Lingzhang

Chapter 256 Qizhou Land Sinking
In Jichuan County.

The headquarters of the Xu family in Songxi.

The assembly line that once carried out technological and ruthless surgical transformations on a large scale for great martial artists has now become completely unrecognizable.

One by one, they are still in the process of surgery. Their bloody bodies are constantly being passed on the assembly line because of the implantation of extraordinary organs from monsters, the replacement of monster blood, and the transformation of blood and marrow.

As soon as the operation on this project is completed, it will be transferred to the location of the next project.

Outside this conveyor belt that looks like a flesh and blood workshop, there are two rows of large technological instruments that mix the demon blood with one's own blood.

But when you look closely, you will find that what is written on these technological instruments is not the Minghong Zhang family's logo, but a name that is very unfamiliar in Qizhou.

That is the corporate logo of Yanzhou's largest and leading family that is dedicated to transforming the monastic industry.

The proof of a certain connection was now apparent.

In a wider open space nearby, inside a huge glass jar that was two or three stories high, brain fluid martial arts potion that glowed with a faint blue light was being rapidly consumed and replenished at the same time.

Anyone standing on a high place can see very intuitively how a completely transformed warrior lies down on the "bed" on the assembly line.

Under the soothing of anesthetics, he went through the torture-like surgical process step by step, and finally a strange and sharp extraordinary aura burst out from his body.

That's right.

Luo Zhaoqing was the one who initially pushed for the complete creation and verification of the "New Monk" surgical procedure from scratch.

It seems that after going through these processes, he has gained considerable insights in this area.

When he came to Jichuan County and had to start a new business, he had already pioneered the group of warriors.

Theoretically, after fully accepting a series of mature technologies and ruthless processes, a complete martial artist will have a much higher quality of pure qi and blood than a standard martial artist of the ninth level.

This is absolute strength at the cost of cutting off the path forward.

In the transformation concept of the "new monk", the level of a person's qi and blood is almost equivalent to the amount of extraordinary power that this person can master in the future.

In fact, the extraordinary cycle of orthodox monks is also sublimated from the power of qi and blood, and has the same characteristics, but it is not as obvious as the transformation of "new monks".

Moreover, another surprising discovery was that, probably early on, during the process of accumulating Qi and blood, the transformation of technology and life had already begun, which along with the adult development of the body, made the body unnatural.

This experience seemed to have laid a certain foundation, allowing the finished warrior to withstand the trauma of the "new monk's" transformation surgery and the subsequent "rejection-like reaction" much better than ordinary warriors and monks.

It seems that warriors are the most suitable people in the world to be transformed into new monks.

For Luo Zhaoqing, there is another reason why he chose the good character of warriors as the subject of transformation.

Numbers! More than warriors, more than monks!

From the beginning of learning, from the absorption of energy during the period of growth and development, all the way to the realm of the ninth level of warriors, there are one level after another, one threshold after another.

In the process of practicing and striving for enlightenment, too many people fell behind for various reasons, or even because of deliberate screening by the Taoist Alliance's Education Department.

The accumulation over the years has resulted in too many warriors who are neither high nor low accumulating in that gray and dark area between the truly ordinary people and the extraordinary groups.

On the one hand, they are thugs hired by aristocratic families, and on the other hand, they have been rooted in poverty for a long time and find it difficult to break free.

The Dao Alliance has been in existence for such a long time and has experienced and witnessed too much.

There are cries from the geniuses and evil monks who came from common people, there are cries from idealists like Tiandu Taoist Temple, and there are cries from hyenas raised by aristocratic families like the Saints Church.

But this world, this old and decaying Taoist Alliance, seems to have never heard the shouts from warriors.

Perhaps it was because of the upper limit of cultivation and combat power that was set before.

But from this moment on, everything will be different.

Moreover, it is probably precisely because of the difference between these great warriors and the bodies of ordinary people that Luo Zhaoqing's version is constantly iterating.

Different from the state version which is constantly being refined, the extremely delicate surgical process seeks to minimize the negative effects of evil factors.

In Luo Zhaoqing's case, the surgery followed the original version, but in fact became more brutal, and the result also became more wild and unruly.

At least at this moment, the new warriors standing behind Luo Zhaoqing have completed the surgical transformation.

Each of them stood there like a humanoid ape.

In his eyes, fierce emotions of loyalty, hatred, and bloodlust alternately emerged.

He even learned from Xu Shijin's weakness of losing control of his mind easily, and no longer poured a single extreme emotion into the brain fluid martial arts potion.

Instead, he uses three extreme emotions to keep his spirit "uplifted" while maintaining his "rational" existence through the mutual checks and balances of emotions.

At this moment, they were standing in a glass-covered room high up. If they only looked down, they could see rows and rows of factories separated by glass walls, as well as the bloody yet beautiful surgical assembly lines in each factory.

