Order of the War God, Death Corps Array

Five o'clock in the morning.

The sky was a deep, somber grayish-blue.

The Shen family courtyard, located in the Second Ring Road of the capital.

This century-old estate exuded a chilling, ominous aura in the pre-dawn silence, like the calm before a storm.

In the backyard, the extremely heavy armored door of the underground secret chamber emitted the dull sound of mechanical gears engaging.

It slowly rose.

Shen Fei walked out from the shadows behind the door.

He was wearing a pure black long trench coat.

There were no unnecessary movements, nor did he release any oppressive aura.

But the moment he stepped out of the chamber, Ling Shuang and Ling Xue, who were guarding outside, simultaneously felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

It wasn't an aura deliberately directed at anyone.

Rather, it was a high-dimensional oppression that naturally emanated after a leap in the level of life.

It was like encountering an ancient behemoth in the deep sea.

As experts in the Grandmaster realm, Ling Shuang and Ling Xue were extremely sensitive to this oppressive feeling. They exchanged a glance, both seeing extreme shock in each other's eyes.

The young master had been in secluded cultivation for three days.

Not only were his injuries completely healed.

The aura around him had become as deep as an abyss, completely unfathomable.

"Young Master."

Ling Shuang took a step forward and knelt on one knee, her voice kept very low.

Shen Fei did not stop, walking straight towards the spacious courtyard.

"Call the others. Everyone assemble in the courtyard."

Shen Fei's order was extremely brief.

"Yes!" Ling Xue immediately turned to notify the hidden guards stationed everywhere.

Shen Fei walked to the very center of the courtyard.

The cold dawn wind fluttered the hem of his trench coat.

From the inner pocket of his coat, he took out a black token made of neither gold nor jade.

This token was the highest-level faction item rewarded by the system after hunting down Lin Tian in Jinling.

Military God Token.

Shen Fei looked at the token in his palm and exerted a slight force with his fingers.

"Ding."

An extremely faint, crisp sound.

The incomparably hard Military God Token instantly crumbled into extremely fine black powder in Shen Fei's hand.

A gust of wind blew past, and the powder dissipated into the air.

There were no dazzling visual effects, nor were there any earth-shattering phenomena.

But.

Just one second later.

The air in the entire Shen family courtyard suddenly stagnated!

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Immediately after.

The ground began to produce an extremely rhythmic, low vibration.

It wasn't an earthquake.

Rather, it felt as if something incredibly heavy was stepping into the mortal realm, step by step, from the depths of hell.

In the shadows in front of Shen Fei, the space slightly distorted.

The first figure walked out.

He wore a suit of pure black combat armor without any insignia, and a chillingly cold cast-iron mask on his face, revealing only a pair of completely emotionless eyes.

Holding a long Modao sword, he stood quietly three meters in front of Shen Fei.

And the moment he appeared.

A heavy aura, belonging to the martial arts Grandmaster realm, radiated out without reservation, directly pressing down on the air in the courtyard.

Then, the second.

The third.

The tenth.

The hundredth...

Countless black figures, like ghosts born from the void, continuously walked out from the shadows in every direction and corner of the courtyard.

There was no sound at all.

Even their breathing and heartbeats were faint to the extreme.

In less than a minute.

The originally empty Shen family backyard was now filled with people.

A full one thousand black-armored death knights!

They were arrayed in an extremely tight military formation, and every single person's aura was precisely controlled at the early stage of the Grandmaster realm.

One thousand Grandmasters—what kind of concept was this?

Even if you added up all the known Grandmaster-level experts in Great Xia, it wouldn't be enough for them to slaughter in a single charge.

This force was already enough to trigger a nation-destroying disaster in any corner of the earth.

One thousand gazes without any emotional fluctuation simultaneously focused on Shen Fei, who stood in the center of the courtyard.

There were no slogans, no kneeling.

Only absolute obedience.

This was the power of the Military God Token. Absolute loyalty, ignoring pain, and knowing no fear.

This terrifying killing intent gathered together caused Shen Qiuhan, who was standing under the distant corridor, to involuntarily take half a step back, her back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

She commanded a hundred-billion-dollar business empire and had seen countless storms.

But looking at these one thousand Grandmasters who were like killing machines, she truly understood just what a terrifying blade Shen Fei held in his hands.

Shen Fei stood before these one thousand men.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire scene.

There was no passionate pre-battle mobilization speech, no sensational nonsense.

