Only after unifying the world did I realize that immortals existed in this world.

Chapter 100 Massacre

Lieyang City, the Imperial Palace Zhaolin Pavilion.

Xie Cangrong, who was handling government affairs, seemed to have noticed something. He narrowed his eyes, put down the memorial in his hand, walked to the window and looked eastward. The light seemed to travel through space and see a more distant direction.

He murmured softly, "They really came—"

This group is clearly a completely different group from Taihua and the monks.

They were numerous and made no attempt to restrain their malice.

They came for occupation, for plunder, for war.

Like colonists discovering a new continent in another era, Xie Cangrong understood what kind of feeling this was, because he also had it—

Of course, these guys might be even more vicious.

Liu Bingxuan's guess was correct.

The malice of the immortals and demons escalated step by step, and now he was facing the demonic sect.

His war against the immortals and demons had actually begun when Lu Junfeng and the others landed, but now it was the purest war yet.

This war may change many things.

He waved his hand gently.

The bluestone floor rippled like water, and a jade seal radiating gentle energy appeared out of nowhere and landed in his palm.

A soaring will, enveloping the Great Xia.

He could sense the dense swarms of invaders on the eastern coast.

It's not much; compared to battlefields in chaotic times where tens or hundreds of thousands of soldiers often fight, this is practically like babies fighting.

Compared to the likes of Xiao Zhengxuan and Ci Hui, each of them was also very weak.

However—they are cultivators after all, and we need to treat them with more seriousness.

They've probably already started firing.

Xie Cangrong made these arrangements, hoping that his army would win. After all, he couldn't always be the supreme leader, wasting the nation's resources to intimidate the enemy.

It sounds somewhat ridiculous that ordinary soldiers would face off against cultivators with extraordinary power.

But the army of Great Xia is different!

Lu Junfeng and Xiao Zhengxuan have both confirmed that the Great Xia army possesses a strong baleful aura that can form a forbidden domain.

The soldiers may not have extraordinary strength, but they can bring cultivators with extraordinary strength down to their own level and then defeat them with their rich experience.

Xuan Gu once revealed during a casual conversation with Ning Boxing over drinks that, based on his speculation, a united will and an indomitable fighting spirit possess the power to break through all laws.

In the world of cultivators, dynasties are merely vassals of sects, and they are not required to assume any security responsibilities. Even bandits and robbers are assigned by the sect's Hall of Merit to weaker disciples as training. Therefore, there is naturally no such army; at most, there are only some disunited dynasty guards.

However, the situation in Great Xia was clearly different.

They don't have any lofty sects; everything they have is created by their own hands.

Xie Cangrong will be watching this war from behind the scenes.

Although the army has such special capabilities, it has never actually fought a real war against cultivators. The cultivators' bizarre and varied spells could generate too many variables, and Xie Cangrong could not guarantee that they would definitely win. He had to give them a 1% chance of success.

Xie Cangrong will extinguish this last one percent.

If necessary, he would lend a helping hand before the Xuanfeng Army was defeated, even if it meant sacrificing a huge amount of national fortune, he had to protect the morale of his army.

A soldier may fail, but he must not be afraid.

Since all power is connected to the mind.

The morale of the army is also a matter of the heart!

The soldiers are also on the path of cultivation, and he absolutely cannot dampen their morale.

As for the intruders from the Demonic Sect—

Even if they came with malicious intent to invade, he still believed that the Demonic Sect was open to trade. After all, the Immortal Alliance wasn't exactly friendly either; they just hadn't completely broken ties yet.

If he can't communicate with the Demonic Sect, he'll have no choice but to trade with the Immortal Alliance, and there's only one option he doesn't want to see.

As long as there are no large-scale national or familial conflicts resulting in casualties, there are no eternal enemies or friends in this world, only eternal interests.

Of course, all of this will have to wait until after this war.

Power is power. Destroying a rock with cannons and destroying a rock with magic are essentially the same in terms of the result.

do not.

"Boom boom boom!"

At Ning Boxin's command, the cannons fired simultaneously, the deafening roar echoing through the heavens and earth, amidst billowing smoke. Countless shells, carrying terrifying power, hurtled towards the demonic cultivator fleet crossing the sea.

The cultivators stared at the cannon spewing forth flames, momentarily bewildered.

Instead of fleeing, the other side launched an attack on us?

