As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 229 General, how about I avenge you?
"Are the Blood-Clad Army about to invade?"

"This...what is this?"

"Look over there! Isn't there a war going on?"

"The sun? How is that possible?"

"What happened?"

……

The final battle that will determine the future of Yueyang City has finally begun.

All day long, shouts of battle echoed outside Yueyang City, with fighting raging and no peace to be found.

Even as the sun set, it was still not over.

All the people in the city could do was cower in the city, praying and waiting for their fate.

No matter who rules the world, they can only drift with the tide and cannot control their own lives.

No one can sleep peacefully tonight.

No one knows whether they will be able to peacefully see the sun tomorrow after they fall asleep.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and the dark clouds that had been hanging over Yueyang City seemed to be dispelled.

People unconsciously stepped outside and looked in the direction of the fighting.

The next moment, he seemed to see something surprising, but he was somewhat stunned.

Suddenly, countless stars appeared in the pitch-black night sky, deep and vast, radiating waves of warm energy.

More and more, brighter and brighter.

The surging energy slowly converged with the starlight, transforming into a giant sphere of light that illuminated the entire city as if it were daytime.

Like the sun, a tranquil atmosphere spread outwards, carried by the gentle breeze to everyone's hearts.

The new king revered ghosts, and for the past year, the city of Yueyang had been filled with howling winds and ghostly figures, but now it seemed that all of that had vanished.

Those fighting on the battlefield were momentarily stunned.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone looked up in a daze at the bright 'sun'.

For a moment, the killing, madness, worry, fear... all sorts of negative emotions seemed to be swept away, and a sense of peace settled in.

Of course, it only lasted for a moment.

Gentle scenery can only slightly relax the mind; people's desires cannot be relieved by magic.

Even after that instant, the battle continued.

The war continues, blood is spilled, and death occurs every minute and every second; no one can change the course of events.

However, as the light shone down, the huge hemispherical black barrier that enveloped Wang Huai and his group seemed to encounter something that restrained it. Like water vapor evaporating, it turned into wisps of black smoke and disappeared little by little.

"boom!"

The Netherworld Ghost Flag in the faceless ghost's hand seemed to have lost its support, its color faded, the patterns of the blue-faced, fanged evil ghosts on it disappeared, and the flagpole broke off.

The faceless demon gripped the broken flagpole. Although its expression was unreadable, it seemed to stand frozen in place, momentarily stunned.

Wang Huai and his group, along with these ghosts and spirits, were now completely exposed to everyone around them.

Headless giants, faceless men, flesh monsters, hollow men, and a one-armed general whose head and arm have been cut off...

"This...Your Majesty! Quickly, save the Emperor!"

"what is that?"

"Weird...monster!"

"who!"

……

Strange phenomena occurred one after another, leaving people overwhelmed.

The soldiers around him breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Wang Huai was unharmed.

They stood guard over their leader while staring in horror at the bizarre creatures opposite them.

"Ha ha!"

At the same time, unrestrained laughter reached my ears.

His shiny bald head was dazzling, and the big monk's body shimmered with golden Buddhist light. With his special agility, he moved nimbly and broke into the army formation, rushing to the forefront of Wang Huai's side.

Holding his nine-ringed broadsword, he slashed fiercely at the Blood King, who had swallowed the blood orb and swelled into a giant.

"Puch!"

The flesh-and-blood monster had one of its arms easily severed.

He had a golden swastika tattooed on his hand, and he slammed it towards the other person.

The reason why monks are impulsive and violent is partly due to their strength; they have never lost a fight since becoming monks.

He wasn't very good at preaching Buddhist scriptures, but he was quick to grasp martial arts and fighting techniques, and his progress in cultivating the art of subduing demons and ghosts was rapid.

Fearless and unrestrained, naturally impulsive and irritable. Dealing with these evil spirits of the underworld is a perfect fit for their profession.

The barrier shattered, and an unexpected enemy suddenly broke into the battlefield. The Blood King reacted quickly, and a blood-red long-handled lantern appeared in his other hand. With a casual wave, blood mist spread, concealing the five ghosts' figures while also avoiding the golden palm that the great monk was pressing towards him.

An invisible barrier also repelled the monk, and the severed arm transformed into countless blood-red flying swords that shot towards him.

"Jingle, clang, clang."

The blood sword struck the golden-clad monk, but it was as if it had struck steel, producing a series of crisp sounds.

"Buddha?"

Such obvious signs of strength allow one to see the monk's true nature at a glance.

An unexpected person appeared.

The faceless ghost looked up at the strange 'sun' and the menacing monk.

For a moment, I was completely bewildered.

There are very few cultivators in the world who can wield such supernatural powers, and most of them have extraordinary foundations and are blessed with special destinies.

