Super God: I simulated the heavens and was broadcast live in public

Chapter 292: Treat others with their own medicine.

Now that they've grown strong enough, do they dare to undermine the foundation of the Jin state?

Yunming stood with his hands behind his back, the golden dragon embroidered on his black brocade robe twisting in the shadows, the jade pendant at his waist clinking with the jade pendant given to him by Li Keyong, making a crisp sound: "Godfather, you've grown old."

The wind blowing through Youzhou tells me that only by gripping the blade tightly can one live a long life.

The scimitars of those barbarian cavalry were a hundred times sharper than the promises made by the Jin state.

"shut up!"

Li Ke slapped Yun Ming hard across the face with his veined hand, his voice hoarse as if tearing silk, "Do you know how many soldiers have died at Yanmen Pass to stop the barbarians? The weapons you sold to them are now stuck in the hearts of my Jin soldiers!"

Yunming slowly turned his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter was chilling and piercing, startling the crows roosting under the eaves: "Buried in Yanmen Pass? What a nice-sounding phrase."

The soldiers may die on the battlefield, but all you get in return is a sigh at your banquet.

When the people of Youzhou were starving and their bodies lay scattered across the fields, where were the grain supplies for the Jin state? I was merely making them understand who truly could provide them with a way to survive.

Li Keyong staggered back half a step, his aged pupils reflecting the image of this unfamiliar adopted son: "You're foolish! These barbarian wolves have the ambition to devour Youzhou; next, they'll take the entire territory of Jin! By selling grain to aid the enemy, how is that any different from personally slaughtering a city?"

"Massacre?"

Yunming suddenly approached, his warm blood splattering onto Li Keyong's armor. "Father, do you still remember when you led us in a night raid on the enemy camp? Did you spare the women, children, and the elderly? It's all just a matter of the victor being king and the loser being a bandit."

Now I'm simply giving them a taste of their own medicine."

The old general's hand gripping the sword trembled violently, the tip almost piercing Yun Ming's throat: "Back then, it was to protect our homeland! You colluded with foreign enemies, pushing countless people into a fiery pit! The secret letter I received on the day Youzhou fell was filled with words of blood and tears."

"Secret message?"

Yunming abruptly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his chest that resembled a centipede coiled around it. "Father, do you still remember this scar? It's from when I shielded you from an arrow! But what happened afterward? You credited all the military merits to your own son! While I was fighting a bloody battle in Youzhou, you were enjoying yourself in Jinyang, basking in the lap of a beauty! This world should be ruled by the strong. Jin? It's nothing but a rotten shell!"

Li Keyong was struck dumb, his heavy sword clanging in his hand.

Landing.

Memories flooded back—the child stubbornly gnawing on a steamed bun amidst piles of corpses, the boy who risked his life to protect him on the battlefield—when did they become so unfamiliar? "So you betrayed us? Letting the people of Youzhou bleed like rivers?"

"Rivers of blood?"

Yunming bent down and picked up the heavy sword, pressing the blade against Li Keyong's throat. "Father, in this world, it has always been the case that one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

Where the barbarian cavalry tramples, will the people remember me, Yunming, for opening the city gates, or for the incompetence of the Jin state? What I want is true dominance in this chaotic world!

The night suddenly thickened, and the clouds obscured the moonlight, shrouding the two in even deeper darkness.

Li Keyong stared at the mad flames in Yunming's eyes and suddenly remembered that snowy night twenty years ago.

The child in his arms was burning hot, yet clung tightly to his clothes, refusing to let go: "Father, it hurts."

"You are not my son."

Li Keyong closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks. "From the moment you raised your butcher's knife against the people, we severed all ties."

Yunming's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.

But soon, a cold smile crept back onto his lips: "Severing all ties? Fine! Today, it's either you or me who dies."

The sword light pierced the air as the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword clashed with Yun Ming's sword, sparks flying everywhere.

Just as the fierce battle was raging, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

A scout, covered in blood, dismounted and reported: "Report! The barbarian army has crossed Yanmen Pass and is marching towards Jinyang!"

Li Keyong's offensive came to an abrupt halt, and his aged face instantly lost all color.

Yunming laughed loudly, his laughter piercing through the clouds: "Godfather, it's time for me to take the black pieces in this game of chess!"

"Start over?"

Yunming slammed the teacup onto the blue brick floor, the crisp sound of shattered porcelain startling the guards inside the hall.

He slowly rose, his black brocade robe sweeping across the gilded table, the nine-ringed jade pendant at his waist clinking with a clear, cold sound. "Back when I crawled out of a pile of corpses, why didn't anyone teach me to be a better person?"

His trusted aide knelt down with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles: "But the people are all saying that you are a bloodthirsty demon..."

"People?"

Yunming suddenly laughed, his laughter hissing like a viper flicking its tongue. He bent down and pinched his confidant's chin, his fingertips brushing against the man's trembling Adam's apple. "Touch your own neck. How long can this head be kept? Is it the people who decide, or me, Yunming?"

