Chapter 695: Survivor (5)

As previously mentioned, the civilization of the Great Martial God Country is extremely underdeveloped.

No matter the reason for this underdevelopment, the fact is that the soldiers of the Great Martial God Country wear armor and use weapons that are several grades inferior to those of Qingqiu and Great Wei.

The same goes for the officers.

Thus, it often happens that a Great Martial God Country officer, on the battlefield, has his weapon cut by the opponent; the officer who originally held an advantage in strength thus dies a wrongful, utter demise.

Officers being like that……the high-ranking officials of the Great Martial God Country naturally see it.

Those officers born of slaves and servants can naturally die a wrongful death on the battlefield, but the elite of the royal martial clan, especially the ancestors of the royal martial clan, cannot be made to use those inferior swords, spears, halberds, armor, and bows.

To forge them themselves……one lacks the skill, and another, the lofty royal clan, you expect them to do the work that only slaves would do?

Therefore, the ancestors of the Great Martial God Country, the armor they wear personally, the primordial embryos of the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapons they use, and all manner of wondrous, strange secret treasure divine weapons on their persons, are all——expensively smuggled in through secret channels at horrendous prices.

In the minds of the Great Martial God Country's ancestors, filled with muscular knots, there is basically little concept of whether the divine weapons they use are safe. In their view, they draw a strand from the great Dao of heaven and earth they have comprehended, inject it into the primordial embryo of the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon, and then nourish it year-round with their own essence blood and divine soul.

This is their very own Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon!

No one can seize it, no one can take it away.

Whoever dares to lay hands on their own divine weapons, the ancestors of the Great Martial God Country, with their muscular, heavy fists, are not to be trifled with.

Therefore, these ancestors of Great Wei activated, with secret arts, the seals they had left in the personal secret treasures of those Great Martial God ancestors.

The Great Martial God ancestors are wealthy and extravagant; each possesses several Heavenly Dao Divine Weapons on their person, each is armed to the teeth, and the various divine weapons and secret treasures on them amount to at least thirty or fifty pieces.

All of this is the property they have accumulated bit by bit over their long lives.

When they eventually tire of mortal life and ascend to the divine realm, this property will be left to their direct descendants as family heirlooms.

Each treasure holds a strand of divine soul entrusted to it.

The total amount of divine soul contained in dozens of treasures, when added together, nearly exceeds that of their true selves' divine soul.

Dozens of secret treasures exploded simultaneously, shattering the fragments of divine soul they had entrusted within them; their true divine souls immediately suffered backlash—of the twenty-seven ancestors, only two spat out blood in great gulps, barely able to stand upright, while the other twenty-five collapsed helplessly on the ground, unable to rise again.

Xiahou Rulong laughed "hahaha".

Linghu Qingqing and the others' pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints; Gongyang Sanlü coldly chuckled: "My old assertion was indeed correct……hah, this bunch of old palefaces from Great Wei are all untrustworthy. Among the three states, when it comes to treachery and shamelessness, Great Wei takes the prize."

Xiahou Rulong smiled gently, slightly exerted a technique, instantly inflicting heavy casualties on the Great Martial God Country's entourage; he felt his spine straighten considerably, every pore of his body exhaling cool air, his spirit soaring to unrivaled heights.

"Esteemed Nephew Gongyang, you flatter me. Hahaha, my Great Wei is merely possessed of a few slight life-preserving tricks." Xiahou Rulong holds an extremely high seniority and great age in Great Wei, addressing Gongyang Sanlü as "esteemed nephew"—in reality, Gongyang Sanlü is the one taking advantage.

Linghu Qingqing, meanwhile, wore a grim face, recalling how Gongyang Sanlü, upon first entering the Great Jin court, gathered the disciples and descendants of the Gongyang clan and vigorously promoted his proposal—to increase investment in weaponsmiths, talisman-makers, alchemists, and formation-masters, to greatly raise the civilization level of the Great Jin Divine State, and to advise all martial houses of Great Jin to cease purchasing divine weapons from Great Wei at exorbitant prices!

"Rather, you've always been steady and solemn……" Linghu Qingqing glanced resentfully at Gongyang Sanlü; this fellow……Linghu Qingqing darkened his face and said in a low voice: "All right, Xiahou Rulong, you just swore an oath to surrender to Qingqiu—quickly present the Blood Oath Soul Pearl."

Xiahou Rulong's face changed slightly.

They indeed just swore an oath, but they have not yet condensed the Blood Oath Soul Pearl……if they were to regret it now!

This bunch of old fogeys from the Great Martial God Country have already been heavily wounded; their combat strength is likely barely left.

As for the Qingqiu side, heh, seventy-seven people!

On the Great Wei Divine State side, there are two hundred thirty-nine ancestors at the Divine Sovereign realm, plus over a thousand half-step Divine Sovereign elites who can form arrays to resist the enemy. More importantly, on the Great Wei Divine State side, each ancestor still holds, in varying numbers, life-preserving methods.

For example, Golden Armored War Puppets whose combat strength rivals that of a Divine Sovereign.

For example, personal military cities with extraordinarily strong defensive power.

For example, those inherited divine talismans and thunder beads kept at the bottom of the box, which one would be reluctant to use even in life‑or‑death situations when previously on the brink of extinction.

Xiahou Rulong pursed his lips, then looked at Linghu Qingqing and murmured: "Linghu… Qingqing, this matter cannot be decided hastily; shouldn't we discuss it further?"

The ancestors of Great Wei uniformly stepped back two paces, each pace ten li, instantly shifting twenty li backward.

With a "hum", a military city sprang up out of nowhere, and then a hundred or so Golden Armored War Puppets appeared, standing neatly in rows upon the city walls.

This force, facing the earlier twenty‑seven Great Martial God ancestors, is obviously insufficient.

But facing Linghu Qingqing and company, it seems rather respectable.

Linghu Qingqing was furious, his eyes bloodshot; just now Wu Jia acted too fast, too fast—so fast that he only had time to desperately protect Xiahou Rulong and the others, with no chance to let them condense the Blood Oath Soul Pearl.

I never expected, truly never expected, that there would be such a shameless person in the world.

"The world truly has people as shameless as you." Linghu Qingqing, spitting blood from anger, loudly roared a rebuke.

"All is fair in war." Xiahou Rulong stood ramrod straight on the city wall of the military city, speaking righteously: "Warfare is deception, as clearly written in the military texts; you, Linghu Qingqing, also come from a lineage of famous generals—how can you have the face to utter the words 'shameless'?"

Linghu Qingqing's throat emitted a "ge-ge" sound; he pointed trembling at Xiahou Rulong and screamed hoarsely: "Xiahou Rulong, old thief, I will certainly have you……cut to pieces, executed by lingchi."

Xiahou Rulong clasped his hands behind his back, laughing arrogantly: "Linghu… Qingqing ah, Qingqing, if you want to kill this old man, you also need the ability. Hmm, Wu Jia ah, do you think we should first eliminate the weakest competitor, then settle the score?"

Linghu Qingqing spat blood from anger.

Wu Jia also spat out a mouthful of old blood, spraying far away.