Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 422 Pardon and Judgment!
sixth day.

As the sun rose once again, dispelling the last vestiges of darkness that shrouded the earth, the brief but incredibly bloody rebellion within the Church of the God of War was completely quelled.

It has only been two days since Buck led his army out to war.

Of the more than 200,000 rebels from the three major tribes, some died and some surrendered.

As a price, of the eight thousand iron cavalry that Buck led when he went to war, only three thousand remained in his army when he returned bloodied.

Looking around, everyone was injured, including many who had suffered serious injuries or missing limbs.

The ferocity of this battle is evident.

Behind the silent and grim cavalry formation, more than two thousand tribal generals who once commanded the winds and rains on the grasslands were linked together like livestock awaiting slaughter.

Staggering, they followed the returning cavalry, step by step, toward their unknown destination.

Jiuyuan Border County!

A crucial military stronghold was recently captured by the Gen army, symbolizing that the Church of the God of War has officially established itself in Changyuan.

At this moment, on the vast, boundless plains outside the city, large enough to accommodate a million-strong army.

The tribal army numbered over 400,000, with banners like a forest and swords and spears like wheat.

When Mo Yu appeared, the army that had been waiting there unleashed a frenzied roar like a landslide and a tsunami!
"Welcome, High Priest!"

"Welcome, High Priest!"

The five loyal priests, including Urka, and their generals lined up before the army to greet them, their faces a mixture of awe, excitement, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

They had already received news of how Buck had swiftly and decisively defeated the three rebel factions.

The nightmare of being unable to use the power of the God of War haunted the hearts of each and every one of them like an inescapable shadow.

Even though, according to the reports, many of the rebels' elite warriors, at the last moment, reawakened the power of the God of War within them through their indomitable will.

But what does this prove?

It's just that the High Priest was 'kind-hearted' and didn't completely ban it.

Therefore, even though their army absorbed the lower-ranking soldiers of the three completely scattered tribes after the war, and their strength increased rather than decreased, their hearts were still incredibly heavy.

Mo Yu stood quietly before the army formation, his gaze calmly meeting the three thousand black cavalry slowly approaching from the horizon.

"Wow--"

Buck led his troops to Mo Yu and dismounted.

Behind him, three thousand knights moved in perfect unison, kneeling on one knee and pounding their right fists toward their hearts:
"Greetings, High Priest! We have fulfilled our mission and perfectly carried out the High Priest's divine decree! We have brought divine punishment upon the rebels!!"

Mo Yu didn't speak, but simply looked at them calmly.

A vast, boundless life force emanated from his body, gently enveloping the three thousand-plus riders like a warm spring rain.

Buck and the others felt a warm current flow through their bodies, and the pain inside and outside their bodies almost disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yu ignited two balls of red Qi in his hands, and red Qi hands materialized out of thin air, surging towards the Black Knight warriors who had lost limbs in the battle.

Amidst the utter astonishment of the crowd, a miracle occurred.

At the wound, flesh and blood writhe, and stark white bones regenerate from the flesh and blood, with tendons, blood vessels, and skin covering them in turn.

The man who lost an arm grew it back.

The man who had lost a leg grew a new one.

Using the "Dual Hands" technique to treat over three thousand people in one go, even with Mo Yu's current control over the technique, made her scalp tingle.

After all, this is a delicate job that cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.

Everyone's limb structure has subtle differences. Once he decides to take action, he will definitely do it perfectly the first time and will never produce a batch of defective products.

The Black Knights felt their wounds heal and their newly grown, identical severed limbs.

The already intense gaze intensified to an even greater degree! The way they looked at Mo Yu was like gazing up at the one true god walking among mortals!

"High Priest, your divine might is boundless! We swear to serve you to the death! Our resolve is to charge into battle, even unto death!!"

Another incredibly powerful battle cry resounded through the sky!
At this moment, let alone asking them to punish the rebels, you could even ask them to point their swords at their own tribe without the slightest hesitation!

Mo Yu reached out and pressed down in mid-air.

'The Trapped Camp...'

He glanced at Buck, who was kneeling at the front, and figured that the guy must have overheard something while he was muttering to himself.

However, judging from their performance in this battle, they do indeed deserve this title.

Eight thousand against two hundred thousand, although they had deprived the enemy of their war god power, their fearless charge and their resolute determination to fight to the death made them an invincible army.

They may die, but they will never be defeated!
"In that case, in the name of the High Priest, I bestow upon you the name 'The Vanguard Camp'!"

"I hope that you will always maintain this high fighting spirit, never falter in a hundred battles, and never let it fade away!"

Mo Yu made gestures in the air with his hands; his intention was not simply to bestow a title.

Instead, through the [Heavenly Register], the connection between these three thousand believers and their god is strengthened, and a portion of the god's power is permanently used to create a unique "profession" tailored just for them!
It can also be called—Imperial Conferment!
"Om-"

The three thousand elite soldiers of the Vanguard Camp felt a jolt throughout their bodies as a force far more powerful than before surged into their limbs and bones.

Buck clenched his fist tightly, feeling the surging power within him. He could clearly feel that his physical strength was at least 30% stronger than before!
Moreover, in addition to the existing divine favor skills, two new divine favor skills appeared in his mind.

【Sharpening the Edge Through Battle】: Cuts through the weapons of the strong, reaps the lives of the strong, and permanently increases the sharpness of one's own "War God Weapon".

[Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique]: Burns life force to gain a huge boost in a short period of time.

These two skills were carefully selected by Mo Yu.

The former is a growth skill, and also the complete version of the divine favor skill "War God Weapon", which is the artifact characteristic of the horn shield that the War God previously possessed.

