Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

"Next."

"Are you going to roll over here to die, or am I going to go over there, raze your command tent to the ground, and twist off your dog's head?"

Shen Jinglong's voice sounded like an ultimatum from hell.

It pierced through the wind and rain, and also broke through the psychological defenses of the million-strong army of the Northern Bear Kingdom.

fear.

Boundless fear spread like a plague through the enemy ranks.

Dozens of kilometers away.

The central command tent of the Northern Bear Kingdom resembled a colossal steel beast crouching in a torrential downpour.

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Marshal Pavlov, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Bear Kingdom's invasion of the south, a man with a full beard and a burly build like a brown bear, was staring intently at the huge electronic sand table in front of him.

On the sand table, the points of light representing our own vanguard legion are extinguishing at a visible speed.

The vital signs of the vanguard commander, Belekov, had turned into gray, a color signifying death.

"waste!"

Pavlov slammed his fist on the alloy tabletop, producing a dull thud.

"They're all useless!"

"Kula, a third-generation modified version, was said to be able to tear apart main battle tanks with his bare hands! But he got knocked unconscious with a single slap and torn in half like a chicken being slaughtered?"

"That idiot Belekov, sitting in an armored command vehicle, could have his head twisted off and used as a football?"

The dozen or so generals inside the command tent were all silent, too terrified to even raise their heads.

They also saw the live feed that had just been transmitted back.

That man is inhuman.

He is a devil.

"Marshal... what do we do now?" an adjutant asked in a trembling voice. "That man... that man specifically requested your presence..."

"Let me through?"

Pavlov felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, but was then overwhelmed by boundless anger.

"Who does he think he is! Does he think he's worthy of my personal attention?"

"Does he think killing a vanguard general can turn the tide of the battle? How naive!"

Pavlov took a deep breath, a hint of cruelty and madness flashing in his eyes.

He walked to the communicator and pressed the red button that he was reluctant to activate.

"Pass on my orders."

His voice was cold and ruthless.

"Activate 'Plan A'."

"Release the 'Undead Legion'."

"I don't care if he's a dragon lord or a demon. Today, I'll turn him, along with those 300,000 remnants of the Northern Frontier, into fertilizer for this black earth!"

,,,

On the battlefield.

After a brief moment of celebration, the soldiers of the North quickly regrouped.

Although the enemy has been temporarily deterred, the war is far from over.

"Commander Long, something's not right."

With the combined effects of the elixir and Shen Jinglong's true energy, Qinglong has recovered about 30-40% of his strength and is at least able to stand up and speak.

He held his severed arm, looking at the dark, imposing enemy formation opposite him, his brow furrowed.

"They... seem to be retreating, but not completely."

Shen Jinglong remained silent.

He noticed it too.

The Northern Bear Kingdom's army on the opposite side parted like a tide, making way for a wide passage.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

A strange sound, like an air raid siren or a ghostly wail, came from behind the enemy lines.

Immediately afterwards, the ground began to tremble slightly.

It wasn't the roar of tank tracks, nor the thunder of thousands of horses galloping.

It was a kind of... drawn-out, heavy, step-by-step footsteps.

It was as if countless pairs of leaden feet were walking out from the depths of hell.

"What is that thing?"

The one-eyed man from Northwest China carrying a large machete couldn't help but swallow again.

"Why does this feel even more sinister than that Hulk from before?"

Soon, they saw it.

Squads, or rather groups of soldiers dressed in the standard uniforms of the Northern Bear Kingdom, slowly walked out of the passage.

They walked slowly and stiffly, like marionettes.

Each person's skin had an eerie, deathly gray hue, and their eyes were empty and lifeless, devoid of any sign of life.

"Are these... zombies?"

A well-informed junior officer of the Dragon Guard exclaimed in surprise.

As these "living corpses" appeared, a layer of green poisonous mist, ten times denser than before, began to emanate from them.

Wherever the poisonous fog passed, even the wild grass on the ground withered quickly, turned black, and turned into ashes.

"Everyone! Hold your breath! There's something strange about this fog!" Qinglong shouted a warning.

