anovelconsole Chapter 421 Tang 3 Stealing Chickens from Behind
Chapter 421 Tang 3 Stealing Chickens from Behind
Outside Tiandou City, war raged.
After Qian Renxue suppressed Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Bone Douluo, Yang Wudi and others with the appearance of an angel god, the morale of the Martial Soul Empire army was greatly boosted. The last psychological defense line of the Heaven Dou Empire was almost completely shattered, and everyone's attention was drawn to the great battle under Heaven Dou City.
The frontline army of the Martial Soul Empire, the remnants of the Heavenly Dou army, and the Star Luo reinforcements.
Even various forces on the mainland are keeping an eye on Tiandou City.
Everyone thought that the fate of the continent would be decided by whether Qian Renxue could conquer Heaven Dou City in one fell swoop. But no one expected that just as Qian Renxue was on the front lines, a purplish-black rift silently appeared behind the Spirit Empire's army.
There were several border cities of the Heavenly Dou Empire that the Martial Soul Empire had recently conquered.
These cities originally belonged to the Heavenly Dou Empire.
After the fall of Jialing Pass, they surrendered one after another.
Qian Renxue did not order a massacre of the city, nor did she allow her troops to plunder. The Martial Soul Empire had strict military discipline, and after taking over the city's defenses, they even maintained order in the city, appeased the people, and distributed food.
For ordinary people in the city, it was just a change of the flag on the city wall.
Although life was filled with anxiety, we were still able to get by, albeit with some difficulty.
But that night, everything changed.
……
Qinghe City.
This is a medium-sized city not far from Jialing Pass.
The city's inhabitants had gradually settled down. After the Martial Soul Empire took over the city, the burning, killing, and looting they had imagined did not occur. Patrol soldiers still patrolled the streets, grain shops remained open as usual, and the wounded remnants of the Heavenly Dou army were kept under unified custody and were not arbitrarily executed.
Many people even breathed a sigh of relief.
They thought the war had passed them by.
As long as one does not resist and simply lives with one's head down, one can wait for the chaos to end.
As night deepened, the city lights gradually went out.
On the city walls, soldiers of the Martial Soul Empire patrolled in full armor.
A young soldier gazed at the faint golden light emanating from the direction of Tiandou City in the distance and whispered:
"I heard that the young master has already laid siege to Tiandou City."
An older sergeant beside him corrected him:
"You can't call me Young Master anymore, you have to call me His Majesty the Angel God."
The young soldier nodded quickly.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Angel God."
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
It's not the night breeze.
Rather, it was a chill that rose from the depths of one's bones.
One by one, the torches on the city wall went out.
The city walls, which were originally quite bright, were plunged into darkness in the blink of an eye.
The older sergeant's expression changed.
"Who is it?"
no respond.
Only black fog.
A purplish-black mist slowly seeped out from the shadows of the city wall, like sewage crawling out of a crack in hell, spreading outwards along the cracks in the bricks.
Just as a soldier was about to ring the alarm, his shadow suddenly twisted beneath his feet.
A pale, ghostly hand emerged from the shadows and suddenly gripped his throat.
"Well--"
The soldier froze.
The next moment, a wisp of translucent soul was forcibly dragged out of his body.
He opened his mouth in terror, but no sound came out.
The moment that wisp of soul left the body, it was swallowed up by the black mist.
Then, the second, the third, the fourth...
The Martial Soul Empire's defenders on the city wall fell almost entirely in an instant.
They had no wounds.
But his eyes were gray and empty, as if they had been hollowed out from the depths of his body.
From within the black mist, a figure in black robes slowly emerged; it was Tang San.
He held the Rakshasa Scythe, his face even paler than before.
The wounds left on his chest by Di Tian's dragon claws had not yet fully healed. The three golden-black claw marks were deeply embedded in his flesh, constantly clashing with the power of the Rakshasa.
With each step, the wound would throb with excruciating pain.
But Tang San's eyes grew increasingly crazed. He looked up at the city lights and a slow smile crept onto his lips.
"Thousand-foot Snow".
"Didn't you want to unify the continent?"
"Didn't you say you wouldn't kill those who surrendered?"
"Then I'll see. After I turn the cities you painstakingly conquered into ghost towns, what will you use to rule them?"
He gently raised the Rakshasa Scythe.
"Rakshasa Domain"
"Lose the city."
boom--
A purplish-black light curtain instantly rose from all four sides of the city wall, enveloping the entire Qinghe City.
The people in the city were still asleep.
But the next moment, they were all awakened by a chilling aura.
Someone opened the window and saw that the sky had turned an eerie purplish-black.
As soon as someone ran into the street, they saw the figures of the dead emerging from the black fog.
Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Bibi Dong, Ju Douluo, Gui Douluo, Flander, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, Qin Ming, Tailong.
Eleven undead titled Douluo stood silently in various parts of the city.