The saying goes, "Even if you don't care about the monk, you should care about the Buddha." When interests are intertwined, some conflicts should not be allowed to arise.

Chen Guo worships ghosts, and this place has already belonged to the underworld. According to the rules, no immortals or gods will interfere!
How did this monk end up here?

Many things in today's battle have exceeded expectations.

The Blood-Clad Army's kingly aura was unexpected, and now the addition of an outsider to stir things up is even more unexpected.

The atmosphere that rushed into the army formation seemed to become somewhat oppressive, making it hard for people to breathe.

The monk glanced at the warm 'sun' in the dome, shouldered his broadsword, and shouted at the group of ghosts and spirits: "The human world is not the underworld; this place belongs to the living, not the dead! You should all leave at once!"

Mingchen only asked him to save Wang Huai's life; he didn't want to concern himself with anything else.

"Humph!"

The plan was completely exposed. Faced with a massive army, even with boundless power and supernatural abilities, they were powerless to take Wang Huai away.

but!

It would have been fine if the monk had spoken politely, but to arrogantly and presumptuously drive them away like dogs was going too far.

If they leave in such a disgraceful manner, they will only embarrass the underworld.

The faceless ghost figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

next moment,
"Forehead……"

The monk trembled, feeling the ground beneath his feet become soft and light and shadow shift before his eyes.

When he came to his senses, only half of his body was left on the ground; the other half had been pulled into the earth by some unknown force.

"The state of Chen worships ghosts, and its territory has already belonged to the underworld."

"We can walk on our own!"

A chilling sound came from beside my ear.

The implication was that he was explaining the rules and that he was in the right.

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he felt a throbbing in his chest, as if his heart had been gently squeezed.

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the ghost with a hollow chest and a cold expression.

The other person was making a hand seal with one hand, his eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light as he stared at him. His other hand was strangely bent and reached into the empty space in his chest.

What kind of spell is this?
He knew very well that the other person could have crushed his heart with a single blow.

But the other party did not do so, which was a warning.

He gripped the knife tightly, staring solemnly at the ghosts and spirits opposite him.

Even when overwhelmed by the sheer force of this army of 100,000, these ghosts and gods could still use bizarre and unpredictable methods.

He was a bit careless!

……

"This……"

The previously dire situation seemed to have suddenly reversed.

With the barrier broken, the pitch-black darkness was illuminated by the gentle sun, and the scene before him regained its brightness. Wang Huai finally saw clearly who his opponent was.

However, he was somewhat bewildered by the current situation, which was completely beyond his expectations.

Clearly, someone was helping him.

Who is that golden-robed monk?

In the chaos, he had no time to speak with Buchen, but instead commanded the soldiers around him, "Soldiers, follow me and fight the enemy!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Previously, it was in the dark, and we couldn't see anything, but this was in the enemy's home ground.

Now, they can all see!

So what if we start over, what do ghosts and gods matter!

Wang Huai believed that his soldiers could sever the ties between life and death and drive away evil spirits.

An overbearing aura rippled outwards, the emperor's eyes blazing, his imposing presence firmly fixed on the ghostly figure hidden in the blood mist.

Instead of thinking about retreating to save their lives, they picked up their broadswords, shouted loudly, and bravely charged forward.

That's just how he was; he rose to power in a chaotic world, like a great sword cleaving through the decaying human realm.

Just like it is now.

So this is what the emperor of the Blood-Clad Army is like.

Even Bu Chen, who was standing to the side, was stunned by the scene.

The world is different in the eyes of a cultivator. He can see that endless power is swirling around Wang Huai, and his aura is rising higher and higher.

He transformed into a giant sword and slashed towards the blood-mist ghostly figure.

This emperor, who rose from humble beginnings, certainly had some spirit; he was truly a hero. The blood-soaked army that Bu Chen saw was not worthy of him.

failure!

This is unacceptable to ghosts and spirits.

Having launched such a massive, sinister, and unpredictable attack, if they were to fail and slink away in disgrace...

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to one's reputation.

But... how do we win?

Without the barrier to shield it, the sunlight shone brightly from the dome.

More and more soldiers gathered, their combined aura locking onto them, their battle cries chilling and compelling, pinning them firmly to their spot.

Even some strange and supernatural powers could not be used and would not be effective.

The ghosts and spirits exchanged glances.

With a wave of his hand, the Executioner King conjured a hideous head that was surprisingly small compared to his enormous size.

He placed it on his empty neck, forming a hand seal with one hand.

[The Ghost Transforms into a Mortal]

The next instant, the swollen body shrank instantly. Although it was still robust, it no longer had the exaggeratedly large size of its ghostly form.

The eerie and ghostly aura seemed to have completely dissipated, leaving no trace of its original imposing and majestic appearance. It looked like a valiant general with a rugged face and a long-handled axe in his hand.