But it was too late.

Some of the nearby Northern soldiers, after inhaling just a wisp of the mist, immediately let out a scream, clutched their throats, collapsed to the ground, convulsed, and their skin turned a deathly gray, just like the living corpses, at a visible speed.

"Grass!"

Shen Jinglong's eyes instantly turned red.

"This is no longer war, this is massacre!"

Before he finished speaking, the "Undead Legion" suddenly let out a roar that was not human, and then began to charge with stiff steps.

They had no tactics, no formation.

It was a wave that pushed in.

"Fire!"

Behind the lines in the North, heavy machine guns and mortars roared.

A storm of metal, composed of bullets and shells, instantly covered the area.

However, a chilling scene unfolded.

The zombies were hit by bullets, leaving only black holes in their bodies, but their steps did not falter at all.

Even if their hands and feet are blown off by artillery shells, they will crawl on the ground with their remaining limbs and continue to move forward.

Unless it hits the head directly.

"Melee! Prepare for melee! Cut off their heads!" Azure Dragon roared, issuing the order.

"kill!"

The soldiers of the North mustered their last bit of courage and charged toward the green fog of death.

Swords flashing and shadows swirling.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A northern soldier chopped off a zombie's arm with a single blow, but the zombie turned around and bit his neck.

The soldier let out a scream as the flesh and blood at his neck were ripped off.

"Get the hell out of my way, all of you!"

The one-eyed man brandished his broadsword and charged into the horde of corpses like a spinning top, severing seven or eight heads in succession.

But more zombies surrounded them.

His movements began to slow down more and more in the green poisonous fog.

"My goodness... this fog... it's poisonous..."

He felt as if his internal energy had been stuffed into a ball of cotton, soft and weak, and he couldn't muster any strength.

puff!

"No,,,"

He turned around in disbelief, looking at the zombie whose leg he had cut off, yet which was still crawling over to attack him, his eyes filled with resentment.

Such scenes played out in every corner of the battlefield.

The northern army is being slaughtered in one fell swoop.

Their bravery and combat skills seemed so pale and powerless in the face of such an unreasonable enemy.

"ah--!"

As Shen Jinglong watched his brothers fall one by one, he let out a roar that was suppressed to the extreme.

He moved.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt and plunged directly into the densest green poisonous fog.

He is like the sharpest knife.

Wherever it passed, whether it was living corpses or poisonous fog, everything was torn to shreds.

His fists are the strongest weapon.

"Bang!"

Shen Jinglong punched a zombie in the chest.

The immense force instantly tore the zombie to pieces.

however.

The moment the zombie exploded, a poisonous mist, a hundred times denser than the surrounding area and almost dark green in color, burst forth from the shattered body!

This poisonous fog appeared too suddenly and was too close.

Even with Shen Jinglong's incredibly strong protective aura, he was still severely impacted by this poisonous mist.

"Buzz!"

A cold and eerie aura actually penetrated his defenses and directly invaded his meridians!

In an instant, he felt the true energy within his body stagnate for a moment.

Although it only lasted a mere tenth of a second, it was instantly wiped out by his even more domineering Dragon Lord Qi.

But this feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Shen Jinglong's heart sank.

For the first time, his power was directly suppressed.

Although it is only a trivial matter, it is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous signal.

In that instant when he was stunned...

A mocking and sarcastic voice, amplified by the battlefield's loudspeakers, was clearly heard by everyone.

"Shen Jinglong, how does it taste?"

Shen Jinglong suddenly looked up, gazing in the direction of the enemy's command tent.

At the very front of the Northern Bear Kingdom's army, a mysterious figure dressed in the special uniform of a Northern Bear Kingdom general slowly walked out.

On his face was a golden mask that Shen Jinglong was extremely familiar with, yet also extremely resentful of.

The mask of the Holy Lord's messenger!

The mysterious man looked at Shen Jinglong as if he were prey that had fallen into a trap, and let out a smug laugh.

"This is a special gift prepared just for you by the 'Holy Lord'!"

"Enjoy this moment, the end of the Northern God of War has come!"