Mythology Management System

In the midst of a military battle, a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe stood with his hands behind his back on a high platform, issuing a series of cold commands. Under his command, an army of tens of thousands moved in an orderly manner. However, their only opponent was a single person, namely that blood-red figure that resembled a god or demon.

Bai Qi wielded his spear continuously, a blood dragon attached to the spear tip, spitting out a ten-foot-long bloody light. Anyone who came into contact with the bloody light became a dead soul under Bai Qi's spear.

The soldiers around Bai Qi looked at him with lingering fear in their eyes. Some of them kept retreating. Under the threat of their lives, their military pride had long been forgotten.

Han Xin, standing on the high platform, had a cold look in his eyes. Around him, more than a dozen members of the Military School also looked rather grim. They were all famous strategists or generals in history. There were not many people in the entire land who could be taken seriously by them. Moreover, they had established the Military School, and most forces would avoid them at all costs when they heard their name.

But today, their military strategist class was actually attacked at their doorstep. How could they possibly save face? Even if Bai Qi had a legitimate reason, it wouldn't work!

Some people glanced silently at Zhao Ke'er, who was standing next to Han Xin and was crying her eyes out, thinking to themselves, "She really is a femme fatale."

Although Zhao Ke'er and Han Xin have different surnames, she is undoubtedly their biological daughter, and they watched her grow up.

"Father, let him go." Zhao Ke'er's voice held a hint of pleading, but Han Xin remained unmoved.

"No way," he refused outright.

"This brat has offended our military school. If we let him leave today, how will our military school maintain its standing in China? What will people outside think of our military school?"

With tears welling in her eyes, Zhao Ke'er pleaded, "Father, just this once, I'm begging you one last time. I'll do whatever you want from now on."

Han Xin frowned and sighed, "This is no longer something I can decide myself. This kid must die here today, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the members of my family. Besides, he killed so many of our people, so we can't let him go."

Zhao Ke'er glared at him fiercely and said hatefully, "I hate you!!"

Looking at Bai Qi, who was fighting a bloody battle, Zhao Ke'er shouted hoarsely, "Run! Run!"

Bai Qi sensed something, looked up in Zhao Ke'er's direction, gave a stiff smile, and uttered a few words:

"Wait, I'll come get you right away."

Han Xin, standing on the high platform, turned cold upon seeing this scene. How dare this mere brat, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, make a move on his daughter? He had already made up his mind to kill Bai Qi here.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred, and an urgent order came from afar.

"Report——"

"Master, an unknown army has surrounded the clan outside. I estimate there are at least 300,000 people!"

Han Xin's expression changed, and the others in the room also frowned.

The enemy surrounded the military strategist group without explanation, and their intentions were clearly hostile. However, the group only tensed up for a moment. The military strategist group was full of experts, and even if the enemy had an army of 300,000, they might not be able to defeat them.

But to their surprise, the urgent orders were far from over, and the army that Fu Jiu and his men had brought was far more than that.

"Report——"

"Patriarch, a large number of unidentified flying monsters have appeared above the clan's territory, estimated to be at least two hundred thousand!"

Han Xin waved the person who was reporting away. He could clearly see a dark cloud not far away, led by a fifth-tier blue phoenix with a wingspan of at least twenty meters.

This blue phoenix was the same one that had been pinned down by the old tortoise before. Now it had submitted to the myth and become a member of their flying squadron.

However, before the shock of the group could subside, another secret order was sent.

"Report——"

"Master, a large number of fish monsters have come ashore in the river three miles away from the clan's residence, numbering no less than a million!!"

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped in shock; they weren't going to leave them any chance of survival at all!

There are birds in the sky, a large army on the ground, and countless monsters lurking in the water. They are truly trapped with nowhere to go. Could it be that their military strategy has come to an end today?

Han Xin forced himself to calm down, frantically trying to figure out who had such great abilities. Before he could finish thinking, the figure that appeared in front of him gave him the answer.

Fu Jiu, Li Si, Sun Xiaoman, Wei Zheng, He Shen, Zhao Gongming, Jin Ying, plus Bai Qi below, the core members of the myth are all gathered!

The military strategists checked the cultivation levels of the individuals and immediately felt a chill run down their spines.

There are seven fifth-tier cultivators on the other side! Not to mention there's a sixth-tier cultivator in charge. What's the point of fighting like this?!

What they didn't know was that the masters of mythology were far more numerous than those mentioned above.

Ye Wudao, Killing Arhat, and Qingluan are just some of those who have surrendered. Moreover, Jin Ying has quite a few fifth-tier beings under her command, and recently many aquatic creatures have come to join her after hearing about the reputation of Jin Ying Ancestral Dragon. Among them are even quite a few fourth- and fifth-tier beings.

"Master, it seems we've done something foolish," a man behind Han Xin said with a mournful face.

Han Xin's face turned ashen. He had already recognized the identities of the people in front of him. They were none other than the recently popular myth.

Fu Jiu glanced coldly at the formation below and ordered, "Break the formation! Kill!"

Three hundred thousand fierce soldiers swarmed forward, and Han Xin's proud battle formation was no match for their overwhelming power!

The army's formation quickly collapsed, and the once imposing troops now scattered like stray dogs.

Han Xin, the head of the military strategist family, had an unpredictable expression on his face. As he watched the members of the military strategist family being killed one after another, he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"All decisions were made by me alone. I hope Your Excellency Fu Jiu will spare them. My strategist is willing to surrender!!"

Han Xin spat out the last four words almost one by one through gritted teeth. In the past, with his pride, he would never have said such a thing. But today was different. He could see that Fu Jiu was no benevolent person. If they still refused to surrender, all of them would die today!

Fu Jiu ignored Han Xin and went to Bai Qi's side with Li Si, asking, "What do you mean?"

Bai Qi paused for two seconds before saying, "Let them go, after all, they are her family."

“Okay!” Fu Jiu readily agreed.

Just as Han Xin was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Jiu said, "I can let you go, but you hurt my brother, and you must pay the price. From this day forward, your military career will be disbanded, and you will be wiped out of the world!"

Han Xin's face turned ashen. His military strategist team, which he had painstakingly built up, was about to be disbanded because of a single sentence from the other party.

He was unwilling, but he had no choice but to agree, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as just disbanding.

Zhao Ke'er rushed into Bai Qi's arms, ignoring the bloodstains on his body, and burst into tears.

"Waaah, I thought I'd never see you again."

Bai Qi stiffened, awkwardly raising an arm to pat Zhao Ke'er's back, comforting her, "It's alright, everything is over."