The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Everywhere inside the pass was filled with panicked Tumo soldiers.

Their eyes were filled with despair and fear, and many of them even had bloody wounds on their bodies.

"Help!"

"Spare my life!"

"Master Evil Ghost, please spare my life!"

"asshole!!"

"These damn evil spirits!"

The usually majestic Tumo warriors and wizards were now like rats whose nests were flooded by water. They were running around in panic, trampling on each other from time to time.

As for why...

Just look at the terracotta warriors with skull faces holding bloody bone knives in their hands, and the ghosts that occasionally shuttle through the darkness, and you will know.

"How could this be!?" Coach Tumo of Tiemenguan looked at everything in front of him and roared with bloodshot eyes.

Just a few hours ago, Tiemen Pass was still so awe-inspiring and inviolable.

All the undead who dare to approach it will be shattered into pieces and fall into the abyss.

however……

The Undead Army is Endless!!

The Tumo soldiers shot every arrow, smashed every stone, and the wizards used up the last bottle of potion -

But we still haven't been able to eliminate those horrible undead spirits!

They are still endless!

How could such a terrible disaster happen!?

When the soldiers were exhausted, the warriors could no longer lift their swords or guns, and the wizards felt dizzy just by mobilizing their mental strength—

In front of the Iron Gate Pass, which was as towering as a mountain, the undead used their own bones to pile up an equally towering mountain.

Then, these undead spirits charged directly into the pass!!

The giggling ghosts sucked up every bit of the pass and were able to launch magical attacks.

The clay figurines swung their swords and slashed at every living creature that could still move.

Although Tumo's commander tried his best to organize a resistance, the exhausted Tumo soldiers were no match for the undead army.

In desperation, the Tumo soldiers turned and ran.

"How could this happen?" Tumo's commander looked on in dismay as the fleeing Tumo soldiers were chopped down one by one by the clay figurines that caught up with them.

He just felt that the world was so ridiculous.

At this moment, Tumo's coach suddenly felt a chill on his face.

"Hmm?" He subconsciously stretched out his hand, only to see snowflakes falling on his palm.

It turned out that heavy snow had begun to fall from the sky without anyone noticing.

"Snow?" The Tumo Tiemenguan coach was stunned at first, then ecstatic.

This is the Holy Snow Great Wizard taking action!

I'd heard that he was living in seclusion nearby, but I didn't expect it to be true!

"Venerable Saint Snow is here!"

"Brothers, we are saved!!"

"Crack, crack." A clay figurine strode forward, drew out a long sword, and slashed at a frightened Tumo soldier.

Then, its hand froze.

The Terracotta Warrior looked at his arm in confusion.

I saw a thin layer of frost condensed on it.

It was the frost that froze

All its joints make it unable to move.

"Plop--" The next moment, the frost solidified and the legs of the Terracotta Warriors crumbled into pieces. The clay warriors lost their balance and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Then, the soul fire went out and it was no longer moving.

"..." The Tumo soldier looked at the shattered clay figurine blankly, then looked around.

He suddenly discovered that this was not an isolated case.

In the heavy snow, the previously powerful and unstoppable undead army is now cracking inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, countless terracotta warriors turned into broken bones and mud on the ground.

"This snow..." The Tumo soldier cried with joy.

"Venerable Saint Snow has come to save us!"

"Long live the Holy Snow Venerable!!"

They cheered wildly, their voices filled with joy at surviving the disaster.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

As if in response to everyone's cheers, an extremely huge yak appeared in the eyes of the Tumo soldiers with a leisurely pace.

The visitor was wearing a white robe, his body was skinny, and he was curled up on the back of a yak, looking like a shepherd boy herding cattle.

However, no one dared to underestimate this supreme wizard of the Tumo Empire.

"Long live!"

"Our savior is here!!"

Whether they were soldiers, warriors, or wizards, they all wept and prostrated themselves on the ground, weeping and laughing as if they had seen a savior. And the Great Wizard Saint Snow lived up to everyone's expectations.

Wherever he went, the Terracotta Warriors were shattered.

"Hehe, hehe—" Ghosts emerged and tried to absorb his magic power.

"It's so annoying." He spoke hoarsely, as if his voice had been smoking for hundreds of years.

The Holy Snow Wizard stretched out his finger and tapped lightly.

"Everyone disappear."

An invisible ice ring centered on his outstretched finger and swept across in all directions.

The ghosts that came into contact with the terrifying cold were frozen into ice sculptures in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards——

"Click, click!"

They were like broken mirrors, shattering into pieces all over the ground and finally disappearing.

"Your Excellency!" At this time, the commander of Tumo Tiemenguan Pass hurriedly came forward with his confidants to kneel down and worship.

"I am extremely grateful to the great Venerable Saint Snow for saving us pathetic ants. We..."

"What's the matter?" The Great Wizard Saint Snow said slowly.

"Wait until I clean them all up."

In this way, the Holy Snow Great Wizard rode a yak and slowly walked to the top of the city wall, looking with his cloudy eyes at the towering mountain made of bones and soil.

"So that's what happened."

He nodded indifferently.

Then, he showed one of his hands, which looked like a dry eagle claw.

The special runes on it were now like flowing flames, emitting a faint light.

In an instant.

A terrible storm came.

The howling blizzard was like a murderous wind coming from the most terrifying abyss in the world.

Wherever it goes, the sky and the earth change color and the rocks crumble.

The terrifying cold is enough to destroy everything in the world!

Even the clay figurines, the mountains built of mud and bones, were no exception. Under the ice blades brought by the strong wind, the already loose earth mountains immediately collapsed and turned into powder...

Then, just like a building being blown up, it was completely razed to the ground and rolled into the abyss on the side.

They left nothing behind except the mess on the ground.

"yeah!"

"Long live!"

"We are saved! We are saved!!"

The cheers of the Tumo defenders shook the earth and reached the sky.

"Sure enough." The Tumo Tiemenguan coach wiped his tears.

"As long as our venerable is still here, the Tang invaders will never be able to break through here!"

"Humph--"

"We lost so many undead troops."

"I think Tang Kou's necromancer must be heartbroken."

"He must be deeply regretting his reckless actions..."

However, things were actually a little different from what he imagined.

"Oh my god!!"

Shu Yichao was ecstatic as he watched so many of his troops evaporate in an instant.

"Great!"

“There are still many good people in this world.”

"It saves me so much maintenance costs all at once."

He quickly operated.

"Pull the troops from other places over here and send them away—"

So, the next day, it was still dark.

The defenders of Tiemen Pass once again felt the familiar sensation of the earth shaking.

“They’re coming again!!”

They were dumbfounded.

"How many monsters are there!?"

Even the Great Wizard Saint Snow couldn't help but tremble slightly with his hands hidden in his robe.

Although he looked easy and comfortable in destroying the army of clay figurines.

But in fact, the consumption of mana is extremely huge——

It's not even one night yet, and my magic power hasn't recovered yet, so how come the army of clay figurines appears again?

But now that things have come to this, he can't just pat his butt and leave.

Well, just consider it as a little more tiring work.

After finishing it, go back and rest for a while.

So, the Great Wizard Saint Snow took action again.

Of course, I can't do it all myself this time.

He was like a hermit, watching the Tumo army and the clay undead fighting for their lives on the snow.

When the Tumo army could no longer hold out, he attacked again, turning the fierce army of clay figurines into flying snow dust...