Douluo Continent: The Angel of the Dead, starting by slaying Bibi Dong!

Chapter Nineteen: His Majesty is the Grim Reaper, capable of resurrection!

Thump!

Emperor Xueye slumped heavily onto his throne, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"They can conjure soldiers from beans and cure all diseases. Could it be... could it be that they really are gods?"

Beside Xue Qinghe, Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered.

"There are no gods. They just had some food to feed them and some healing-type Soul Masters to treat their injuries."

"Your Majesty, I believe that the Spirit Hall was behind all of this."

"This is beyond our control now. We must unite with the Star Luo Empire to destroy the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Empire."

"Without their spiritual support, they will inevitably return to their previous lives."

Upon hearing this on a snowy night, he was overjoyed.

"Yes, yes, the Imperial Advisor is right."

"Once we destroy the Spirit Empire and the Spirit Hall, these unruly people will have nowhere to go and will inevitably return to their registered residences, continuing to be peasants!"

August 1, 2631 of the Douluo Calendar.

The two emperors met in the Kingdom of Barak.

A meeting was held to exonerate the accused.

The final decision was made: the two empires would unite, send a million troops, and integrate about 20,000 soul masters to suppress the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Empire.

The two empires had tens of millions of people and millions of soldiers, so it was not that they could not muster more troops.

Rather, their remaining troops could not be deployed. With uprisings breaking out across the empire, they needed to retain some troops to suppress the rebellions.

Otherwise, our house will be robbed.

Martial Soul Empire

Qian Xunling looked at the million-strong army in front of her. Although nearly half of them were civilians from various places who had followed the Spirit Hall, there was a lot of exaggeration in their numbers.

But don't forget, Wuhun City still has 100,000 elite troops and 30,000 soul masters.

Of course, this is not the source of Chihiro's confidence.

"Second Uncle, we hope for your safe return. Xue'er is at the Spirit Hall, waiting for your triumphant return!"

Qian Renxue looked at Qian Xunling, who was making her final pep talk, with a face full of worry.

Although she knew her second uncle was the strongest on the continent, the thought of him fighting against the two great empires of the continent still made her worry.

"Don't worry, when we wake up, the Spirit Hall will still be the Spirit Hall, and the Spirit Empire will still be the Spirit Empire."

"When the girl wakes up, the mainland will belong to the Qian family."

Qian Xunling raised her hand and patted Qian Renxue's head.

With a raised hand, the aura of the dead on Qian Xunling's body instantly surged to its peak.

Click!

A blinding bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

"The Northern Expedition!!!"

lose?

Chihiro never imagined she would lose. What a joke, she thought she would lose?

These two mere empires, although the million-strong army he led this time was largely unreliable, even extremely weak.

So what? I have mastered necromancy. If I die, I'll become an undead and rise up to continue the fight.

July 7th.

The Second World War broke out in Douluo Continent, with a total of two million troops on both sides.

The battleground is the Kingdom of Barak.

"kill!!!"

"The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!!!"

"In this year of the sexagenary cycle, his achievements will be remembered for generations to come!!!"

The slogans roared like thunder.

However, the disadvantages of the Spirit Empire's army soon became apparent.

Since nearly half of the soldiers were civilians and had only undergone military training for a month, they were no match for the battle-hardened elites of the two great empires.

The elite troops of the two great empires could often fight three against one, while our soldiers were inferior in weapons and armor, often requiring five against one.

Often, it takes ten casualties on the side of the Martial Soul Empire to exchange for one person from the two great empires.

"Your Majesty, the casualties are too high! We request the intervention of the Martial Soul Army!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Golden Crocodile Douluo could no longer remain seated.

If this continues, it's hard to say whether we can replace half a million of these one million people.

"Go."

Qian Xunling nodded, this was within his expectations, but he was not in a hurry.

With the arrival of the Wuhun City army, a huge gap was quickly torn open in the battlefield of the Barak Kingdom.

The 100,000-strong army of Wuhun City is the foundation of the Wuhun Hall. They not only have the best weapons and armor, but also eat the best food and fodder. Their combat strength is simply incomparable to that of the soldiers of the two great empires.

