This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Just ten miles outside the imperial capital, the sky was clearly divided into two parts. One was a clear sky with bright sunshine, and the faint light of snow clouds sprinkled on the world, shining on the white tower at the highest point of the imperial capital, making this ivory-white and flawless tower look like a torch standing between heaven and earth. As long as it existed in this world for one second, fairness and justice would not perish; the other was like a city being destroyed, and lightning as thick as a bucket leaped and danced among the black clouds. After a brief silence, in an instant, thunder appeared in the sky and earth, and the column of light that penetrated the clouds and mud illuminated the entire wilderness shrouded in darkness. Only then did people see the most terrifying scene - the entire wilderness was covered with a legion of ghost skeletons!

The ghost skeleton was covered in iron armor, which was illuminated by lightning, emitting an endless aura of golden swords and desolateness. In those eye sockets like dark caves, there were two flames from hell. These flames were the soul fires condensed from the great aspirations of every skeleton soldier during his lifetime. Their belief in fighting for a future for the human race was still burning brightly even after thousands or tens of thousands of years!

A nation that does not respect heroes is a nation without hope and future.

So, what if one day, the heroes who were once highly praised in history books pointed their swords at you and your homeland?

No human has the courage to look directly into the soul fire in the heroes' eyes - because they only need to take one look to know how despicable, stubborn, and cowardly they are compared to these heroes!

They dedicated everything to the ideals of Dayi, including their own reincarnations for thousands of lifetimes.

Legend has it that during the last battle of the Great Bei Futian Army, a famous poem of unknown author was circulated - "The Song of Great Bei":

I forged a long sword with my bones and blood, and the evil gods and immortals died in the world. Why should I be afraid of having my soul taken away? My comrades sang loudly as they entered the burial pavilion!

After drinking from the green rice cup on the grave, I invite the bright moon to spend the rest of my life with me. I can travel around the world, with 100,000 soldiers in armor stepping on the mountains and rivers!

This poem has often been debated by cultural figures of all dynasties, and the discussion of the poem has long evolved from a literary aspect to an examination of historical materials.

Some people believe that this poem is a description of a collective funeral of the Futian Army, with the main purpose of praising sacrifice and the friendship between comrades. Others believe that the descriptive part of the poem is actually a real historical fact, and the author simply used the form of poetry to record the brutal deeds of the Futian Army.

As the progress of archaeological excavation in Da Bei continued to stagnate, the two views gradually evolved into the conservatives who believed that the Futian Army was dedicated to the people but was not strong enough to overturn the world, and the radicals who believed that the Futian Army was actually a cult gang that only used brainwashing and human sacrifice to achieve their evil goal of dominating the world.

Today, when all the people who like to get involved in trouble have died, the ancient Futian Army has actually resurrected from the Immortal Emperor's Tomb, and has even arrived at the city, pointing its sword at the imperial capital!

Facts have proved that both groups are correct.

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On the wall of the imperial capital, two people of different identities, ages, and levels were standing side by side at the outermost edge of the formation, looking at the ghost army not far away.

Lin Mu stood with his knife in his hand, the expression on his face was not good. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and dark under his eyes. The high-intensity battles in the past two months had kept him on edge for twelve hours, and he had to be on guard against attacks from this ghost army that had no sense of pain and no fear at all times.

But humans are still humans after all, and they are not as ignorant and unconscious as monsters. They can get tired and die. Therefore, this war, which has never been fair from the beginning, is doomed to fail in the end.

Lin Mu said to another person: "They have stopped their actions for two days. What is the reason?"

The other party just shook his head and said, "I only know that something big must have happened in the Futian Army that could affect the command of the entire army. Combined with the recent popularity of the Immortal Sect disciples, I suspect that it must be the Immortal Sect cultivators who carried out the decapitation operation."

"Don't the Immortal Sect... never get involved in worldly affairs? It seems that this time, the Futian Army has hit their weak spot!"

The person looked at Lin Mu with some surprise, wondering why this soldier who was temporarily pulled in to fill in the gaps was so excited. In her impression, this former soldier of the Qi family army named Lin Mu was just a vulgar man who was afraid of death and loved power and money.

She sneered and didn't answer. After a while, she was about to patrol other places on the city wall, but Lin Mu suddenly called her: "Master Candleholder... Oh no, I should call you Master of Ceremonies now... Master, can I ask you something..."

Si Li interrupted coldly: "No."

Lin Mu was very unwilling and shouted: "At least you have to tell me whether the general is still...alive!"

"do not know."

This time, no matter how much Lin Mu shouted, Si Li did not respond to him.

Lin Mu angrily punched the wall with his fist, and trickles of bright red blood slowly flowed down the wall.

He really wanted to...really wanted to...

Lin Mu looked at the skeleton army formation in the distance, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

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In troubled times, everyone is helpless and can only allow themselves to be swallowed or swept away by the huge waves.

In times of chaos, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame are destroyed, and principles and laws are broken.

The only thing left is the faith that is as strong as gold and cannot be shaken even by fire and forging!