Origin Paradise!

No objection.

Since Jiang He has made her decision, none of the core members of the team, including Si Ning, will object.

Chapter 598 The Fall of the Six Immortals

March 20th, the first year of the Kaihuang era.

Outside Luoyang, three thousand fierce guards were assembled, all equipped with skeletal dragon riders, black battle swords, powerful bows and arrows, top-grade Yang steel armor, and lances.

Zhuang Ya immediately donned the Divine Hunter Set, and after using the Set Enhancement Scroll, the Divine Hunter Set had been upgraded to the Immortal level.

Si Ning changed her women's palace attire into a black hunting outfit in the style of the Northern Wei Dynasty. With the support of the current orthodox sect, the set she was wearing was now of epic quality and focused entirely on defense. Her previous unorthodox, purely offensive style had received unanimous negative reviews from the orthodox elders.

At dawn, the Divine Guard set off.

High above, the avian army and a large number of wooden kites were locked in a fierce battle, vying for control of the field of vision.

Thanks to the strength of the Southern Liang Dynasty and the Divine Transformation Gu Diao, the ragtag bird army expanded rapidly, with its members approaching 30,000. Various ferocious birds shot down the wooden kites from the sky.

[Hint: Countdown to Dragon Vein Acquisition: 30 calendar days]

At noon, Mianchi came into view.

Jiang He waved his hand, and the three thousand evil spirit guards plunged black daggers into the back of their heads. This was the result of a quasi-alchemy master. The number of kills by the guards would be counted as the creator of the mysterious realm, thereby accelerating the accumulation of the power of the savage dragon.

"Boss, Mianchi currently has 120,000 troops, all of whom are the direct forces of the Prince of Pingxi's mansion. These include the Hundred Mountains Army, heavy infantry from Shu, the Heavy Sword Army, who practice swordsmanship, and the Arrow Piercing Army, who control heavy crossbows. These elite troops are led by the Prince of Pingxi's heir who returned from Northern Wei."

A gray eagle landed and reported on the situation in the city.

"Just go in and kill them."

A black longbow appeared in Jiang He's hand. With a pull of two fingers, the string was drawn to its fullest extent, and his inner energy gathered into an arrow. When the arrow shot out, a thunderous roar swept out.

Boom!

Like a tornado striking head-on, the entire city trembled, walls collapsed, bricks shattered, and rubble rained down from the city walls. Thousands of defending soldiers screamed as they were pierced by flying stones, and a massive number of their remains fell to the ground, carving deep craters.

The King of Sin's hunting bow shattered the southern city wall of Mianchi with a single arrow, leaving only the city tower, forged from Yang steel, barely standing.

On the city tower, the heir of the Prince of Pingxi, dressed in a purple-red python robe, was deathly pale. The battle to defend the city, which he had envisioned as a chance to make a name for himself, had become a joke. Mianchi had been a formidable city since ancient times, and it had been lost very few times. It was even more unprecedented to be destroyed in an instant like this.

"The sky is tilting!"

"Quickly inform my father that the emperor has entered the pass."

The Prince of Pingxi's eyes were resolute. He firmly grasped the wrist of the guard who was the hero, and said heavily, "Please tell Miss Qianqian that our fate in this life is shallow, but we will repay each other in the next."

The guard nodded emphatically and immediately turned to leave. Dongfang Qianqian of Miaoyin Pavilion was the latest candidate for the number one beauty in the world. She was skilled in using twin swords and her attacks were continuous. In addition, she was ranked first on the Rouge Ranking. She was truly the number one beauty in the world.

He knew that the Crown Prince and the other person met while traveling in Northern Wei. If the emperor had not entered the pass, the two would surely have been an immortal couple.

In an instant, the Divine Guard entered the city. These monstrous soldiers, at the level of sub-heroes, worked in teams of ten and began hunting throughout the city.

Thirty thousand heavy sword soldiers formed a battle array in the city. The leading heavy sword general, his eyes filled with a death wish, glared fiercely at the Southern Liang emperor in his dragon robe at the very front and roared.

"I am the foremost general under the Prince of Pingxi!"

"He who comes is stopped!"

Upon hearing this, Si Ning couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. This general from the Prince's Palace actually had quite a talent for humor.

Jiang He's eyes were calm as a pair of Heavenly King Black Wings extended from his back. Each iron feather was like obsidian soaked in the night, shimmering with a cold and eerie luster. The edges of the wings were as sharp as blades, and between the wing membranes, there was a faint black mist surging, as if countless dead souls were struggling and hating within it.

Thirty thousand iron feathers burst forth.

After combining the wings of the silkworm butterfly, the blood wings of the vampire, and the wings of the angel, the feathers of the Heavenly King Black Wings possess a sharpness and sturdiness at the sub-legendary level. A single volley is no different from a sub-legendary level spell.

Whoosh whoosh!

