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.
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
