On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In the Black Water Death Swamp, the gray-green miasma that lingers all year round is like a sticky venom, heavily covering this land of death.

The rotten dead wood, gnarled like ghost claws, protruded from the dark green swamp, covered with slippery moss and grayish-white mycelium.

From time to time, corrupt bubbles emerge from the surface of the turbid mud, and when they burst, they emit a pungent stench of sulfur and humus.

Beneath the mud lurks deadly poisonous insects and slippery water snakes.

The air was filled with suffocating heat and a chill that penetrated deep into the bones.

Dead silence is the main theme here, with only the occasional strange bird calls or the rustling of poisonous insects crawling adding a bit of creepiness.

A silent black torrent, like a ghost, struggles through the mud and rotten wood.

Mao Mengji's dark light armor was coated with a special insect-proof mud. The scars on his skinny face looked even more hideous in the dim light. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning every inch of the surrounding area for potentially deadly traps.

Behind him, hundreds of elite soldiers from the Jingbian Camp and the Shenji Camp were also covered in mud, carrying heavy rattan boxes (containing lead boxes of Burning Sky Thunder) and disassembled grenade launcher parts, holding long poles to explore the way, wearing specially made wide wooden clogs, and moving swiftly and cautiously.

The air was filled with the strong spicy smell of anti-malaria pills and the pungent smell of insect repellent powder.

"General, there's Ghost Leap Gorge ahead," the scout lowered his voice, pointing to a narrow, fog-shrouded waterway with turbulent currents. "The waterway is murky and unfathomable, riddled with undercurrents and whirlpools. There are sentries on the other side."

A fierce light flashed in Mao Mengji's eyes: "Water ghost team, go into the water and touch the whistle!"

Several carefully selected assassins with excellent swimming skills slid silently into the turbid water, holding reed tubes in their mouths, and dived to the other side like water snakes.

A moment later, a few extremely slight groans and the sound of heavy objects falling into the water were heard from the other side of the river.

"Secret sentry, clear." The captain of the water ghost team surfaced and made a gesture.

"Build a rope bridge!" Mao Mengji shouted.

A special cowhide rope was thrown to the other side and fixed to a dead tree.

The soldiers climbed the ropes like monkeys.

"Watch your feet, the mud has suction!" Mao Mengji reminded.

One soldier was not careful and his clogs got stuck in the mud and were instantly sucked up to his thigh. His companion was quick-witted and reached out with a long pole to hold the clogs tightly and pulled them out with all his strength!

In the mud, a colorful water snake as thick as an arm was startled and rushed out like lightning, its fangs bared. Mao Mengji's long sword was as fast as lightning, and with a flash of cold light, the snake's head flew up and its body twisted and fell into the mud.

"Go!" Mao Mengji said in a cold voice.

After three days of inhuman trekking, crossing the poisonous insect swamp, crossing the death waterway, and avoiding the miasma and poisonous pools, the team finally arrived at the outskirts of Blackstone Castle.

The huge castle built of dark volcanic rocks, like the skull of a giant beast, stands on a relatively dry high ground in the center of the Dead Swamp.

The fortress wall is five meters high, thick and mottled, covered with dark green moss and vines.

The fortress gate, made of heavy iron-clad oak, was tightly closed. On the fortress wall, the sparse figures of guards could be vaguely seen swaying in the thick fog.

The smell of sulfur in the air became stronger and stronger.

"General, the fortress walls are strong, and a strong attack will only result in heavy casualties." The deputy general whispered.

"Forced attack?" Mao Mengji's mouth curled up with a cruel arc, "I have an iron watermelon!"

He pointed a bony finger at the fort gate: "Grenadiers, get ready!"

Five grenade launchers were quickly assembled and set up. The fine iron barrels shone with a cold luster, and the simple brackets were fixed on the solid mud ground.

The gunner of the Shenji Battalion skillfully adjusted the firing angle and loaded a heavy prototype of the Burning Sky Bomb into the barrel.

"Target the fort gate, three shots in a row, fire!" Mao Mengji's voice was hoarse and low.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!"

A dull sound of firing was heard, and five dark metal cylinders, with a shrill scream, cut through the thick fog, like an invitation from the god of death, and hit the huge castle gate with precision.

“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!!”