Their bodies still bore the cracks that had been repaired after being destroyed by the Emperor Dragon's claws, and their aura was somewhat weaker than when they were at their peak.
But for ordinary people and ordinary soul masters, these undead are still an insurmountable nightmare.
Tang San stood above the City Lord's Mansion, his voice icy:
"kill."
"Bring back all the souls."
With a single command, Qinghe City was transformed into a living hell.
Bibi Dong's spirit waved her hand, and death spider silk spread from the city streets and alleys, entangled a team of patrolling Soul Masters from the Martial Soul Empire.
Those Soul Masters desperately unleashed their Martial Souls, but they couldn't even hold on for a moment before being dragged into the black mist by the spider silk. The Ghost Douluo's undead roamed the shadows, specifically hunting down those who tried to sound the alarm or deliver messages. The Chrysanthemum Douluo's undead's black and gold petals were like the blade of death, sealing off the city gates and the main road.
Ma Hongjun's spirit unfurled gray-green fiery wings. The Netherworld Phoenix Fire did not burn houses, but instead burned life itself. Wherever the flames passed, people's bodies fell one after another, and their souls were extracted.
The ghosts of Flanders hovered high in the sky, and the four-eyed hawks of the underworld scanned the entire city. Anyone who hid in cellars, wells, or between roof beams could not escape their search.
The spirits of Zhao Wuji and Tailong smashed through the city's defensive strongholds, suppressing all the remaining resistance fighters. Screams echoed from the east to the west of the city, with cries, pleas for mercy, and screams of fleeing all mixed together.
Someone knelt on the ground, holding a child and crying out:
"We have already surrendered to the Spirit Empire!"
"We are not the Heavenly Fighting Army!"
"Don't kill us!"
But the dead will not respond, nor will Tang San.
In his eyes, the people in this city had only one value.
soul.
Strands of souls rose from the city, as if drawn by invisible threads, and flew continuously toward the Rakshasa altar above the city lord's mansion.
Tang San sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe floating in front of him.
A large number of souls poured into the altar, transforming into a gray-white river of souls that flowed into his body.
The dragon claw mark on his chest was finally suppressed somewhat by the cleansing power of his soul.
Tang San closed his eyes, a sickly comfort on his face.
"really."
"Human souls are more suited to the power of Rakshasa."
"The essence of a soul beast is powerful, but not complex enough."
"Human fear, resentment, and discontent are the best nourishment."
He opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of Tiandou City in the distance.
There was a faint golden holy light shooting into the sky.
Qian Renxue is still on the front lines.
Tang San smiled.
"You'll conquer the world ahead."
"I'll be right behind you, taking over your cities."
"Qian Renxue, this continent is not something you can unify just because you want to."
……
After Qinghe City comes Baiyuan City.
After Baiyuan City comes Jiamu City.
These cities were all recently conquered by the Martial Soul Empire.
Qian Renxue personally ordered that the city be surrendered without slaughter, the people be undisturbed, and the city's order be maintained.
Therefore, many people thought that although the Martial Soul Empire was powerful, it at least still had rules.
But Tang San's arrival destroyed all of that.
He does not attack cities.
No declaration of war.
Do not occupy.
It's just killing.
Soul extraction.
Refining offering.
Then leave.
When the Martial Soul Empire's rear army arrived the next morning after receiving the news, all they found were desolate, lifeless cities.
The golden angel banner still flies on the city wall.
But beneath the banner lay a city full of corpses.
The garrison of the Martial Soul Empire is dead.
The Tiandou soldiers who had just surrendered were dead.
The merchant is dead.
The woman died.
The elderly and children also died.
Even more terrifying is that there are no vengeful spirits left in the entire city.
All souls were taken away, and even the angelic light could not be traced.
……
Outside the third dead city.
Tang San stood in an abandoned training ground.
The surrounding corpses were piled up like mountains, and streams of soul power flowed along the Rakshasa altar, eventually converging into the six black soul cores in front of him.
These six soul cores are different from the soul cores used to revive Xiao Wu and the others.
They are heavier, more domineering, and carry an extremely strong aura of bloodline.
Haotian Hammer.
Haotian Sect.
Tang San looked down at the six soul cores, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.
He once took pride in his lineage from the Haotian Sect.
Tang Hao is his father.
The Clear Sky Hammer is his second martial soul.
Haotian Sect was once the root he could rely on.
But later, all of that changed.
The Haotian Sect did not truly protect him.
Tang Xiao is dead.
Five elders of the Haotian Sect also died.
In this world, no one truly stands by his side.
Everyone betrayed him.
Everyone disappointed him.
Since we couldn't help him while he was alive.
After death, it should become his strength.
Tang San slowly raised his right hand.
An old token from the Haotian Sect appeared in his palm.
The token was already damaged, but it still retained the aura of the Haotian Sect's bloodline.
