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Chapter 342: Banish the Army!
"The Second Apostle, the Evil Ghost of Death!

"Call the First Apostle, the Dream Demon, the Holy Judgment!"

A powerful voice echoed across the wilderness. The "dead evil spirit" in the words was the newcomer's self-declaration. Its ability was to transform the dead into a "zombie," granting them some of their former strength.

The upper and lower limits of this ability are somewhat similar to Xiaoyun's. The main component of the ghost's strength is still the dead.

The more zombies he awakened, and the higher their quality, the stronger his combat power would be. Theoretically, as long as the abilities of the controlled individuals were no greater than his in life, and as long as there were enough intact corpses, there was no limit to the number of zombies he could control.

Hearing this, the two-faced turtle looked back at Chi Ping. Seeing that Chi Ping was still smiling and encouraging her, she suddenly became bolder.

So she walked out of the room and saw the murderous aura rising into the sky!
These dead, or rather zombies, were all covered in armor. Although crowded, their ranks were very orderly.

Even in the wilderness, a large army of tens of thousands of people could hear the sound of the cold wind blowing.

They have lifeless faces and dull eyes, but if someone stares at them, they will find subtle differences between them and living people, and the dark clouds of the uncanny valley effect will gradually loom over their hearts.

"Enter!"

The voices of the dead ghosts echoed in the wilderness, followed by the zombies, who all took a step forward in unison!
All their actions, from slashing to dormancy, from standing still to advancing, come from the same command!
Therefore, they are an army with better coordination than any well-trained organization.

As they moved forward, their armor vibrated, making a unified clattering sound, which was quite imposing.

When tens of thousands of people marched together, the two-faced turtle could even feel the earth shaking beneath her feet. She was frightened by the huge scene.

Chi Ping could see clearly that among this group of people, at least 10% to 20% were people with special abilities.

Not to mention the level of their strength before their death, just based on the probability of 10% or 20%, there are about 2,000 to 3,000 people with special abilities.

"Please ask the Apostle for judgment!" The ghost spoke again. As soon as he said this, thousands of shouts from below merged together, and the scene was very spectacular!

"Ask the Apostle for Judgment!"

The zombies' voices are hoarse and low, but when their number reaches a certain size, they appear very solid and grand!
Like the water of a mighty river, it flowed endlessly and majestically. Beneath the starry sky, monsters and wild beasts were frightened and fled in all directions; high-ranking servants and chiefs, as well as ordinary tribal refugees, were all awed by the current situation!
"Ask the Apostle for Judgment!"

"Ask the Apostle for Judgment!"

There were two more shouts, like waves crashing against the shore.

The two-faced turtle pursed her lips and walked out of the yard step by step towards the army of zombies.

Her clothes were not thick, and the cold moonlight revealed her slender figure through them. Facing the might of the army, facing the true apostle who stood high above.

The two-faced turtle raised its neck and said stubbornly:

"I do not!"

The wilderness suddenly became quiet. The crawling tribesmen looked at each other in confusion. The waiter who was pretending to be fainted barely raised his head and looked at the two-faced turtle in surprise.

The elders and the mongoose chieftain all lowered their heads. Although curious and horrified, they still managed to remain silent.

"I'll tell you." There was a determined light in the two-faced turtle's eyes: "I won't commit suicide!"

The ghost in the midst of the army had a gloomy face, and his mount was a huge elephant. The soldiers guarding him were all tall and strong, armed with sharp weapons!
These were all A-level and B-level members of the tribe who died in battle.

Hearing the two-faced turtle's rebellious words, the ghost moved again.

He shook a finger at the two-faced turtle, and a light word "kill" came out of his dry lips.

Tens of thousands of zombie warriors began charging towards the two-faced turtle! The special abilities displayed their magical powers. Fire rained down from the sky, ice fell, and spikes and waves appeared on the ground. Thousands of attacks were launched at the two-faced turtle.

From the ghost's perspective, his field of vision was completely occupied by all kinds of attacks, it was no exaggeration to say that they were overwhelming!

As for the two-faced turtle, she raised her head stubbornly.

If she was afraid, she was indeed afraid. But Chi Ping was right behind her, and all her courage lay behind him!
"Freeze!" A whisper came from the air. Chi Ping glanced at the giant bird high in the sky. He saw that the flying arrows, fire, ice, the menacing zombie army, and the rolling earth spikes and waves had all stopped and stood still.

The frozen expressions of the zombies, the waving gestures of the dead, the splashing mud, the swaying skirts, the roaring beasts—all stopped, as if suddenly sealed in amber, frozen at a certain moment.

This is the spatial ability developed by Hoba, spatial stagnation.

All objects within a certain space are prohibited from moving and are confined as a group.

The waiter, who had just raised his head during the onslaught of the army, instantly lowered it. He had figured out the intermittent fainting.

As for the people in the tribe, they looked at the two-faced turtle with fear or anxiety.

Their ideas are relatively direct and simple, that is: if the dead ghost wins, then everything will go well;

If the two-faced turtle wins, then those who persuaded (forced) her to die might not end up well.

Even the two-faced turtle herself was a little shocked. It was the first time she had seen such a horrifying scene, and the first time she had been involved in an incident that concerned the survival of the entire tribe.

Until Chi Ping walked up to her.

"Mr. Chi."

"According to the rules of your tribe, how should you deal with such people?" Chi Ping asked.

The two-faced turtle didn't even think twice: "They were all killed directly because there was not enough food, and they had to be kept captive."

As the two-faced turtle said this, Chi Ping caught a glimpse of a few people in the courtyard whose faces trembled. They raised their heads and secretly glanced at the two-faced turtle, then lowered their heads under Chi Ping's gaze.

Since the catastrophe, both the tribes and the world's united government have greatly increased the severity of punishment for crimes below.

Minor offenses usually result in long-term, high-intensity labor reform; major offenses result in direct execution.

The entire trial process is also extremely simple, with a single starting point: to squeeze out value and conserve resources. Of course, the powerful and wealthy have a more flexible definition of "crime," which is another matter.

"However, the identities of apostles and servants are different, and they need to be judged by God himself." The two-faced turtle added.

Hearing this, Chi Ping said to the air: "Then let's get rid of the irrelevant things first."

Just as Chi Ping finished speaking, another voice came from the air:
"exile!"

Thus, tens of thousands of zombies, mounts, and means of attack such as flaming arrows disappeared in an instant!
In the vast wilderness, only the ghost was left standing alone in the open space.

The tall guards beside him, the sturdy elephant under his feet, and the countless zombie warriors around him were all gone!

And he still kept waving his hands and had a gloomy expression on his face.

But the fear in his eyes was about to overflow!
The tribesmen in the courtyard had no choice but to keep their heads pressed to the ground, but the shaking of their clothes still revealed their inner panic.

"Mr. Chi," the two-faced turtle looked at Chi Ping in disbelief. "That's too much!"

Chi Ping smiled without saying anything, and silently gave a thumbs up to Hoba in the sky.

But the next second, the two-faced turtle girl's expression froze, from disbelief to another kind of disbelief, from shock to another kind of shock!
She saw an old man standing up tremblingly from among the people who had been kneeling in the courtyard.

Judging from his appearance, he was about sixty or seventy years old, with a head full of gray hair. The colorful accessories on his body revealed his identity - an old priest.

The old priest who saved and raised the two-faced turtle.

With cloudy eyes and a trembling voice, he said to the two-faced turtle:

"Baby, the old priest will accompany you in the Holy Trinity, okay?"

(End of this chapter)