[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-146":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From Special Forces to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315196,4527,"Chapter 146: Attack","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-146",146,"\u003Cp>Li Gouer and Wang Dayan opened their eyes again, and the scene before them was dreamlike and astonishing. They found themselves floating amid a vast expanse of white mist, high above the nine heavens, cut off from the world. Beneath their feet, streams of golden light flowed like a river falling from the sky, dazzling and brilliant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the direction of the golden light, they saw a figure standing ahead, its back turned to them, like a hermit immortal untouched by the mortal realm. The figure exuded an ethereal grace, as if a celestial being of the clouds, stirring awe and longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More astonishing still, the deep gashes carved by sharp blades across their bodies were healing at an unimaginable speed. The bleeding wounds, once spurting blood, now seemed infused with miraculous healing power—each scar fading quietly, as if it had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the severed tongue regenerated as if reborn, tender pink flesh gradually sprouting on the tip, restoring its former flexibility and vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling how the mysterious figure had summoned heavenly thunder to strike down the executioners, carrying them away before the eyes of six hundred thousand spectators, their reverence deepened further. They had no doubt: the figure before them was none other than the legendary immortal, possessing transcendent power, commanding the forces of heaven and earth, wielding dominion over life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re healed, get up quickly—we’re about to land. Prepare yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Immortal,” Wang Dayan and Li Gouer bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure in front slapped his forehead in exasperation. “No, why do you always call anyone unusual an immortal? I’m just an ordinary person who knows a few odd tricks—nothing like the immortals you speak of.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Dayan and Li Gouer exchanged glances. Someone who could summon thunderstorms weighing ten thousand jin, revive the dead and restore flesh, and ride golden light across the nine heavens—this man claimed to be merely an ordinary person with a few odd tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is the threshold for “ordinary” really this high? If this is just an ordinary person with some odd skills, then what are the fortune-tellers who set up stalls in town, or the wandering Daoists preaching the path?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough talking—this isn't the time. Maintaining this golden light in flight takes effort,\" Zhang Chulan said, then transformed the golden light into two reins, tightly binding them around the two men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the golden light beneath them plummeted like runaway meteors. Wang Dayan and Li Gouer’s hearts pounded like thunder, as if about to burst from their chests. The rushing air currents struck them like a storm, forcing their eyes nearly shut, leaving them only a narrow slit to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only as they neared the nearby mountain did they begin to slow, finally settling gently to the ground. Both immediately began vomiting—after all, their first freefall from such height was bound to cause dizziness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, are you with the Revolutionary Army?” Li Gouer asked as soon as he recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. Not only am I with the Revolutionary Army—I’m one of the four Standing Committee members of the Revolutionary Political Committee.” The man turned around. His face was young, ruggedly handsome, yet marked by weariness—it was Zhang Chulan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the great battle, he had repeatedly sent agents deep into the Jin Army to gather intelligence. He learned these men didn’t just plan mutiny—they intended to sacrifice their own lives to earn the Jin Army’s trust, so they could infiltrate the enemy ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan decided to intervene and save them. Such a spirit—willing to die for the poor and fight for the people—deserved respect, and deserved his intervention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing this, the two scratched their heads. Li Gouer sighed, “We heard the people here say the leader of the Revolutionary Army possesses heaven-shaking power. Now I see—it’s no exaggeration. And I never imagined we two would be rescued personally by the Revolutionary Army’s top leader.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as they’re our comrades, we will never abandon them. We are servants of the people. When the people are in peril, how could servants sit idly by?” Zhang Chulan then extended an invitation:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, heroes—will you join our proletarian party and take part in serving the people? If you agree, I’ll be your introducer for party membership.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? I’m willing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m willing too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan smiled silently, turning to gaze at the distant Jin Army encampment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine two or three thousand men packed tightly like busy ants, filling a vast parade ground—every inch of ground thrumming with noise and movement. What would it look like when that number swelled to ten thousand? Or a hundred thousand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Picture six hundred thousand men—a surging ocean, wave after wave rolling forward, filling every corner of space with their clamor and breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Camp after camp merged seamlessly, forming an endless forest stretching as far as the eye could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such overwhelming force, if commanded with precision, could be devastating. But now, the Jin Army’s soldiers and officers were divided, disloyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a force might fight well in favorable conditions—raiding towns, looting, seizing women—but when faced with real resistance—like thunderous artillery or night raids—it would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War, a matter of life and death, isn’t it about striking the enemy’s weakest moment with all your might?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, the Jin Army’s commanding general, troubled by the unrest among his troops, could not find peace. After all, the Revolutionary Army had summoned lightning to kill the executioners, then openly carried the prisoners away before their eyes—this shattered morale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they executed many who spread rumors. But the more they killed, the more soldiers believed the Jin Dynasty had lost the Mandate of Heaven, and that the Revolutionary Army had divine aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet soon, they wouldn’t need to worry. That night, Zhang Chulan ordered twenty thousand troops to launch all 107 rocket launchers at the Jin Army encampment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight hundred 107 rocket launchers fired as one, unleashing a storm of fire upon the Jin lines. Instantly, the roar of rockets shook the heavens; the encampment was swallowed in flames, fire surging skyward, illuminating the entire night. The inferno raged like a furious beast, reducing everything to ash. The battlefield became a sea of fire—horrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terror of this sight left the Jin Army stunned. Recalling the events of the day, countless Jin soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt, pounding their heads on the ground, begging for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I surrender! I surrender! Please, don’t kill me, sir!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I surrender too! Spare us! We were forced here by those Jin bastards!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No surrender! As soldiers of the Great Jin, you must die on the battlefield wrapped in your armor! How dare you surrender!” A Jin officer, seeing this, slashed down several soldiers, screaming hoarsely.\u003C\u002Fp>",1113,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","329a3c6d2e039d955b929d45917f0b98c85ba2035d26c6a243c096a81591babc","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-147","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-145",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]