"Array up!"

Wherever the iron feather passed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the space. The thirty thousand heavy swordsmen had just raised their heavy steel shields when the sharp feather pierced through layers of armor, like a hot knife cutting through butter, instantly shattering countless armor defenses.

Wow!

Blood mixed with bits of flesh exploded like fountains, severed limbs flew into the air, and screams and shrieks of flying debris intertwined to create a living hell. Iron feather storms swept across the land, and winding streams of blood dyed the entire battlefield crimson.

A single wing attack completely shredded the heavy sword army.

Si Ning reined in her horse and clapped enthusiastically.

"Awesome, bro."

Jiang He glanced at the guy. In the past, he would have made him do the work long ago, but since he had become a core partner, being a little lazy was not a serious problem.

In the east of the city, a figure in white was running wildly among the heavily armed infantry.

Zhuang Ya's eyes were icy cold as she gripped the Imperial Sword tightly and slashed wildly. Body after body exploded before her, armor and all. With a single horizontal slash, dozens of terrified heads fell to the ground. As she advanced rapidly, countless fountains of blood gushed forth along the way.

The long dress, made of white snake scales, was stained red with blood.

Zhuang Ya turned around and saw that the heavy infantry formation had already been broken through.

She casually wiped the sweat from her forehead, and the patterns on her snake-like body repaired the wounds caused by the evil spirits. A phantom giant snake tail swept across the area, crushing all the heavily armed elites who surged forward.

At the same time, the three thousand divine guards transformed into streaks of light, repeatedly charging and killing throughout the city. Before the giant crossbows on the city walls could even fire, they were all reduced to fragments.

Just one hour.

Corpses littered the ground in Mianchi, and blood flowed like a river.

Jiang He rode on horseback, and endless black light surged forth.

"If we take into account equipment, warhorses, casualties, and losses from killing, roughly one thousand soldiers can create one Evil God Guardian, provided that they are so-called ordinary people with a life level equivalent to ordinary gold."

Alchemy began, and one hundred and twenty evil spirit guards were born.

Zhuang Ya trotted over and mounted Jiang He's warhorse. Because she was too violent, her skeletal warhorse was shot and killed.

Si Ning stroked her chin, turned her head and plucked a lot of white fox fur from the fox's tail. A short, needle-like sword continued to weave, and soon a snow-white fox fur was created.

"Miss Xiaoya, this is for you. You can use it to wipe your hands when you're fighting, so your hand won't slip when you're holding the sword."

Zhuang Ya stared blankly at the snow-white fox fur coat. The quality was secondary; the main thing was that it was really beautiful. According to what she had learned in the private school in Qingzhou, generals all had cloaks to wipe away blood.

"Thank you." Zhuang Ya accepted the fox fur coat.

Si Ning smiled charmingly, blinked, and said, "You're becoming more and more like Lao He."

When she was hacking through the enemy lines, the little girl's violent expression bore at least a 70% resemblance to someone else.

Zhuang Ya didn't answer, but instead reached out from behind and hugged Jiang He's waist and abdomen.

The divine guards cleaned up the battlefield, piling up the trash containing extraordinary factors. Jiang He then took it back to the Gluttony Blessed Land and refined it in the Heavenly Imperial City for future use.

Two guards ran over excitedly, while the heir of the Prince of Pingxi dragged his feet along the ground; his face was so worn that it was unrecognizable.

"Boss, we've caught a prince."

"Boss, I caught it first."

When it comes to their prey, the Divine Guards have a professional approach: severing the major tendons of the limbs to prevent escape, quickly castrating them to prevent them from becoming untamed, piercing their knees and elbows with broken arrows, and finally binding them with thorns.

The Prince of Pingxi's face was contorted with rage. This inhuman torture must have been ordered by the Emperor; otherwise, how could the servants have dared to be so audacious?

"Tyrant, Chang'an will be your graveyard!"

Jiang He had no interest in a prince and waved his hand, saying, "Tie him to the banner, send a team of guards to warn the troops along the way that if they refuse to surrender, they will end up like him, a rabble. Send a letter of persuasion to the Prince of Pingxi as a token gesture."

"Understood," Wuhe replied, using the gray eagle's body.

"Kill me if you want, why humiliate me!"

"You tyrant who murdered your own family, you deserve a terrible death!"

Two guards removed the tongue of the Prince of Pingxi's heir and dragged him away.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Divine Guard Army left the city and headed west.

Shiguan is located between two mountain ranges.

The military alliance deployed elite troops from three towns here, totaling 200,000 elite cavalry, led by Linghu Ran, the Grand General of the Northern Wei.

Faced with the emperor's surprise attack, Linghu Ran chose to go out of the city to meet the enemy. According to the news brought back by the scouts, the city walls of Mianchi were of no use.

