Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 152 Chapter 151: Ghost vs. Ghost
Eleven looked at the densely packed black-armored ghost soldiers in front of him, with only their skeletal feet stepping on the ground. He held a flag in his left hand and a rusty knife in his right hand, and walked towards him step by step.

Thousands of his comrades were buried on this land, but now he is the only one left.

No, he was the only ghost left.

Eleven raised his head. Compared with the tall ghost general riding a horse, he was short, not even as tall as Lin Beixuan, but an inexplicable aura gathered and rose from him.

Even though he was facing an enemy a thousand times larger than himself, he did not show the slightest sign of retreating or cowardice.

Anyway, I'm already a ghost, the worst that can happen is I die again!

Clang…

In an instant, the rusty knife was unsheathed, and the sharp blade and the iron scabbard made an echo.

The tall ghost general retracted his scythe and turned to look at Eleven, the soldier who had sealed him for decades.

There had been many soldiers in the Lu family army who were extremely powerful and had killed generals of past dynasties on the battlefield, but Eleven had never been among them.

From beginning to end, he was just a small soldier following behind the army.

He grew up in the army and served as a soldier all his life.

But who dares to say that the soldiers are not sharp?

Zuo Qiu Ge stared at the flag in Eleven's hand, as if he was lost in some memories. After a long silence, the general hidden under the scarlet armor finally spoke.

"Lu... Such an old word!" His voice was hoarse, like the rubbing of his larynx.

Lin Beixuan also looked at the flag with mixed feelings.

Eleven had experienced two battlefields in his memory, and he remembered the appearance of this flag deeply, because when the army charged, this flag was always by their side.

"You have preserved it in such good condition, I admire you very much."

"This is faith!" Eleven responded calmly.

Zuo Qiu Ge lowered his head, as if sighing, and the ghost horse under his crotch shook its head.

He originally belonged to Li Dynasty and was a general, but after his death, his feelings towards the court gradually faded, and the flag belonging to Li Dynasty had long since rotted away.

So when Eleven raised the flag belonging to Beizhen Prefecture, he, who had already lost his heart, suddenly wavered.

"Faith?" Zuo Qiu Ge murmured, "I admire your faith. If we were still alive, I might want to become your brothers. It's a pity that we are both dead."

Zuo Qiu Ge's tone suddenly turned cold as he spoke slowly: "However, I was trapped in the court without freedom during my lifetime, and after my death you trapped me for decades. Let's settle this account!"

As he finished speaking, countless ghost soldiers behind him drew their swords, and the shield soldiers stood in front, raising their spears.

"Soldiers, charge with me!"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The war drums beat, and Lin Beixuan seemed to have returned to the battlefield in Eleven's memory.

Zuoqiu Ge ignored him and rushed towards Eleven after his horse neighed.

There were flickering blue ghost lights in Eleven's eyes, and he stuck the battle flag into the ground. He looked behind him, and the shadows of his comrades seemed to be staring at him.

"kill!!!"

Eleven roared, holding the knife in both hands, and charged forward fearlessly.

……

Rumble…

The entire valley was shaking, and the weaker and unconscious ghosts on the periphery seemed to be drawn by the energy and began to float into the valley.

"It's started." Yang Jian looked at this scene and couldn't help but clench his fists.

The dog-skin Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, his dog skin constantly shrinking, and the festering parts were oozing yellowish and foul-smelling pus: "Ahem, call everyone here, we must take this opportunity to get rid of the evil soldiers of the Black Evil Valley, so that we will no longer be trapped in Wumeng Mountain in the future."

After the words fell, the dog-skin Taoist turned his head and looked at Yang Jian: "Are you ready to take this step?"

"I……"

Yang Jian lowered his head upon hearing this, but did not dare to respond. "You, alas! Just take it one step at a time!" Seeing this, the Taoist Dog Skin sighed.

rustling...