But the "loyal" new warrior monks only have Luo Zhaoqing in their eyes.

At this moment, Luo Zhaoqing only had that page of secret letter in his eyes.

An angry expression was visible on Luo Zhaoqing's face. "Why do I have to wait until the entire Hanyue Army is almost deployed before I can get such important news from the Ding family's spies?!"

As he said this, Luo Zhaoqing seemed to have thought of something. He almost ignored the various regulations of the secret front. After his hand brushed across his arm armor, he made a series of communication requests.

All that was given back to Luo Zhaoqing was one blind sound after another.

As a result, the angry expression on Luo Zhaoqing's face gradually became gloomy and depressed.

"That's a bit too much..."

But no one knew whether Luo Zhaoqing was referring to Gu Qinghan or the young leader in his mind.

But then, Luo Zhaoqing suddenly laughed as if he was extremely angry, looked at the page of paper again, and then revealed a smiling expression.

"Qin Linhui, I tried every possible means to stop you, even at the cost of my own son's life, but I still couldn't stop you. In the end, you ignited this fire.

Perhaps, you are right, and the ideas of the ancient sages of Tiandu Taoist Temple are correct.

It just so happened that, and because of this, I also found a fire to start a prairie fire!
Let's see! Let's see! We must see who can burn more vigorously, you or me, in this fire that will burn all the humus deposited on the plains!"

When the whispered words fell, truly brutal, crazy, and even somewhat excited emotions were revealed in Luo Zhaoqing's eyes.

He turned suddenly and looked at the new warrior monks behind him.

"Tell Feiyan to open the river gates and dig the underground river that the Zhu family of Tengxia secretly built in the early years. I want to bypass the Zhenyuan Army's garrison and lead the Xuanhai monster tribe into Jichuan!"

"Yes!"

"Activate the hidden agents in the base cities and release the previously delivered powder. Make sure it is fully dispersed in the air of all the cities in Qizhou!"

"Yes!"

"Notify the troops stationed in the wasteland to open up the supply of demon blood in the city! Let the wild beasts in the wasteland attack the base cities, and let as many of them as possible enter the demon beast level in the demon blood pool!"

"Yes!"

"All the transformed monks lurking in the cities, collectively attack the three divisions' headquarters and the city lord's mansion! However, try to protect the martial arts students in the school as much as possible, they will be our 'source of soldiers'!"

"Yes!"

"Notify the Xu family. All the hidden factories in the cities are to be opened and guarded by some transformed monks. They are to be ready to work at full capacity at any time to transform more people!"

"Yes!"

"..."

Luo Zhaoqing issued one order after another.

And it was as his voice became more and more sonorous and powerful that his eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his originally old face gradually glowed red, as if he was gradually getting younger.

"Blow up the pass of Qiyan Mountain. I want the monsters from the northern border to pass through the nine passes of Yanzhou. After running a little on the endless plain, they can use the pass to drive straight into Qizhou!"

"Let the Zhenyuan Army become an isolated force! Let the Tielin Army become an isolated force!"

"I want Qizhou to sink!"
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At the same time, Haiquan Pass.

On top of the city wall, Qin Linhui and Sun Fudao were standing there, looking at the bloody fight between the Tielin Army and a small group of northern border monsters from afar.

The deteriorating situation in the nine passes of Yanzhou has already had its aftermath spread to Haiquan Pass.

On the bloody battlefield, it seemed that lives were being lost every moment. This was an incompatible war. While watching the battle, Qin Linhui gradually frowned.

"The Vanguard Punishment Battalion has been almost exhausted. Shall I lead the Reserve Battalion out of the city to charge in for a while? Now that the main force of the demon clan is exhausted, it's time to let those green hands see some blood and temper their spirits!"

Just as Qin Linhui was saying this, Sun Fudao suddenly frowned and looked down at the breathing light on his arm armor.

“Goodbye, Uncle Wu has sent me news that this wave of demon clan’s main force has sent the central army out of the city to meet the enemy.

The Fourth Reserve Battalion has other plans. We will go around the back of the city gate and head west.

To the north of Yanzhou, the last two passes are still holding out, but the entire defense line has become as leaky as a sieve, and a main force of the demon clan has already penetrated the defense line.

The base city on the northern plain has been breached, and only a small number of residents are left. They are fleeing towards us in tanks. Uncle Wu wants us to go and pick them up.

Just in case, bring all four reserve battalions with you!"

Hearing this, Qin Linhui nodded in understanding and said worriedly.

"As a result, the pressure on the central army stationed in the city will be enormous..."

"What can we do? They are all fellow human beings. A real man should do what he can. I just hope that everything goes well for us and we can go back quickly..."

As they were talking, Qin Linhui and Sun Fudao turned around and walked towards the bottom of the city wall.

Just at this moment, almost at the same time, Qin Linhui and Sun Fudao both looked up and looked far away in the direction of Jichuan County.

(End of this chapter)