Chapter 527

On the front line of Azure Void, the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky and the earth, and countless Shaman warriors rushed toward Azure Void like locusts.

The air was full of whistling missiles and water balls, and the arrows shot by the Shaman sharpshooters were all attached with new devices, which would release poisonous smoke after landing. Where the poisonous smoke filled, vitality was cut off, and ordinary human soldiers could not survive ten breaths.

After several great battles, the Shaman had suffered enough from the city defense cannons and missiles, so they were also desperately strengthening long-range attacks.

In this battle, the strength of a large number of Shaman warriors was actually not as good as the previous elites, and it was obvious that some strong and sturdy ones were drawn from the lower people and slaves and sent to the front line as cannon fodder. However, these new warriors had obvious deformations in their bodies, and their defensive power was even stronger than the previous elites; if they didn't hit the vital parts, it was difficult to kill them with one shot.

Wei Yuan stood on the front line himself, and dozens of Dao Foundation warriors around him continuously cast Water Blade Techniques, cutting the Shaman warriors on the front line piece by piece.

At this time, the Red Lotus Honglian Puti was covered with black energy, and each branch was bent toward the ground, but Wei Yuan remained unmoved, still harvesting ordinary Shaman.

In the center of the Shaman formation, Hongye's face was gloomy, looking at Wei Yuan from afar, not understanding why he could bear the karma after killing so many Shaman. Could it be that there was more than one immortal means in Azure Void, and there were still means left to specifically deal with karma?

His gaze moved, looking at a monk in the Azure Void army formation. The monk didn't move much, and most of the time he just chanted scriptures. But as he chanted, a bead would quietly appear on the string of Buddhist beads in his hand. On the surface, the bead was pitch black, but in reality, it was blood-colored, and the blood color was so rich that it presented a dark night-like black.

Wei Yuan stood in front of the formation, like a pillar supporting the sky, and all the Shaman who approached were ruthlessly harvested. And within a few li around Wei Yuan, no sharpshooter dared to show his face. As long as they dared to appear, they would be instantly attacked and killed, either smashed to death by Jade Mountain, or bombarded by thunder and fire, or missiles would fall from the sky.

In front of Wei Yuan, the Shaman army had clearly shown fear; if it weren't for the pushing from the rear, the front row would have turned around and fled immediately. Those water blades cut back and forth, and there was splashing blood and residual limbs everywhere in the air, which had a much greater impact on morale than cannon bombardment and gun shooting.

Hongye's heart stirred, and he found that the consumption of sacrificial power used to suppress morale was increasing rapidly, and if this continued, I am afraid it would not last long.

At this time, the two sides were competing, watching whether Wei Yuan would be unable to withstand the backlash of karma first, or whether the sacrificial power of the Shaman to suppress morale would be exhausted first.

Behind Hongye, the Holy Shaman sighed: "This Wei Yuan is really difficult to deal with."

Hongye said coldly: "But this trick of his can only be used once. Withdraw the army to rest first, and then attack after reorganizing morale."

Following Hongye's order, horns sounded in the Shaman army, and the Shaman army began to retreat. Seeing that the Shaman's losses were not too great, and the central army was not shaken and was still waiting in full battle array, Wei Yuan did not order a pursuit, but summoned more than a dozen missiles to harvest 10,000 lives.

The Shaman retreated, and Wei Yuan immediately summoned the reserve troops, re-reinforced the position, and sent fresh troops to the front line to replace the garrison that had been beaten to pieces.

Cui Yu came to Wei Yuan's side and panted: "The Shaman have learned to be smart."

"Indeed." Wei Yuan's face was solemn.

The Shaman were originally shaken in morale, but after retreating to re-bless the curse, the morale would stabilize, and the consumption of sacrificial power would drop significantly, allowing them to persist for a longer time.

During the interval of the great battle, a cultivator suddenly hurried over and said: "Several envoys from the imperial court have arrived, bringing an imperial edict. Master Zhang Sheng asked me to bring the imperial edict to you first for your review."