The next instant, the sea surged and the earth shook.

"Quick! Quick! Activate the protective magic array!"

"Damn it!"

"what!"

There is no such weapon in the four continents of immortals and demons.

The demonic cultivators frantically erected defensive spells, maneuvering the boats to defend and evade.

However, on this land, their power was suppressed, even the power of their magical artifacts.

After all, these were merely tools for crossing the sea, and these disciples were only lower-level members of the sect. Some of the ships were simply constructed with basic materials, without any particularly hard or rare materials. The cannonballs struck the hulls, exploding and sending splinters flying, leaving large holes in the hulls.

Even some good ships were shaken violently by the bombardment, and the effectiveness of the defensive array was greatly weakened. They were only able to withstand the attack because of their good materials.

"Forehead----"

Many demonic cultivators standing on the deck were hit head-on by the cannonballs and were blown to pieces, turning into a pool of bloody mess.

"This—this—"

"Quick! Quick! Log in! Log in!"

"Damn it! These mortals!"

Completely unexpected, the sudden attack threw the demonic cultivators into disarray.

The completely different national landscape, the weapons they had never heard of, the well-ordered army—everything was beyond their comprehension.

They jumped off the boat, defying the immense power of heaven and earth, each displaying their unique abilities, and rushed towards the shore.

In the very center, on the Blood Sea Sect's main ship.

"Boom boom boom!"

The roar continued as cannonballs pounded the large ship, leaving charred marks and causing it to rock violently.

"Damn it!"

"Everyone, take cover! Get ashore quickly!"

Yuan Kou frowned as he looked at the sky filled with artillery fire.

This new continent is too strange!

Ever since I started feeling the suppression, everything has started to go wrong!

Now that they were close to the shore, he could clearly feel that this place was rejecting them. The pungent smell of gunpowder made it hard to breathe, and the suppression they were under prevented them from using even half of their strength.

There were many ways to deal with the artillery fire, but at this moment, even the slightest carelessness could turn you into a pile of minced meat.

"Master, we have encountered resistance from the Great Xia army."

"They seem to be able to limit magic power—"

Holding the bronze mirror, he anxiously tried to contact Li Shanhai.

Before the words were finished, "Boom!"

A shell crashed down beside him, creating a huge shockwave.

His eyes sharpened, and he swept past.

They charged straight towards the shore: "We're going to fight the Great Xia now!"

I don't have time to listen to Master's reply right now.

His gaze was intense as he looked at the general at the very front of the Great Xia soldiers, who was issuing orders. He drew a blood-red demonic blade, and in a flash, charged towards him.

"Forehead----"

only----

As he burst out of the sea and stepped onto the beach, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He looked up at the group of soldiers opposite him, his eyes wide with disbelief.

In that instant, everything changed.

What is that?!

Standing opposite the army formation, facing pairs of murderous eyes, he felt as if he were in a strange and unpredictable realm.

The world before us is no longer the peaceful beach under the blue sky.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Smoke filled the air, and banners fluttered in the wind.

Blood stained the sky, and the soldiers' shouts of battle were deafening.

Everything was suppressed by the heavy battlefield. He couldn't muster any magic power at all.

Faced with such a magnificent military force, they seemed like mere insignificant pawns on the battlefield. In that unstoppable advance, the great power they had gained through cultivation seemed to be forgotten—all they had to do was engage in direct combat.

Only the brave will prevail!

He gritted his teeth, brandished the blood-red demonic blade, and charged towards the imposing group of soldiers.

"Damn it!"

"What's going on?!"

"Why can't I use magic anymore!"

After enduring the initial barrage of artillery fire, the cultivators rushed out of the ships and used their unique abilities to land.

After they landed, they faced the same problems as Yuan Kou.

The enemy army is really too strange!

The rules of this world seem to be a completely different set of operating logic from those of the four continents of immortals and demons.

But—in any case, they are stronger than mortals!

In their eyes, ordinary people are just consumables, just resources.

How can I back down?

The one who should be running away is the other side!

Despite all the debuffs, they still launched a chaotic charge towards the well-ordered army on the shore.

only----

What greeted them, however, was a row of dark gun barrels.

Under Ning Boxing's command, rows of soldiers raised their muskets and aimed them at the charging cultivators.

"shot!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Rows of muskets fired, spitting out flames and billowing smoke as countless bullets hurtled towards the cultivators.

