Daqin Zhentiansi

The old mermaid had a venomous look in her eyes and uttered syllables.

The voice was strange, the pronunciation was difficult and distorted, unlike any known human language.

A secret agent from the Zhen Tian Division, fluent in multiple languages ​​and in charge of intelligence, listened intently. After a moment, an incredulous look of horror crossed his face: "She...she seems to be cursing..."

"But it's not the dialect of any tribe in the East Sea! Nor is it the language of any region in the Nine Provinces!"

Not a Kyushu language?

Luo Hongxiu, standing beside Zhang Yuan, frowned.

"The phrases interspersed within... I've seen similar tones in extremely secret ancient texts," the agent hesitated, "and I suspect they're related to some lost... even legendary 'secret language of myriad worlds' that connects multiple worlds, either from the far west or beyond the heavens!"

Secrets of the Myriad Realms!

Luo Hongxiu suddenly looked up at the deep, boundless sea in front of her.

"Could the rumors be true? Is there a 'gate' to other great worlds hidden deep within this sea?"

The faces of everyone around were filled with shock.

The Zhen Tian Si (镇天司) contains secret records that document the affairs of the Zhou Tian Great World and the myriad stars and celestial bodies.

But those are all rumors and secrets; whether such a thing actually exists is unknown.

Zhang Yuan remained calm.

He had already learned a lot of secrets about the East China Sea from the relics in Zhenhaiwei.

Furthermore, the message sent by the Heavenly Guardian Office confirmed that the East Sea indeed has a passage connecting to the Boundless Sea, allowing one to reach beyond the heavens.

“Spare her life and send her back to the capital.”

Zhang Yuan waved his hand dismissively.

……

Three consecutive fierce battles, each with a distinct style.

Sometimes ice collides with flames, sometimes fire scorches steel in a frenzy, sometimes sonic illusions contend with the soul-suppressing golden light.

Zhang Yuan remained standing at the highest point of the bow, unmoved as a mountain.

Although every soldier in the new army was wounded and their armor was stained with blood, their fighting spirit grew even stronger.

Their eyes no longer held the tension and probing of their initial arrival in the East China Sea, but were filled with the composure and confidence of seasoned veterans.

The Ministry of Works' new equipment has been tempered by fire and blood, the Secret Medicine Department's unique formulas and medicines have been validated, and the cooperation between the various departments has become increasingly smooth and seamless.

Every battle transforms this fleet, yielding not only mountains of rare materials and countless monster essences, but also invaluable combat experience and a deeper understanding of its own limits.

Soon, statistics on battle losses and gains from each division were compiled.

Chen Wu's staff officers stepped forward, holding the register, and solemnly reported:
"Report! After three consecutive battles, the casualties are as follows—"

The army suffered over 800 casualties and serious injuries, mainly due to the attack by the swarm of gold-devouring crabs and injuries sustained in close combat from sea monsters.

These soldiers have been properly treated and trained into half-demon warriors using the methods of the Ancestral Dragon Guard.

In addition, thirty-two soldiers suffered shattered souls and could not be brought back to life.

The methods of the Underworld are not absolute; those whose souls are shattered are powerless against them.

These fallen soldiers will naturally receive compensation and resettlement.

Both Yu Wanjun and Xue Dingyue were military commanders who had long been accustomed to life and death.

Deep in the East China Sea, such a fierce battle, with fewer than a thousand casualties, is already a remarkable victory.

"My lord, all the spoils have been sealed!" The official in charge of records from the Ministry of Works opened the archives and bowed to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan took the book and looked at the records inside.

Nine thousand sets of "Frost Abyss Armor" were forged from the shells of ice-crushing dragon crabs, providing protection against cold and poison.

40,000 catties of "mysterious gold sand" were extracted from the carapace of gold-devouring crabs, increasing the sharpness of weapons by 30%.

Six hundred "Mermaid Silk Water-Repelling Clothes" were made from the skin of the Huanyin Mermaid and could withstand the pressure of thousands of feet of water.

……

In addition to the densely packed records of supplies, there were also some special items that were registered and cataloged.