Wei Yuan took the imperial edict and asked: "Where are the envoys?"

"They heard that there was a great battle on the front line and didn't dare to come, so they handed the imperial edict to us."

Wei Yuan opened the imperial edict immediately and browsed it roughly.

The wording of this imperial edict was very severe, criticizing Wei Yuan for "abusing the people, being violent and cruel," and believing that Wei Yuan was "not versed in etiquette, not knowing shame, and disregarding the teachings of the sages." At this moment, Wei Yuan was already "pointed at by thousands of people and scolded by everyone."

After a series of reprimands, the imperial edict finally stated that Censor Zhu Xiaocun would come with the Shangfang Sword to inspect all affairs in Azure Void. During this period, he would act as the Dingxi Military Governor, and Wei Yuan must hand over all power until the censor's investigation was over and the imperial court issued another edict.

This imperial edict was a bit beyond Wei Yuan's expectation; he closed the imperial edict and looked up at the front.

In front was the thick military aura like a mountain, and countless Shaman soldiers were reorganizing their morale, brewing the next attack.

At Wei Yuan's feet was the front-line position, full of corpses. The surviving soldiers were pulling their comrades' corpses out of the fortifications, moving them to the rear of the battle line, and then piling the corpses of the Shaman in front of the fortifications as a temporary barrier.

There was nothing cruel or not cruel here, only two results: life and death. The means were not important at all, and no one cared; everyone was desperately fighting for that insignificant glimmer of life.

The reason why Wei Yuan stood on the front line and bore the karma was also because the earthly paradise calculated that if he did so, until the Red Lotus Honglian Puti could not bear the karma, the human race could save 6,000 soldiers.

In the eyes of many court bigwigs, in the hearts of the so-called Qingliu, this was just "mere" 6,000 mortals, not even worth writing a special stroke in an article.

But it was these mere 6,000 people that Wei Yuan felt were worth his fighting on the front line of the battlefield and worth his bearing the karma.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from behind Wei Yuan. He looked back and saw teams of mortal soldiers running toward the position under the leadership of their captains, filling the empty defense line.

Those faces had panic, fear, excitement, or numbness. Regardless of the expression, they actually had a common characteristic: they looked ordinary, or even ugly.

One could tell from their appearance that they were refugees.

Anyone who looked good, regardless of gender, was unlikely to become a refugee. Even if they did become refugees for various reasons, they would definitely not reach the end and would disappear halfway for various reasons. Wei Yuan knew that when this battle ended, most of these people would probably become corpses; from the beginning, from the moment they became refugees, they never had the right to choose.

Wei Yuan opened the imperial edict and looked at it again, suddenly feeling a bit funny.

Those so-called Qingliu, those guys who didn't even dare to come to the front-line battlefield, would actually be furious and shout for these refugees in front of them? If the refugees were really put in front of them, I'm afraid not many would not cover their noses and mouths.

Is so-called righteousness just writing a few impassioned words on paper, so simple?

Wei Yuan suddenly tore the imperial edict to pieces, threw it on the muddy ground, and said: "Go and invite the envoys over; I'll wait for them here."

The cultivator hesitated and said: "But the envoy seems unwilling to come."

Wei Yuan said lightly: "I'm waiting for him here; does he dare not come?"

The cultivator immediately understood Wei Yuan's meaning and hurried away.

Wei Yuan asked the Kong Que Buddha Mother to come over, found a large stone to sit on, and closed his eyes to listen to the Kong Que Buddha Mother chanting scriptures. With the chanting of the Kong Que Buddha Mother, the surrounding atmosphere gradually became quiet and peaceful, and wisps of black energy were extracted from Wei Yuan's body, finally gradually turning into a Buddhist bead in the Kong Que Buddha Mother's hand.

The chanting was suddenly interrupted by a call: "I am a Hanlin appointed by the King! An official of the imperial court! You are so bold, aren't you afraid of being executed for nine generations?!"

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the black energy on his body no longer overflowed.

