My Soldiers, My Assets

Old Master Li took out a wolf-head bone staff and smashed it into the ground. It was obviously a bizarre artifact.

A red light flashed, and a blood-colored wolf soul appeared out of nowhere, biting tightly onto a divine corpse's calf.

Wanyan Gu carried half a wooden pillar from a granary and rushed forward.

"I'm coming too!"

Xiao Chen was shocked. "You're fighting a divine corpse with a piece of wood?"

Wanyan Gu said earnestly, "My weapon broke, this is all I have left."

Xiao Chen spat blood in anger. "Then you might as well headbutt it!"

Wanyan Gu's eyes lit up.

"Makes sense."

Xiao Chen's face turned green.

"I was cursing at you! Not giving a suggestion!"

The heroes fought desperately to stall the eight divine corpses.

They knew they couldn't hurt them.

But they only needed to buy time.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

For Wang Hao, it was enough.

The sword light in Wang Hao's left hand lit up for the third time.

This time, that line of white light was no longer faint.

It was like the first ray of light struck at the beginning of the world.

"Heaven-Cleaving Nine Swords."

"Third Sword, Severing Karma."

Swish!

The white light fell.

The black chains let out an ear-piercing friction sound.

Cracks instantly ran through the entire chain projection.

Crack!

It broke.

The first projection of the God-Burying Chain was completely severed.

The moment it broke, the dark patterns on that divine corpse instantly went out.

The eerie green ghost fire also suddenly dimmed by half.

The injury on its chest stopped recovering.

The cracked bone seams in its arm no longer healed.

Wang Hao's eyes lit up.

"Good."

"The internet is disconnected."

The New Emperor Sword yelled excitedly, "Can we dismantle it now?"

Wang Hao raised his palm.

"Dismantle."

Fifth Palm.

Suppress the Heavens.

Boom!!!

A golden palm print pressed down like a sky.

That divine corpse, which had lost the chain's repair, was slapped into the ground.

The earth collapsed.

The cracks spread for ten miles.

Immediately after, the eighth floor of the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda lit up.

The Thunder Phoenix flapped its wings out for the second time.

Red-gold lightning pierced through heaven and earth.

Boom!

The divine corpse's chest was completely blasted apart.

The cyan-gray flesh shattered into fragments that filled the sky.

The three-zhang-tall ancient divine corpse was beaten to a pulp in the true sense for the first time.

Wang Hao landed on the edge of the deep pit and reached out his hand to grab it.

A broken fragment of the black chain flew into his palm.

The fragment wasn't big, only the length of a palm.

But it was as heavy as a mountain.

The surface was covered with ancient runic patterns, exuding a palpitating dark aura.

The system light screen emerged.

[Obtained: God-Burying Chain Fragment x1.]

[The progress of the Mystery of Burying Gods has increased to 15%.]

[Hint: The fragment can be used to analyze the seal structure of the God-Burying Abyss.]

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth lifted slightly.

"Valuable."

The New Emperor Sword leaned over and said eagerly, "Let me lick it?"

Wang Hao stored it in his system space.

"Registered into the inventory."

The New Emperor Sword was like being struck by lightning.

"Tyrant! You have no heart!"

Wang Hao said indifferently, "I have a ledger in my heart."

The New Emperor Sword: "..."

At this moment, in the direction of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Xie Wujiu's face was completely gloomy.

The first divine corpse was ruined.

What was even more terrifying was that Wang Hao had found a way.

He wasn't forcibly dismantling it with brute force.

He was analyzing the divine corpse.

He was dismantling the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's ten-thousand-year forbidden object.

Xie Wujiu suddenly felt an absurd fear.

He wasn't fighting a martial artist.

He was delivering the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's trump card into the hands of an extremely greedy, extremely shameless, and extremely resourceful tyrant.

"I can't let him continue."

A ruthless look flashed in Xie Wujiu's eyes.

He pressed his hands on the calculation platform, and the flesh and blood of his ten fingers exploded.

"Innate Extinction Array, Second Form."

"God-Burying Projection."

Boom!

The black chains in the collarbones of the remaining eight divine corpses pierced into the void at the same time.

Above the night sky, darkness suddenly condensed.

A huge palm, so blurry that its boundaries couldn't be seen, extended a phantom from the back of the world.

It hadn't truly fallen yet.

The land for a hundred miles around the Great Zhou military camp had already begun to sink.

Wang Hao looked up.

His eyes finally became a bit more serious.

"This is more like it."

He rolled his wrists.

"Xie Wujiu."

"Send a bit more."

"I don't mind the trouble."

That dark giant palm hung in the night sky.

It didn't have a complete physical form.

It was just a projection.

But the moment it appeared, the hundred miles around Heaven-Severing Ridge seemed to be dragged into another world.

The sky hung low.

The stars were hidden.

Black mist spilled out from the cracks in the void like a tide.

Above the heads of the seven-hundred-thousand-strong army, the blood and qi of the military formation were continuously pressed down.

Countless soldiers felt a tightness in their chests, and eerie whispers sounded in their ears.

