Boom!
The Heavenly Tribulation descended.
The first golden thunderbolt pierced through the blood moon and struck Xie Wujiu's body.
Half of Xie Wujiu's body exploded.
The black mist of the Nightmares was also evaporated in large patches by the thunderbolt.
But Xie Wujiu laughed even more crazily.
"Right!"
"Just like that!"
"Strike me!"
"Strike it!"
"Refine its impurities for me!"
This was Xie Wujiu's true calculation.
He wasn't unaware of the danger of devouring the Nightmares.
He also knew that the Heavenly Dao would send down a tribulation.
So he deliberately betrayed the Heavenly Dao.
Deliberately attracted the descent of the Heavenly Tribulation.
Using the power of the Heavenly Tribulation to consume the bizarre pollution of the Nightmare's main body.
Then using the power of the Nightmares to offset the lethality of the Heavenly Tribulation on himself.
Humans calculate against the bizarre.
The bizarre block the tribulation.
The tribulation refines humans.
The three consume each other.
The one who survives in the end will be a brand new Xie Wujiu.
The second thunderbolt fell.
The third.
The fourth.
The Heavenly Tribulation poured down from the sky into the human realm like a golden waterfall.
The blood moon was continuously split open.
The Nightmares screamed miserably.
Xie Wujiu also screamed miserably.
His skin exploded inch by inch, and was reborn inch by inch.
White hair burned away.
Withered bones grew flesh.
The old shell was recast by the black mist and golden thunder like a shattered old porcelain.
His aura began to skyrocket.
Sky Soaring Peak.
Demigod Limit.
Martial God Threshold.
Boom!
When the ninth Heavenly Tribulation fell, the former site of the Crimson Moon completely turned into an abyss.
Xie Wujiu knelt in the center of the abyss.
His body was charred black.
No sound of breathing.
The Eye of the Heavenly Dao watched coldly.
A moment later.
The charred shell cracked open.
A young and slender hand reached out from the ashes.
Xie Wujiu stood up.
He was no longer old.
Black hair draped over his shoulders.
His face was as handsome as a young man's.
A pair of eyes, one as profound as a sea of stars, the other pitch-black like a nightmare abyss.
Behind him, the massive shadow of the Nightmares faintly emerged.
But that shadow was locked in his body by countless Heavenly Secret Runes.
He succeeded.
Martial God Realm.
Half god, half bizarre.
A Taboo-level existence.
Xie Wujiu slowly raised his head and looked at the Eye of the Heavenly Dao.
He smiled.
"Thank you."
In the Eye of the Heavenly Dao, golden lightning gathered again.
But at this moment, Xie Wujiu's figure swayed, and his whole person disappeared like a dream.
Only leaving a sentence echoing in the Crimson Moon Abyss.
"Wang Hao."
"Now."
"It is time for this venerable one to take your life."
Severed Heaven Ridge Military Camp.
It was not yet dawn.
Wang Hao sat in the central army tent, with three things placed in front of him.
The first, fragments of the God-Burying Chain.
The second, the inventory of the divine corpse remains.
The third, the battle damage account book.
Wei Zhongxian stood to the side, reporting softly.
"Emperor, according to the preliminary statistics of this battle, there are more than 17,600 severely wounded, more than 60,000 lightly wounded, and 3,821 killed in action."
"The casualties among the disciples of the various sects of the Demon Suppression Alliance are also not light."
"The Demigod ancestors are basically all wounded."
"The divine corpse remains have been sealed in six locations."
"There are a total of eight fragments of the God-Burying Chain, which have been stored separately according to your decree, jointly guarded by the Eastern Depot, the Black Dragon Guard, and the Demon Suppression Division."
Wang Hao rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
Continuous fierce battles had also made him somewhat exhausted.
With a cultivation base at the peak of the Qi Control Realm, he forcefully activated god-level martial arts, and borrowed the vitality of a 700,000-strong army to sever the chains and break the projection.
This kind of consumption couldn't be replenished just by sleeping.
But Wang Hao did not rest.
He was looking at the accounts.
Because accounts can keep a person awake.
Especially the accounts that others owe him.
"Has the pension been doubled?"
Wei Zhongxian said: "It has already been passed down."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Don't let the people below embezzle."
"Whoever dares to reach out, I will chop off their hands, and then give their whole family as a pension to others."
Wei Zhongxian bowed.
"This old slave understands."
The New Emperor Sword lay on the table, weak and listless.
"Tyrant, you don't sleep after fighting the divine corpse, and you're actually looking at the account book."
"Have you been parasitized by the account book bizarre?"
Wang Hao glanced at it.