He simply and extremely calmly spat out three words.

"To the western suburbs."

After speaking.

Shen Fei turned his head and looked at Ling Shuang standing to the side.

"Notify Longyuan."

"Activate the highest privilege additional clause of the Resource Sharing Agreement."

"I want fifty of the latest model armed helicopters."

"All of them mounted with high-yield thermobaric bombs."

Shen Fei's voice was cold to the extreme, carrying an undeniable tone of command.

"They must arrive at the designated coordinates before three o'clock this afternoon."

Ling Shuang's pupils contracted violently.

Fifty armed helicopters? All mounted with thermobaric bombs?!

What was the young master trying to do? Fight a local war?! Over in the western suburbs was a hidden cultivation sect that had just descended to the world!

But Ling Shuang's professional discipline left her with no hesitation.

"Understood! I will get on it immediately!"

She pulled out an encrypted phone, turned around, and walked briskly toward the distant communications room.

...

8:00 AM.

Longyuan Supreme Command, underground combat room.

Gu Qinghan sat in front of a massive holographic projection table.

Her face looked terrible, the bottoms of her eyes filled with bloodshot lines; evidently, she hadn't closed her eyes for days.

Just now, she had received a privileged deployment request from the Shen family.

The moment she finished reading the contents of the request.

Gu Qinghan's heart almost stopped beating.

"Senior Colonel..."

The adjutant next to her looked at the request form, his voice trembling.

"Fifty Z-19 armed helicopters? Fully loaded with thermobaric bombs? The target coordinates are... the folded space entrance of the Taiyi Daoist Sect in the western suburbs?!"

"Is he crazy?!"

The adjutant couldn't help but shout out loud.

"Those are cultivators! Monsters whose defenses even our Gauss rifles can't break! He's using heavy weapons to bomb a cultivation sect—is he trying to provoke a war between mortals and immortals?!"

The other senior officers in the combat room also erupted into an uproar.

"This is absolutely unacceptable! Once those 'immortals' are enraged and fly their swords into the capital to slaughter, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"We must refuse immediately! We even need to consider dispatching troops to stop Shen Fei's crazy behavior!"

Facing the fierce opposition from the crowd.

Gu Qinghan did not speak.

She stared fixedly at the request submitted by Shen Fei on the screen.

In her mind, the scene from three days ago on the 108th floor of the Shen Group involuntarily surfaced.

The image of Shen Fei crushing her Thunder Origin with a single hand.

And that sentence.

"In my territory, even if you are a dragon, you must coil up for me."

Gu Qinghan subconsciously clenched her right hand, which was wearing a black glove.

That trace of Heavenly Demon aura lingering deep within her meridians seemed to sense its master's killing intent, faintly pulsing at this moment.

Stop Shen Fei?

With what could they stop him?

If she refused, the hidden armed forces under Shen Fei's command would still march into the western suburbs. When that happened, not only would the cultivation sects be thrown into chaos, but the Shen family and Longyuan would also completely tear off all pretenses of civility.

Moreover, Gu Qinghan had an extremely strong premonition.

That man named Shen Fei never did anything without absolute certainty.

Since he dared to bomb the Taiyi Daoist Sect, he must have the confidence to back it up.

"Senior Colonel? Please give the order!" the adjutant urged anxiously.

Gu Qinghan took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes and remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Then.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze revealing an extremely resolute coldness.

"Approved."

Gu Qinghan spat out a single word.

The operations room instantly fell dead silent. Everyone looked at Gu Qinghan as if they were looking at a madwoman.

"Senior Colonel! This..."

"Execute the order!"

Gu Qinghan sharply cut off the adjutant's words.

"Tell the air force base to dispatch fifty helicopters equipped with special thermobaric bombs according to Shen Fei's request. They are to arrive at the outer airspace of the western suburbs and stand by before three o'clock this afternoon."

"At the same time."

Gu Qinghan picked up the military cap on the table and put it on her head.

"All members of Longyuan's Seventh Squad, assemble. Follow me to the western suburbs."

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

Gu Qinghan strode out of the operations room, her back revealing a determination as if going to witness history.

"Let's see how this mortal demon king is actually going to slaughter gods."

...

At 2:50 PM.

The western suburbs of the capital.

Inside the folded space of the Taiyi Daoist Sect.

This was an isolated little world. The spiritual energy was so rich it formed a mist, and exotic flowers and rare plants grew everywhere.