He let out a soft breath and felt the pressure around him decrease sharply.

Since his divine body is constrained by military formations, he might as well become a pure warrior.

For thousands of years, no one has ever entered this fierce battlefield again.

He sniffed the rusty scent in the air, gripped his weapon tightly, and stared intently at Wang Huai as he charged forward.

"when!"

The broadsword and the long-handled axe clashed violently.

"Drink!" he roared, blocking Wang Huai's path. He wielded his long-handled axe with skill, the blade gleaming with a chilling light, and slashed fiercely towards Wang Huai's neck.

He took pleasure in beheading people during his lifetime, but he killed far too many people!
What harm is there in beheading another emperor?

"Whoosh!"

But just then, a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came.

……

On the other side, fallen leaves swayed in the wind.

Mingchen waved his hand, summoning the bright sun.

Seeing that Wang Huai was safe and sound, Mingchen smiled gently.

That saved him from using fire.

"And let's settle this old score as well."

"General, how about I avenge you?"

Seeing that the ghosts and spirits still hadn't left, Mingchen seemed to remember something. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the soft jade in his hand, and murmured softly, "Lend me your power."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The next instant, a cold wind blew, and ghostly figures swirled.

The gentle and kind demeanor he had shown when he borrowed the Dharma from the Crown Prince seemed to vanish in an instant. Mingchen raised an eyebrow, his aura becoming somewhat cold and hard.

Zhao Rujie, the Demon Slayer.

This general was originally Ling Yu's garrison commander in the northern border, and Ming Chen was not familiar with him.

But Mingchen knew that the general had died at the hands of the King of Beheading.

He stretched out his hand, pointing to the distant battlefield, where a large, black, engraved bow and a broken sword gleaming slightly appeared.

He drew his bow to its fullest extent, aiming at the headless demon. The great bow gleamed with a deep, eerie light on the mountaintop, like a deity, keeping the living at bay.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of sword light, and it pierced through the air.

……

These ghosts and spirits possessed bizarre abilities, changing their appearance in an instant; even headless people grew heads.

He possessed great strength and superb martial arts skills.

Seeing the axe blade coming down on him, Wang Huai instinctively raised his broadsword to block it.

But the next moment,
The expected shockwave from the clash of weapons did not materialize.

The decapitation king, holding a long-handled axe, suddenly shuddered and stood frozen in place.

However, a fist-sized hole appeared in his chest, from which tiny specks of fluorescent light emanated, but no blood flowed out.

Looking in the direction of the hole, a broken sword was stuck in the soil and slowly disappeared.

The King of Execution stood frozen in place, staring blankly at the broken sword on the ground that was slowly disappearing.

This sword... it seems somewhat familiar to him.

"thump."

As he pondered, the figure fell to the ground and slowly disappeared.

……

Mingchen stood on the mountaintop and slowly released the bowstring from his hand.

The great bow slowly disappeared, and the luminous jade in his hand shimmered.

Zhuo Yao, the King of Beheadings.

The book of Immortal Jade Records turned a page, revealing a headless giant carrying a chain axe, exuding a ghostly aura.

Following the departure of Mars Lord from Dongchuan, another deity with a similar style has appeared.

Mingchen stroked the Immortal Jade Record in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

Unlike the old emperor and the crown prince, Li Huoxingjun Yu Dongchuan could not borrow the law.

Now, even the decapitation of Wang Zhuoyao is not an option.

Their names simply appeared in the Immortal Jade Record.

Is it an attack? Or does it require inflicting massive damage for these ethereal deities to appear in the Immortal Jade Record?
What should we do after it appears?

He pondered to himself.

"It's about time... it should end soon."

These are gods and ghosts that have survived for thousands of years; they must be wise and know when to stop.

The farce is about to come to an end.

"That saves you the trouble."

He smiled and tapped the little bird's head.

Originally, it was uncertain whether the monk could withstand the attack, and it was planned to send two powerful warriors, Long Lian and Fu Yao, to the field.

Now it seems that it is not necessary.

The tenacity and bravery of the troops led by Wang Huai exceeded his expectations.

Let's wait a little longer. If more people die... it will be a real hassle to deal with these troops later.

……

who? !
The faceless demon shifted its gaze, looking in the direction from which the broken sword had been shot.

Although it has no eyes on its face, it can break through the barriers of space and see into more distant directions.

someone!

He knew very well that there was another person there!
This person ruined their plans.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted all around, their battle cries deafening.

Arrows rained down on the demons and gods.

Although it doesn't cause any real harm, it does sting a little.

"drink!"

The monk glared angrily, golden light shooting from his eyes. He formed a mudra, and his entire body seemed to swell up, radiating Buddhist light. He forcefully pulled himself out of the mud, staring intently at the heart-gouging demon.