"If I were parasitized by the account book bizarre, you would be the first to be sold at a discount."
The New Emperor Sword immediately perked up.
"I suddenly feel that the Emperor is diligent in politics and loves the people, an eternal wise ruler."
Wei Zhongxian smiled and said: "Master Sword is improving very quickly."
The New Emperor Sword snorted coldly.
"This is called a wise sword submits to circumstances."
The atmosphere inside the tent was originally quite relaxed.
But in the very next instant.
Before Wang Hao's eyes, the Sign-In Intelligence System light screen suddenly popped up.
It wasn't an ordinary appearance.
But blood red.
[Intelligence update.]
[Target: Xie Wujiu.]
[Status: Sacrificed the Son of Destiny Lin Wuwang, temporarily blinded the Heavenly Dao, and unsealed the main body of the peak Level 9 Bizarre Nightmare.]
[Result: Xie Wujiu sealed the Nightmare's main body into himself, used the Heavenly Tribulation to refine the bizarre pollution, and successfully broke through to the Martial God Realm.]
[Current Danger Level: Taboo-level.]
[Nature: Half god, half bizarre.]
[Estimated Abilities: Heavenly Secret Deduction, Nightmare Pollution, Divine Soul Erosion, Reality Dreamification, Destiny Disruption, Martial God-level combat power.]
[Warning: Ordinary large armies have lost their strategic significance. When large-scale military formations face Nightmare pollution, it may cause mass slumber, death in dreams, and confusion in friend-or-foe identification.]
[Warning: Xie Wujiu has locked onto the host's aura.]
[Prompt: A new sign-in point has appeared at the former site of the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult: Nightmare Abyss.]
Wang Hao finished reading.
His whole person fell silent.
Wei Zhongxian immediately sensed something was wrong.
Following Wang Hao for so long, he rarely saw the Emperor truly lose his composure.
Wang Hao was calculating money when facing the vassal kings' rebellion.
He was calculating labor force when facing the Crimson Moon Demonic Cult.
He was calculating inventory when facing the divine corpse.
Even when the unknown existence in the God-Burying Abyss opened its eyes, he dared to open his mouth and demand compensation.
But at this moment, a drop of cold sweat actually seeped from Wang Hao's forehead. Knowing that he had experienced the perversion of the Martial God Peak Realm, and now Xie Wujiu had reached this realm, Wang Hao cursed inwardly that he used that Martial God Experience Card too early. Posturing feels good for a moment, but now it's a crematorium.
The New Emperor Sword was also stunned.
"Tyrant?"
"Don't scare me."
"If you die, who will I rely on for meals?"
Wang Hao slowly raised his hand and wiped away the cold sweat.
His voice was very low.
"Xie Wujiu has gone mad."
Wei Zhongxian's eyes narrowed.
"Emperor, what happened?"
Wang Hao briefly explained the intelligence.
The tent instantly became dead silent.
The smile on Wei Zhongxian's face completely disappeared for the first time.
The New Emperor Sword bounced up from the table.
"Peak Level 9 Bizarre?"
"And sealed it into his own body?"
"Was this old thing's brain chewed up by the divine corpse?"
Wang Hao said indifferently: "The divine corpse has no brain, it won't take this blame."
The New Emperor Sword opened its mouth.
It actually couldn't refute.
Wei Zhongxian said in a deep voice: "Emperor, if the intelligence is correct, the 700,000-strong army cannot stay."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Correct."
"Nightmares are not divine corpses."
"No matter how strong the divine corpse is, it's just smashing people."
"Military formations, ballistae, rune arrays, vitality, can more or less interfere."
"Nightmares pollute the divine soul."
"Once the 700,000-strong army is eroded by the nightmares, let alone helping, they will instead become 700,000 mines that could explode at any time."
Wei Zhongxian felt a chill in his heart.
He had already imagined that scene.
700,000 soldiers falling into a nightmare at the same time.
Some dream of their loved ones being killed and draw their swords to hack at their comrades.
Some dream of enemy troops entering the camp and madly set fires.
Some dream that they are already dead and thus break their own heart meridians.
The larger the army, the faster they die.
Wang Hao stood up.
"Pass down the order."
"Summon the Duke of Ying."
"Summon the ancestors of the Demon Suppression Alliance."
"Summon the Heaven's Pride Gang."
"Within half an hour, a central army council."
"In addition, prepare to withdraw the army."
Wei Zhongxian bowed.
"This old slave receives the decree."
An hour later.
Outside the central military tent, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
The Duke of Ying arrived in full armor, his body still wrapped in bandages.
The Ren family patriarch, the Li family patriarch, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master, and other Demigod experts arrived one after another.
