A Light-attribute Sacred Artifact?
What is that?
Hearing Ye Chuan's words, everyone looked toward his hand, only to see a dark-gold flag radiating a golden light from top to bottom.
The moment the flag appeared, it fluttered without any wind, snapping loudly.
A pressure originating from the depths of the soul swept across the field, causing the 300,000 soldiers below to subconsciously hold their breath. Even the warhorses began to paw the ground restlessly, neighing in distress.
"Open!"
"Souls, come forth!"
The Human Emperor Banner suddenly expanded several times in size. As the flag whipped around, countless pitch-black ghosts surged out from within.
These ghosts took various forms—some were powerful humans, others were monstrous beasts. Now imprisoned by the Human Emperor Banner, they became Ye Chuan's combat force.
A million ghosts spread out like a black tide, instantly blotting out the sun and dyeing the entire sky ink-black!
The ghosts shrieked and roared, carrying endless resentment and killing intent as they lunged toward the Toronto army below.
The dense, unending sight was like the coming of the apocalypse, causing the smiles on the soldiers' faces to freeze instantly, replaced by absolute terror and panic.
"Wha—what are those things?!"
"Undead! So many undead!"
Boom! A million ghosts crashed into the mobile magic array surrounding the Toronto army. A pale blue magical barrier instantly lit up, rippling with layer upon layer of energy.
The ghosts frantically assaulted the barrier, but they were firmly held back. No matter how they shrieked or slammed against it, they could not penetrate the seemingly thin film of light.
Ye Chuan seemed a bit surprised by this. "Interesting. This magic array can actually block soul attacks. The magic of the Aether Continent is more impressive than I thought."
He had thought a million ghosts would be enough to break the formation instantly, but he hadn't expected the mobile magic array's defense to be so solid, specifically reinforced against spell-based attacks.
No wonder a Rank 7 combatant wasn't enough to turn the tide of the war.
On the other side, Leodo's pupils shrank in fear at the sight of the sun-blotting ghosts, a cold sweat breaking out across his back.
He had never seen such a massive legion of the dead. Even the empire's top necromancers could never summon ghosts on such a scale.
But when he saw the ghosts blocked by the magic array, unable to break through, his tense nerves instantly relaxed, followed by a burst of arrogant laughter.
"Hahaha! I thought you actually had some skill, but you're just a piece of trash who can only summon the undead!"
Flapping his wings, Leodo mocked from his high vantage point,
"You think you can break through my empire's mobile magic array with just these pathetic spirits? Wishful thinking!"
He raised his hand and shouted to the troops below:
"What are you panicking for?! With the magic array protecting us, these undead can't hurt us! Magic Cannon units, fire at full power! Blast this necromancer to bits!"
"Yes, sir!" Three Super Magic Cannons instantly charged to full capacity, their muzzles glowing with a blinding white light. Then, three beams of magical energy, carrying world-ending power, blasted toward Ye Chuan!
Everywhere the beams passed, the air was scorched into distortion, and even space itself rippled with faint tremors!
The hills below were grazed by the beams and instantly pulverized; more than half the mountain range was leveled in an instant.
The Toronto soldiers erupted in joy at the sight—
This was the power of the Super Magic Cannons; even a Rank 7 powerhouse would be blown to smithereens by a direct hit!
This arrogant necromancer was surely dead!
But the expected instant kill did not happen.
Facing the three lethal magic beams, Ye Chuan merely raised his right hand nonchalantly. A grayish-black light shield flickered at his fingertips—a defensive barrier condensed from the Power of Chaos.
The beams slammed violently into the light shield with a deafening roar. The blinding brilliance illuminated the entire sky, but that seemingly thin shield remained motionless, blocking and absorbing all the impact.
As the light faded, Ye Chuan remained floating in the same spot, his robes fluttering, not even a single strand of hair out of place.
The three magic cannon strikes, capable of flattening mountains, were like a mere itch to him, not even worth mentioning.
Chaos!
Ye Chuan looked down upon them, his pressure fully manifest.
The entire field fell into a deathly silence.
The Toronto soldiers stood with their mouths agape, faces filled with disbelief, forgetting even to breathe.
Leodo's smile froze as well, the mockery in his eyes turning into shock, then replaced by deep wariness—
What kind of monster was this? To block an attack from Super Magic Cannons so easily!
"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!" Leodo's voice was thick with panic,
"How could you possibly block the Super Magic Cannons?!"
Ye Chuan glanced at the magic cannons. "Impressive power, but..."
"Don't get cocky."
"Hmph! So what if you can block the magic cannons?" Leodo forced himself to remain calm, stubbornly retorting,
"You can't break my magic array! Even if you are a necromancer, you can only watch as we cross White Demon Valley and destroy your supply camp!
You can't do anything to me, nor can you do anything to this army of 300,000!"
"Oh? Who said I can't do anything to you?" Ye Chuan suddenly grinned,
"It's just a magic array. Breaking things like this is my specialty."
With those words, thick grayish-black Chaos Power erupted from Ye Chuan's body. This energy surged toward the Human Emperor Banner like a tide, flowing through the flag and into the bodies of the million ghosts.
The originally pitch-black spirits were instantly enveloped in Chaos Power, taking on a faint grayish-black luster, their auras becoming increasingly eerie and violent.
"Go!" Ye Chuan commanded softly. The ghosts, now bolstered by Chaos Power, charged at the magic array once more.
This time, the Chaos Power ignored the rules of the magic array, like an invisible blade slicing effortlessly through the pale blue barrier.
The once-indestructible mobile magic array shattered and melted like paper before the Chaos Power, unable to offer even a shred of resistance.
"What?!" Leodo jolted in terror. He tried to reactivate the magic array, only to find that it had completely collapsed, unable to draw even a sliver of energy.
The million ghosts, like wild horses breaking their reins, instantly swamped the 300,000-strong Toronto army.
The ghosts frantically tore at the soldiers' souls. Screams and wails rose and fell in an endless, deafening chorus.
Before the Chaos Ghosts, the soldiers were defenseless, forced to let their souls be devoured as their bodies collapsed into cold corpses on the ground.
Leodo tried to flee, but he was ensnared by countless ghosts.
He flapped his wings, unleashing wave after wave of wind magic, but when the magic hit the ghosts, it was instantly disintegrated by the Chaos Power.
His soul was relentlessly torn by the ghosts, causing unbearable agony. His eyes were filled with despair and regret—
He never imagined that his proud army of 300,000 would be completely annihilated by a single man.
Annihilated by one person!
Impossible!
Who on earth was this?!
In just a short moment, the 300,000 elite Toronto troops were wiped out. On the plains, only a sea of corpses remained, alongside countless soul fragments dancing in the air.
Drawn by the powerful suction emanating from the Human Emperor Banner, the souls surged into the fabric in a continuous stream. They were refined into fresh energy for the artifact, causing the golden radiance shimmering on the banner's surface to grow increasingly vibrant.
Ye Chuan raised his hand and recalled the Human Emperor Banner. He looked down at the plains below, a landscape now carpeted with corpses. A flicker of emotion seemed to cross his features, but after a long silence, he murmured softly, "This is the price of invasion."
After seizing the abandoned siege engines, he casually summoned a wave of fire, incinerating the remains until every last body was reduced to ash.
As if he had performed a task of no consequence, his figure blurred, and he vanished from the spot.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
