On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Deep in the West Mountain, the Fenlei Division camp.

The cold wind blew up the snow foam on the ground, whipping the fences and tents in the camp, making crackling sounds.

The night was as dark as ink, with lead-gray clouds hanging low, completely swallowing up the moonlight. Only the flickering light of torches in the camp cast uneasy halos in the boundless darkness.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur, saltpeter and burnt things, mixed with the biting mountain breeze, adding a sense of solemnity and oppression.

At the entrance to the stone chamber, the huge stone door has been closed again.

Mao Mengji stood in front of the door like a ghost. The scar on his face looked like a wriggling centipede in the light of the torch. His eyes were as sinister as an eagle, scanning every inch of shadow around him.

Dozens of elite Jinwu Guards in heavy armor, armed with powerful crossbows and long swords, formed a fan-shaped guard around the stone gate. Their cold armor glowed dimly in the firelight, like a silent steel barrier.

The atmosphere was as heavy as the silence before a storm.

Chu Xiling stood in the temporary command tent in the center of the camp, her indigo work clothes covered with stone chips and dust.

There was a hint of fatigue on her cold face, but her eyes were extremely focused and sharp. She was directing several craftsmen from the Thunder Burning Division to carefully handle the rubbing of the "Sacred Fire Origin Diagram" that had just been copied from the stone wall.

A huge drawing depicting strange mountains and rivers and the devil's eye was spread on the desk. The dense runes and symbols on it looked particularly mysterious under the light.

Several scholars (dispatched by the Ministry of Works) who are proficient in ancient Western texts are gathered around the blueprint, arguing in low voices about the meaning of a certain symbol. The atmosphere is tense and focused.

"Master Chu," a craftsman carefully glued the last piece of rubbing together with special fish glue, "the markings of 'Black Water Dead Marsh' and 'Eternal Inferno' have been clearly traced, but the twisted mountain markings in the northwest corner seem... seem to bear some resemblance to the terrain of 'Ghost Crying Ridge' deep in the Yin Mountains..."

"Ghost Crying Ridge?" Chu Xiling frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her cold eyes, "That's where the remnants of Helian Bao finally disappeared... Could it be..."

"Report!" A shrill cry tore through the silence of the camp.

A bloodied Jinwu Guard scout, his armor tattered, stumbled into the command tent and collapsed to the ground, his voice hoarse and desperate: "Enemy attack! A large number of enemy troops are coming from... from the direction of Ghost Crying Ridge. The number is unknown, but the attack is extremely fierce. The outpost has been completely wiped out!"

"What?!" Chu Xiling's face turned pale instantly! Her cold eyes were filled with shock! "Ghost Crying Ridge?! Gu Beichen! He really is here!"

"Woo! Woo! Woo!" The shrill and rapid sound of the alarm horn instantly resounded throughout the camp! Like the wail of a dying beast!

“Enemy attack—!!”

“Prepare for battle—!!”

The roar of the Jinwu Guard general, the running footsteps of the soldiers, the clashing of armor, the sound of bows and crossbows being strung... instantly broke the silence!

The entire camp was like an anthill thrown into boiling water, and it boiled instantly!

"Protect Tuotu, protect Madam Chu!" Mao Mengji's hoarse voice was like the cry of a night owl, filled with cold murderous intent.

His bony hand suddenly drew out his long sword, "The Jinwu Guards will defend the stone gate to the death. Anyone who dares to approach will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!" The heavy-armored infantry of the Jinwu Guard let out a low roar, and the huge tower shields slammed to the ground, forming a steel wall. Sharp spears protruded from the gaps in the shields, like a steel jungle, aimed at the darkness outside the camp!

"boom--!!"

"boom--!!"

A violent explosion sounded like thunder outside the camp, flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the simple fences and chevaux de frise outside the camp were instantly blown to pieces, and wood chips and snow mixed with flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"It's the Burning Sky Thunder, be careful!" Chu Xiling cried out in shock! Her cold eyes were filled with unbelievable horror!

Gu Beichen actually already mastered this terrifying weapon!

