Chapter 371: The War of the Buddha

Millions of tanks advanced continuously through the sea.

They dragged white waves behind them, mixed with chunks of flesh and blood from sea demons and splashes of blood.

Violent storms were common, and towering waves frequently crashed down, smashing into neat tank formations, scattering them in all directions; many were even hurled into the deep sea hundreds of meters below, as if suffering a catastrophic disaster.

But wait a little longer, the giant waves would disperse, and amphibious tanks would float up one by one, reforming their neat formations without any change.

Amidst the bloodstained scent spreading for hundreds or even thousands of kilometers,

the deep-sea demons had also learned humility.

Whenever they smelled the oil scent of the tank army, they would flee from hundreds of kilometers away, no longer considering themselves the overlords of the deep sea, nor feeling any great necessity to maintain the dignity of sea dominance.

"Ahead lies Ink Stone Island, thousands of kilometers in size, with a population of over eight million."

In the legion channel, Jin Jin Lingfeng's voice rang out.

The sky-blocking tank army surged onto the beach, seawater sliding off their armor, leaving trails of water on the sand.

After advancing several kilometers inland, a tank battalion halted, slightly adjusting their cannon barrels.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thirty-six armor-piercing shells, controlled by the Spirit-Substance Radar, flew into a temple in a small town over twenty kilometers away, precisely splitting into more than a dozen fragments that pierced through the upper levels of the temple and the skulls of fanatic Buddhist devotees.

Then, using spells, they carved a warning message on the walls of the Great Buddha Hall: "Those who erect Buddha statues shall die."

Several surrounding tank battalions also had their own divisions of labor, scanning nearby cities with the Spirit-Substance Radar; once the soul fluctuations of fanatic Buddhist devotees were found, an armor-piercing shell with no collateral damage would be fired.

With everything done,

regardless of whether the common people in the cities and temples were surprised or terrified, the tank army roared across this land, heading toward the distance.

"The Buddha's enemies are right ahead!"

"The Supreme Precious Cauldron Maitreya is watching you! After death, you will ascend to the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss; each of you will have thirty-six beautiful wives, and food, clothing, wine, and meat will never be a worry!"

"This is the blessing Maitreya has given to all of you!"

In front of the steel torrent, over a hundred thousand elite armies of the Buddha Kingdom stood with bright armor and gleaming weapons; each soldier possessed immense energy, at least being martial artists who had reached the peak of Body Tempering.

"Kill!"

"Kill the Buddha's enemies! Ascend to the Pure Land!"

Under the encouragement of the accompanying monks, the army's morale soared!

Shield-bearers were in front, spear-bearers behind, and red-armored cavalry composed entirely of Inner Qi Realm martial artists patrolled both sides of the army, ready to deliver the decisive, fatal blow at the critical moment when the two great armies were locked in a stalemate.

Within the core of the army, some Primordial Realm generals looked deeply despairing in their eyes.

"The Precious Cauldron Maitreya Sect has at least this much merit."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly: "They did not let the common people come out to die pointlessly; instead, they sent out an army to fight. They do have some backbone."

Yes, in his view, these people holding cold weapons were indeed an army.

Holding weapons, possessing a strong desire to kill, maintaining strict order—every one of these was an absolute characteristic of an army, unrelated to strength.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After repeated scanning confirmed no other ambushes, hundreds of grenade shells enhanced with burning and evil-dispelling spells were fired, each covering hundreds of meters, engulfing the red-armored army ahead that was shouting something; flesh fragments and flames rose up, and silence returned.

"What backbone could He possibly have?"

An Siyan said disdainfully: "The massive death of believers would cause Him to suffer injuries. If not for the ideals of the Immortal Sects, He would definitely be in a terrible state right now; where would He dare to actively expand this trend?"

Over the past twenty-plus days,

the four-million-strong tank army had swept over every inhabited island in the sea, carefully cleaning out the temples and fanatic Buddhist devotees of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya Sect, destroying tens of thousands of temples and Buddha statues.

The Eastern Sea was gradually returning to its former state.

Several days later, this large island with nearly ten million people was cleared, and the troops re-entered the sea.

"Next is Wood Spirit Great Island, a massive island with a population of hundreds of millions, akin to a small continent, one of the eight most important strongholds of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya Sect; there might be..."