"Kneel..."

"Sacrifice..."

"Buried in the Divine Abyss..."

Some young soldiers' hands holding their sabers began to tremble.

It wasn't cowardice.

It was the instinct of their bodies feeling fear.

That aura was too ancient.

So ancient that it seemed to come from before the birth of martial arts, from the era when the human race still looked up at gods and demons in the dark.

A slight commotion began to appear in the army.

Wei Zhongxian's face was as heavy as cold iron.

"Relay the Emperor's verbal edict."

"Those whose military formation is not in chaos, their battle merits will be doubled."

"Those who retreat a single step without authorization, execute."

The agents of the Eastern Depot scattered.

Black clothes like a tide.

Saber light unsheathed.

Military law coldly suppressed the first wave of fear.

But Wei Zhongxian knew that what truly steadied the army was never the saber.

It was that figure standing in the sky.

Wang Hao looked up at the dark giant palm.

Deep in the palm, countless chains could vaguely be seen intertwining into ancient runes.

Those weren't words from later generations.

They were more like scars of rules.

The system light screen popped up.

[Target: God-Burying Projection.]

[Source: An unknown existence deep in the seal of the God-Burying Abyss.]

[Status: Briefly manifested through the chain projections of eight divine corpses.]

[Weakness: Divine corpse chain nodes.]

[Hint: Severing more than three chains can weaken the projection by 50%; severing more than five can cause the projection to collapse.]

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Eight left."

"Sever five, and the projection collapses."

"That means I have to dismantle at least four more."

The New Emperor Sword leaned over. "Tyrant, I feel like your tone is very happy."

Wang Hao said indifferently, "I like work with clear goals."

"Especially work that can be put into the inventory after dismantling."

The New Emperor Sword suddenly realized.

"So you're not fighting monsters."

"You're taking inventory."

Wang Hao said, "Your vision is too small."

"I am expanding state-owned assets."

Below, Patriarch Ren, who was spitting blood, heard this sentence and almost couldn't catch his breath.

He had six ribs broken by a punch from a divine corpse, and now his whole body hurt like he was being educated by his ancestors in turns.

As a result, Wang Hao was still thinking about asset issues.

The Old Master of the Ren family suddenly felt that he was too conservative when he was the family head in the past.

No wonder the Ren family could only be a noble family.

The Emperor of the Great Zhou was fighting a Martial God-level monster, and he still didn't forget to consider recycling.

This was called vision.

The dark giant palm slowly pressed down.

Rumble!

The air let out an overwhelmed explosive sound.

The earth continuously cracked.

Many heavily injured soldiers in the outer camp had their wounds burst open under the pressure.

The military medical camp was in chaos.

"Stop the bleeding!"

"Heart-Protecting Pills!"

"Who the hell put the stretcher under the grain cart? Was your brain stepped on by a divine corpse?"

"Save the living first! Register the completely dead later!"

The military doctors roared until their voices were hoarse.

The black humor seemed particularly ear-piercing in the blood and fire, yet it inexplicably made people want to survive.

Wang Hao glanced at the military camp below.

His eyes turned a bit colder.

He was greedy.

He was shameless.

He liked to calculate accounts.

But these soldiers were his soldiers.

They were his Great Zhou's national strength.

They were his capital to sweep across the Eastern Wasteland in the future.

Xie Wujiu wanted to use the divine corpses to slaughter the army and force him to be distracted.

This calculation was not bad.

Unfortunately, Xie Wujiu forgot one thing.

Wang Hao hated it most when others touched his things.

Especially things that had already been registered and could continue to create value in the future.

"Wei Zhongxian."

Wang Hao's voice fell.

Wei Zhongxian immediately bowed.

"This old servant is here."

"Pass down my order to the entire army."

"Lend me three breaths of your blood qi."

"After the battle, military merits for those participating will be doubled."

"Disability pensions will be doubled."

"Death pensions will be tripled."

Saying this, Wang Hao paused.

"But tell them not to throw their lives away on purpose just for the pension."

"I will investigate."

Wei Zhongxian's mouth twitched, and he immediately shouted the order.

Empowered by true qi, his voice spread throughout the hundred-mile camp.

After a brief silence.

An earth-shattering roar erupted from the army.

"We are willing to lend our blood qi to Your Majesty!"

"The Black Dragon will not retreat!"

"The Great Zhou will not retreat!"

"Victory to Your Majesty!"

Seven hundred thousand soldiers raised their weapons simultaneously.

The Black Dragon flags danced wildly.

Streams of blood qi rose from the military formation.

A single soldier was very weak.

The Skin Forging, Muscle Forging, and Bone Forging realms were not even considered ants in front of a divine corpse.

But when the blood qi of seven hundred thousand people gathered together, it became a vast ocean.

The Emperor's Qi Observation Technique was fully activated, beginning to borrow blood qi and destiny.

The blackish-red blood qi shot into the sky like a tide, merging into the national destiny black dragon behind Wang Hao.

The black dragon roared.

Its scales were menacing.