And it was thrown to the camp so accurately!

"Swish, swish, swish!" Dense arrows shot out from the darkness like locusts, with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, and a strange green light flashed on the arrowheads.

"Poison arrows, raise shields!" the Jinwu Guard general roared!

"Puff puff puff--!" The arrows hit the tower shield, making a dull sound.

But many of them still passed through the shield formation and shot into the tents and soldiers in the rear.

"Ah--!" A scream rang out instantly. The wound of the soldier who was hit by the arrow quickly turned black and festered. He let out a shrill wail, his body twitched violently, and foamed at the mouth. He died in the blink of an eye. The poison was so strong that it was shocking!

“Kill!!” The deafening shouts of killing surged from the darkness like a tide.

Countless black shadows rushed out like ghosts. They were wearing black leather armor of the Southern Chu style, holding scimitars and short crossbows, and their movements were as swift as the wind. Mixed in with them were many Zoroastrians who wore black robes, had strange oil paint on their faces, and held strange weapons (hook, chain hammer, bone flute)!

They were muttering to themselves, with fanatical and cruel lights flashing in their eyes. The leader was a tall and thin man wearing a dark purple brocade robe embroidered with gold patterns. His face was covered with a hideous bronze flame mask, revealing only a pair of deep, cold and ruthless eyes!

It was the Minister of State of Nanchu, Gu Beichen!

He did not charge in person, but stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the chaotic camp like a venomous snake in control of everything.

"Nan Chu dog, you fire-worshiping demon, die!" Mao Mengji's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his skinny figure came forward like a ghost. His long sword turned into a whirlwind of death, and wherever the sword flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. He was invincible!

"Shenjiying! Free shooting! Target - the man in black robe!" Chengxuan's crisp voice rang out!

She held two swords in her hands, protecting Chu Xiling, her eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang--!!" The musketeers of the Shenji Camp quickly formed a formation and fired in three rounds!

Dense lead bullets sprayed at the black-robed Zoroastrians who were rushing towards them. Many of them were shot and fell to the ground, but there were still a few with strange skills who avoided the rain of bullets like ghosts and rushed straight towards the stone gate.

"Stop them!" Mao Mengji roared!

He turned around and slashed at a black-robed guardian who was rushing towards him!

"Dang!" The sound of metal clashing and sparks flying everywhere. The guardian held a strange curved hook in his hand and blocked Mao Mengji's powerful knife. The other guardian formed seals with his hands and chanted a spell quickly. A ball of dark green flame appeared out of thin air and shot towards the Jinwu Guard shield formation guarding the stone gate!

"Sizzle!" The dark green flame hit the tower shield, making a corrosive sound!

A big hole was burned through the hard wooden shield in an instant!

The soldier behind the shield fell down with a scream, his skin and flesh quickly charred and rotted!

"Witchcraft!" A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the Jinwu Guard soldiers!

"Use kerosene! Burn these monsters to death!" A captain of the Jinwu Guard roared!

"Boom!" The burning kerosene tank was thrown out and hit the black-robed guardian. Flames rose, but the black-robed guardian's body flashed strangely and he avoided most of the flames.

Only the corner of his clothes was on fire, but he didn't care at all, and the fierceness in his eyes became even stronger.

"Protect Tuotu!" Chu Xiling retreated to the depths of the command tent under the desperate protection of Cheng Xuan and several Jinwu Guards.

Her cold eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield and fell on the Zoroastrians who were fearlessly rushing towards the stone gate.

Their goal...is not to kill!

It’s Shimen!

It is the origin diagram of the sacred fire in the stone chamber!

Gu Beichen...he wants to get the rubbing back!

"General Mao, Shimen must not be lost!" Chu Xiling shouted sternly!

"I understand!" A fierce light flashed in Mao Mengji's eyes, and his skinny figure burst out with amazing strength. The long sword pierced the throat of a black-robed guardian like a poisonous snake, and blood splattered. He turned around abruptly and pounced on another guardian who was trying to approach the stone gate.

"Stop him!" Gu Beichen's cold voice sounded, like a cold wind from the underworld.