic in the air suddenly changed. Its pupils instantly became two, and the thousands of rays of light it emitted faintly coalesced into the shape of a beast.

Faced with Yu Gongcao's bluff, Ti Wuliang's side, though unsure of its veracity, clearly did not want to see any unexpected events occur, and immediately began to take action.

The strange chanting in Qin Huai's ears suddenly grew much louder and began to split into several terrifying roars and murmurs.

The fusion of his senses made his hearing hundreds or thousands of times more acute, causing his ears to explode and shatter. His brain also began to boil, with veins bulging from his forehead and his facial features seemingly melting.

pain!
It hurts!

It's a sharp pain!
Accompanied by intense pain, Qin Huai felt all his senses begin to merge again, merging into a peculiar perception that allowed him to sense the presence of the Ba Hui.

(End of this chapter)