The latter is the Glory Bomb, a skill that Mo Yu directly selected from the skill library and instilled into the minds of these warriors.

There was nothing they could do; even the landlords had no surplus grain.

The God of War was already malnourished after evolving, and now it has forcibly linked with more than three thousand elite warriors, occupying its already limited "divine power pool," so it really can't provide any more skills.

So only High Priest Mo Yu could make up for the missing portion out of his own pocket. More than three thousand warriors of the Trapped Camp unleashed a powerful aura, their shared auras merging into a cloud of black and red mist rising in mid-air.

"Roar! Trapped Camp! Trapped Camp! Trapped Camp!!"

Strength, honor, and conviction mingled together, transforming into a boiling fighting spirit in the hearts of the warriors. They once again raised their weapons and let out a deafening roar.

'This is……'

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly; the change in the scene before him was something he had not anticipated.

But no matter how you look at it, it has a sense of déjà vu that seems familiar.

'The Military Soul Legion from the Qin's Moon world? They even shared this? Or is the so-called Military Soul Legion essentially a product of a deep connection between an elite legion and a certain god?'

This unexpected joy made him even more convinced of the value of cultivating a "God of War".

Originally, he only wanted to use this method to cultivate a suitable ultimate imperial weapon for himself.

But now it seems that the Church of the God of War, which he had not valued much before, has unexpectedly borne abundant fruit.

More than three thousand warriors at the half-step Innate Realm, shrouded in the cloud of military spirit energy, were enough to directly surround and kill a martial arts grandmaster at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

Furthermore, this military force, combined with his own martial will, allows him to unleash even greater power amidst the vast army!

To be precise, it's not just about adding him alone, but about adding any Grandmaster of the Celestial Realm who has comprehended their own martial will.

Moreover, considering that the average age of the Trapped Camp warriors is around thirty, they clearly have more room for improvement, and reaching the Innate Realm is definitely not a problem.

As long as one continues to fight to the death and breaks through to the Celestial Realm, becoming a martial arts grandmaster is only a matter of course.

Mo Yu lowered his eyes and pondered, deciding to increase the intensity of the effort.

His gaze swept over the more than 400,000-strong tribal army, then over the rebel generals and officers chained together behind the Trapped Camp, and a thought vaguely surfaced in his mind.

"All right."

Mo Yu reached out and pressed down again.

The fervent warriors of the Trapped Camp instantly suppressed their burning passion and returned to calm.

"Remove the restraints from these rebel prisoners and return their weapons to them."

Mo Yu gave the order to Buck.

Although Buck did not understand what he meant, he did not hesitate to carry it out and waved to the soldiers behind him.

In no time, the chains and shackles on more than two thousand rebel officers were removed.

A batch of brand-new weapons was displayed in front of them.

"Go back."

Mo Yu waved his hand, signaling Buck to lead the warriors of the Trapped Camp to retreat.

This cleared out a large space for him and the rebel prisoners of war.

Mo Yu strode forward and casually picked up a longsword stuck upside down in the ground from the pile of weapons.

With his left hand clenched, golden branches spread out from the void, intertwining with his right arm to form a golden horned shield, just as it had always been.

This thing is the current form of the God of War, and also the core of the Sacred Forest on Nathan Island.

Although in terms of physical strength it is only at the level of ordinary hardwood, and not even as good as the brass horn shield of the past, the extraordinary power contained within it has far surpassed that of the past.

The newly freed rebel prisoners of war looked at Mo Yu with a mixture of confusion and awe, not quite understanding what the High Priest was up to this time.

Mo Yu stood alone in front of them, his gaze calmly sweeping over each face, whether filled with fear, resentment, or numbness.

"Faced with worldly prosperity and power, you have betrayed your true nature as warriors and chosen to succumb to your own desires."

“You have forgotten the original intentions you had when you joined the church, and with your foolishness and greed, you have tarnished the glory of the God of War.”

The calm words struck the hearts of these guilty generals like a heavy hammer.

Many of them wore expressions of deep shame and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

People are always like this: when faced with the temptation of desire, they easily succumb; but after calming down, they regret their actions.

"Whether according to religious rules or military law, you should all be executed."

Mo Yu paused here, her tone shifting slightly.
"But you once basked in the glory of the God of War and also contributed to the Church. For former warriors to die like pigs and dogs, helplessly awaiting slaughter, is too shameful for a warrior."

He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the group of criminal generals.

"In the name of the High Priest of the Church of the God of War, I hereby bestow upon you the final glory of dying as warriors in battle."

"Take up your weapons and attack me!"

"Use your lives and blood to wash away your sins and defend your final glory as warriors!"

Before Mo Yu and the Sinner General, the swords, spears, and halberds, stuck upside down in the ground, gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The entire battlefield fell into dead silence.

The 400,000-strong army unconsciously lowered their breathing, and all eyes were focused on the open space.

One against two thousand!
Moreover, these are two thousand battle-hardened warriors! Every single one of them is at least a centurion! Among them are tribal generals who command tens of thousands of men!
However, not a single person present believed that their mere two thousand or so people had even the slightest hope of defeating the High Priest.

However, to die at the hands of the High Priest is indeed a great blessing for the warriors of the Church of War.

However, that's what it means...

In the hearts of all the tribal warriors, High Priest Mo Yu was actually a figure they revered even more than the God of War.

Especially these rebel prisoners of war who knew they were guilty, their awe and remorse made them not even dare to look up at Mo Yu, so how could they dare to muster the courage to draw their swords against their god?

Mo Yu did not urge him again.

Alone, shield in hand and sword in hand, he stood quietly in the open space.

He believed that these tribal warriors would make the choices that a warrior should make.

(End of this chapter)