The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

The black specks of light adhered to the corpses of the dead Yellow Turban rebels, and almost instantly, their bodies were covered by a black, armor-like substance, leaving no part untouched. Then, something even more astonishing happened: countless Yellow Turban rebels who had previously appeared dead rose again, raising their weapons at the Han soldiers around them.

Even the bravest warriors would instinctively feel fear when faced with such a resurrected army. Moreover, the astonished Han soldiers discovered that these Yellow Turban rebels, shrouded in black, seemed to be made of metal, and sharp weapons had no effect on them.

Dealing with these monsters alone was already exhausting enough. What's more, at this moment, a tall man enveloped in golden light rushed towards them.

The city walls instantly became a scene of one-sided slaughter. Only a few Han Chinese soldiers managed to escape. But their nightmare was far from over.

Bathed in golden light, Zhang Bao stood atop the city tower and slammed his hand against the wall. A massive earthen bridge suddenly rose, connecting the tower to the ground. Then, he waved his hand, and a massive black army surged forth like a tide.

Below the city gate, the banners of the armored legion were stained red with blood in a matter of moments.

A day later, the outcome of the war was relayed to the imperial court by the people of the Luoyang Warrior Tower—Lu Zhi had been defeated by an army known as the "Death Warriors," an army invulnerable to swords and spears.

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Xiapi, the second floor of the Warrior Tower.

The conversation continued.

"No, it's not necessarily your uncle. After all, it's the Warrior Tower that arranges the specific times for the warrior trials. Moreover, Lü Lingqi's visit to the Warrior Tower this time might also have been arranged. This isn't difficult for the person behind Cao Cao. I'm telling you this only because I have a suspicion. The person who attacked us has power beyond our imagination. Think about it, if he can control the people closest to your uncle, what can't he do?"

Zhang Liao's expression was complex; he was momentarily at a loss for words. Although he had always been somewhat wary of his uncle, he still found it difficult to accept the possibility that his uncle might harm him in a short period of time. Chen Er, however, had anticipated this outcome, and therefore used a gentler hint rather than stating it directly.

Although, in his heart, he already had a big question mark about Zhang Yang.

"Then what should we do?" Zhang Liao asked with a complicated expression.

"Everything is as usual, just be extra careful."

Chen Er also wanted revenge, after all, he had almost died in the forbidden area. However, he knew very well that with his current strength, let alone dealing with the person behind Cao Cao, it would be extremely difficult even to deal with Cao Cao himself. Therefore, the most sensible course of action now was to bide his time and conceal his abilities.

“I understand that principle. But Xiapi is so vast, where can we brothers find refuge?” Zhang Liao sighed, his originally cheerful mood turning somewhat melancholy as he thought about these things.

"We only speculate about your uncle; we have no evidence. So, on the surface, we're still on your uncle's side. I think this will protect us from all trouble."

"Then, what about the remaining troubles that he can't handle?" Zhang Liao asked in a low voice.

"The world is vast, and there's much to be done. Save this life for the future! Besides, you seem to have forgotten someone." Facing Zhang Liao's questioning gaze, Chen Er added:

"Ding Yuan".

On a dark and windy night, Zhang Bao was rushing to Guangzong in Jizhou to report to his elder brother.

"Brother, I'm back. Lu Zhi has left, and Guangzong is safe for now."

The identity of the man whom Zhang Bao called "Big Brother" was self-evident. However, he seemed not to have heard Zhang Bao's words at all, making no response whatsoever, and remained in a deep sleep.

Zhang Bao stood alone beneath the Iron Throne, his face illuminated by the eerie blue lights around him, making him appear ghostly.

"If you have no other instructions, then I will go down first. We need to use this time to repair the city wall, as the Han army's next attack could come at any time."

The man seated on the Iron Throne remained motionless, his face deathly pale. Just as Zhang Bao was about to rise and leave, he suddenly heard a voice echo in his mind:

"You did a good job, second brother."

His voice had an indescribable strangeness and hoarseness, like the sound of metal rubbing together.

"It's just my duty. But, brother, I don't understand, is it too early for me to use the [Death Warriors] now? Lu Zhi is old and no match for me."

In the empty room, only Zhang Bao's voice could be heard.

Zhang Bao waited for a long time, but this time no sound rang in his mind.

Zhang Bao then realized he had asked a question he shouldn't have. He immediately whispered:

"Sorry, bro. I'll be going now."

Zhang Bao stood up, turned around, and left. However, he hadn't taken two steps when the closed door behind him opened again.

He was startled and turned around to look behind him, where he saw a boy dressed in a Taoist robe walking towards him.

"General Earth, General Heaven asked me to tell you that the [Natural Disaster] plan can be put on the agenda."

Zhang Bao froze for a moment. He looked at the boy and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a serious tone:

Are you sure this is my older brother's idea?

"This is General Tiangong's will. In addition, General Tiangong also asked me to tell you that General Rengong has another mission and has already left Guangzong City."

The young Taoist remained unmoved and answered in the same way.

Zhang Bao's pupils dilated instantly. After a long silence, he suddenly turned around and left.

Behind him, the young Taoist watched Zhang Bao's departing figure, gave a cold smile, and then his figure vanished into thin air.

But Zhang Bao, who had disappeared into the darkness, suddenly emerged from the darkness after the Taoist boy vanished.

He stared at the spot where the Taoist boy's figure had disappeared for a long time without saying a word. Only after a long while did he turn around and leave again.

In the vast city of Guangzong, countless Yellow Turban rebels swarmed, all for the promised tomorrow. At the heart of the raging yellow tide, the pitch-black city walls soared into the clouds.

In Bingzhou, at the Warrior Tower in Xiapi.