The left path sequence starts with the animal tamer

"Kill!" With a command, five hundred silver-armored corpses immediately rushed towards the rioting native slaves. Although not all of the two million native slaves participated in the riot, there were many who participated in the riot or were forced to participate in the riot.

However, Feng Weiluo did not have time to distinguish who was active and who was passive at this time. To him, the difference was not big and meaningless.

Anyway, as long as they participated in the riot, they would all die. He did not make a one-size-fits-all approach. Before the war, he killed all the indigenous slaves as sacrifices, which was already a mercy on his part.

When he first came to this world, Feng Willow had thought about liberating slaves to gain a group of loyal subordinates, improve productivity, and rapidly develop his own territory.

But later, as his own power increased, he realized that the concept of equality for all was simply not feasible in this world with Sequencers, where the path to becoming a god was unfeasible.

Because no matter how much power ordinary people mobilize, they can't match a few sequencers. Ordinary people and sequencers are simply not equal.

He couldn't change the rules of the world by himself. Since he couldn't change it, he could only abide by the rules of this world.

For example, now, the power of five hundred silver-armored corpses is enough to suppress more than one million native slaves. The silver-armored corpses rushed into the crowd, and ordinary people were no different from chickens in front of the silver-armored corpses. They grabbed them and instantly sucked all the blood out of their bodies.

It cannot be said that these native slaves did not resist, but their resistance was not threatening at all. Whether it was using hoes to hit the silver-armored corpse, punching and kicking, or even biting, these attacks were not threatening at all to the silver-armored corpse.

This was simply a massacre, a massacre of one million indigenous slaves by five hundred silver-armored zombies.

The speed of the silver-armored corpse was very fast, but even if it was fast, it would still take a while to kill more than one million indigenous slaves, and the sky soon darkened.

However, the darkness had no effect on the silver-armored corpses. Over a million slaves could not see what was happening ahead, but rushed forward desperately under the instigation of those who had ulterior motives, not knowing that there was an abyss ahead.

The most tormented people now are the senior leaders of the indigenous coalition. They are losing the war and the more than two million slaves they prepared are being slaughtered. But they can do nothing.

They couldn't even escape if they wanted to. No matter what methods they used, whether it was the Dragon Shooting Crossbow or any other secret technique, they could not break this space cage.

Even the people of the Demetro family took out the scrolls of space secrets that they had prepared in advance. No matter how they activated them, the space door could be opened and they could go in, but they could not penetrate this blocked space.

This was completely different from what they had planned in advance. "Why can't the space gate leave here? What on earth is this?" The elder of the Demetro family shouted in despair.

"Surrender, great Grand Duke Willow, please allow us to surrender to you. We are willing to surrender to you on behalf of the six tribes. From now on, our six tribes will be your most loyal subordinates, and become your sharpest spears and strongest shields. Please forgive our crimes." When the chief of an indigenous tribe saw that he could not escape, he immediately knelt down in the direction of Red Eagle City.

“Great Grand Duke Willow, please forgive our ignorance. We were deceived by the Demytro family and did not understand your greatness, so we became your enemy.

Now we have realized our mistakes and are willing to pay the price for them. "The chiefs of the indigenous tribes were more aware of the current situation than the others. In fact, if they had not been so aware of the current situation, they would not have survived until now.

The natives of the New World had long been defeated by the people of the four empires; otherwise, the New World would not have become a colony of the four empires over the years.

To be honest, Feng Weiluo was still very tempted by the surrender of these indigenous tribes. It was a pity that he had already used the War Shackles, an ancient war secret treasure.

Only when one side of the two hostile parties is completely wiped out can the space blockade of the war shackles be opened. There is no way to surrender, and there is no way to escape.

Although the other party wanted to surrender, Feng Weiluo could not accept it. Otherwise, he would not be able to leave this space shrouded by the shackles of war.

Feng Willow did not speak, and the killing of the silver-armored corpse continued. The chiefs of the indigenous tribe knew that Feng Willow could see their pleas for mercy. But Feng Willow did not speak, so they did not stand up.