Five deafening and terrifying explosions exploded almost simultaneously, and scorching flames mixed with thick smoke and sharp metal fragments shot up into the sky. The heavy iron-clad oak castle door was torn and twisted like paper, the huge door axis broke, and half of the door panel collapsed, revealing a dark doorway. Debris flew, smoke and dust filled the air, and the guards on the castle wall were shaken to pieces, their screams drowned out by the explosions.

"It's broken!" Excitement flashed in the soldiers' eyes!

"Don't worry!" Mao Mengji's eyes gleamed even more fiercely. "There's a barbican inside the fort. Burning Thunder Death Squad, attack!"

Dozens of warriors wearing double-layer thick cowhide armor and iron helmets and masks, in groups of two, carried heavy lead boxes of "Burning Sky Thunder" and rushed towards the exploded fortress gate like cheetahs!

They moved swiftly and with a clear goal - to rush into the castle and throw the "Burning Sky Thunder" into the core area.

"Shoot! Stop them!" A terrified roar came from the castle wall.

"Swish, swish, swish--" a sparse rain of arrows shot down.

"Shenjiying provide cover!" Mao Mengji shouted.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Shenji Camp fired a volley of muskets, suppressing the guards on the wall.

"Boom!" A loud noise came from the castle gate, accompanied by a shrill scream. A soldier of the "Burning Thunder Death Squad" who was rushing in the front was hit by a poisoned crossbow arrow shot from nowhere. The "Burning Sky Thunder" in his arms fell out of his hand and hit the stone steps, exploding instantly. The horrific shock wave tore him and several nearby companions into pieces, and the air was filled with smoke and dust.

"Be careful of the trap!" Mao Meng's eyes were bloodshot.

The remaining soldiers were fearless and took advantage of their companions' sacrifices and the cover of smoke and dust to rush into the fortress gate like mad tigers!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Successive explosions sounded in different directions in the castle. Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowed, screams, sounds of collapsed houses, and shouts of terror intertwined together, and the entire Blackstone Castle fell into chaos.

"Charge!" Mao Mengji pointed his long sword forward, "Go in and capture Gu Beichen alive!"

"Kill!" A deafening roar sounded, and the elite soldiers of the Jingbian Camp were like tigers out of the cage, waving swords and guns, stepping over the remains of their companions, rushing into the smoke-filled fortress gate, and engaging in a brutal street battle with the hastily assembled remnants of the bandits and the black-scaled death squad, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The core of the castle, the Blackstone Hall.

The bonfire flickered, reflecting Gu Beichen's distorted face under the bronze mask and the crazy hatred in his eyes.

The violent explosions and shouts were getting closer and closer, and the ground was shaking slightly.

"Prime Minister, we can't hold on any longer. Let's retreat." The old man in black robe had a hoarse voice and was filled with despair.

"Retreat?" Gu Beichen's voice was as cold as the cold wind of the underworld. "I still have a great gift to give away!"

He suddenly opened a huge barrel covered with thick oilcloth behind him!

The barrel was filled with a sticky black oily liquid with a pungent almond bitter smell - incompletely purified "poison saliva"!

"Where is the Fenlei Death Squad!" Gu Beichen shouted!

Ten assassins, wearing linen cloth soaked in kerosene and with fanatical eyes, stepped out!

"Pick up the torches!" Gu Beichen's voice was filled with a kind of destructive madness. "Charge out, charge into the enemy camp, ignite the poisonous saliva and let Lin Zhen's lackeys taste hell!"

"Be loyal to the Prime Minister!" The assassins roared in unison, their voices like ghosts crying!

They picked up heavy clay pots, scooped up the sticky poisonous saliva, poured it all over their bodies, and then grabbed the burning torches.

"Open the door!" There was a final flash of madness in Gu Beichen's eyes.

The heavy side door banged open.

"Kill!" Ten death warriors, covered in poisonous saliva and holding torches, roared inhumanly like burning evil spirits and rushed madly towards the oncoming soldiers of the Jingbian Camp.

"Stop them!" Mao Mengji's pupils suddenly shrank and he roared loudly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The muskets roared, and several "Thunder-burning Soldiers" were shot and fell to the ground, but the "poisonous saliva" on their bodies was ignited by the torches, and they instantly turned into burning firemen, letting out extremely shrill howls, but still struggling to rush forward.

