As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 393 I'm back!
The phoenix appears, and flames engulf the sky.

Having just taken over Fuyao's mind in a fit of rage, she had no idea how many people she had burned to death.

The cultivators were burned, as were the ordinary soldiers and generals.

The balance and order between the army and cultivators, the agreements and rules set by Mingchen... she messed everything up.

She made a huge mess, then dusted herself off and flew away to find Mingchen.

She felt a little insecure and embarrassed.

She did everything that Mingchen had warned her against.

Upon hearing this, Mingchen lowered his eyes slightly, touched the spot where she had been pricked, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

They are lovers, not superiors and subordinates.

He knew his significance to Fuyao, and he had no right to punish Xudao for his rambling.

The phoenix, born from fire, is a rare celestial being that appears only once every few thousand years; its physique is naturally exceptional.

The icicles stuck in his body disappeared in the blink of an eye after they were removed, leaving no trace whatsoever.

"Hmm...it doesn't hurt."

The man who used to be so dissolute and irresponsible was now filled with tenderness: "It's not that I forbid you from doing those things, it's not that I'm restricting you, I just don't like it happening..."

The world is so big, there are always stronger hands among the strong.

In any battle of wits, there will always be winners and losers, and injuries will always occur.

Fuyao is indeed very strong, but how does she compare to the ethereal Master and Immortal Venerable?

How does it compare to the supreme Buddha?
How does it compare to the ruler of the underworld?
Although those supreme beings need to maintain their dignity, they often do not take direct action.

But in between... there's always a suitable chess glove.

Mingchen's thinking has always been to stay behind the scenes and let those unimportant people fight on the front lines.

Ji Wen and his group of cultivators were not without talent.

There's no need for your own people to do everything personally.

Fuyao's nose tingled: "Young Master..."

The current situation and atmosphere don't allow it, otherwise she really wanted to transform into a human and kiss him passionately.

"Where are the others...?"

Long Lian is a reliable person.

With her protecting him, at least Ling Yu's safety is guaranteed.

……

Before Xingtai Pass, the setting sun shone like blood.

"No...no, don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

"Monster...monster...waaaaah!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"Oh God, please save me..."

"Please, please..."

……

The people of Beilie are tough and resilient.

The people of Beilie are martial and brave in battle.

Under the brilliance of the militaristic system and the strong personal charisma of Qin Lou, the Bei Lie army exuded an indomitable spirit.

But at this moment, amidst the ruins, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with rivers of blood flowing.

The surviving Northern Lie soldiers were completely pale and panicked. Their faces were filled with terror, and some even knelt on the ground, fearful and pleading.

When facing an opponent that can be touched and killed, no matter how numerous or powerful they are, it is acceptable.

The valiant Northern Fiend soldiers obey His Majesty's will and have the courage to fight against him.

but……

The premise is that the enemy can actually be touched, can actually be injured, and can actually be killed.

But right now, this monster is completely beyond their expectations.

What will the demons do if they have no health bar or stamina bar?

With Mingchen dead, they marched in triumphantly to conquer the pass.

The enemy troops were terrified, their morale was shattered, and they should have easily captured the pass, but unexpectedly...

A phoenix burns the heavens, a killing star descends upon the world—everything changes at this moment.

Ji Yuting, who was in charge of the army, was nowhere to be found, and the few generals were barely able to maintain their formation.

The killing monster showed no fear whatsoever despite being surrounded by a large army formation.

She seemed to never get tired or nervous.

His figure moved with lightning speed, and his invisible aura suppressed the entire battlefield.

Kill kill kill!

She didn't possess any ethereal or mysterious magic; she relied solely on her own power.

Every minute and every second is filled with killing; every minute and every second someone is falling.

He single-handedly fought against an army of 100,000.

Killing one person makes you an ordinary soldier, killing ten makes you a skilled warrior, killing a hundred makes you a fierce general, killing a thousand makes you a bloodthirsty butcher, and killing ten thousand makes you a monster of death...

Blood mist filled the air, and more and more people died.

As the Northern Warriors fell and died one by one, the mentality of the remaining soldiers gradually changed.

It felt like a dull knife slowly grinding against my heart.

From the very beginning, I was eager to achieve great feats. With a ratio of 100,000 to 1, the advantage was mine.

