Full-time Creation Master

The ancient capital, outside the city walls.

A blurry gray-white line stretches across the sky, completely separating dawn from deathly silence—this is the dividing line between yin and yang.

On one side of the line, the traces of human life still remain, and the first rays of dawn illuminate the outline of the dilapidated city wall.

On the other side of the line, death was as dark as ink, and the cold wind swirled with the fragments of withered bones, howling mournfully.

Right on either side of the line between life and death, two fully armed patrol teams bumped into each other without warning.

On one side, there was the most common patrol team of the ancient capital's undead faction—the axe-wielding corpse generals.

They are all at least at the warrior level.

Some of the more imposing figures were already at the level of generals, each exuding a suffocating ferocity.

Its body was as strong as an armored bull, with bulging muscles on its torso, chunks of rotting flesh hanging down, and dark brown bodily fluid dripping down its limbs, corroding the ground and leaving black spots.

Their tiny heads are disproportionate to their enormous bodies, with empty, dark eye sockets.

Occasionally, a ghostly green flame would flash by, revealing a pure bloodlust.

Most terrifying of all are their limbs, with arms fused together with knife-like, axe-shaped bony blades.

The edges of the axe and knife blades were covered with serrations and stained with undried dark red bloodstains and scratches, clearly indicating that they had been through a fierce battle.

Many of the corpses had their rotting flesh peeled off, exposing their pale bones.

Enveloped in deathly aura, it gleamed with a cold, hard luster. The dense deathly aura swirled around it like a black mist, even making the air feel cold and viscous.

Their combat power is several times more ferocious than that of ordinary general-level demons.

The undead have no vital weaknesses; even with their arms severed or legs shattered, they can still drag their broken bodies and continue charging, hacking and slashing with swords and axes.

The heavy axe blade falls, capable of splitting the hard rock ground and carving deep furrows.

The sharp blade sweeps across, cutting through even the finest iron armor like paper, demonstrating terrifying close-combat dominance.

Moreover, even without a throat, they can still emit a low growl.

This roar was not a meaningless howl, but a precise command that directed a large number of slave-level corpses hidden deep within the death aura, causing these low-level undead to form a dark, small horde of corpses and launch a mass charge regardless of the cost.

At this moment, the leading axe-wielding corpse stopped and turned its small head slightly.

The hollow eye sockets were aimed at the team on the other side of the Yin-Yang line, and the axe-like forelimbs rubbed lightly against the ground, making a harsh "crunching" sound.

The war is about to start.

.......

Outside the ancient capital: The Soul Devourers' Iron Defense Line

On the other side of the Yin-Yang line, passing by, is the Iron Warrior Squad of the Soul Devourer Legion.

Ten people in a row, their formations as neat as if cut by a knife.

Each step landed with a dull, thunderous sound, making the ground tingle slightly, a stark contrast to the chaotic, deathly silence on the side of the dead.

These steel warriors are all enormous, standing at 2.5 meters tall, and covered in thick, dark gray armor.

The armor surface is polished smooth yet rugged, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster.

In the very center of his chest was engraved a ferocious Taotie pattern, with a faint light embedded deep within the pattern, as if it were about to open its huge mouth to devour energy at any moment;

On the half-meter-long shoulder armor on both sides of the shoulders, the pattern of the vengeful dog is clearly branded. The dog's eyes are wide open, its fangs are exposed, and it exudes a terrifying ferocity, as if it is intimidating all the dead.

The left and right chest armor sections feature the single-headed eagle, the emblem that originally represented S.H.I.E.L.D. and now serves as the symbol for the Iron Warriors unit!

[Don't confuse this with that deadly double-headed eagle!]

On the helmet on their heads was the dragon flag, representing the Great Xia Dynasty, which the branded individuals wore.

Supporting this steel shell is the super serum unique to the Soul Eater Legion.

The first 19 components of this serum are the same bloodline factors, which strengthen their physique.

Furthermore, the three different bloodline factors in different serums of different teams endow different Iron Warriors with different core legion abilities.

The core of the Soul Devourer Legion's ability is to devour spirits—whether it's the magical energy of demons or the soul energy of the undead, as long as they come into contact with the armor or are brought close by them, they will be forcibly devoured and converted into their own energy supply.

It can be described as a vessel for the dead and a machine for creating magic stones.