"Puff!" The spear pierced through the chest of a fire man, but the flames instantly spread along the spear shaft, and the soldier holding the spear screamed and let go.

"Boom!" A fireman rushed into the crowd, the pottery jar in his arms shattered, poisonous saliva splashed everywhere, and flames exploded instantly. Several soldiers were swallowed by the flames, rolling around with screams. The fire spread rapidly, igniting the surrounding wooden buildings.

"Scatter, scatter, use long weapons and shoot from a distance." Mao Meng's eyes were bloodshot, and his skinny figure flashed like a ghost. The long sword turned into a cold light and accurately cut off the head of a fire man. The headless corpse was still burning and rushed forward for several steps before falling down.

confusion!

Terrible!

Like purgatory on earth!

"Gu Beichen, accept your death!" Mao Mengji chopped down the last fire man with one sword, his body covered in blood, like a Shura crawling out of hell.

His eyes were like lightning, penetrating the thick smoke and flames, and fixed on the purple-robed figure in the depths of the hall.

"Mao Mengji..." Gu Beichen laughed hoarsely under his bronze mask, filled with endless resentment, "Lin Zhen's good dog."

"Die!" A fierce light flashed in Mao Mengji's eyes, and his skinny figure burst out with terrifying speed. His long sword turned into a whirlwind of death and rushed straight towards Gu Beichen.

"Protect the Prime Minister!" Several black-scaled warriors rushed forward fearlessly!

"Get out of here!" Mao Mengji danced wildly with his long sword, the sword light was like a waterfall, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he knocked down three people in an instant, but he was also entangled tightly.

Gu Beichen looked coldly at Mao Mengji, who was like a madman, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He turned suddenly and rushed to a hidden corridor at the back of the hall.

"Want to run?!" Mao Mengji roared, forced the assassins back with a knife, and chased after them as fast as lightning.

The corridor is narrow and deep, leading to the cliff behind the fort.

Gu Beichen's purple robe fluttered at an extremely fast speed!

"Leave the dog head behind!" Mao Mengji's voice was hoarse, and the long sword flew out of his hand, turning into a sharp cold light, shooting straight into Gu Beichen's back.

"Puchi!" The long knife pierced Gu Beichen's right shoulder accurately, and the huge force caused him to stagger forward several steps.

"Ah--!" Gu Beichen let out a painful groan, and blood instantly dyed his purple robe red. He turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot under the bronze mask, and his left hand pulled out a poisoned dagger like lightning and threw it fiercely at Mao Mengji.

Mao Mengji twisted his body strangely, and the dagger flew past his neck, leaving a trail of blood.

"Die!" Mao Mengji's skinny palm was like an eagle's claw, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and grabbed Gu Beichen's throat fiercely.

A hint of madness flashed in Gu Beichen's eyes.

Without dodging or evading, he grabbed the handle of the knife that pierced his shoulder with his right hand and pulled it out with force, causing blood to splatter. At the same time, he raised his left hand and a handful of smelly black powder was sprinkled on Mao Mengji's head.

"Poison powder!" Mao Mengji's pupils suddenly shrank, and he held his breath and retreated, but he still inhaled a little bit. He suddenly felt dizzy and his movements stopped.

Gu Beichen took the opportunity to turn around and pounce on a vine hanging from the edge of the cliff.

"Where are you going!" Mao Mengji endured the dizziness and kicked a piece of gravel on the ground. The gravel shot towards the vines like a cannonball.

"Crack!" The vine broke with a sound.

Gu Beichen missed his grasp, lost his balance, and fell off the edge of the cliff with a scream!

Below... is the bottomless, poisonous swamp of death.

"Plop!" A dull sound of falling into the water was heard, and the dark green mud rolled a few times and quickly returned to calm.

All that was left was a pool of glaring blood and half a broken vine on the edge of the cliff.

Mao Mengji rushed to the edge of the cliff, his skinny face covered in blood and poison powder. He felt dizzy and gasped heavily while holding onto the rock wall.

He stared at the churning mud below, his eyes flashing with ferocity but without a trace of joy.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Gu Beichen...must not live!

The sounds of fighting in the fort gradually subsided.

The remaining bandits and assassins were either annihilated or knelt in surrender in the face of absolute power and the terrifying Burning Sky Thunder.

Blackrock Fort changed hands.