I can find treasures in my dreams.

Chapter 387: Soldiers must die on the battlefield
The one with the broken palm controlled the mechanical arm, raised two six-barreled Gatling guns, aimed at the messenger Shuai Wenmin and pulled the trigger.

"Da da!"

The metal storm broke out again.

The tall psychic decisively switched to a super sniper rifle and pointed the muzzle at Suo Wenmin's figure.

"boom!"

A streak of extremely cold light shot out.

this moment.

It was obvious that there was obvious fear in Suo Wenmin's eyes.

Because in the eyes of this messenger of God, the speed of the light and the bullet was more than twice as fast as before.

But in the eyes of the two psychics, it was a completely different picture.

Soe Win Min seemed to be performing slow motion. His twisting, arm swinging, umbrella raising and other movements were all several times slower than before, which looked a bit funny.

This is naturally a slowing effect.

The soul of the messenger of God was unknowingly corroded by the power of the crow, and his thinking speed slowed down a lot, but he himself was completely unaware of it.

After half a breath.

The extremely cold light hit Suo Wenmin's chest, instantly freezing the area.

The messenger of God then moved his right hand, and mist quickly condensed on the surface of the white umbrella to block in front of him.

He originally planned to use the white umbrella to block the extremely cold light, but he was several beats slow, so this phenomenon occurred.

"Whizzing!"

Blue flame bullets swarmed in and landed on the surface of the white umbrella like raindrops.

Under normal circumstances, Suo Wenmin could easily dodge the bullets with the high speed brought by his virtual body.

Now he was powerless and could only watch the metal storm coming towards him.

Every time a bullet hits the white umbrella, it will instantly explode into a ball of blue flame.

The white umbrella shook, and a mist rose up, extinguishing the blue flame, but the white umbrella also became slightly dimmer, obviously losing some power.

The palm-broken mutant laughed wildly: "That's so fucking cool!"

He never dreamed that one day he would be able to shoot madly at a strong man like shooting at a target.

"Click! Click!"

The mechanical arm started moving again and replaced two new ammunition belts for the two Gatling guns.

Thirty seconds later.

The fear in Suo Wenmin's eyes had reached its extreme.

The white umbrella in his hand became extremely unstable, blurry and shaking at times, as if it might collapse at any time.

An extremely cold light flashed and landed on the surface of the white umbrella.

next moment.

For the first time, the white umbrella was completely frozen and turned into an ice umbrella.

Several blue flame bullets shot over and hit the ice umbrella.

"Boom! Boom!"

Blue flames burst out.

The ice umbrella shattered instantly.

The messenger of God froze for a moment, as if time had stopped.

After a while.

Suo Wenmin's figure disappeared like a puff of smoke.

"Cuck!"

The crow Black Sixty-Two cried out, and its figure flashed, instantly crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and appeared next to Qingyan.

It stretched out its beak and pecked at the target like lightning, and ripples immediately emerged.

A blurry figure emerged, and his outline was very similar to Suo Wenmin.

He looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand why he was here.

Hei Liushier stared at Suo Wenmin closely, and said with a smile: "Do you believe it now?"

Just now it said that "high-level forces can prevent the resurrection of God's messenger", but Su Win Min didn't believe it, so it asked this question.

Suo Win Myint suddenly came to his senses, his voice trembling: "What...what are you going to do?"

Hei Liushier said calmly, "As I said just now, I am here to take you in on orders."

Suo Win Myint seemed to sense a fatal crisis, and his knees went weak and he fell to the ground: "I am willing to surrender!"

Seeing this scene, the palm-broken mutant couldn't help but snort, "You bastard, you just called us traitors with righteous words, but now you kneel down faster than anyone else."

The tall psychic said with a mocking look on his face: "After all this time, the White Umbrella Sect is made up of just a bunch of bastards."

Soe Win Myint turned a deaf ear to this.

Hei Liushier glanced at the messenger of God, and then pecked with his beak like lightning, hitting Suo Wenmin right between the eyebrows.

"Ah~"

A scream.

Soe Win Min exploded with a “poof” sound.

