Chapter 494: Resolutely Going to Death

900 *li* from Qingming, the large lake here had expanded to a radius of 100 *li*, and as many as six rivers had been diverted into the lake.

A magnificent altar was built in the center of the lake. At this moment, several figures stood on top of the altar, each with a towering momentum, and each different, like several huge mountains squeezed onto a small altar.

The space within a thousand *zhang* around was obviously distorted, and a huge vortex of hundreds of *li* appeared in the sky. One could feel that a terrifying will from outside the sky had already noticed this place, but the power rising from the altar isolated its sight.

Hongye stood at the highest point of the altar, looking at the blood pool in the center of the altar. A black light suddenly shot out from the center of the blood pool, piercing straight into the sky!

At this moment, the sky seemed to be torn open, hanging down a thick curtain of light, inside which runes of several *zhang* in size were constantly falling.

Each of these runes was extremely complex, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and changing thousands of times depending on the content expressed. The vast sky was actually directly transforming its will into runes and casting them down to the human world, displaying them before all the One You Wu!

These runes were extremely complex, mysterious, and difficult to understand. Among the six One You Wu present, no one could recognize all of them, and they could only interpret a few runes. Just this bit of content already made them appear extremely shocked.

And Hongye was the only Shaman who could interpret all the runes, and his face slowly showed ecstasy.

His voice immediately resounded throughout the Shaman City: "The Ancestral Shaman has already given revelation, we will surely win this battle! He will also open the Holy Kingdom to accept those who die in this battle. You will all die for the Ancestral Shaman, and you can all go to the Ancestral Shaman's kingdom in the sky as holy spirits!"

Tens of millions of Shaman tribesmen shouted at the same time, prostrating on the ground, with tears in their eyes.

Little Wei Yuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. The blue of the sky clearly fluctuated, as if ripples had appeared on the sun.

Just now, Little Wei Yuan felt a terrifying, huge will descend, seemingly wanting to see through everything in Qingming. This will was different from the monsters outside the sky; it carried obvious anger, madness, and heat, like a ball of burning, smoky fire.

Qingming was instantly stimulated, automatically shielding the gaze of that will. At this moment, Qingming was actually able to exclude that terrifying will. Besides showing the status of the Immortal Stone, there was another possible reason: this Immortal Stone was specifically aimed at that will.

Thinking of the remnant will of the immortal who had fallen into madness, Little Wei Yuan felt more and more that this was possible.

Little Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the dense crowd sitting on the ground in front of him.

The new camp in the north had already been put into use. The first batch to move in was the 20,000 people on the roster, and then the second batch of 60,000 people also arrived. Now a full 80,000 people were sitting on the drill ground, looking up at Little Wei Yuan.

Looking at these people, these mortals, these mortals who actually had no talent and no Qi-luck at all, Little Wei Yuan suddenly discovered that many people's eyes were actually filled with understanding and calmness. There were also some who were numb and indifferent.

Little Wei Yuan couldn't help but think, could it be that so many people already knew their fate?

In history books, at such times, many people would scatter in a rush, and even if they were forced to the battlefield, they would collapse at the first touch. So Little Wei Yuan had prepared many backups, including drugs and secret techniques.

It's just that since they knew their fate, why didn't they run away, and why could they still sit here quietly? At this moment, there was armor and weapons in the camp, and firearms did not require any cultivation to use. They also knew the storage location. As long as they went to grab them, the mere hundred or so cultivators could not stop them at all.

With doubts, Little Wei Yuan said, "Everyone already knows that this battle is a battle of life and death. The Shaman tribe is mobilizing millions, pressing step by step. If they don't eradicate Qingming and kill everyone on this land, they won't give up! But unfortunately, no matter from which angle it is calculated, we may not win this battle."

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Domain Lord, you recruited us here, isn't it just to have us die?"

The speaker was a sturdy man with a reckless face. Little Wei Yuan remembered the information of everyone here and recognized this person. This person's name was Pei Yi. After coming to Qingming, he started a family and now had two unweaned children at home.

Tens of thousands of people were silent, quietly waiting for Little Wei Yuan's follow-up.

Little Wei Yuan said in a deep voice, "That's right, soon you will go to the battlefield, and it is very likely that you will not be able to return alive. Saying it is going to death is also not wrong. But every battle you fight, every enemy you kill, will weaken the Shaman tribe's power, consume their resources, and push us a small step closer to victory!"

"Even if we still cannot win in the end, we must bite a piece of meat off the enemy and chew it up and swallow it! Perhaps we may lose this land in the end, but we must make the enemy tremble and fear whenever they think of us!"

In the crowd, another voice suddenly sounded: "My lord, I heard that the Lingxiao Spirit Hall being built over there will enshrine the spirit tablets of mortal heroes. Is it true?"

Little Wei Yuan said, "Yes. Everyone present today is qualified to be listed in the Spirit Hall and be admired by future generations!"

A long laugh suddenly sounded in the crowd: "Hahaha, I never thought that I, Hu Laosan, could also have a day when my descendants would remember me!"

"I am alone, it's not bad to have a place to sleep after death!"

Voices rose one after another, soon gathering into a sea, actually making Little Wei Yuan unable to say his subsequent words.

