Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 405 Gentlemen, are you willing to bow down to this commander? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
With a flash of light, figures clad in iron-gray light armor and wearing bamboo hats suddenly appeared. They held steel swords, wore demon-like metal masks, and each possessed an imposing aura and abundant vitality.

A cursory sense revealed that none of them were below the seventh-grade Refining Spirit Realm, with the strongest even reaching the fifth-grade Transformation Realm.

There are more than three thousand such people!
As for the leaders, besides a young man whose appearance was even more beautiful than a woman's, there was an old gentleman dressed as a Confucian scholar, a valiant young girl holding a red-tasseled spear, and a burly, gray-robed monk with a bitter and resentful face.

"Bad people obey orders!"

The beautiful young man spoke in a low voice, then took out more than three thousand bags from the storage magic artifact at his waist and quickly distributed them to the people in straw hats around him. After opening them, they were all filled with paper figures that had been cut out and covered with intricate runes.

"Next, Master Zhang will use invisibility magic to conceal yourselves, while Master Sun will shield you from the secrets of heaven for a short period of time. You must attach these paper figures to the people of Chuzhou within one hour, without them noticing."

"Remember! It applies to everyone!"

"If even one person is missed, a citizen of Chuzhou will die because of it! There can be no carelessness whatsoever!"

After hearing the young man's words, the people in straw hats responded in unison. Then, under the influence of Confucian magic, their figures turned into shadows one by one. Each of them carried a cloth bag that had also been made invisible, and rushed towards Chuzhou City ahead.

After all the people in straw hats left, among the remaining few, the valiant young girl holding the red-tasseled spear muttered, "Is this it? Are we just going to stand here and watch?"

"Female Warrior Feiyan, please calm down. Commander, you are free to make your own arrangements."

The night watchman, Jinluo Nangong Qianrou, said calmly, "If I'm not mistaken, the situation with the northern demons and barbarians should be nearing a conclusion, and now is the time for us to make our move."

……

Outside Chuzhou City lie the various northern barbarian tribes.

Due to their geographical location, the Yao and Man tribes were sandwiched between the Great Feng and the three northeastern kingdoms of the Witch God Sect, facing attacks from both sides and in a very difficult situation.

Under this pressure, the two tribes could only stick together for warmth, and over time they became the closest allies. They also frequently intermarried, eventually forming twelve tribes.

Among them, three tribes belong to the demon race, while the barbarian race occupies nine. Each tribe has at least three fourth-rank experts, which may seem a bit few, but when united, they form a considerable force.

Moreover, as descendants of gods and demons, they possess an absolute advantage in individual combat power that far surpasses that of ordinary humans.

Therefore, even though their numbers were far fewer than the total number of soldiers of the Great Feng, they were always able to hold their own against the Great Feng with fewer troops in every conflict, which is why they were never wiped out by the Great Feng.

Of course, there is an even more important reason: the demon and barbarian races each possess a third-rank extraordinary expert.

Zhu Jiu of the demon race, and Jili Zhigu of the Qingyan tribe of the barbarian race.

It was precisely because of their existence that the Great Feng Dynasty was hesitant to act rashly and dared not push too far, and sent the Prince of Huai, a martial artist at the peak of the third rank, to guard Chuzhou City. Otherwise, the northern border would probably have already fallen long ago.

However, today, the Qingyan tribe, the strongest of the barbarian tribes, was suddenly plunged into chaos and shouts of battle.

The crimson blood stained the grassland, and the surrounding tents and fortresses collapsed one after another, finally burning to ashes in the flames.

"Bang----!!!"

A dull whistling sound came from the distance. A huge black shadow seemed to have been hit by some kind of enormous force. It flew backward like a cannonball and crashed straight into the raging sea of ​​fire. It only stopped its momentum after crashing into several fortresses and rolled to the ground in a sorry state.

This was a two-zhang-tall blue giant, whose appearance was no different from that of a human, but whose body was covered with layers of thick blue horny armor, and a curved, upward-pointing horn grew from his forehead.

His entire body exuded an incomparably fierce aura, which was no less than that of the Prince of Huai, a third-rank martial artist.

Without a doubt, the only person in the Qingyan tribe with such formidable strength is the strongest barbarian, Jili Zhigu. It is said that he once fought a fierce battle with the King of Huai, the outcome of which is unknown. However, afterward, scouts from both sides searched for the battle site and found that the battlefield stretched for hundreds of miles, a scene of utter devastation with no sign of life.

This demonstrates just how powerful this third-rank descendant of a god and demon truly is.

But at this moment, this powerful third-rank descendant of a god and demon was in an extremely disheveled state.

Not only was his blue armor tattered and oozing black blood, but even the curved horn on his head was broken off, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been directly severed by an extremely sharp blade.

Thinking of this, Jili Zhigu looked up at the Qingyan tribe ahead, where wails continued to echo, and anger surged in his blue eyes...

The next second, a terrifying power capable of shaking heaven and earth erupted from his body, as if he was preparing to use all his strength to fight to the death against the suddenly appearing powerful enemy.

Rumble————! ! !
Just then, a thunderous roar reached my ears.

Jili Zhigu's pupils suddenly contracted as a pitch-black fist imprint magnified infinitely in his eyes, crashing down with the force to suppress heaven and earth, chilling him to the bone, as if he had fallen into an ice cave and was dead.

If you don't fight back, you're going to die!
Knowing he couldn't just sit and wait to die, Jili Zhigu let out a low growl, raised his muscular arms, and slammed them down.

boom------! ! ! !

His powerful arm, comparable to a divine weapon, couldn't even withstand a single breath before being reduced to dust by the immense force. Then, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and his internal organs seemed to be pulverized in the blink of an eye.

In the midst of excruciating pain, Jiri Chiko felt as if he had been struck by a hurricane, his body out of control, flying away into the distance at an even faster speed than before.

"The strongest barbarian... is nothing special, far inferior to that one-eyed snake."

In a daze, Jili Zhigu heard the voice. He tried to raise his head to see what the other person looked like, but then a heavy pressure came from his head, slamming his head hard into the ground and grinding it several times.

"Girizhigu, submit, or die with your tribe. Choose one."

Jili Zhigu felt incredibly humiliated, but glancing at the distant firelight and hearing the wails around him, he finally closed his eyes in anguish.

"I am willing to... submit."

"Indeed, Wei Junjie, the Xixi man, is good material to be a lackey."

Wu Xian's eyes narrowed slightly beneath the mask, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

Immediately afterwards, light footsteps were heard, and a graceful figure in white walked towards them, followed by eight bound figures, who were none other than the other eight leaders of the nine tribes of the barbarian tribe.

They stared in horror at the sight of Jili Zhigu lying at Wu Xian's feet, who looked as if he were on the verge of death, their faces filled with fear.

"The strongest of the barbarians has submitted."

Wu Xian spread his hands and chuckled softly.

"As for you all, are you willing to bow down to me?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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