The palm-broken mutant was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Why don't you accept the surrender of this bastard?"

Black Sixty-Two asked back, "Do you want to work with this bastard in the future?"

The palm-broken mutant shook his head vigorously: "No! This is too disgusting."

Black Sixty-Two said, "I wouldn't be willing to do that either."

The tall psychic asked a question: "How did Soe Win Myint become like this?"

Black Sixty-Two replied, "This is the soul seed of Suo Wenmin. If it returns to the holy vessel in the Glacier Spirit Realm, it can be reborn, but Mr. Ling Ya intercepted the soul seed."

The tall psychic gave a thumbs up, and was amazed: "Mr. Ling Ya is awesome."

The palm-broken psychic also echoed, "Just now this guy relied on the holy weapon to act so arrogant, but after all this time, he is nothing in front of the Ling Ya boss."

Hei Liushier looked at the man with the broken palm and said, "After you go back, you can go back to Daxia to receive treatment for the regeneration of your broken limb."

For Da Xia today, regenerating a severed palm is not a difficult task, as there are at least thirty medical institutions in the country that can do it.

The palm-broken mutant shook his head and said, "I don't want to do this."

Black Sixty-Two was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

The man with the broken palm smiled and said, "I want to change to a metal hand."

Hei Liushier glanced at this guy and said in a strange tone: "Why do you want a metal hand instead of a good hand? Are you seriously ill?!"

The tall Psychic nodded: "I think so too."

He then made a somewhat lewd complaint: "If you change to a metal hand and use this thing at night, five to one, will it explode if you are not careful?"

The palm-severed mutant cursed: "Pinch your mother! Metal hands have metal nerves inside, and their senses are sharper than real hands. How can it be crushed by crushing?"

Black Sixty-Two was too lazy to listen to the two bickering and interrupted them directly, "I'm leaving first. You guys should quickly call the Blue Eagle to pick them up. Don't hang around outside. You might end up losing your life."

As soon as the words fell, its figure flashed and disappeared immediately.

The tall psychic said, "Let me call the Blue Eagle."

He spoke through the communication system and got the result immediately: "It will be there in three minutes!"

The palm-broken supernatural being glanced at the sky and suddenly sighed with satisfaction: "It's great to be a Daxia person!"

The tall psychic asked a sensitive question: "Just now the envoy accused us of betraying Shapudian. Don't you feel like you are betraying your own people when you say this?"

The palm-broken mutant said calmly: "The concept of ethnic groups is itself a man-made division, and the people who proposed this concept essentially want to use it to achieve their own goals.

"The White Umbrella Sect is the most typical example. They keep talking about Shapudian all day long just to trick more cannon fodder into working for the sect. Why should I be so stupid as to risk my life for them?
"What's more, if Daxia really cruelly exploits all Shapudians, it would be fine for me to stand up and resist in order to save my compatriots, but Daxia takes good care of the Shapudians, so I am willing to fight for Daxia until death."

He paused for a moment, and then continued, "Besides, even a dog will wag its tail when it sees someone feeding it. Daxia has never treated me badly. If I betray Daxia, wouldn't that make me worse than a dog?"

The tall psychic glanced at his companion and said with a smile: "I can now confirm that your brain is indeed not sick."

The palm-broken mutant angrily yelled, "Get out of here!"

*
Oriental City.

Military command center.

A starlight twinkled in the sky, and Wen Zehan's voice echoed in the hall.

“So far, we have discovered more than 800 White Umbrella sect strongholds in Lapu Province.

"The Air Force and the Blue Eagle Cluster have successfully destroyed 95% of the strongholds. The remaining evil god believers have been confirmed to have all evacuated."

He did not report how many believers died, but it is conceivable that the death toll must be in the tens of thousands.

Wen Zehan concluded: "I personally think that the foundation that the Evil God Cult spent so much time and effort to build has almost been destroyed."

Yang Fan nodded gently: "Not bad!"

The evil god sect suffered a severe blow this time, and it is almost impossible for it to develop again.

In the past, the messengers of God hid in the shadows and could develop believers without any interference.

