Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 45 He...he killed that monster?

On the city wall, the evil spirits commanded by the demon tamers, upon sensing this aura, all let out mournful cries, cowering at their masters' feet, trembling in fear.

Even the arrogant Black Iron Corpse King froze.

It is a kind of fear that originates from the depths of the soul—the fear of the inferior towards the superior.

Lin Che flicked his finger lightly.

"Thump!"

The Black Iron Corpse King's massive body was as if it had been hit by a high-speed train, and it flew backward violently, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times before finally coming to a stop in a sorry state.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the man standing there, radiating a red glow, their minds blank.

What happened?

Lin Che ignored everyone.

He tilted his head, seemingly adjusting to his new body.

Then he reached out his hand.

In the distance, the "Demon Slayer" Tang sword that the Corpse King had thrown away emitted a buzzing sound and automatically flew back into his hand.

The moment I gripped the hilt, the blood-red patterns on the Tang sword suddenly lit up, as if they had come to life.

The Black Iron Corpse King got up from the ground and looked at the human whose aura had completely changed. For the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in its soul fire.

It let out a low growl, as if to bolster its courage.

Then it turned around and tried to escape.

Did I let you leave?

A cold voice sounded behind it.

The Corpse King turned around and only saw a red afterimage flash by.

next second.

"Lin Che" had already appeared behind it, with his back to it, slowly sheathing his sword.

The Black Iron Corpse King stood still, motionless.

Time seemed to stand still.

A gentle breeze blew by.

A very thin red line stretched from the top of the Black Iron Corpse King's head all the way down to his crotch.

"Pfft."

Black blood gushed out from the red line.

That indestructible A-rank ghost general, the Black Iron Corpse King.

It was neatly divided into two halves from the middle.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The city walls were deathly silent.

All eyes were fixed on the figure slowly sheathing his sword.

The wind blew, lifting the hem of his black robe and the two enormous, still slightly twitching pieces of corpse behind him.

A knife.

Just one cut.

That invincible A-level ghost general, the Black Iron Corpse King, who had turned the western defense line upside down, was thus split in two.

Time seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, a young demon tamer made a dry swallowing sound.

"Gulp."

The sound was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The silence was broken.

"You won—you won?"

"He—he killed that monster?"

After a brief moment of bewilderment came the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe, which erupted like a volcano and instantly swept across the entire city wall.

"We won! We won!!"

"Holy crap! That's awesome!!"

"Wow! Who's this deity who descended to earth?"

The soldiers threw down their guns, the demon tamers dropped their clenched hand seals, and everyone cheered and roared, releasing the fear and despair that had been building up in their hearts.

The way they looked at Lin Che had changed.

It's no longer about scrutiny, no longer about curiosity.

It is not awe, but reverence, worship, and a fanatical fascination with a savior.

Li Zhen stood on the command platform, his body still tense.

He didn't cheer; he just stared intently at the figure's back, his heart pounding.

A-rank Ghost General—just like that, gone?

He watched with his own eyes as the Black Iron Corpse King withstood more than a dozen rune cannon shots without a scratch, and he also watched as it tore apart a B-grade evil spirit like paper.

That monster was sliced ​​in two by this student-looking young man.

Li Zhen's brain was racing, trying to analyze everything that had just happened.

Those scarlet eyes, that terrifying aura of supreme dominance, and that swift, almost imperceptible strike.

This is definitely not a power that Lin Che himself could possess!

Is it that woman in red?

Li Zhen's gaze involuntarily drifted to Su Hongyi, who was standing quietly not far away, holding a red umbrella.

She didn't move at all from beginning to end.

Could it be—some kind of possession ability?

Regardless of what he is, the danger level and strategic value of this young man named Lin Che need to be reassessed!

He must report to headquarters immediately!

In the center of the battlefield.

Lin Che slowly turned around.

His crimson eyes swept indifferently over the cheering crowd, without any emotional fluctuation.

The praise from these ants meant nothing to him.

Then, the immense power within him receded like a tide.

The crimson in his eyes gradually faded, returning to its original pitch black.

A strong sense of weakness and tearing overwhelmed me.

Lin Che swayed and almost lost his balance. He instinctively used his Tang sword to brace himself against the ground and barely managed to steady himself.

"My husband, this body is still too weak."

Su Hongyi's voice echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and heartache.

"I just stretched my muscles and my body feels like it's about to fall apart."

Lin Che gave a wry smile.

The strength of the Supreme Ghost Body (Primary) is clearly insufficient to fully withstand Su Hongyi's power.

That stunning strike just now almost drained him of all his energy and spirit.

"Thank you for your hard work," Lin Che replied in his heart.

He looked up at Li Zhen.

Li Zhen was also walking quickly towards him, his face showing a complex expression that mixed fear, excitement, and inquiry.

"Lin—Lin Che."

Li Zhen's voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't know what to call him for a moment.

"you----"

He was just about to ask a question.

Just then.

"Click—"

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A soft, yet clearly audible cracking sound came from the sky.

The sound wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange, penetrating power that sent chills down one's spine.

The cheers from the city wall abruptly ceased.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

The sky remained that eerie blood-red color.

That enormous blood moon hung high in the sky.

But something is different.

Centered on the blood moon, dark cracks appeared out of thin air, spreading rapidly in all directions like a spider web.

It was as if the sky, this giant eggshell, had been struck from the outside with a heavy hammer.

"What—what is that?" a soldier asked, pointing tremblingly to the sky.

"Is the sky... is the sky about to collapse?"

An oppressive feeling, a hundred times more terrifying than when facing the Black Iron Corpse King, seeped out from the cracks and enveloped the entire Jiangcheng.

It was a tremor stemming from an innate life instinct.

It was as if some incomprehensible and irresistible "thing" was watching over this land.

Boom!

On the west gate city wall, the golden light barrier that had just stabilized suddenly began to flicker violently without any warning. The runes on its surface lit up and dimmed, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

"Warning! Warning! Unresolved ultra-high energy reaction detected!"

"Energy Level — SS! Repeat! Energy Level SS!"