Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

As the army marched forward, yellow sand filled the northwestern border region.

This large army was a large army that had been rotated back to Chang'an to report on their duties.

There is a large-scale rotation of defenders almost every few years.

Nowadays, large-scale wars are rare in the Han Dynasty.

Lin Qiye rode his horse, following behind Zhao Wentian and Huo Qubing.

Behind him were Zhan Yuwu and Yan Zhong, as well as Gongyang Wan and her brother.

Lin Qiye asked Zhao Wentian why he kept Gongyang Wan by his side.

Zhao Wentian explained that this was because Gongyang Zhuo was the Black King, and Gongyang Wan would influence the course of the entire Great Xia Dynasty for nearly two thousand years.

He worried that if he didn't bring it along, something might happen that could prevent many people from being born later.

For some reason, he made a point of saying that it was definitely not because he was attracted to beauty, but because he wouldn't even look at someone so barren.

Just then, he frowned and looked into the distance, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"My Lord, it seems a sandstorm is coming."

"We're so far from the desert, sandstorms can't reach us, right?" Zhan Yuwu asked.

"I'm not sure. To be on the safe side, let's find a place to set up camp."

"No need for that," Huo Qubing said calmly. "Let the army continue its advance. I will handle the sandstorm."

Zhao Wentian looked at Huo Qubing's expression and nodded silently. His Forbidden Void could control the weather.

However, a sandstorm of this size would inevitably take a toll on him. "Never mind, Ah Bing, let the army continue its advance. I will make my move."

Huo Qubing was taken aback, and a smile appeared on his serious face. "If Uncle takes action, then there will be no worries."

Zhan Yuwu, Yan Zhong, and the veterans in the army all revealed meaningful smiles.

I don't know how long it's been since we've seen the Marquis make a move...

As the army continued its advance, a gray sandstorm gradually approached, the swirling yellow sand stinging everyone's faces, while the horses neighed incessantly.

"This sandstorm is quite large."

Zhao Wentian narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the swirling sandstorm that stretched for dozens of kilometers.

All the soldiers looked toward the figure in the center of the army riding a Ferghana horse.

"What are you doing...?" Lin Qiye looked at Huo Qubing with some confusion.

Zhan Yuwu, who was standing nearby, tugged at Lin Qiye's sleeve, "Don't blink..."

Lin Qiye:?

Zhao Wentian stood still, his eyes fixed intently on the approaching sandstorm.

The sandstorm, like a ferocious beast, roared as it rushed towards the army, stirring up a sky full of dust that blotted out the sun.

However, despite the terrifying sandstorm, Zhao Wentian showed no fear in his eyes, but rather a faint sense of anticipation.

He took a deep breath, and the divine power within his body surged like a raging wave, instantly converging in his eyes.

As he gently closed his eyes, the surging air seemed to be suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, coming to an abrupt halt.

The sandstorm, stretching for tens of kilometers, seemed to freeze completely in that instant, as if time and space were frozen in that moment.

Zhao Wentian slowly opened his eyes, and his vision, which had been obscured by the sandstorm, became crystal clear.

He gazed at the sandstorm, which resembled a mirror, a confident smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and a powerful force erupted from them like a volcanic eruption.

The mirror-like sandstorm shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny grains of sand that scattered in all directions like sand particles blown away by a gale.

The shadows of those originally rampant sandstorms were instantly turned into dust by the impact of this powerful force, either falling to the ground or dissipating directly into the air.

This catastrophic sandstorm vanished in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

Lin Qiye, who was standing to the side, witnessed all of this and was horrified.

Although he knew Zhao Wentian was strong, he did not expect him to be so ridiculously powerful.

More than a century of trials and tribulations have not diminished his strength in the slightest; on the contrary, they have made his heart even more resolute, and his faith, like a burning flame, will never be extinguished.

Lin Qiye couldn't help but sigh, comparing the peak of other people's human potential with Zhao Wentian's peak, it was like comparing heaven and earth.

Zhao Wentian's existence is like an insurmountable peak, inspiring awe and fear.

With him around, the limits of humanity seem to be forever unreachable, because the higher his limits are, the higher the limits of all humanity will be.

Not only Lin Qiye was shocked, but the entire army wore expressions of disbelief. Zhan Yuwu, Yan Zhong, and others were also stunned.

Gongyang Zhuo, who idolized Marquis Changping, Wei Qing...

Even Huo Qubing,

They all knew that the Marquis was very strong, but they never expected him to be this powerful... In the blink of an eye, he could solidify a sandstorm spanning tens of kilometers and then dissipate it.

Gongyang Wan's fingertips trembled slightly, her face paling. She hadn't expected... he was really that powerful.

.......

Lin Qiye followed Zhao Wentian.

Suddenly, Zhao Wentian slowly spoke, "Seven Nights, do you know how many times the Kree have invaded in history?"

Lin Qiye nodded. "Three times."

He knew of three times in total. The first time was in ancient times, when he was defeated by the combined forces of the ancestral gods.

The second time was when religious beliefs were gradually rising, and Yerand led the Kingdom of Heaven to seal all the Kshatriyas except for the three pillar gods on the moon.

The second time was probably what Zhao Wentian mentioned: the old man led people to block the fountain, but they missed three super minions.

The third time, as for them, was during their own time.

Zhao Wentian smiled slightly, "At this point in time, Yeland hasn't sealed away the Kryptonian yet. Do you see that crimson star?"

Lin Qiye followed Zhao Wentian's finger and looked over, where a crimson star shone with an eerie brilliance.

Only then did he realize what was happening.

"Could it be that Chloe brought me here through the Covenant to prevent the disaster?" Lin Qiye looked at Zhao Wentian in surprise.

The latter's resolute face showed no change.

“I don’t know… I met Yeland over a hundred years ago, when he was just the Supreme God.”

“I also saw Michael from afar. At that time, your mother and I were living in seclusion in Yingzhou with Zhao Kongcheng.”

"That guy is stronger than Michael in the future, and his current faith power is still very strong."

"At that time, there were still many gods in Takamagahara. I was just absorbing their faith power. When the other gods tried to drive them away, I accidentally killed half of their gods... There, I also discovered the traces of the Kreece."

"..."

Listening to Zhao Wentian's story, Lin Qiye's expression became extremely solemn.

He wasn't surprised that Zhao Wentian could destroy a divine kingdom. It wasn't like he hadn't done things like destroying kingdoms before. What was Takamagahara compared to that?

The key issue is that a second major invasion by the Kree is imminent.

"Then, will you take action then?" Lin Qiye asked.

Zhao Wentian shook his head. "We'll see when the time comes..."

The army continued its march across the barren land, and because this group consisted of infantry, their pace was slow.

Soon it got dark...

During the Han Dynasty, a malevolent star was said to be in the sky, causing constant disturbances from the Kexi (a mythical creature) every night.

This is why it was necessary for the two pillars of the empire to personally go to the border and bring the army back to Chang'an.