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall. The commander of the personal guards burst open the carved wooden door, blood seeping from the gaps in his armor: "My lord! The Qingzhou army has made a move, the city gate guards..."

Before he could finish speaking, a poisoned crossbow bolt pierced his throat, and crimson blood splattered onto the hem of Yunming's robe embroidered with gold python patterns.

Yunming stared at the convulsing corpse on the ground, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He ripped a longsword off the wall, its blade pointing directly at the trembling guard: "Who let him in? Speak!"

"Have mercy, my lord!"

The guard slumped to the ground, urine seeping from his trousers. "It's...it's Deputy General Wang. He said the military situation is urgent..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yunming's longsword had already pierced through his chest.

Warm blood flowed down the spine of the sword, congealing into a bead of blood between his thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly, applause rang out in the hall. Yunming turned around abruptly and saw a woman veiled in black leaning against the door, toying with half a broken arrow in her hand.

"Such ruthless methods! No wonder he is the Yun Commander who strikes fear into the hearts of the barbarians."

The woman's voice was melodious like a nightingale's song, and the curve of her scarlet lips could be vaguely seen under the black veil. "However, compared to your 'godfather,' he is still lacking in skill—at least Li Keyong wouldn't let his personal guards die right under his nose."

Yunming's sword tip trembled slightly, its cold light reflecting off his distorted face: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The woman moved with light, graceful steps, her skirt sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground. "The important thing is that the Qingzhou army will attack the city at midnight tonight, while your defending general is currently drinking and making merry with them."

She suddenly raised her hand and tore off the black veil, revealing a hideous scar on her left eye. "Do you still remember Sunset Valley fifteen years ago? I am the orphan of Vice General Li."

Yunming's pupils contracted sharply, and memories surged like a tidal wave.

During that massacre fifteen years ago, he personally hung the head of Li Yuanshan, the garrison commander of Qingzhou, on the city tower.

Taking advantage of the moment, the woman threw out three bone-piercing nails. Yunming spun around to dodge them, but the sword tip accidentally severed the jade crown that bound his hair, and his black hair fell like a waterfall.

"So they are remnants of the Li family."

Yunming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter, "You think you can get revenge with this?"

He slammed his hand on the table, activating a hidden mechanism that sent the wall flying open. Hundreds of armored soldiers, carrying torches, filed in.

The woman remained calm and took out a token engraved with a dragon pattern from her sleeve: "Does Commander Yun recognize this?"

The token shimmered with an eerie light in the firelight, and the moment the armored soldiers saw it, they all dropped their weapons.

"This is impossible!" Yun Ming staggered backward, his back slamming against the gilded dragon pillar. "The Dragon Pattern Token has been lost for ages..."

"What has been lost is a false order."

The woman tossed the token into the air, the firelight illuminating the fine dark patterns on its back. "The true token is in the hands of His Majesty, and I am the commander of the secret guards appointed by His Majesty."

"Yunming, you have colluded with the barbarians and harmed loyal officials. Do you know what your crime is?"

Just then, a deafening battle cry suddenly erupted from outside the city.

Through the carved window lattice, Yunming saw that the black banner of the Qingzhou Army had been planted on the city wall.

He gripped his longsword tightly, then suddenly revealed a maniacal laugh: "Even if I die, I'll drag you all down with me!"

After saying that, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the hilt of the sword, which then emitted a strange red light.

"Evil magic!"

The woman drew her soft sword, the blade humming like a dragon's roar. "Li Keyong should have been eliminated back then!"

"Adoptive father?"

A glint of madness flashed in Yunming's eyes, "He's nothing but a stepping stone for me to reach the peak! You're all the same, anyone who stands in my way—"

Before he could finish speaking, a long spear burst through the window, its tip pressed against his throat.

The man holding the gun was clad in silver armor and wore a half-bronze mask, revealing only a pair of cold, star-like eyes.

"Yunming, your retribution has come."

A deep, metallic voice came from beneath the mask.

Yunming stared intently at the jade pendant at the other man's waist—it was a birthday gift he had given to his younger brother when he was a child.

Memories pierced his heart like a sharp blade, and that snowy night fifteen years ago suddenly became clear: he pushed his younger brother into a mass grave to survive, unaware that his brother had been adopted by a reclusive master.

"Impossible...you're clearly dead..."

Yunming's voice trembled, and the red light of the demonic sword in his hand gradually weakened.

"If I don't die, how can I take your head?"

The silver-armored man suddenly drew his spear, and Yunming staggered and fell to the ground.

He gazed at the golden silk curtains hanging from the dome, and in a daze, he saw Li Keyong glaring angrily in the sea of ​​fire.

As the woman's soft sword pierced his heart, Yunming heard a gurgling sound coming from his throat, just like the nightingale he had strangled years ago.