A volume titled "Ancient Sea Script," a cluster of magnetic source crystals from the "Mysterious Magnetic Mountain," and a secret record of incantations from "Ancient Languages ​​of Another World."

Zhang Yuan closed the book in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the still-smoke-filled sea, then over the blood-stained yet resolute faces aboard the warships. He slowly nodded, uttering only one word:

"it is good."

The voice remained calm, yet carried a barely perceptible hint of approval.

As he nodded, Yu Wanjun straightened up, his voice suddenly rising and resounding across the sea: "Fleet, adjust your formation!"

"Target—the boundless sea."

Full speed ahead!

The heavy anchor of the Zhenhai Ship was retracted, emitting a dull rumble.

The massive fleet, like a steel dragon reborn from the ashes, once again cleaved through the raging waves.

With unparalleled malevolence and a thirst for new secrets and truths, they charged wildly toward the ultimate abyss shrouded in billions of years of mist and the will of the demon lord!
The dark blue silhouette of the ship, the blood-stained flag, carved a churning white trail across the boundless, deep blue sea.

That chilling blade points straight to the boundless sea!

What's the point of hunting in the East China Sea if you don't venture into the boundless ocean?
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The hinterland of Liangyuan.

Thousand Buddha Plain.

The biting wind whipped up the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert, which lashed against the imposing black armor, producing a dull rustling sound.

This once sacred land, filled with the sounds of chanting, is now completely surrounded by 300,000 Qin Heavenly Guards.

The million-strong army of monks was compressed into a narrow defensive line made up of dilapidated Buddhist temples and jagged boulders.

The once compassionate and dignified face now only showed despair and unconcealed fear.

Banners fluttered in the wind, and the black "Qin" character embroidered with the ferocious mythical beast Bi'an stood out starkly against the twilight sky.

Before the army's formation, Zhenxi Marquis Ouyang Shucai stood ready with his sword at the ready, his scarlet cloak resembling a congealed blood clot.

Beside him, Baili Xi, with a cold and stern face, placed his hand on his waist token, his gaze sweeping across the opposing ranks of monk soldiers, which were layered upon each other and already exuding an air of decay, like a hawk's.

"Roar--!"

Without any command, the dull, thunderous footsteps suddenly exploded!
The earth groaned under the footsteps of iron hooves and heavy armor.

"Arrowhead—! Break!!"

A formation of one hundred men is like an arrowhead, a formation of one thousand men is like a giant cone!

The advance of the Heavenly Guards was not a chaotic charge, but a massive winch composed of countless precisely meshed war machines!

The first rank of heavily armored shield guards advanced like a mountain, their black iron shields connected like a wall, with armor-piercing heavy spears over ten feet long and gleaming coldly protruding from the gaps!

The Buddhist light that the monks hastily unleashed and the immense force of their staffs crashing down struck the iron wall, only scattering blinding sparks and producing dull echoes.

The shield wall remained completely still!

Behind the shields, crossbowmen fired precise shots, the crossbow bolts designed to break through the protective aura of the Buddha silently piercing through, accurately taking the lives of the monks who were trying to chant incantations.

"Tiger!"

The shield wall suddenly split!

Like a lurking tiger opening its blood-red maw.

The Martial Spirit Beast instantly materialized!

Heavy infantrymen, like a flood bursting its banks, charged into the enemy ranks, brandishing their well-forged, standard-issue swords!

Wherever the blade flashed, whether it was a fine iron staff or an enchanted cassock, they shattered like rotten wood!
The sharpness of the Qin sword, imbued with the fierce spirit of the soldiers, is invincible when combined with the attack formation!
"kill--!"

The piercing screams mingled with the clang of metal on metal and the muffled thuds of flesh being torn apart.

The Qin soldiers had cold eyes and their movements were concise and efficient, like farmers harvesting wheat fields.

They moved in groups of three or five, covering each other's flanks. When one person blocked a move, several swords would strike simultaneously, instantly dismembering any exposed monk soldiers.

Blood soaked the yellow sand, forming a viscous stream.

This is not a battle, it is a one-sided massacre!

The Qin army's iron-clad order crushed the chaotic individual bravery. (End of Chapter)