At this time, the reckless man named Pei Yi came out of the crowd, came to Little Wei Yuan, and said, "My lord, although we don't know any words, we understand the principles! You treat us well, so we will repay you with our lives, it's that simple! Besides, we can be listed in the Spirit Hall after death. Such a good thing, of course, cannot be without me, Pei Yi!"

Another person next to him also said, "It's just death, it's no big deal! You just need to give the order!"

"That's right! Only by coming to Qingming can we eat a full meal. Now that we have enjoyed the blessings, it is time for a death battle." You say a word and I say a word, actually leaving no room for Little Wei Yuan to interrupt.

Little Wei Yuan was speechless, and finally only bowed deeply to the 80,000 mortals.

After the crowd calmed down slightly, Little Wei Yuan ordered people to distribute armor and weapons, and also to teach basic usage methods.

At this time, Feng Chutang appeared beside Little Wei Yuan, looking at the orderly mortals below, with a hint of emotion in his eyes, and asked, "Were those people just now arranged by you? They spoke well."

Little Wei Yuan was startled: "Of course not. Could it be that you arranged it?"

Feng Chutang was silent for a while and said, "... I didn't think that much. And even if I arranged for people, I couldn't say these words."

Both were silent. A moment later, Feng Chutang sighed: "What a pity."

He turned and left, saying, "Don't look for me for the next two days. I want to think carefully about where the books I read in the past were wrong."

Bursts of roaring pulled Little Wei Yuan back to reality. Outside the camp, a target range capable of training a thousand people at the same time had been built for shooting practice. Now white smoke rose in the field, and the mountain rocks in front were shattered by the shooting.

Every civilian had to practice shooting before going to the battlefield. Although Qingming was currently short of ammunition, Little Wei Yuan still gave each person a training quota of two rounds. Even if they were going to fight to the death, Little Wei Yuan wanted them to be able to die more valuably, rather than letting the Shaman tribe slaughter them.

On the target range, the instructors corrected the wrong shooting methods one by one, and then there was another round of volley fire. This time, the accuracy and movements were much better. Subsequently, this team of mortals came down from the training ground and returned to the camp to maintain the firearms.

Looking one by one...

Three days later, the world in the west of Qingming had completely turned green, and the thick military Qi connected the sky and the earth. Even if it was stationary, the military Qi naturally filled the heaven and earth.

The Shaman tribe's canal had been dug to 200 *li*. As more than ten mobile altars were pushed across the 100 *li* boundary line, the Shaman tribe's full-scale attack was about to begin.

At this time in the camp, Little Wei Yuan activated the "Moment of All Living Beings," letting everyone familiarize themselves with the feeling of power surging. Then teams of mortals lined up out of the camp and rushed to the battlefield.

They knew that this trip would be a one-way journey, but they were firm and calm, resolutely going to death.

The 4,000 mortals at the very front entered Ding'an City directly. Dozens of enlightened Dao Foundation warriors were already waiting here, guiding the mortals into the corresponding positions.

The positions were empty. Each 100-person squad of mortals was assigned a large section of the position. Subsequently, it was seen that more than 1,000 mortals were also sent into the position. Together with them were 50 of Qingming's standing army. Finally, nearly 2,000 people entered the position, finally filling this line of defense.

At this time, the trembling of the earth became more and more obvious, and the air was filled with various whistling sounds and noisy sounds from unknown sources. An officer pulled his throat, using his greatest strength to make his voice heard by everyone:

"Everyone hide well! When I say charge later, then enter the front position. The people around me charge with me first, others hide here, and wait for orders before going up! Do you all understand? Don't die in vain!"

A sharp whistling sound came from far to near. Suddenly, the shelter where everyone was hiding shook violently, and many people fell to the ground, dizzy and dizzy from the shock.

"Charge with me!" The officer shouted and rushed out first, followed by hundreds of people.

The people behind wanted to follow out, but another officer reached out to stop everyone, so everyone continued to wait in the shelter.

The sound outside suddenly became noisy. Roaring, shouting, the screams of the human race, and the hissing of the Shaman tribe were intertwined, making it impossible for people to hear what the people around them were saying. The wind coming in from outside became hot and mixed with the smell of blood and rot, making people feel nauseous.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the shelter. The officer opened the door and shouted, "Follow me!" Then he rushed out first. Hundreds of people followed, and then the remaining people continued to wait.

As soon as they left the shelter, many people were stunned.

In just such a short time, there were multiple damages on the city wall, and many Shaman soldiers appeared on the wall. Steel bunkers also opened shooting holes on the sides, constantly shooting and killing the Shaman tribe climbing the city wall.

The officer shot down a Shaman tribe member in front of him with one shot and rushed toward his own bunker. There was no one outside the bunker, and many Shaman tribe members were crowding at the entrance of the bunker, trying to rush in. The people inside were desperately blocking the entrance, and all the shooting holes were spitting fire, shooting continuously.

The officer didn't say a word, killed a bloody path under the blessing of the "Moment of All Living Beings," and successfully entered the bunker with more than 20 people, while the others all fell on the road ahead.

After another moment, the remaining people in the shelter attacked again. A new mixed unit of 2,000 people entered here to wait for orders.

In just half an hour, the first batch of troops in this shelter had all died in battle.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 495 =====