As An Siyan reported the battle plan, he suddenly noticed the young man in green robes in the communication screen before him shift his gaze.

"There will be."

Jiang Ding shook his head: "Incense gods; I have witnessed their strongly emotional actions."

Within the third-stage Spirit-Substance Radar of the super aerospace fighter,

a vast, dense mass of enemies charged forward. Amidst the thick scent of incense, leading the charge was a semi-human army with various strange long horns on their heads and thick scales covering their bodies, including practitioners at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining levels, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

The appearance, aura, and intelligence of these people were sent to the legion channel.

"These are the Kinnara division of the Eight Legions of the Buddha. They often grow long horns, resembling humans but not quite human, semi-incense creations. They mostly carry large drums, copper bowls, and other magical implements, specializing in magical music, illusions, and offense."

"They are created by fusing and modifying the souls of believers with demons. They are a type of army favored by Buddha gods, easy to manufacture, with controllable costs, and their strength is not weak."

Three jade slip treasure embryos floated around An Siyan's body, storing extremely rich data, and he immediately began explaining to everyone.

The other type of enemy was humanoid, entirely black, with an ugly face, four arms, holding a seven-stringed zither in their hands, with fingers placed on the strings.

"These are the Gandharva division of the Eight Legions of the Buddha, also known as the Incense God division, the Scent-Seeking Gods. Their creation method is similar. It is rumored that whenever the Buddha wishes to listen to music, a stick of incense is burned, and the Gandharva King will lead his followers to come, creating a similar effect, specializing in sound-based attack spells."

"In the Eight Legions of the Buddha, each division must have a chief..."

An Siyan's words stopped abruptly.

Amidst the solemn and dignified Sanskrit chanting, a Maitreya Buddha appeared with radiant light, hands pressed together in prayer, with six arms behind Him, each holding a Buddhist treasure.

Beside Him stood the Kinnara King, with huge horns on his head and holding a large drum, and the Gandharva King, entirely black and holding a seven-stringed zither, both respectfully serving; they all emitted the terrifying aura of the Jin Dan Zhong Qi realm.

"Buddha's enemies!"

"Lay down your butcher's knife, and you will instantly become a Buddha!"

"... Take refuge in my Buddha..."

The voice of the Precious Cauldron Maitreya was like a great bell and loud drum, containing endless compassion, as golden sound waves spread in all directions.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

Beside him, King Kinnara, his arms knotted like dragons, smashed down fiercely upon the drumhead, while the surrounding minions, each bearing various long horns on their heads, simultaneously struck the great drums and bronze bowls before them.

King Gandharva and her four-armed minions plucked the strings, the melody beautiful, the rhythm light and quick.

Great drums, bronze bowls, seven-stringed zithers—various instruments were played in unison by hundreds of thousands of the Buddha's mythological followers.

In an instant, Master Dinghai Zhenjun Tian Hua rained down, golden lotuses surged from the earth; waves of golden sound and swastika primal characters filled every direction, all surging toward the youth in green robes in the sky.

Countless voices whispered in his ears, Dundun Sect teachings, urging his heart toward the light, to take refuge in my Buddha; this was the karmic connection earned through cultivation over countless lifetimes, fated by destiny.

"... You vile beast, why do you not awaken!"

With all preparations laid, the Precious Cauldron Maitreya pressed his palms together and struck with a sudden, thunderous shout.

There was no reaction whatsoever.

All the cultivators of the immortal sects looked at this god of incense and faith with strangeness, launching a hundred cannons at once.

"Another one cursing me."

The youth in green robes, amidst countless golden ripples, golden lotuses, and swastika primal characters, felt little anger, revealing a hint of curiosity: "How did you come up with such a whimsical idea?"

"Using soul-charming or mind-bewitching spells against someone who has comprehended Sword Intent?"

Voom!

The muzzle of the super space fighter glowed deep blue; within dozens of kilometers, the array patterns of the high-grade Third-Rank Magnetic Field Spiritual Energy Annihilation Array flickered, amidst the terrifying, destructive Sword Intent.

A blue-and-gold flying sword slowly materialized, locking onto the core of incense and faith.

My typing efficiency has dropped; I didn't mean to.

It's evening.

(End of this chapter)