On the contrary, the Wyvern Knights sent by the Demetro family were in a dilemma. They couldn't escape. They couldn't fight, and their allies surrendered, which made them feel at a loss.

"You shameless scum, do you think they will spare you if you surrender? Don't dream, what awaits you is only slavery. You will be treated like a cow or a horse for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to rise above the crowd.

Look at your fellow tribesmen, the slaves, who are still being slaughtered by him. Are you willing to accept this?" The elders of the Demetro family were still trying to get these kneeling natives to stand up and resist.

Unfortunately, those who have already knelt down will never dare to stand up again unless they are forced to despair.

The people of the Dmytro family did not want to surrender. Before, two of their ports had been breached by Von Willow, but most of the population of these ports were taken back to their own territory by Von Willow.

Many people survived, even some nobles survived after being cast into the statue, and some lived well, but no one from the Dmytro family survived.

This made the people of the Dmytro family dare not surrender at all.

"It's all your Dimitro family's fault. They spread rumors and sow discord between us and Grand Duke Willow. Otherwise, why would we come to cause trouble for him when we have no grudges against him?" When the chief of the indigenous tribe saw that Feng Willow had not answered, he immediately wanted to step on the Dimitro family and flatter Feng Willow.

"Bastards, you guys are born to be slaves, you all go to hell!" The elders of the Demetro family saw that their allies were determined to surrender, and they no longer saw any hope for survival.

Why not just attack your recent ally and take him with you before you die?

The wyvern riders of the Demetro family immediately launched an attack on the indigenous tribe's troops. The two sides, who had just launched an attack together closely, immediately started a life-and-death fight.

One side wanted a way to survive, while the other side was looking for someone to take with them before they died. There was no way back for both sides when they started fighting. They were fighting to the death, and they were fighting much harder than when they had just joined forces to attack Feng Willow.

Feng Willow just stood on the top of the city and watched. As time went by, the plague began to break out on the enemies below the city, but this did not reduce their desire to fight at all. Even if the plague broke out and their bodies were festering and their limbs were weak, it still could not stop their enthusiasm to kill the enemy. Behind Red Eagle City, more than a million rioting native slaves had been killed by the five hundred silver-armored corpses, and among the silver-armored corpses, more than a dozen had evolved into gold-armored corpses. As long as all the rioting native slaves were killed next, these five hundred silver-armored corpses could all transform into gold-armored corpses.

Feng Willow felt it was a pity. With the number of more than one million native slaves, even a thousand silver-armored corpses could complete the advancement. Unfortunately, he did not have enough silver-armored corpses.

The battle under the city has reached the most critical moment. On the side of the indigenous tribe, more than 200 wild bulls are concentrating their attacks on a force of dozens of pterosaurs.

When the city was just being attacked, the Barbarian Bull Troops did not go out, but many of them died due to the plague. Now they are facing the elite Dragon Knights of the Demetro family. Although the Dragon Knights can fly, they have no long-range attack power. Every time they attack, they swoop down.

The Barbarian Bulls' ability to charge in groups was restrained, and they could not actively attack the Dragon Knights flying in the sky. However, whenever the Dragon Knights in the sky swooped down, the Barbarian Bulls' breath and death gaze would always make the Dragon Knights suffer.

The fight between the two sides was extremely intense, making Feng Weiluo, who was watching the show, very excited.

Feng Willow did not expect that in order to deal with him, the Demytro family really spent a lot of money and actually sent out more than a hundred wyvern knights. As far as he knew, although the Demytro family was famous for its wyvern knights, there were not many wyvern knights in the family.

More than a hundred wyvern riders were sent out at one time, which shows how much importance they attach to him. They ignored the threat from the Finn Empire and sent so many forces to deal with him.

The low-level sequencers among the werewolves in the indigenous tribes had already died after the outbreak of the plague. Those who have survived until now are all powerful sequencers.

When the last wyvern rider died with his soul shattered under the death gaze of the wild bull, the remaining wild bulls were already dying from the outbreak of the plague.