Prodigies like Xiao Chen, Ye Guyun, Qin Hongye, and Wanyan Gu also dragged their injured bodies over.
Seeing Wang Hao's expression, everyone realized something was wrong.
The Ren family patriarch frowned, Brat of the Wang family, hasn't the divine corpse already been dismantled?
Why do you look like you've lost money?
Wang Hao replied, It's worse than losing money.
The Li family patriarch's expression changed.
Does the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion still have a trump card?
Wang Hao looked at the crowd.
Xie Wujiu sacrificed Lin Wuwang.
Xiao Chen was stunned.
Lin Wuwang is dead?
Although he and Lin Wuwang were not friends, and were even on opposing sides.
Hearing that this former child of destiny had died at the hands of his own master still left him with complicated feelings.
Ye Guyun remained silent.
Qin Hongye sneered.
The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion really is just a bunch of scum wearing the skin of the Heavenly Dao.
Wanyan Gu said seriously, Our Northern Barbarian priests sacrifice sheep and cattle, but the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion sacrifices their disciples.
You Central Plains people really know how to play.
Everyone's mouths twitched.
The Duke of Ying asked in a deep voice, Your Majesty, what did Xie Wujiu do by sacrificing Lin Wuwang?
Wang Hao said word by word, He unsealed the main body of the Nightmare, sealed it within himself, and is using the heavenly tribulation to break through to the Martial God realm.
The air inside the tent instantly froze.
The Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master's expression drastically changed.
The Nightmare?
That peak level-nine anomaly from the Crimson Moon ruins?
The Ren family patriarch cursed, Is Xie Wujiu crazy? He actually dared to touch that thing?
The Li family patriarch smiled bitterly.
He isn't crazy.
He was driven crazy by His Majesty.
Everyone subconsciously looked at Wang Hao.
Wang Hao remained expressionless.
Why are you looking at me?
His mental fortitude is weak, and you blame me?
The New Emperor Sword whispered from the side, You dismantled their ten-thousand-year trump card and put it in your inventory, and then told them you'd come to collect their debts tomorrow. It's quite easy for a normal person to become abnormal after that.
Wang Hao said, Shut up.
The New Emperor Sword immediately shut up.
Wang Hao continued, From this moment on, the seven hundred thousand strong army will evacuate Heaven Severing Ridge.
The Duke of Ying abruptly raised his head.
Your Majesty!
He wasn't disobeying orders.
Rather, it was an instinctive reluctance.
The Emperor of the Great Zhou was still at the front lines. How could he, a veteran minister of the military, lead the troops to retreat first? One must know that the little emperor was truly very generous.
Wang Hao looked at him.
Duke of Ying, the Nightmare pollutes the divine soul.
If ordinary soldiers stay behind, they will only become nourishment for Xie Wujiu.
What I want are soldiers who can fight, not a compensation list of people lining up to die.
The Duke of Ying clenched his fists.
Wang Hao's voice was cold and hard.
Take them away.
This is an imperial decree.
The Duke of Ying took a deep breath and knelt on one knee.
This subject receives the decree.
Wei Zhongxian also said, The ordinary disciples of the Demon Suppression Alliance will also retreat.
A sect elder anxiously said, But they...
Wang Hao interrupted.
Everyone below the Sky Soaring realm, retreat.
It's useless for those in the True Intent realm and Astral Qi realm to stay behind.
The Nightmare is not something that can be killed by throwing numbers at it.
The Ren family patriarch sighed.
He's right.
The Heavenly Sword Pavilion Master also nodded.
Those with unstable Dao hearts will definitely die when facing the Nightmare.
Xiao Chen's expression was ugly.
Then what about us?
Wang Hao glanced at him.
Your Prodigy Gang stays behind.
Xiao Chen was stunned.
Why?
Wang Hao said, Because you guys are tough to kill.
Wanyan Gu's eyes lit up.
Is that a compliment?
Wang Hao replied, It could also be recycling trash.
Wanyan Gu thought seriously.
Then it's still a compliment.
Qin Hongye asked coldly, What do you need us to do?
Wang Hao slowly looked at the crowd inside the tent.
Over forty Demigod patriarchs, top Sky Soaring experts, and the core of the Prodigy Gang.
This was already the highest-end combat power that the Great Zhou and the Demon Suppression Alliance could currently muster.
The numbers were few.
But not a single one of them was an ordinary person.
Only if they stayed behind would it be meaningful.
Xie Wujiu is now a Taboo-level existence.
Wang Hao said, The ordinary war is over.
Next, is a decapitation strike.
Or rather...
His eyes were deep and profound.
It is an anomaly hunt.
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