Dozens of ancient and magnificent palaces were built along the mountain.

This was a blessed paradise for cultivators.

On the sect's plaza.

Hundreds of disciples of the Taiyi Daoist Sect were practicing their swordsmanship, with sword qi crisscrossing and precious lights flashing.

In their eyes, the dirty mortal world outside was nothing more than a pigpen they kept. Whenever they lacked resources, they just needed to go out and harvest a wave.

As for the incident where Eldest Senior Brother Li Miaoyuan returned injured a few days ago.

The sect master had already said that he had merely encountered a mortal demon who knew some superficial martial arts. The Eldest Senior Brother suffered a minor injury due to carelessness but had already repelled that demon.

Once the Eldest Senior Brother finished his secluded cultivation, he would naturally go and slay that demon, and conveniently empty out all the assets of that so-called Shen Financial Group.

Everything seemed so peaceful and aloof.

Deep within the Taiyi Great Hall.

The sect master of the Taiyi Daoist Sect, Daoist Qingsong, was sitting cross-legged on a futon meditating.

His Golden Core stage cultivation gave him an extremely vast range of perception.

These past few days, he had been feeling a faint sense of unease. But every time he tried to deduce the secrets of heaven, he could not calculate anything.

Suddenly.

Daoist Qingsong snapped his eyes open.

He abruptly turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls of the great hall, looking toward the entrance of the folded space.

A terrifying sense of crisis prickled his back like needles!

"What is that sound?"

Daoist Qingsong stood up.

The disciples practicing swordsmanship on the plaza also stopped.

They raised their heads.

Through the translucent barrier screen of the folded space, they looked at the sky outside.

"Rumble... Rumble... Rumble..."

An extremely low, oppressive, and seemingly endless sound of thunder was rapidly approaching.

It wasn't just the sound.

Even the immortal mountain floating in mid-air beneath their feet began to tremble ever so slightly.

"There's something... in the sky!" a sharp-eyed disciple pointed outside the barrier and exclaimed.

Everyone looked in that direction.

In the gray clouds of the western suburbs.

Fifty incredibly massive steel monsters were tearing through the clouds in a line-abreast tactical formation, slowly lowering their altitude.

A fleet of armed helicopters.

Beneath their bellies, the high-yield thermobaric bombs they carried reflected a cold metallic luster in the slightly dim light of the afternoon.

Bearing the ultimate aesthetic of industrial violence.

They were like a flock of black grim reapers descending above this thousand-year-old immortal sect.

"What kind of magical artifacts are those?!"

"There are no spiritual energy fluctuations, are they mortal mechanical creations?"

The disciples pointed and gossiped. Although surprised, their eyes still carried contempt. How could the broken copper and rusty iron of the mortal world possibly break the grand mountain-protecting array of their Taiyi Daoist Sect that had been passed down for a thousand years?

At the entrance of the great hall.

Daoist Qingsong looked at the helicopter fleet in the sky, and the sense of unease in his heart instantly reached its peak.

"Not good!"

His expression changed drastically, and his Golden Core stage spiritual energy erupted explosively.

"The whole sect is on high alert! Activate the grand mountain-protecting array! Maximum level!"

Following the sect master's furious roar.

"Om—"

An extremely thick, almost tangible golden light screen instantly rose from the array core at the bottom of the great hall, forming a hemisphere that firmly protected the entire Taiyi Daoist Sect within it.

The grand mountain-protecting array.

It was enough to withstand the full-force strike of a Nascent Soul stage mighty figure.

Seeing the rising golden light screen, Daoist Qingsong breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But he did not know.

What he was facing was not a Nascent Soul mighty figure.

It was a modern thug who spoke of no martial virtues and only cared about firepower coverage.

Outside the barrier.

On a high ground three kilometers away from the mountain gate of the Taiyi Daoist Sect.

Shen Fei stood with his hands behind his back.

The fierce wind blew his black trench coat.

He looked at the golden turtle shell below, his eyes cold to the extreme.

Ling Shuang stood behind him, holding an encrypted communicator in her hand.

"Young Master. The First Squadron has reached the designated bombing position. The Second Squadron has finished locking down the airspace."

Ling Shuang's voice was slightly distorted in the wind.

"We can drop the bombs at any time."

Shen Fei did not hesitate, nor did he make any pre-battle declaration.

He only said a single word.

"Bomb."