The immortal is beside me

Chapter 129 His True Name: The Last Emperor
The commander-in-chief was startled when he heard the words. He looked up and saw patches of inspiration clearly visible under the sky, and he could see the continuous enemy figures in the spiritual light.

They attacked again. Compared to the previous waves, this time the monks came in greater numbers and with greater momentum, like a raging river.

Why did the other side suddenly increase the manpower targeting this place?
A bold guess flashed through his mind, and the commander-in-chief slowly turned his head and looked at the man in a red Taoist robe beside him.

The previous attacks, while fierce, were still within normal limits. However, after the Fire Saint arrived, the enemy suddenly intensified their offensive against this area, even resorting to mobilizing monks from other directions.
There are clearly strategic-level and sect-level masters stationed on several other lines of defense, so why is it here?

Is it possible?
"Something's not right. This could be a trap."

The commander-in-chief gripped the monitor tightly in his hand and turned to the Fire Saint beside him and said, "Fire Saint, there's something unusual about their route of action. They might be coming specifically for you. You..."

He got stuck mid-sentence. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Maybe this really is a prepared trap. But what can they do?
The enemy suddenly gathered, and with the number of their manpower and the faith behind them, only the strategic-level ones could suppress this situation. However, the other strategic-level ones are now distributed across various defense lines and are difficult to mobilize. Even if they can be mobilized, it will take at least ten minutes. War is like putting out a fire, and ten minutes can decide many things.

He looked at the Fire Saint before him, whose expression remained calm, clearly aware of this. After a long pause, he suddenly spoke.

"Issue the order now. Have everyone form a defensive formation and hold the rear."

The next second after these words were spoken, a surge of heat surged up from his side, and the man in red turned into flames, leaping straight into the air.

A few breaths later, with the position where he jumped as the center, the sky above his head became bright, and the dome in the middle of the night became like the evening under the setting sun, as if it was completely on fire.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the man in the air raised his hand slightly, and the spear in his hand transformed into countless phantoms, ignited by the flames and transformed into countless burning meteors. With a flick of his finger, the burning meteors streaked across the sky like rain, and fell to the ground, splashing streaks of gunpowder that rose into the clouds.

The orange-red glow of the flames reflected in the eyes of the people on the ground, making their pupils seem to burn. In this 21st century sky, they seemed to see the emperor descend from a hundred years ago.

The commander-in-chief let out a sigh, as if to let go of his doubts and the depression in his chest.

Although his status was nominally on par with that of a strategic-level commander, he clearly had no power to interfere with the actions of such a powerful being. As the battle resumed, he stared at the monitor in his hand, one hand supporting his earpiece as he activated the full-channel communication.

Infinite electricity transmitted the order to the ears of everyone in the base. Thousands of monks and tens of thousands of specialists deployed in formation at the defense line. Spiritual light and artillery fire followed the flames into the air, sweeping towards the opposite side with overwhelming force. Mud, sand and corpses flew everywhere they went, and the momentum was like a crushing force.

Above the huge waves of the human sea is a blazing meteor shower.

The commander-in-chief stared at the monitor screen in his hand, looking at the red dots representing the enemy.

Those dots were like ants slowly crawling forward. Every time a "shooting star" fell from the sky, the red dots suddenly disappeared. Before the might of the Fire Saint, the iron cavalry, helpless even against tactical missiles, were like ants being burned.

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The commander-in-chief stared at the picture on the satellite monitor, frowning slightly.

The battlefield in front of him was chaotic and turbulent, but in the satellite image, all the chaos was simplified into the most common points and lines, so he could see clearly the enemy's deployment this time.

Different from the frontal charge that they had always insisted on before, this time the enemy surrounded them from all directions. To be more precise, they formed a strangely shaped encirclement with the Fire Saint in the air as the center, which looked like a flower?

To be precise, it looks like a peach blossom.

An inexplicable feeling of unease rose in his heart. The commander-in-chief held the headphones and was about to say something, but the sound of breaking air in his ears suddenly stopped.

To be precise, the meteors streaking across the sky stopped.

The burning flames transformed into reality, returning to the Fire Saint's hands as a spear. He stepped among the flaming clouds and looked down, his eyes reflecting the illusory "flowers."

Standing at his height, he could naturally see the abnormality of the enemy. In the memory of hundreds of years, these people of Changshengtian who used "conquest" as their banner would never use such a circuitous formation.
The Fire Saint lowered his eyes and glanced at the white smoke rising from the ground. It was the remnants of the enemy he had just burned.

At this moment, tiny glimmers of light were floating among the ashes, like petals swirling up, gathering towards him and colliding with the spear in his hand. The seemingly fragile petals actually penetrated the sharp wind from the spear and floated around him in a strange formation.

A flash of surprise flashed across the Fire Saint's eyes. A faint floral scent filled the air, and petals drifted before his eyes. The scene before him suddenly became blurry, as if immersed in water, even the colors became a blur.

This is definitely not a method used by Changshengtian.

The hand holding the gun tightened slightly, and the Fire Saint narrowed his eyes, staring quietly at the scene in front of him.

Many years ago, someone once warned him that the more unusual the situation, the more he should focus his mind on himself and hold on to the part that belongs to him.

Now he still remembers these words and follows them.

As he stared, the scene in front of him was hazy and intertwined. When the colors in front of him finally stabilized, what surrounded him was no longer burning clouds, but bursts of pink flower rain. Behind the rain of petals, the fields and houses in the distance were looming.

spiritual space.

He saw through the essence of this place at a glance, but at the same time, something else also came into his sight.

Several figures were standing in the rain of flowers. They were wearing simple cloth clothes. There were men and women, old and young, but the strange thing was that the expression on everyone's face was highly unified, as if they all shared the same soul.

Those people stared at him silently. After a while, the man in plain clothes standing in the front raised the corner of his mouth and actually showed a slight smile.

"You bear the karmic legacy of him. Indeed, you are also a part of the historical dislocation."

The Fire Saint's pupils flickered imperceptibly, not only because of the other party's words, but also because of the pairs of eyes staring at him.

The moment he looked into their eyes, he clearly felt the fluctuation of cause and effect. The change was so drastic that even though he was not a practitioner of Yi Shu, he could still perceive it clearly.

Are these the people who wanted to find him because of the causal changes he had felt before?

As his mind raced, the crowd in front of him suddenly spoke again.

"Your thoughts are biased. I'm not looking for you, but only the cause and effect he left behind."

The voice was still calm, but this time it was another woman who spoke. There was a strange magic in her conversation, as if she could see through everything in her mind.

"In 'real history,' in a time before he interfered, you should have died eight hundred years ago, in the sea beneath Yashan Mountain."

"But now you are affected by his karma, so you have survived and have lived until now." The white-haired old man slowly raised his head and uttered a hoarse voice from his throat, "Am I right, Zhao Bing?"

The falling flower rain suddenly became dense, and countless noisy sounds poured into my ears. Although what I saw before my eyes was a peaceful pastoral scene, in an instant it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping from afar, and the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves hit my head directly, as if it was going to penetrate into my memory.

A silver bell-like laugh rang out, and the child holding the windmill raised his face. In those clear eyes, he saw his own shadow, but it was not a man in Taoist robes, but a child wrapped in a dragon robe.

"Or perhaps, should I call you the Last Emperor of Song?"

(End of this chapter)