The casualties dropped by half instantly.

However, the drawbacks are also very obvious. The army of Wuhun City only has 100,000 men, while the combined army of the two empires has a full million men.

"Your Majesty, our death toll has exceeded 200,000, and the number of wounded has surpassed 100,000."

"Requesting the Soul Master to participate."

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Golden Crocodile Douluo sought out Qian Xunling once again.

At this time, the Kingdom of Barak had become a meat grinder on the battlefield, with people dying every moment.

"In another battle, casualties are irrelevant."

Qian Xunling ignored Golden Crocodile Douluo's request.

It's not time for him to make a move yet.

The golden crocodile gritted its teeth and left.

"Your Majesty, the death toll has exceeded 300,000, and the number of injured has exceeded 200,000."

"If this continues, my Martial Soul Empire will be utterly defeated."

···

"Let's fight again!"

Until one day, the Golden Crocodile came to Qian Xunling again.

"Your Majesty, the death toll has exceeded 500,000. The entire army of my Martial Soul Empire has been rotated, and everyone has been wounded to some extent."

"With more than half of them killed or wounded, if we don't leave the field soon, I'm afraid they'll mutini; some have already deserted."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunling slowly stood up.

With over half the force injured or killed, and everyone having been on the battlefield, it's time for them to take action themselves.

A joint force of two countries.

"Hahaha, the Martial Soul Empire? What a joke! It's just an empire built by a bunch of peasants. How could it possibly compare to our two great empires!"

"With no more than 300,000 casualties, we can rout the Martial Soul Empire, wipe them out in one fell swoop, and go home for the New Year!!!"

The generals of the two empires laughed wildly. They had thought it would be a tough battle, but they never expected that the Spirit Hall's army would crumble at the slightest touch. It was as if they had come to their doom.

Just as they were gathering their entire army, intending to crush the Martial Soul Empire in one fell swoop.

Swish~!

A blond figure appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

Qian Xunling looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, the blood flowing like a river, and the thick aura of death tinged the sky with gloom.

Her aura was no longer restrained, and a dense aura of the dead surged uncontrollably into Qian Xunling's body.

This caused his strength, which had not increased for a long time, to begin to waver slightly.

"What's next? What's next?"

"god?"

"The dead attain enlightenment, the god of death..."

"Then let you become my most devout followers, and forge my immortal divine position!"

With a wave of his hand, countless complex runes instantly sealed off the heavens and earth.

"I will not let you die like this! Rise, my army of the undead!!!"

Qianxun waved her hand, and the undead angel behind her slowly opened her eyes.

In the next instant, powerful auras surged into the battlefield, and the dead generals and soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire uncontrollably returned to their bodies. Then, their bodies trembled and they slowly stood up.

A coalition of two great empires.

"Look everyone, what's that!"

Everyone looked up in terror.

"It's...it's His Majesty! His Majesty has intervened! Wait, that's...that's our army! Our fallen army! Our fallen army has come back to life!"

On the Martial Soul Empire's side, everyone watched with fervor as Qian Xunling was resurrected, along with the soldiers who had originally died in battle.

"Greetings... Your Majesty!"

The 500,000 soldiers who died in battle slowly knelt down before Qian Xunling once more.

crazy.

Upon witnessing this scene, the allied forces of the two great empires felt their pupils contract sharply, their souls tremble, and their worldviews crumble.

"The dead can be resurrected!"

"The emperor of the Spirit Empire can resurrect the dead!!"

"This isn't just anyone, it's Death itself! Run, everyone run!!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, even before the battle began, hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the allied forces of the two empires fled in disarray.

Upon witnessing this scene, the golden crocodile trembled with excitement.

He understood; he understood everything.

Why did Qian Xunling never take the two great empires seriously from beginning to end?

Even with so many people dying in battle, it didn't move them in the slightest.

With this ability, what does it matter how many people die, or how many times they die? Being able to be resurrected is nothing to be afraid of.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. His Majesty is the Grim Reaper and can resurrect everyone."

"The time to show loyalty has come!"

"All Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall, heed my command: Seal off the battlefield! Don't let the people of the two great empires escape!"