With cannon fodder, become the best in the world

After saying so much, he is still unwilling to admit his mistakes.

Wangshu looked at him with disappointment: "Jiang Yubai, you are simply stubborn!"

Jiang Yubai lowered his head and wanted to say something. He moved his lips a few times, but saw that Wangshu had turned and left, leaving him with only a stern back.

He Guang walked over with a very solemn expression. He looked at Zhou Yun, then at Wang Shu, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Zhou Yun's eyes darkened, he stepped forward to meet He Guang's eyes, and said, "Where's my father?"

He Guang said in a deep voice: "The crack is getting bigger and bigger. The general led the remaining soldiers to set up a formation and temporarily sealed the crack."

Zhou Yun led a horse out, and Jimo Yanzhou stopped her, "Xiao Yun'er, what are you doing?"

Zhou Yun held a black iron tiger talisman in her hand and said, "My father suddenly handed this to me this morning and asked me to defend the city well." She didn't realize anything at that time. Zhou Chaoshu, as usual, accompanied her to finish the meal calmly and led the soldiers out of the city to kill the evil.

Wangshu held Zhou Yun's hand and said, "Ayun, your uncle knows that he can't come back today, so he told you to take the remaining soldiers and the surviving civilians and retreat to Manyue City. Now Shuofang City is being eroded by evil spirits, and we can't stay here any longer."

Zhou Yun felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart, and it was difficult for her to breathe. Even though she knew that this was just a secret place created by her obsession and was fake, the pain of losing her loved ones again was really unbearable.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she clenched the tiger talisman in her hand. Her voice was clear and transparent, as if it penetrated the clouds: "Gather the troops, protect the people, take all the survivors in the city, and retreat to Full Moon City."

Jimo Yanzhou saw Zhou Yun calmly directing the scene. Although he did not have much empathy, he looked at Zhou Yun with great concern. He only saw Zhou Yun pursing her lips tightly, with no emotion in her eyes, but he felt as if her whole body was surrounded by cold ice spikes. Even he felt a huge heartache spreading.

Jimo Yanzhou stepped forward and tried to put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. Zhou Yun raised her eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed in them.

Jimo Yanzhou took a deep breath and said, "Your father told me that he wanted me to take care of you in the future."

Shuofang defender Zhou Chaoshu used his own soul as a guide to forcibly suppress the evil army at the Kurumu Ridge outside the city, but he could not hold out for long and had to find a better way. Even if the evil was suppressed, large tracts of land in the wilderness had already been eroded by the evil spirit, and there was less and less land for the people to live in. Sooner or later, the world would be destroyed.

After returning to Manyue City, Wangshu suddenly received an urgent report from the Imperial City.

After Zhou Yun ordered his soldiers to settle the surviving civilians, he found some monster bones and set up a defensive formation outside the city.

Those people were more or less infected with evil spirits, and their faces looked extremely ugly. In addition, they were starving, so their faces looked particularly ugly.

Even if some of them are still alive, they will not live for long. Many people have fallen to the ground and never woke up again as soon as they arrived in Manyue City. Jimo Yanzhou saw the people with purple faces and gradually dull eyes, and said to the system: Is there any way to save them?

System: I have no solution, but you can try.

Jimo Yanzhou had a look of resentment on his face: You are the system, you can't do anything? What can I do?

System: Jimo family's unique skill, the Sanskrit sound technique, includes the Supreme Sanskrit sound healing technique for purifying evil spirits. Although you are only at the third level of the Phoenix Realm, you can still alleviate the pain of the evil spirit eroding your body.

Jimo Yanzhou tried hard to recall his family's unique skills, but couldn't remember them for a long time. Seeing Zhou Yun looking at him, the girl's clear eyes made him suddenly have an urge to show off. He didn't know Jimo family's Shangshan Sanskrit sound healing technique, but he knew other skills, such as Zhaonan Caifanqu.

Soft notes were played slowly from his jade flute, as if a gentle little hand was soothing the depression in people's hearts bit by bit. The people with painful faces gradually relaxed their expressions after hearing the sound.

Jimo Yanzhou was obviously very surprised. He didn't expect that those ancient songs could actually be used to dispel the evil spirits from the people.

For several days, Jimo Yanzhou found that the Sanskrit sound technique seemed to be effective. Although the effect was low, it did reduce the death rate of the people who were eroded by the evil spirit. He thought that perhaps it was because his cultivation level was too low, so the treatment effect was not good. It seemed that he had to absorb more spiritual power and work hard to improve his cultivation.

A sharp-eyed citizen suddenly pointed at Jimo Yanzhou and said, "Look, he is the Lord God of War!"

The rest of the people also gradually reacted, and they bowed deeply to Jimo Yanzhou, shouting that the God of War had finally come to save them.

Jimo Yanzhou looked confused. When did I become a god of war? Did they recognize the wrong person?

He was about to clarify when he heard a clear voice behind him.

"Yes, he is the God of War!" Zhou Yun, wearing a green dress, walked over and threw a stack of talismans in her hand into the air. Each talisman fell in front of the people. The girl's voice was clear and bright, with a bit of majesty: "If you still have the strength, you can take this talisman to the temple to pray. The God of War will gain more power of faith and will be more powerful to help you drive away the evil spirits."

Jimo Yanzhou suddenly shut up. Forget it. When you are out, you give yourself an identity. His identity was given by Xiao Yuner. Xiao Yuner said he was the God of War, so he was the God of War.

Xiao Yuner said he was the God of Plague, and he admitted it, huh? Bah, he was not the God of Plague, at most he just had a little bit worse luck.

System: You know what, your cultivation seems to have improved recently.

Jimo Yanzhou: You said Lin Bufan got the divine blessing here, what is it exactly? Where is he now? Should we grab his opportunity before he gets the divine blessing?

The system said disdainfully: You are trying to snatch the opportunity of the hero you wrote. Do you think it is possible? That opportunity belongs to the hero.

Jimo Yanzhou: Can't you grab anything at all? I am the plot creator, and that adventure does not belong to Lin Bufan.

System: Unless there is someone with the same luck as him to snatch it, it is not impossible, anyway, this person is definitely not you. I advise you not to be wishful thinking, all opportunities belong to the male protagonist.

Jimo Yanzhou: I found that my luck is not so bad recently. Maybe I can grab that adventure.

For the first time, Jimo Yanzhou resolutely resisted the plot and the hero's ideas. He had been timid and cautious dozens of times before, but he still died. But this time was different. This time he had someone to protect. He had to resist.

The system said: Although your idea is unrealistic and a little dangerous, as long as you are happy.