Two hundred thousand men were crammed between two mountain ranges, as if fighting a desperate battle with their backs to the wall. When they saw the smoke and dust ahead, Linghu Ran ordered the entire army to take Zhuyan Pills, and their fighting spirit surged like the sea in an instant.

"kill!"

On the horizon, a writhing black line began to surge forward, instantly transforming into a surging wave, rolling like a tide. The thunderous hooves shook the earth, and the eyes of the elite Northern Wei cavalrymen were bloodshot, filled with extreme and excited fighting spirit.

The three thousand Divine Guards showed no weakness and continued their charge.

One hundred feet, fifty feet, ten feet...

The two armies clashed violently!

Jiang He unleashed a punch, releasing a torrent of black flames that forcefully pierced through the seemingly endless, thick cavalry formation ahead.

The armor melted, and flesh was charred and torn apart.

Ten miles ahead, flames raged everywhere, and the torrent of fire pierced through the Northern Wei cavalry, turning more than 30,000 people into ashes.

As the two armies clashed, Si Ning casually swung her nine enormous, snow-white fox tails. With each strike, she blasted several suits of armor apart. The white shadows danced wildly, like long ribbons fluttering in the wind, clearing large areas around her time and time again, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.

One of the fierce guards, like a whack-a-mole, raised his lance and kept smashing it down. His speed, at a near-hero level, was so fast that it left afterimages. The sounds of skulls exploding and bones shattering were incessant.

Swords flashed and shadows soared into the sky as the Evil Guards displayed astonishing lethality. Every move they made was the result of ten years of arduous training. A single spear thrust pierced through five people, and a flash of sword light cleaved seven people in half at the waist. The guards, in groups of three or five, coordinated perfectly, rushing into the enemy ranks like whirlwinds, leaving a trail of blood and flesh in their wake.

The charge lasted for half an hour.

Three thousand divine guards pierced through the battle formation of the Northern Wei iron cavalry.

General Linghu Ran had long been killed by someone's casual hammer, his body turning into bloody mud under the hooves of the Skeleton Dragon Riders. In just one exchange, the Northern Wei Iron Cavalry suffered a 40% loss, leaving the ground covered in crimson.

However, after taking the Zhu Yan Pill, this elite force did not collapse, but instead turned around one after another in a frenzy and launched a second wave of attacks.

The two cavalry forces collided like two black torrents, and in an instant, blood mist carrying fragments of armor soared into the air.

A fierce guard roared as he plunged his lance into the enemy's chest. Then, he drew his black sword from his waist and slashed it into the face of an enemy to the side. Warm blood flowed from his tiger's mouth, and his warhorse immediately reared up, its front hooves crushing the skull of the fallen cavalryman, blood and mud splattering everywhere.

At the rear, a thousand fierce guards drew their bows and fired rapidly. The powerful arrows swept through the air like a swarm of locusts. With the strength of a near-hero, they fired ten rounds in succession, and tens of thousands of arrows pierced and killed more than 20,000 enemy soldiers, tearing through the battlefield.

The two sides crossed paths again.

The charge suddenly resumed, seemingly tireless. After five such attacks, the corpses piled up into hills, and a few warhorses neighed mournfully at the loss of their masters. Thick blood mist filled the mountains.

The cavalry of the three towns of Northern Wei were completely wiped out.

Jiang He flicked the blood from his palm, and a dragon shadow circled around him. The dragon had two heads and four horns, and it looked ferocious and terrifying.

"The power of two ancient savage dragons."

Boom!

The mountains on both sides exploded, and the pre-prepared gunpowder triggered the explosion. Players in the other three battlefields were climbing the technology tree, and Mianchi and Shiguan were both traps.

In an instant, the earth shook and mountains trembled. Countless boulders crashed down, swaying and emitting streaks of crimson light. The collapsing mountain range sent forth a stone river that rushed from both sides, as if it were a natural disaster.

The evil guards showed no panic, but all looked at their leader. Dying in battle was nothing, but their leader should have a solution.

call!

With its enormous black wings outstretched, Jiang He took to the sky.

With a single finger strike, immense force was unleashed, the powerful energy shattering the boulder like a long, horizontal spear.

Jiang He continued to strike, his speed increasing rapidly. Countless spears of powerful energy burst forth, causing the earth and sky to tremble. A gale gathered, and the Heavenly Hunter, having integrated his speed abilities, made it increasingly difficult even for ordinary heroes to discern his attacks.

Boom boom boom!

A chaotic surge of energy pressed down on the sky, causing countless boulders to shatter, and the debris and dust almost completely obscured the sky.

A frenzied attack that lasted for a full minute.

Not a single formed stone fell from beginning to end.

The surging winds were sharp as knives, slicing the earth with cracks, as the Golden King unleashed his power without restraint.

"There shouldn't be any true essence left."

"Terrifying, is there really such an abnormal existence as the King of the Era?"

"Speaking of which, can the six of us manage?"