Now Daxia's attention has been focused on the Evil God Sect, and if they dare to show their heads they will be met with a severe blow.

by the way.

These hundreds of strongholds were all discovered by Wen Zehan using "satellite scanning" and "satellite tracking".

Such amazing search efficiency gave the Daxia military a considerable shock.

Previously, Yang Fan informed the top leaders of Daxia of the news about satellite astrology through the identity of Mr. Ling Ya, but the military only adopted a cautious and observant attitude.

Because the satellite's astrological capabilities may, at first glance, sound a bit like a superpower version of modern technology.

Daxia's technology is now ahead of the world, and the army has long been fully mechanized, informationized, and digitized. Therefore, the military is actually not very enthusiastic about satellite astrology.

But now the minds of these senior military officers have completely changed.

The way they looked at the starlight was as if they were looking at a rare treasure.

Yang Fan glanced at the officers with a bit of amusement, and then asked, "What's the situation of the battle against the White Umbrella Envoy?"

Wen Zehan immediately replied: "The hunting team we sent out, with the assistance of the crows, has killed thirteen divine messengers."

His tone lowered slightly, "But we also suffered casualties ourselves. Six psychics were killed and over twenty were injured."

Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

In fact, he had already deduced that it was no accident that the holy artifact was born in Shapdian, and he had almost guessed the answer to the nature of the holy artifact.

If Daxia wants to obtain this rare treasure, it will of course have to pay a certain price.

The stars twinkled.

Wen Zehan seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

Yang Fan knew without asking what Wen Zehan was holding back.

It's nothing more than: "If you had done it yourself, there wouldn't have been so many deaths."

After all, Wen Zehan is a technical expert at heart and not as smooth as a bureaucrat.

Yang Fan sighed: "If my guess is correct, the so-called 'Ice River Spirit Realm' is actually a certain manifestation of the Holy Weapon.

"The creator of the White Umbrella Sect, the White Umbrella Evil God, most likely gained powerful strength from the holy weapon. "However, due to some unknown reason, she seems unable to leave the Glacial Spirit Realm for the time being, so the satellite astrology did not search for the whereabouts of the evil god. "

These words may sound like speculation, but in fact they are all true.

Because these are all information from dreams, and they were said by the White Umbrella Goddess herself.

She was trapped by the holy weapon for ten years before she fully mastered it. Then she walked out of the Glacial Spirit Realm for the first time and eventually grew into the strongest person on Canglan Star.

Yang Fan continued, "The White Umbrella Sect is now facing a desperate situation, and there are only two paths before the evil god.

“The first is to completely shut down the Glacial Spirit Realm. The evil god himself has fallen into a deep sleep, and it is unknown when he will wake up.

"Perhaps this sleep will last for decades, or even hundreds of years.

"When the evil god wakes up again, she will find herself completely disconnected from the world. Naturally, she is unwilling to face this situation."

Yang Fan then revealed the real reason why he was unwilling to take action: "Whether it is me or Mr. Ling Ya who takes action, the evil god will definitely be aware of our true strength.!
"Once she senses the danger, she will definitely sleep for a long time and completely shut down the Glacial Spirit Realm. By then, it will be almost impossible to find the Holy Weapon."

Wen Zehan immediately apologized: "Sorry, I misunderstood what you meant."

Yang Fan waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. I don't want to see casualties, but some things are unavoidable."

General Zhang, standing nearby, interjected, "It is natural for soldiers to die on the battlefield. Now is a time of great change that only comes once in a thousand years. The military from top to bottom has made up their minds to sacrifice their lives for the country. Mr. Wen, don't mind."

Another general also expressed his opinion: "Mr. Ghost and Mr. Crow are the rulers of Daxia. If the rulers have to personally deal with every little thing, what use does Daxia have for us?"

The officers nearby nodded in unison.

Yang Fan shook his head and said calmly: "So what if I am in power? I will charge forward when it is time to charge forward!"

The atmosphere in the hall unconsciously became a little heroic.

The stars flickered more violently.

This means that Wen Zehan is not at peace at all.