"Grand Duke Willow, you have seen our admiration for you, so please accept our surrender and loyalty. From now on, we will be your most loyal slaves." A tribal chief praised loudly.

Many tribal chiefs who were not strong enough had died in the battle just now. Those who survived were the most powerful sequencers in the tribe.

Unfortunately, Feng Willow has no choice but to accept their surrender now.

"Ding!" The plague bell sounded the final death knell for these people. All the enemies died under the plague.

"Left-handed secret technique: extracting plague energy!"

After the sequencers were infected with the plague, the plague gas produced was no more powerful than that of ordinary people. These plague gases were all top-quality materials.

"Left-handed secret technique: Yin soldiers!"

The souls of those who had just died in the battle were instantly transformed into ghosts, and then from ghosts into ghost soldiers. At this time, thousands of souls were transformed into ghost soldiers.

Not all souls can be transformed into ghosts. People with insufficient soul energy are not even qualified to be transformed into ghosts. As for the indigenous slaves, their brains are not enough and their soul energy is less than that of normal people. Their strong physique is their strength, so these indigenous people are regarded as natural slave saints.

"Secret Technique of the Left Way: Blood Sacrifice!"

Among Feng Weiluo's current magic weapons, the Resentful Dragon Nail and the Coiled Dragon Wooden Staff have already been promoted to magic weapons, and now there are also the Three Plague Treasures and the Yin Coffin.

Feng Weiluo thought about it and realized that now that the silver-armored corpses had been promoted to gold-armored corpses, the magic weapon Yin Coffin would not have much effect on their improvement. Now that so many people had died on the battlefield, it was just the right time to upgrade the Yin Coffin.

Feng Weiluo threw the Yin coffin in his hand into the air, and a large number of dead bodies immediately turned into blood light and gathered into the Yin coffin. The Yin coffin suddenly turned blood-red and then turned into gold.

The energy was so abundant that the Yin Coffin was instantly promoted to a magic weapon. However, this was not the end. Only a small half of the corpses on the ground had been transformed by the blood sacrifice secret technique. The remaining corpses were still being continuously transformed into energy by the blood sacrifice secret technique and absorbed by the Yin Coffin.

The millions of corpses of ordinary indigenous slaves alone were enough to upgrade the Yin Coffin to a magic weapon. On the battlefield, there were also many powerful corpses of sequencers, werewolves, dragon flies, wild bulls, and powerful wyvern knights.

Although the number of these corpses is small, the energy converted from the blood sacrifice is several times that of the more than one million slaves.

The energy of the Yin Coffin is still rising, and the golden energy on the Yin Coffin is becoming more and more dense. At the same time, endless Yin energy and death energy are also converging into the Yin Coffin from all over the battlefield.

Slowly, the Yin coffin itself began to emit Yin Qi and death energy. It was so thick that it could not be dissolved. Just being close to the Yin coffin would make people feel as if their souls were frozen.

Slowly, the Yin Coffin finally swallowed up all the energy, and the Yin Coffin itself no longer emitted Yin energy, as if it was just an ordinary wooden pipe.

Feng Willow waved his hand, and the big coffin instantly became smaller. When it fell into Feng Willow's hand, it had become the size of a finger. Even when held in his hand, it seemed a little petite.

"Yin Vein, there is actually a Yin Vein gathered in this Yin Coffin." Feng Weiluo looked at the Yin Coffin in his hand with surprise. Although it was still a magic weapon, this Yin Coffin had reached the extreme level of magic weapons. It was already a top-grade magic weapon.

The meaning of self-generated Yin vein is that a Yin vein is formed inside the Yin coffin, which can continuously produce Yin Qi. It is no longer necessary to absorb Yin Qi from the outside world.

The promotion of the Yin Coffin to a magic weapon will make the zombies in it promote faster. Especially now that he has 500 golden armored zombies.

The Golden Armored Corpse was a zombie that could rival the Sequence Six. And even among the Sequence Six, it was still the best.

Feng Willow waved his hand, and all five hundred golden-armored corpses were put into the Yin coffin. He then handed the Yin coffin to Taris. (End of this chapter)