A majestic and awe-inspiring phantom image of Buddha sat on a lotus platform, eyes closed, radiating Buddhist light, seemingly appearing and disappearing behind him.

"what!!!"

"Kill! Charge!!"

"No, I surrender... I surrender..."

The ancient capital, which had not been invaded by enemy troops for hundreds of years, was finally breached by people who climbed the city walls and fought with the defending soldiers.

The solemn city gates were also forced open, and the rebels filed in, creating chaos.

The tide is gone.

Trapped in the quagmire of the army's formation, if the enemy remains calm, the few ghosts and gods cannot act rashly.

There was a strange sun overhead, and he was no longer able to use his supernatural powers.

Making such a big commotion but failing to take Wang Huai away makes it seem like a bit of a letdown.

As they pondered...

"Boom boom boom!"

Just then, a series of violent rumbling sounds came from the earth.

"Woooooo~"

"what!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; people stood frozen in place, as if they could hear ghosts crying in their ears.

This place is a battlefield, where fighting and death take place every moment.

A chilling wind howled, and the spirits of the dead wailed; far too many people had died today.

Amidst the rumbling of the earth, countless corpses writhed eerily on the ground, squeezing out all their blood, which flowed and gathered into a river.

The blood waves surged, seemingly under the control of some being, changing shape in mid-air, gradually taking form, and converging into a huge door frame.

The crimson aura solidified, transforming into blood-red wood, exuding a pungent, bloody smell. Its surface shimmered with light, and was imprinted with intricate patterns and images of ferocious demons with blue faces and fangs.

Some people, out of curiosity, peered through the door frame and were immediately terrified. Their eyes widened in fear, their faces filled with terror, as if they had seen something horrible. They were disoriented, stunned, and filled with fear.

"Woooooo~"

The cold wind was biting, and the cries of the dying soldiers echoed in my ears.

The atmosphere on the entire battlefield fell eerily quiet.

The next instant, everyone shuddered, their faces filled with horror.

Indescribable, unimaginable, uncontrollable, incomprehensible...

Suddenly, a gigantic hand emerged from the massive gate to the underworld. The hand was covered in scales, surrounded by a dark purple light, and covered with unknown runes.

He waved gently at Wang Huai.

The brave and fearless king was shaken, feeling as if his soul had been shattered, and he felt somewhat lost and disoriented.

Behind him, Zhan Gui, Zui Gui, and Shan Gui, three brothers who had followed Wang Huai all the way up, shuddered and fell to the ground, lifeless.

They were among the first to invest with Wang Huai, but they died on the eve of victory.

How can things work if no one dies? How can mortals stop ghosts and gods?

They must die.

Sufficient sacrifice, sufficient grief, fear, and anger are needed for something to be remembered.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his palm around and slammed it down on the menacing monk.

"boom!"

Before the monk could finish his spell, and before the phantom behind him could solidify, it was shattered by the strong wind.

Bu Chen stared wide-eyed at the palm, streaks of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The shadow overhead gradually grew larger.

"boom!"

The palm showed no mercy, slamming down on him and slamming him directly beneath its surface. The giant palm landed, kicking up dust.

Those who break the rules need to be punished.

Several ghosts and spirits looked at the door and the enormous hand with a hint of reverence.

But at this moment,

"Sa!"

A strong wind rose, and a chilling aura seemed to emanate from all directions, as if this area outside the ancient city was locked in by countless energies.

Immediately after finishing his task, his hand and the door turned into a bloody mist and disappeared.

The gate of hell appeared, a hand slapped, and then it disappeared—all of this happened in a single instant.

At the same time, several ghosts and spirits also disappeared into the shadows.

In an instant, all the ghostly figures vanished, and everything returned to calm, as if they had never existed.

Wang Huai survived, and the ordeal of the Blood-Clad Army is finally over.

The soldiers on the battlefield were somewhat dazed.

What they saw and heard today was completely beyond their comprehension.

The siege continues, and the defenders of Yueyang have been routed and can no longer withstand the relentless onslaught of the Blood-Clad Army.

There is no need for the three days the general mentioned. When the sun rises again tomorrow, the Blood-Clad Army can set foot on the capital city, which represents the heart of the nation.

But at this moment, those on the battlefield in the rear had no time to pay attention to the city they had longed for for so long.

"Cough cough cough..."

"You cunning Mingchen, this humble monk has truly fallen for your elaborate trick!"

Beneath the enormous handprint, the monk's body shimmered with golden light, his body as hard as iron and stone, yet he was completely embedded in the mud, impossible to pry out.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he coughed incessantly, muttering complaints as he watched the bright 'sun' gradually disappear from the dome.

He hadn't experienced such a setback since leaving the temple.

Dealing with a few ghost kings is one thing, but what the hell is this thing that came out later?

I almost slapped him to death.

(End of this chapter)