"Forehead----"

"Forehead----"

If a cultivator uses magic to pierce the body and destroy vital organs, one will die.

Whether a bullet pierces the heart or the brain, the result is the same: death.

If the attack hits, the immense power and energy it carries will exceed the limits of the body's tolerance, and the cultivator will be injured.

It doesn't matter how the attack was launched, or what level of cultivation it was launched by.

After the artillery fire subsided, a volley of musket fire followed.

Under the suppression of military might and the overwhelming power of heaven and earth, these cultivators were unable to fully utilize their advantages.

They cannot use magic to attack, nor can they use magic to defend.

The current situation resembles a clash between armies from different eras, with the most brutal and bloody scene unfolding.

That is, to use one's flesh and blood to withstand gunfire and bullets.

"ah----"

"what!"

The screams of agony were incessant.

The hunter had somehow become the prey.

The demonic cultivators had barely stepped onto the beach, and before they could even touch the strangers opposite them, they collapsed one by one. They lay on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds, blood gushing out. Gazing at the unreachable land of wealth in the distance, they reached out and grasped at the yearning strangers, their consciousness gradually fading, and finally, powerless, they fell—killed in the most humiliating way by ordinary people with ordinary weapons.

The cultivators were indeed special. If they were ordinary mortals, they would have been wiped out and slaughtered by the Xuanfeng Army long before they even landed.

However, these demonic cultivators cultivated in bizarre and chaotic ways.

Those who are not skilled in physical cultivation are no different from ordinary people on this battlefield; after taking a few bullets, they fall to the ground motionless. However, many people do not collapse until they have been shot more than ten times, their bodies riddled with bullet holes and blood flowing like rivers.

There were even a few people who, even with their magic power suppressed, could still rely on their physical strength to dodge, or withstand a dozen or twenty bullets and still continue to charge.

However, this still cannot change the reality of the massive defeat and death of the demonic cultivators.

The more demonic cultivators die, the fewer they become, the stronger the morale of the Great Xia Legion becomes, and the greater the pressure on the remaining survivors.

"what!"

"Go! Go quickly!"

"Damn it!"

"What the hell is this place?!"

Seeing the unfavorable situation, many cultivators behind them stopped advancing and instead began to desperately use hand seals to flee towards the sea.

On the beach, cultivators fell one by one. By the time they reached the Great Xia army, there were only a few left, just three or five figures.

They gritted their teeth and charged forward to the army.

But what awaited them were cold spears and shields.

The musketeers retreated, while the shield bearers and pikemen advanced, their orderly ranks clashing with the charging cultivators. The soldiers surrounded them, cold and decisive, showing no fear of the monsters whatsoever. Their world consisted only of orders and killing. They raised their weapons and launched a final assault on the invaders.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Amidst the bloody battle, heads were severed one by one.

Leading the charge was a pale-faced man, Li Shanhai's disciple and the leader of the operation. He gripped his knife and stared intently at Ning Boxing, who sat motionless on his warhorse.

He knew that the other party was the leader of this army.

If we kill him—will the situation change?

The current situation has far exceeded his expectations. Let alone conquering this vast territory, whether these people can even withdraw safely is an unknown.

"Die!"

He gritted his teeth, raised the blood-red demonic blade, and suddenly charged towards Ning Boxing.

only----

"Pfft—"

"Pfft—"

Blood gushed out, but Ning Boxing didn't even lift a finger.

Countless cold spear tips pierced his body, and blades slashed at his neck.

The surrounding soldiers rushed up, surrounding him completely, dragging him into the quagmire of war, and tearing him to pieces.

"this one?"

It was an absolute massacre!

Ning Boxingyuan looked at the blood-stained beach with a hint of disdain.

Poor morale, chaotic order, and rusty teamwork —

Are these people here just having fun?

This is not a war at all. This group of people can't even be called an army. How dare they invade the Great Xia?!

That's so arrogant!

Do they really have the awareness to start a war?

What these people rely on is nothing more than the extraordinary power they have cultivated.

All they know is to categorize people into classes, with higher classes suppressing lower classes.

If their great power were removed, would they still have the courage to fight to the death?

A gentle breeze stirred up some blood-stained sand, and the blood-red bronze mirror fell to the ground, carrying intermittent messages from the ambitious man beyond the Abyss.

"Defeat them—occupy—"

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