Especially ghosts and other spirits are considered "delicious snacks" by them.

Without needing to attack deliberately, it can directly absorb and dissolve weak ghosts simply by drawing in the energy around it.

What's most eye-catching are the four dynamic flywheels they carry on their backs.

The flywheels come in various shapes, but the two that are universal are disc-shaped with a surface covered with dense missile launch holes—these are attack flywheels that carry 12×3 micro missiles, and a single salvo can create a dense fire net covering a large area.

The other two are long and narrow, and are the Radiant Flywheels that the Legion specifically requested to be developed.

This flywheel integrates laser and light magic through a special array, making it highly targeted.

Each long flying wheel can release 9×2 high-intensity radiant rays at once, and can also condense 2 incredibly powerful light cannons, which have a deadly restraining effect on the undead.

Besides their long-range firepower, their close-quarters combat and area-of-effect suppression capabilities are equally impressive.

A row of 24 grenades hung neatly at his waist, of various types and with a clear division of labor: there were general-purpose atomic grenades (each weighing 250 grams) that carried 50 milligrams of gold atoms or 12 milligrams of gas atoms, which could release devastating energy waves, high temperatures and energy shocks after exploding;

There are fragmentation grenades specifically designed to clear out low-level enemies; the shrapnel spreads over a wide area and is extremely lethal.

There are also Light Grenades, which target spirits, vengeful spirits, and other spiritual entities. When detonated, they release pure light energy that directly purifies the spirits.

At this moment, the power wheels behind the ten steel warriors began to slowly idle, emitting a soft hum.

The cold armor reflected the faint light of dawn, forming a steel defensive line next to the Yin-Yang line, creating a tense standoff with the horde of sword-wielding corpses opposite.

..........

Outside the ancient capital: An unusual brush past each other

However, a strange scene happened.

Contrary to expectations, the two groups of people moved simultaneously, slowly advancing towards each other.

Even though their gazes were already locked on each other, even though the other's aura was so intense that it could not be ignored—the putrid deathly aura of the undead, the cold sharpness of steel and energy.

Both sides acted as if they hadn't seen or sensed it.

His expression was so calm it was almost numb, as if this were just an ordinary patrol encounter.

This scene was so unusual that it made one's heart tighten.

The Iron Warriors of the Soul Devourer Legion were born to subdue undead creatures and spirit demons.

Their super serum instilled in them a thirst for soul energy and a suppression of ghostly undead, almost an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

At this moment, the Taotie patterns on their chests remained silent, and the radiant flying wheels on their backs were only maintaining the lowest speed, showing no sign of launching an attack.

Why don't they take action?

Why turn a blind eye to the "heretics" who are right next door?

What's even more puzzling is the enemy's axe-wielding corpse general.

The undead are inherently thirsty for life and blood; bloodlust is an instinct etched into their soul core.

But these sword and axe-wielding corpses had eerie green flames flickering steadily in their empty eye sockets, without the slightest agitation.

That ferocity, which could erupt at any moment, seemed to be suppressed by some invisible force.

They did not roar.

They did not charge with swords or axes.

Even his steps were perfectly straight.

Tread - Tread -

The heavy footsteps of the axe-wielding corpses trod on the earth covered with withered bones, dull and dragging, each step carrying the somber weight of death.

Da da—da da—

It was the crisp, rhythmic sound of the mechanical joints of the steel warrior turning, the metal feet striking the ground and kicking up fine dust.

Two distinct footsteps intertwined, yet without any confusion, instead forming an eerie rhythm.

The group gradually drew closer, getting closer and closer.

The death aura of the undead gently collided with the energy field around the Iron Warrior, creating subtle ripples, but still did not cause any conflict.

The axe-wielding zombies at the very front will brush past the Iron Warriors.

The former's axe blade and the latter's shoulder armor almost touched, but they both tacitly turned slightly to avoid contact.

The difference is clear.

The undead army remained on the deathly side of the Yin-Yang line, while the steel warriors stood firm on the human side shrouded in the dawn. Even when they passed each other, neither side crossed the line by even half a step.

Soon, the two groups passed each other and continued on their respective patrol routes.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the atmosphere on both sides of the Yin-Yang line returned to silence, as if the encounter had never happened.

But that lingering sense of unease clung to my heart like vines—why were they so in sync?

What secret lies behind this?

Does the public know this?