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He saw a team of cultivators escorting five people in official uniforms walking over. The leader was wearing a sixth-rank uniform, looking only in his thirties, quite young. He struggled hard while threatening the people around him, but the surrounding cultivators turned a deaf ear and escorted him to the front of the formation all the way.

Seeing Wei Yuan, this civil official seemed to have found a backbone, tried hard to straighten his waist, and said loudly: "This official came with an imperial edict and is an imperial envoy. Wherever I go, it is like the Jin King is here! Wei Yuan, you treat this official like this, are you trying to rebel?"

Wei Yuan said lightly: "Disturbing the morale of the army, slap his mouth first."

Two sturdy and burly men jumped out from the cultivators nearby, spat a few mouthfuls of thick saliva into their palms, and then swung their big hands covered with black hair, greeting the scholar Hanlin's face!

With a slap, the civil official's face swelled high, and several teeth sprayed out of his mouth.

Wei Yuan reached out and pointed forward, saying: "Nail a few wooden stakes here, hang the lords up, and let them see how the battle is fought."

Several people were scared out of their wits. The place Wei Yuan pointed to was the front line of the battlefield. Any Shaman who didn't like them could end them with an arrow.

But Wei Yuan's subordinates were all rolling out of the pile of dead people. At the moment, regardless of their howling, they carried the civil officials like little chickens and tied them to the wooden stakes.

After everything was settled, Wei Yuan came to the envoy and said: "Wang Hanlin..."

The civil official tried hard to squeeze out a smile and said: "This official's surname is Sun! Can Lord Wei release this official? This official is willing to follow you to the battlefield to kill..."

"I appreciate your kindness." Wei Yuan made a gesture, and a cultivator next to him immediately took off the boots of a Shaman corpse, tore off a piece of blood-soaked and muddy foot-binding cloth, and stuffed the Hanlin's mouth.

This cultivator was covered in stains and blood, his eyes were gloomy, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. He didn't care about the muddy battlefield at all, as if he couldn't smell the thick blood and stench, and didn't even care about the fairy taste of the foot-binding cloth.

In fact, two years ago, this fierce-looking cultivator was also a graceful noble son, one of the sixteen noble sons and daughters who followed Cui Yu to Azure Void.

At this time, the sound of war drums like a mountain collapse sounded in the distance, and the Shaman army reorganized their morale and killed again.

This battle lasted for an exceptionally long time. Hongye withdrew the army to reorganize three times before withdrawing. This was the fifth battle between Azure Void and the Shaman. The Shaman suffered 190,000 casualties, and the human race lost more than 40,000.

Such a battle damage ratio could not make Wei Yuan happy, because most of the Shaman who died in this battle were cannon fodder who were originally lower people, not the elites of the previous battles. In addition, the supplement of refugees in Azure Void was gradually becoming difficult, and not a single refugee could be obtained from Jin Guo.

After the battle, Cui Yu came to Wei Yuan's side and said: "That Hanlin is still alive, just hit by seven or eight arrows, and his legs are useless."

"Since he didn't die, let him go. You deal with this side, I'll go see how the venue layout of the treasure appreciation conference is going."

"Okay, you can go with peace of mind. But I really don't understand, don't these Qingliu civil officials even understand the truth that when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold? What good is it for them to bring us down?"

Wei Yuan laughed and said: "After leading the army for a long time, you are naive again. For Qingliu, right and wrong are not important at all; the only important thing is whether they are their own party. Lips gone, teeth cold? Even if Jin Guo perishes, it is the Jin King who perishes, it is you and me, not them. They can at most change to another country to be an official, and they will not lack glory and wealth."

Cui Yu looked heavy and asked: "What about that Hanlin, do you really want to let him go? He will definitely bite you like a mad dog when he goes back."

Wei Yuan soared into the air and said in the air: "Someone borrowed Qingliu to test me, and I also want to test them. Letting this Hanlin go back is just to see their reaction."

"Aren't you afraid of the Jin King's blame?"

Wei Yuan laughed and said: "How can he blame us? We haven't even seen this Hanlin."

(End of chapter)