This is the sect leader's decree left behind by Tang Xiao.
Tang San scratched his palm with his fingernail, and blood dripped onto the token.
His blood contains the power of three elements: Blue Silver Grass, Haotian Hammer, and Rakshasa God.
The moment the blood fell, the six black soul cores trembled violently.
Tang San whispered:
"Using the bloodline of Haotian as a guide."
"Based on the power of the Rakshasa gods."
"We offer sacrifices to the souls of the entire city's dead."
"Come back."
"The deceased of the Haotian Sect."
boom--
The Rakshasa altar suddenly erupted with a soaring purple-black light.
Above the sky, dark clouds swirl, forming a giant vortex.
Deep within the vortex, it seemed as if an invisible hand was reaching out to the distant old grounds of the Haotian Sect, towards the remnants of those long-dead souls.
A deep, resonant hammering sound suddenly echoed through the heavens and earth.
thump.
thump.
thump.
It was as if a heavy iron hammer was striking the void.
The first soul core cracked.
Amidst the surging black mist, a tall figure slowly materialized. The man was robust and had a dignified face. Even with his gray eyes, one could still discern the aura of someone who had once been the leader of a sect.
Tang Xiao.
Sect Master of Haotian Sect.
The former Howling Sky Douluo.
His undead body slowly opened its eyes.
A gray-black Haotian Hammer materialized in his hand. The hammer no longer possessed the domineering and powerful orthodox Haotian Soul Power, but was instead wrapped in purplish-black Rakshasa Death Qi.
Nine soul rings slowly appeared beneath his feet.
Although not a true resurrection, Tang Xiao's spirit was still forcibly elevated to the Super Douluo level by the presence of the Rakshasa Altar and the city's countless dead souls.
Tang San looked at him, his expression somewhat dazed, and said:
"Uncle."
Tang Xiao's spirit did not respond.
He simply stood blankly in front of Tang San, holding the Clear Sky Hammer.
The slight daze in Tang San's eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold satisfaction.
"That's good."
"I will not question, I will not be disappointed, and I will not betray."
"You are more useful now than when you were alive."
The second soul core cracked open.
An elderly man with white hair and beard emerged from the black mist.
The Second Elder of the Haotian Sect.
A moment later, the five elders of the Haotian Sect returned in their undead forms. Their faces were ashen, their eyes were empty, and each of them held a Haotian Hammer corrupted by the death energy of the Rakshasa.
The moment the six Haotian Hammers appeared simultaneously, the entire abandoned training ground could not withstand the heavy pressure, and the ground collapsed inch by inch.
Tang San slowly stood up. Behind him were eleven titled Douluo, including Xiao Wu, Bibi Dong, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun.
Before him stood the newly formed spirits of Tang Xiao and the five elders of the Haotian Sect.
Seventeen undead titled Douluo.
Even though many of them had suffered damage to their origins due to the Emperor Tianlong's claws and their auras had not yet fully recovered, such a lineup was still enough to make any force on the continent tremble with fear.
Tang San spread his arms wide, a crazy and satisfied smile on his face.
"Did you see that?"
"This is my true power."
"Shrek Academy, Clear Sky Sect, Spirit Hall."
"Everyone who was connected to me in the past will eventually come back to me."
"Not in the way of living people."
"In the most loyal, quietest, and most unbetrayable way."
Tang Xiao's spirit and the spirits of the five elders knelt on one knee at the same time.
Grayish-white soul flames ignited in their eyes.
They lack intelligence, dignity, and the pride of the Haotian Sect.
Only the obedience etched by the power of the Rakshasa god.
Tang San slowly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
"From this day forward, the Haotian Sect is no longer the Haotian Sect."
"You are the Haotian Undead Army of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"Tang Xiao is the leader of the Haotian Undead Army."
"You have only one task."
"Smash the city that Qian Renxue just conquered for me."
"Kill all her garrison and devour her people."
"Let her know that her so-called unification is nothing more than building a sacrificial altar for me."
The six spirits of Haotian raised their heads simultaneously.
Purple-black lightning crackled around the Haotian Hammer.
A glint of malice flickered in Tang San's eyes as he continued to issue orders:
"Bibi Dong, along with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, attacked the Spirit Empire's rear supply lines."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Flander, wipe out the Soul Master strongholds in each city."
"Tang Xiao, take the five elders and head straight for the rear road of Jialing Pass."
"I want Qian Renxue's army to attack the city from the front, while setting fire to the rear."
"I want her to know that even if she is an angel, she can't save everyone."
At this point, Tang San suddenly chuckled.
"Doesn't Tang Chuan like rescuing people?"
"Doesn't Qian Renxue want to unify the continent?"
"Then I'll make sure they can't save one of them, and they can't hold on to the enemy."
"This continent will eventually understand one thing."
"Whether it's light or life."
"Before Rakshasa, they are all just a joke." (End of Chapter)