From initial tension and retreat to now... fear and despair.

That head, worth millions, isn't so easy to get.

That person was not a walking meritorious soldier in their hunt, but a born killer and butcher.

They are the prey.

The air was terribly thick and sticky, and my legs felt heavy.

After being glanced at by that monstrous killer, they seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Ling Yu actually overwhelmed the morale of the entire Bei Lie army with his personal killing intent.

The morale of the troops collapsed, and they couldn't even manage to flee.

They could only stare blankly as the blood-red figure leaped and crisscrossed the battlefield, turning slaughter into art and taking the lives of their comrades.

They were nothing more than pieces of meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of the monster, who would appear before them at any moment and effortlessly sever their heads.

Weak and helpless.

The phoenix was merely a mysterious and sublime creature, distant from them. But the monster before them was right there, embodying the purest form of fear.

This one man alone shattered the morale of 100,000 soldiers.

Unprecedented in history.

Eighty years ago, the military genius Hou Buchen's sword was never stained with blood. He did not lift a finger; he let his soldiers slaughter the world.

Eighty years later, his apprentice did the exact opposite, going to the battlefield and single-handedly slaughtering millions of enemies.

At this moment, the soldiers of Beilie finally remembered the legend of the Killing Star Butcher from back then.

In retrospect, the legend seems to be a bit conservative.

As the sun sets, it dyes the sky a blood-red hue.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

The once-powerful Northern Fierce Army had now been mostly slaughtered.

However, the killings continued unabated.

"This……"

"General Ling, that's terrifying."

"Is this really General Ling?"

"General Zheng, what should we do?"

"Should we leave the city to support General Ling?"

"Will General Ling attack us too?"

……

Ling Yu not only terrified the enemy.

Even her own people were frightened by her.

The soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at the figures of people killing each other in a frenzy on the battlefield.

From initial bewilderment to shock, and now... even a sense of dread. They couldn't imagine that the usually aloof and serious female general could unleash such terrifying power.

Originally, this army of 100,000 was so powerful that it should have been difficult to lose the pass.

But now, in a daze, while they were watching a play on the city walls, the enemy suffered a devastating blow.

So many unexpected things happened today, even a phoenix appeared.

Mingchen is dead, and Lingyu has gone mad.

What should they do next?
"Hehehe...hahaha..."

Ling Yu was covered in blood, grinning ferociously, the scattered blood staining her face.

She was clearly a beauty, but in the eyes of the Northern Lie people, she was like a demon from the underworld.

"Hehehe...hahaha..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Finally, amidst the pervasive blood mist, someone succumbed and collapsed.

Their faces broke into crooked smiles, like the ferocious Ling Yu.

He lost his mind, ran around wildly, grabbed a knife and slashed indiscriminately, killing his own people.

……

What is the meaning of life?
Ling Yu can't find the answer now.

She seemed to be someone cursed by the heavens.

It always seems like the things we cherish are taken away from us.

She had just begun to let go of the heavy burden of hatred she still carried, and had just slowly crawled out of that bloody abyss to see the first ray of beautiful sunlight.

But fate dealt her another heavy blow, destroying her world and plunging her back into the abyss.

Her future was completely bleak.

This world is too harsh, too despairing, and suffocating.

She didn't want to face it anymore.

Kill kill kill!

Everyone must die!
She had no idea how many people she had killed.

It attacks tirelessly and painlessly, its consciousness fading away, letting its instincts accept its empty shell.

Only in the midst of killing could she feel a semblance of reality, and only then could she find a little solace from her overwhelming hatred.

And her own soul...

They simply hide in the abyss of consciousness, clinging to themselves.

"Brother, when asking someone's name, you should first state your own; it's a matter of etiquette."

'The horse didn't eat enough, the ground is uneven, the wind is too strong today... It has nothing to do with me!'

Sister~ You're so beautiful~

'Brother, what happened to you, getting yourself into this state?'

'I love you, sister, you're in my heart~'

'Hehe, sister, you've finally called me 'husband'!'

'I'll let you listen to audiobooks again! I'll let you listen to audiobooks again!'

……

Outside, there was a bloody massacre.

She hid deep within her consciousness, savoring, bit by bit, the most precious images hidden in her memories.

The laughter of those dissolute villains still seems to echo in my ears.