Yang Fan smiled slightly and quietly brought the topic back: "The second option of the evil god is to try to transfer the holy weapon to other countries and temporarily avoid the edge of Daxia.

“Normally, earth spirits are born from a certain group consciousness, so they cannot leave the area.

"The White Umbrella Evil God is the earth spirit of Shapudian, but she accidentally obtained a holy weapon and has the ability to migrate to other areas."

Wen Zehan immediately said: "The evil god will definitely choose this path!"

Yang Fan nodded and said, "Yes, the evil god has mastered powerful forces, so he will naturally not be willing to lie dormant."

*
Tianfu Province.

Bamboo Embroidery Market.

“…Nature doesn’t lie dormant!”

Wen Zehan listened to what Mr. Ghost said and turned to look at the computer screen.

With the help of the magical human-computer interconnection function, he instantly found what he wanted on the Internet.

The screen flashed, and a map of the southern part of the Dongzhou continent appeared.

Wen Zehan quickly scanned the area and blurted out, "To the east of Shapudian is the Kingdom of Antai, and to the west is the Kingdom of Golden Peacock. The evil god can choose these two countries as targets.

“Antai Kingdom is a member of the Pioneering Alliance and dares not defy Daxia’s will. The possibility that the evil god will choose Antai Kingdom is not high.

“The Golden Peacock Kingdom is extremely hostile to Daxia, and the country has a large population. Although tens of millions of people starved to death during the natural disaster era, there are still more than a billion people.

“Also, the situation in the Golden Maurya Kingdom is a bit chaotic, and the central government’s control over the various states is quite limited.”

"For the evil god, this is naturally the most suitable place to recruit believers. She will definitely choose the Golden Peacock Kingdom."

The starlight in the study flickered.

Yang Fan's voice followed, his tone full of praise: "Absolutely correct!"

Wen Zehan reviewed the Soul Slaying Operation in his mind and suddenly felt as if something had dawned on him.

He actually didn't quite understand some of Mr. Ghost's previous orders.

For example, why bomb the strongholds of the evil god's followers? This cannot hurt the evil god itself at all, and it feels like missing the forest for the trees.

Now he understood it all at once.

The series of measures implemented by Mr. Ghost are ultimately a strategy of extreme pressure.

By continuously attacking the White Umbrella Sect, the evil god will feel that Shapudian is a dangerous place, thus forcing the evil god to migrate to the Golden Peacock Kingdom.

Wen Zehan couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ghost, you should have made all the arrangements and are just waiting for the evil god to start moving, right?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: “Yes, the location of the Glacier Spirit Realm is very secret. It exists in the form of a special space, and it is impossible for outsiders to find it in Shapudian.

"The Glacier Spirit Realm is the embodiment of the Holy Artifact. Migrating the Spirit Realm is actually migrating the Holy Artifact. This is when the Holy Artifact is most likely to be exposed."

Wen Zehan felt like clapping his hands in approval.

He was certain that Mr. Ghost had already laid out his hidden plan long before the Soul-Slaying Operation began.

This series of measures are closely linked, like a noose slowly tightening around the evil god's neck.

Once the holy artifact begins to migrate, it will inevitably run into the trap set by Mr. Ghost.

Wen Zehan's pupils lit up slightly.

The power of satellite astrology was activated, and his gaze "looked" towards the southern part of Dongzhou thousands of kilometers away.

To be precise, it is the border between Shapudian and the Golden Peacock Kingdom.

Lapp Province is one of the most backward provinces in Shapdian. Most of its territory is located in mountainous areas, and transportation is quite inconvenient.

The reason why the evil god sect has been hiding here and developing quietly is precisely because of this point.

The Lap Province has a border of nearly 100 kilometers, bordering the Golden Peacock Kingdom.

Therefore, this area is most likely the only way for the holy artifact to be transferred.

Wen Zehan carefully observed this transfer channel and analyzed the possible transfer route of the holy weapon.