Yellow sand spread under his feet. The rusty knife drew a semicircle. The knife light flashed, and the thick yin energy gathered into a blade light and shot towards Zuo Qiu Ge.

The power of the monster was fully revealed at this moment. There was no fancy prelude, only an unreserved attack.

There are countless ways in the secular world, some are like Lu Jia who describes and depicts, some are like Shen Tingmiao who acts in person, each has his own way of doing things.

But only the soldiers in the army are different. They are different from the people in the market, and they are also different from those who follow orders. Since they join the army as soldiers, they need to give up those fancy ways and focus on the way of killing and fighting.

On the battlefield, the armies were fighting, and at this moment the life and death of everyone was involved in this giant mill. If they wanted to survive, they had to make the other side die as quickly as possible.

Eleven grew up in the army and all he learned was the ways of killing and fighting. Even though he was not very talented and was even a little dull, over the years he only knew how to chop horizontally and vertically.

However, when a certain action is practiced tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times, it can also be called a unique skill.

"Zheng..."

Zuo Qiu Ge's giant sickle was cut by the blade light, and the sharp aura on it was dissipated by the blade light. Zuo Qiu Ge's pupils suddenly contracted and his head dodged to the side.

Immediately afterwards, the blade light broke through the blockade of the giant sickle, brushed against Zuoqiu Ge's helmet, and flew towards the group of ghost soldiers behind him.

Countless ghost soldiers were cut in two by the sword light, and their bodies shattered into ghost mist.

Zuo Qiu Ge's eyes were shining with blood, and the ghost horse under his crotch rushed to Eleven at an extremely fast speed. The giant sickle was like a crescent moon, with blood plasma rolling on it, and it burst out with extremely astonishing power.

The yellow sand under Eleven's feet took root in the earth, and he swung the rusty knife from bottom to top, not retreating at all when facing Zuoqiu Ge.

The collision between the rusty knife and the giant sickle is also a struggle between monsters.

Both sides have been dead for decades, and even though they have finally turned into evil spirits, they are still fighting as if they were alive.

Behind Zuoqiu Ge, the Yin soldiers kept coming up and surrounded Eleven. They started to attack him with their swords and cut on his worn armor.

However, Eleven paid no attention to any of this, as his eyes were only focused on the enemy generals.

One is a soldier and the other is a general. Their identities are very different, but at this moment they are both monsters, so one is weaker than the other.

The sharp knives and spears condensed by Yin energy chopped at Eleven, but they could not cause much damage to him. However, as ants can kill elephants, Eleven relied on Yin energy to resist, which was not enough when facing Zuo Qiu Ge head-on.

But just when Eleven was attacked from both sides, a voice suddenly appeared behind him: "Brother, just charge ahead, I'll take care of the rest!"

The words engraved in memory reappeared, and time seemed to have returned to the battlefield decades ago.

Eleven slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Beixuan, who was covered in wounds, with blood constantly gushing out of his body.

He didn't know what to say.

It seems to be natural for comrades to help each other on the battlefield.

In an instant, sandstorms filled the sky, covering the dark clouds behind Zuo Qiu Ge.

Eleven had no more worries at all. Even if he died, he would take the other person with him.

Lin Beixuan knew that the battle between the monsters was not something he could interfere with, so he fought his way through the ghost soldiers and stood behind Eleven.

Since the other party came to rescue him, there was no reason for him to let the other party fight alone while he turned around and ran away.

He couldn't do it.

Lin Beixuan held the sharp knife horizontally, staring at the countless evil soldiers in front of him, and opened his mouth to reveal his bleeding teeth.

"A group of ghost soldiers from the old times, do you want to see what Huang Quan looks like?"

"So you, need help?"

"Just complete one of my conditions afterwards."

The Ghost Hall on his waist exuded an endless aura of disaster, and Li Tianqing's voice appeared in his ears.

"Yes." Lin Beixuan answered without hesitation with his eyes wide open.

(End of this chapter)