Its dragon eyes opened, carrying the domineering aura of the Great Zhou Dynasty sweeping across the world.

Wang Hao stood in front of the dragon's phantom, his black sleeping robe fluttering.

At this moment, he didn't look like a lazy emperor who had just woken up.

But rather like a young human sovereign walking out from a mortal dynasty.

Of course, the very next sentence ruined the image.

"Hold on tight."

"Whoever lends less blood qi will have their military merits deducted proportionally after the battle."

The army: "..."

Their morale rose even higher.

Not because of hot blood.

But because they were afraid of deductions.

Xiao Chen lay by the edge of a pit, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Why is his method of boosting morale so messed up?"

Qin Hongye said indifferently, "As long as it works."

Wanyan Gu nodded seriously.

"It's more useful than our Northern Barbarian priests calling upon ancestral spirits."

Ye Guyun looked at Wang Hao in the sky, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Blood qi as the foundation, national destiny as the vanguard."

"He wants to use the military formation to suppress the God Burial projection."

Wang Hao raised his right palm.

The national destiny black dragon coiled around his palm.

The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppressing Pagoda hovered behind him, all nine layers of lightning patterns lighting up simultaneously.

Countless lightning snakes spiraled, like an ocean of lightning weapons.

The remaining eight divine corpses sensed the threat and charged at him simultaneously.

Xie Wujiu clearly didn't want to give Wang Hao a chance to cut the chains.

The eight divine corpses split into two groups.

Four to entangle Wang Hao.

Four to charge at the military camp.

Their goal was very clear.

Slaughter the army.

Force Wang Hao to save them.

Wang Hao's eyes turned completely cold.

"Xie Wujiu."

"You really don't know how to do business."

"The goods have been delivered, and you still want to smash the buyer's warehouse?"

He waved his left hand.

The Thunder Abyss Demon Suppressing Pagoda flew out with a boom, hovering above the military camp.

The pagoda doors opened wide.

Lightning snakes poured down like a torrential rain, forming a wall of lightning to block the four divine corpses charging at the camp.

The lightning snakes couldn't break the divine corpses' physical bodies.

But they could delay them.

They could paralyze them.

They could make their every step a moment slower.

This moment was enough for the military formation to adjust.

Wei Zhongxian shouted sternly, "Demon Suppressing Crossbows, shoot the joints!"

"Formation Masters, seal the earth veins!"

"Anyone below the Sky Traversing Realm, do not get close!"

The Great Zhou army quickly recovered from the chaos.

The Demon Suppressing Crossbows and Runic Cannons no longer randomly shot at the divine corpses' torsos, but concentrated their attacks on joints like the knees, ankles, and shoulders.

The runic arrows couldn't pierce through, but they could create minor interference.

The Formation Masters desperately laid down temporary binding formations.

Streaks of runic light entangled the divine corpses' ankles, only to be shattered the next moment.

But when they shattered, they were laid again.

If someone died, another took their place.

War was never sustained by one person alone.

Even if Wang Hao was incredibly strong, the seven hundred thousand strong army still had to learn to stand firm in the face of a mythical disaster.

Wang Hao took this all in, feeling satisfied in his heart.

"They are still useful."

The New Emperor Sword couldn't help but say, "Can you praise people like a normal human?"

Wang Hao replied, "This is my highest evaluation."

Before his voice faded, the four divine corpses had already arrived in front of him.

Fist shadows blotted out the sky.

Black chains crisscrossed.

The God Burial projection pressed down from above, while the four divine corpses surrounded him from all directions.

Wang Hao didn't retreat but advanced.

"Heaven Imprisoning Earth Overturning Palm."

"First Palm, Suppress the Void."

"Second Palm, Suppress Mountains and Rivers."

"Third Palm, Suppress the Eight Desolates."

Three palms struck out in succession.

Golden palm prints overlapped layer by layer.

One palm suppressed space.

One palm suppressed the earth veins.

One palm suppressed the eight directions.

The movements of the four divine corpses were forcibly slowed down.

Sword light flashed in Wang Hao's left hand.

"Heaven Cleaving Nine Swords."

"First Sword, Rift."

A white line slashed across.

A crack appeared on one of the black chains.

The second sword followed closely.

"Severing the Flow."

The crack expanded.

The third sword slashed again.

"Severing Karma."

Crack!

The projection of the second God Burial chain snapped.

The ghost fire of one divine corpse dimmed, and its restoration was interrupted.

But before Wang Hao could follow up with a finishing blow, another divine corpse smashed over from behind.

The New Emperor Sword transformed into a streak of sword light and rushed up.

"How dare you sneak attack my meal ticket!"

Clang!

It was smashed away by a punch, crashing into a distant cliff face like a shooting star.

The cliff face exploded.

A moment later, the New Emperor Sword crawled out, covered in dirt.

"I'm fine!"

"It's just that my dignity suffered a little fracture!"

Wang Hao's eye twitched.

"Come back."

"Don't throw your life away."

The New Emperor Sword flew back, cursing and swearing.

"Just wait until I evolve, I'll gnaw them all to pieces."