When the city fell, the silver-armored man removed his bronze mask.

The moonlight shone on his angular face, making him bear a striking resemblance to Yunming.

He bent down to pick up the dragon-patterned token and looked at the rising sun in the distance: "Brother, you are right. This world will eventually belong to the Yun family."

Dukao stood in front of the tactical sand table, his aged fingers tapping lightly on the edge, producing a dull sound: "The forces behind Yuan Tiangang are definitely not simple. They can accurately grasp the time and space nodes to conduct live broadcasts, which has exceeded the scope of conventional technology."

Ge Xiaolun, what are your thoughts on the 'immortality plan' mentioned in the live stream?

Ge Xiaolun scratched his head, his burly body casting a large shadow in the light and shadow: "It sounds creepy. Using people as experimental subjects, what's the difference between that and a demon? But could that mysterious energy source he mentioned be related to the sacred atoms of angels?"

Lena suddenly stood up from the corner, the light from her blazing armor casting flickering shadows on her expression: "Don't confuse angels with those lunatics! But Xiao Lun is right, that energy fluctuation does resonate subtly with the power of the blazing sun within me. It might really be a dangerous existence left over from ancient times."

Yan's sacred wings trembled slightly, and golden light flowed in her eyes: "General Dukao, I suggest we contact Queen Keisha immediately."

Such research, which touches upon the very essence of life, could have unimaginable consequences if it gets out of control.

Before Ducao could respond, the alarm suddenly went off.

The large screen instantly switched to a real-time battlefield scene, with countless black mechs surging into the city like a tide. Each mech had a dark pattern on its chest that was the same as the mark of Yuan Tiangang in the live broadcast.

Zhao Xin suddenly drew his spear, lightning crackling from its tip: "Perfect timing! I've been wanting to settle accounts with them!"

"and many more!"

Liu Chuang suddenly grabbed Zhao Xin's shoulder, the Taotie giant axe buzzing in his palm. "The energy fluctuations of these mechs are strange, completely different from the Taotie Legion of the past. It's as if they are being controlled by some kind of consciousness."

Rose's pupils contracted slightly, and the spacetime gene condensed into a dark blue light blade at her fingertips: "Liu Chuang is right."

"Qilin, use the Godslayer One scanner. I suspect there are living people hiding inside these mechs!"

Qi Lin quickly set up her sniper rifle, the muzzle flashing red continuously: "Scan complete. My God, the cockpits of these mechs are full of humans who have been modified into cyborgs! Their vital signs are extremely weak, but they are still alive!"

Dukao's face turned deathly pale: "This is Yuan Tiangang's 'Immortality Plan'? Turning living people into war machines. Yan, contact the angels for support immediately. The rest of you follow me."

"No need."

A cold, clear voice suddenly rang out over the base.

Everyone looked up and saw a golden crack open in the clouds. Keisha, holding a flaming sword, slowly walked out, her twelve divine wings shining like the sun. "Yuan Tiangang's actions have crossed the bottom line of cosmic civilization."

"Yunming, come out! What kind of skill is it to hide in the shadows?"

Everyone was stunned. Following Keisha's gaze, they saw a dark figure slowly rising from the ruins.

The figure was dressed in a black robe, his face shrouded in shadow, but the aura emanating from him made everyone's hair stand on end—it was Yuan Tiangang from the previous live broadcast!

Yuan Tiangang let out a piercing laugh, his black robes fluttering even without wind: "Keisha, you really did come after all."

"But you think you can stop me with a few punks? Look at this city!"

He raised his hand and waved it, and countless black vines sprouted from the ground, wrapping around the buildings and growing wildly. Wherever they passed, people were dragged into them, and screams rose and fell.

Ge Xiaolun glared angrily: "Stop! You're a madman!"

As he was about to rush forward, he was stopped by a golden barrier.

Keisha's voice was as cold as ice: "Ge Xiaolun, step down."

Yuan Tiangang, do you know the calamity you are creating? These humans you have transformed are crying out in agony, their very souls writhing in agony!

"soul?"

Yuan Tiangang suddenly ripped open his black robe, revealing a chest covered in mechanical patterns. "In the face of immortality, the soul is nothing but a burden! Look closely, Keisha, this is the ultimate form of civilization's evolution!"

Black energy erupted from his body, engulfing all the surrounding mechs and condensing them into a gigantic mechanical giant. "And you will all become nourishment for my plan!"

Lena's Solar Armor shone brightly: "Stop spreading alarmist rumors! Solar flare!"

The enormous fireball hurtled toward the mechanical giant, but was absorbed completely the moment it made contact.

Yuan Tiangang's voice came from the giant's chest: "It's useless. This body is a fusion of dark matter and the void engine. Your attacks will only strengthen my power! Yunming, do you see this? This is what you will look like in the future!"

Yunming's body suddenly trembled violently, and the sound of bones breaking and reforming could be heard from beneath his black robe.

(End of this chapter)