That man barged into her world, destroying everything that was dull and oppressive, leaving behind only his own flamboyant traces.

Their first meeting was filled with joyful conversation as they addressed each other as brothers; their friendship remained unchanged when they met frankly; the rescue from the North across thousands of miles; the joy of sharing their innermost feelings before parting; the shyness and excitement on their wedding night...

They've been through so much together.

She felt as if she had been immersed in a jar of sweet water, enjoying a happiness she never dared to imagine.

But why...

Why must she destroy everything just when she's become so engrossed in it?
It is precisely because of these moments of happiness that the loss of them is all the more unforgettable and devastating.

I want to hear him speak again... I want to hear him speak again.

She wanted to be intimate with him without restraint, and she wanted to honestly express her feelings for him.

She wanted to give up everything, live a secluded life with him, have children, and never care about the troubles of the world again.

I really want to...

The Killer Star grinned menacingly as he slaughtered at will.

Few people saw the two lines of bloody tears slowly streaming down that delicate face.

Behind the frenzied killings lay a devastating sadness and despair.

She moved mechanically through the crowd, each move taking a life.

Suddenly, it seemed that another person had appeared in the midst of the brutal battlefield, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Unlike the soldiers of Beilie, this person was not so frightened by her that her legs went weak and she went mad.

Instead, they acted with extreme speed and had a very clear objective, arriving in front of her in an instant.

Ling Yu raised her hand numbly, her lifeless eyes fixed on him.

Just as the blood-stained hand was about to strike down, he suddenly trembled, and his hand abruptly stopped in mid-air.

The world is gray, and all people are colorless.

But the person in front of me... is different.

……

As the sun sets, its afterglow turns a hazy yellow.

The killing spirits stole everyone's attention; no one saw a shadow streak across the sky.

However, there are always those with great magical power who can sense him.

"Young Master, Ling Yu's condition is very strange, please don't go..."

The fact that the situation at Xingtai Pass has remained this way is a testament to the fact that Long Lian, who is still recovering from his injuries, is the MVP.

With both Fuyao and Lingyu having gone mad, only she was able to calmly analyze the situation and identify the problems.

They sensed Mingchen and Fuyao's return and saw that Mingchen was still alive.

Long Lian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she kept trying to persuade Mingchen.

We'll talk about Ji Yuting and Huang Xingyao later; Ling Yu is clearly more important right now.

Ling Yu has gone mad.

She tried to stop Ling Yu's behavior, but Ling Yu obviously couldn't hear anything; she even slashed at Long Lian.

Ling Yu unleashed an extremely powerful force, and that eerie killing aura permeated the entire battlefield. Anyone who entered felt their magic power suppressed, their steps heavy, as if they were sinking into a swamp. The sounds of roaring and killing echoed in their ears, and blood light surged forth, captivating their souls and crushing their will.

She never expected that Ling Yu could unleash such terrifying power.

Before he could finish speaking, Mingchen had already vanished from the spot.

Ling Yu has killed many people; he exudes a murderous aura and is terrifying in his presence.

She was practically a demon of death; even her own people began to fear her, and no one dared to meet her scarlet, savage eyes.

However, Mingchen, without any hesitation, rushed into the battlefield filled with intense killing intent and stood in front of Ling Yu.

I just watched her quietly.

Even as the hand that could smash a head into a watermelon came crashing down on him, he remained standing, neither dodging nor avoiding it.

A strong wind blew in, causing a few strands of hair at Mingchen's temples to fly up, and a little blood, due to inertia, splattered on Mingchen's face.

Mingchen's eyes were filled with tenderness and pity. He simply raised his hand and grasped her blood-soaked palm.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept through my heart, and all the murderous intent vanished without a trace.

His violent and crazed eyes instantly cleared, and the world before him was empty except for the person in front of him.

Ling Yu was somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the person in front of her.

The hazy world gradually returned to normal, and the gentle afterglow of the setting sun illuminated his face, making him look so real it brought tears to my eyes.

The setting sun casts its light, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as fearful armies surround the scene.

The handsome young man leaned closer and gently pressed his forehead against the blood-stained forehead of the assassin.

Without saying much or asking many questions, he simply smiled and said, "I'm back!"

Their eyes met, each reflecting the other's.

"Why are you so slow-witted?"

(End of this chapter)