He looked at it for a while and muttered quietly: "The White Umbrella Envoy is the strongest fighter under the evil god, and the best candidate for the transfer of the holy artifact. Is that why Mr. Ghost sent a team of superpowers to kill the Envoy?"

Logically, this is the most reasonable answer.

But Wen Zehan always felt that Mr. Ghost probably had other intentions.

*
Shapdian.

Lapp Province.

The severe cold brought by the cold wave disaster turned the vast forests into endless snow-capped mountains.

The rainforests all over the mountains naturally turned into ice forests carved out of ice.

At this moment.

A white shadow was flying quickly in a snowy forest, moving quickly towards the border.

His body was translucent and he held a white umbrella in his right hand, which looked very strange.

This is none other than a white umbrella divine messenger.

Every few kilometers this person moved, he would raise the white umbrella in his hand and shake it.

Along with this action, a very light mist emerged from the white umbrella, quickly rising to a height of several hundred meters, staying for a while before dissipating and disappearing.

This is undoubtedly a means of investigation.

The White Umbrella God will continue on his way with the white umbrella only after he confirms that there is nothing unusual nearby.

This person was so alert, obviously he was carrying out some important mission.

One minute later.

When the messenger stopped again and was about to raise the white umbrella, his body suddenly froze.

He turned his head suddenly, looked down at the ravine, and shouted, "Who's there?"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, large ripples appeared in a snowy area in the ravine.

A green figure quickly emerged from the ripples.

He was extremely large and sturdy, over three meters tall, and his entire body was covered in armor woven from green vines.

In his left hand he held a green vine shield and in his right he carried an extra-long battle axe.

The White Umbrella Envoy's pupils shrank and his breathing became rapid: "Slaughter Axe?!"

The so-called "Slaughter Axe" is the second warrior of Daxia to appear in public. No one in any country knows where he came from, as if he suddenly jumped out of the stone road.

Slaughter Axe said in a leisurely tone: "You want to transfer the holy weapon?"

The White Umbrella Envoy was shocked: "You knew we were going to move the holy weapon?"

Slaughter Axe did not answer, but said impatiently: "Where is this thing? Tell me and I will spare your life."

The White Umbrella Envoy did not answer, but asked a question: "So there was a traitor inside the Glacier Spirit Realm, and you learned the news of the transfer of the holy artifact from the traitor, right?"

Slaughter Axe was a little surprised: "Your brain works pretty fast."

The White Umbrella Envoy was determined: "You invaders will never find the holy weapon. One day the goddess will lead us to defeat the evil dragon in the east."

The man raised a white umbrella and said, "Come on."

Slaughter Axe answered directly with two words: "Sand Dollar!"

His figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of the White Umbrella God's Envoy, and he chopped him down with an axe.

"Woo~"

The shrill whistling sound spread throughout the mountains and forests.

Just five seconds later.

Slaughter Axe grinned and stretched out a hand to grab the transparent head of the messenger.

Hundreds of vines emerged from the battle axe and tied up the messenger like a dumpling.

The face of the divine messenger was filled with despair, but he still shouted forcefully, "Sooner or later, the goddess's strength will surpass that of the Great Xia Ghost and the Great Xia Crow, and then the goddess will kill them with her own hands..."

But he didn't finish the sentence.

The Slaughter Axe squeezed it hard.

"Ah~"

There was a shrill scream, and the translucent head shattered instantly.

The figure of the messenger of God disintegrated.

he died.

Even the soul could not escape.

Slaughter Axe put his axe behind his back and shrugged like a Gameni: "In fact, there are no traitors in the upper echelons of your White Umbrella Sect. I just lied to you."

He was still a little puzzled: "Why did Mr. Ghost know that the messenger would definitely ask this question?"

*
Oriental City.

Military command center.

Yang Fan witnessed the entire process of the Slaughter Axe easily killing the God's messenger.

As a warrior who has mastered the power of Gangjin, a mere messenger of God naturally cannot be his opponent.

Yang Fan secretly said, "The evil god should know now that the higher-ups are unreliable. She doesn't have many options left."

A smile flashed across his lips: "After planning for so long, it's almost time to close the net."

(End of this chapter)