Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Their rotting hands grasped the spikes of the barricades, even though the spikes pierced their palms, they still climbed up frantically! The stench of black blood gushed out of their mouths!

"Hold on! Spearmen! Attack!" Generals at all levels roared at the top of their lungs!

The black-armored soldiers gritted their teeth, their eyes bloodshot! Spears thrust fiercely through the gaps in their shields! Each thrust sent up a cloud of blood and shredded flesh! The impaled "refugees" clung to the spear tips, writhing frantically, their rotting hands clinging to the spear shafts, trying to drag the soldiers out of the shield formation! Worse still, after being pierced, they lunged forward, mouths drooling with black saliva, biting fiercely at the soldiers' exposed arms!

"Ahhh!" A howl rang out! The soldier's face instantly turned blue! The wound quickly turned black and festered! Muscles twitched! Eyeballs instantly covered with blood! An incomprehensible roar emanated from his throat! He actually turned his spear head and stabbed his comrades beside him!

"Plague! The plague has entered the body!" Panic spread across the front line like a plague!

"Kill! Kill them! The brothers who were bitten... also... kill them!" Meng Zhi's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his huge axe to smash a "refugee" who rushed over, and the dirty blood splattered all over his head and face!

The voice was filled with tearing pain and determination!

The outskirts of the camp instantly transformed into a grinding mill! Amidst fear and despair, the black-armored soldiers unleashed their final bloody courage! Slashing with swords! Thrust with spears! Burning with fire! Every slaughter was accompanied by the screams of their comrades and the inhuman howls of the "refugees"! Sticky pools of filthy blood and burning corpses piled up on the frozen ground! The air was filled with the suffocating stench of burnt flesh, blood, and the thick, stench of decay!

Inside the imperial tent, the candlelight flickered wildly.

Beside Liu Yueli's stretcher, Sun Miao's withered hands pressed down her cold wrists, his cloudy old eyes bloodshot! Outside the tent, the deafening shouts of killing, the shrill howls, the roar of exploding flames, like invisible hammers, fiercely struck the stagnant air inside the tent!

"Ugh..." Liu Yueli's tightly closed eyelids trembled violently! The dark red gelatinous substance seeped out from the edge of the charred brand wound on her shoulder at a significantly faster rate! Like a startled venomous snake! The faint dark golden ember deep in her spine flickered wildly! Every flicker caused her body to spasm violently! The friction in her throat became more rapid and more painful! As if it would be completely torn apart at any moment!

"Your Majesty! Lord Liu...his pulse...is disordered! The plague...is aroused by the aura outside!" Sun Miao's voice trembled with despair!

Qin Ming's gaze suddenly focused beneath his veil! Deep within his piercing eyes, the frozen pond stirred up a surging wave! He turned abruptly, his armored fingers pointing toward the bloody battlefield outside the tent!

"Meng Zhi! No matter what! Burn them all for me!"

"Here!!!" Meng Zhi roared with a madness that burned everything! "Kerosene! Pour it all out! Burn--!!!"

boom--! ! !

An even more intense wall of fire shot up into the sky! Viscous incendiary oil was poured out! The flames, like a ravenous beast, instantly devoured a large area! Countless "refugees" were transformed into twisted charcoal in the flames! The shrill howls were like the music of hell!

However! At the moment when the blazing flames temporarily suppressed the black tide!

Woo-woo-woo-woo!!!

Three long, deep, and undeniably majestic horn blasts, like thunder from the heavens, suddenly rang out from the northwest of the camp, on the dark high ground untouched by the fighting! The horn sounds pierced through the deafening battle and the roar of flames, echoing clearly in every ear!

Next!

A massive, dark blue Qilin battle flag fluttered in the flames! A crimson battle flag embroidered with a winged golden crow! A deep purple battle flag adorned with a ferocious dragon! Like sharp blades tearing through the night, they rose simultaneously from the northwest highlands!

Three massive, well-equipped cavalry units, adorned with distinctive armor and imposing aura, emerged from the high ground like three silent, steely torrents! They didn't charge, but simply stood in formation, like giant beasts overlooking the battlefield! An icy murderous aura, like a tangible cold current, instantly enveloped the entire battlefield!

"Northern Mang Qilin Guard!"

"Nanzhao Golden Crow Cavalry!"

"Xiliang Purple Dragon Army!"

Meng Zhi's pupils suddenly contracted! His voice was filled with unbelievable horror!

The three great dynasties! Northern Mang! Southern Zhao! Western Liang! They... unexpectedly arrived at this very moment! Together!

The horn blew! From each of the three cavalry teams, one rider emerged from the crowd! The three leading riders were all dressed in luxurious brocade robes, and their demeanor was extraordinary!

The Northern Mang envoy, Tuoba Hong, had a rugged face and a booming voice: "Your Majesty, the Emperor of Daqian! Your Majesty, the King of Shenmu! The envoys of the Northern Mang, Nanzhao, and Xiliang Kingdoms are here! By order of the three rulers! Your Majesties... please cease fighting immediately! For the sake of the people!"

The Nanzhao envoy, Duan Siming, had a gaunt face and a calm voice with undeniable penetrating power: "The flames of war linger, the plague rages, and countless lives are in ruins! This is not the way of a ruler! Your Majesties, please calm your wrath for a moment! For the sake of the world, cease hostilities and seek peace!"

The Xiliang envoy, Helian Bobo, had the eyes of an eagle and the rage of a wolf, and spoke in a cold voice: "If the war continues, it will bring about an endless catastrophe! The rulers of the three kingdoms have said that if your Majesties insist on fighting again... the three kingdoms... will be forced to intervene! To maintain... peace in the world!"

Intervention?!

The sounds of fighting outside the camp instantly subsided! The black-armored soldiers looked towards the high ground in uncertainty! The Iron Wall Guards of the Shenmu Royal Court also stopped advancing! Even the frantically attacking "refugees" seemed intimidated by the sudden pressure, their movements momentarily frozen!

On the high ground, the envoys from the three kingdoms, like three cold statues, gazed down upon the bloody purgatory below. Their gazes pierced through the chaotic battlefield and finally fixed on the heart of the camp—the dark, dragon-patterned imperial tent that rustled in the wind!

At the door of the imperial tent, Qin Ming's eyes under his covered face were like two bottomless abysses, coldly meeting the three gazes from the high ground, which were full of scrutiny and coercion.

Stop the war? Truce?

Hua Yunhong's wicked scheme is ahead! Displaced refugees from the plague are attacking the camp! Liu Yueli's life hangs by a thread! Changbaishan is on the verge of collapse!

Now... the three major dynasties are jointly exerting pressure on him, in the name of "the people of the world", asking him to... stop?

The corner of Qin Ming's mouth, which was covered by his face, slowly curled up into an extremely cold arc.

"The people of the world?" His cold voice was not loud, but it was like a piece of cold iron falling to the ground, clearly piercing the night wind and reaching the ears of every envoy on the high ground. "My soldiers... are not the people of the world?"

He slowly raised his armored fingers and pointed at the sea of ​​corpses and blood outside the camp, at the charred corpses twisted in the flames, and at the soldiers who were corroded by the plague and struggling in madness and pain.

"Their blood...is still hot!"

His finger finally pointed to the two stretchers inside the imperial tent, where people were struggling in pain.