In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

"My lord, are we going to launch a full-scale attack on Zhenbei City?" Wei Lang asked excitedly.

"No, I want to give these 30,000 Ironclad Cavalry a big gift outside Zhenbei City."

Su Ming looked to the north, where dark clouds loomed over the city, and the faint sound of a dragon's mournful roar could be heard.

……

Three days later, in Zhenbei City.

This most fortified city in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty was now covered with the flags of the Great Qian Dynasty and the Northern Barbarians.

Outside the city gate, 30,000 Ironclad Cavalry soldiers, clad in heavy black armor, slowly formed their ranks.

These cavalrymen, along with their horses, were covered in spirit iron armor, like moving steel fortresses; with each step they took, the earth trembled.

On the city wall, an old man with white hair held a feather fan, looked at the black torrent that appeared in the distance, and chuckled: "Prince Tuoba, it seems that the Marquis of Champion has really come. Three thousand men against thirty thousand Iron Cavalry, I really don't know where he gets his confidence."

The Northern Barbarian Prince Tuoba Hong's eyes were filled with resentment: "Su Ming is a strange man, do not underestimate him."

"Underestimating the enemy? Before the Great Qian Iron Pagoda, any scheme is a joke." The old man waved his feather fan. "Give the order: a full-scale attack! I will utterly break the backbone of the Great Zhou in this battle!"

woo-

A mournful bugle call sounded.

The 30,000 Ironclad Cavalry began to accelerate, sweeping towards Su Ming's 3,000 Divine Machine Battalion like a black tsunami.

Su Ming stood quietly at the front of the formation. Behind him, the Shenji Battalion soldiers had already dug deep trenches, and rows of strangely shaped black tubular objects were set up on the mounds of earth.

"My lord, they've entered within a thousand paces!" Wei Lang's palms were sweaty.

"No rush, wait until they enter the five hundred paces," Su Ming said coldly.

Five hundred paces is but a fleeting distance for heavy cavalry.

When the thunderous hoofbeats of the Ironclad Cavalry made the ears of the Shenji Battalion soldiers ache, Su Ming suddenly waved his hand.

"Detonate!"

Rumble!!

The plains outside Zhenbei City instantly turned into a living hell.

The thousands of specially made armor-piercing mines that Su Ming had pre-planted exploded one after another.

These landmines were mixed with high-energy explosives obtained through the system and small pieces of spirit iron. Under the violent shockwave, even the heavy armor of the Ironclad Warriors was torn to shreds like paper.

The neighing of warhorses, the cracking of heavy armor, and the wails of soldiers mingled together in an instant.

"What is that?!" The white-haired old man on the city wall was so shocked that he dropped his feather fan.

"It's not over yet." Su Ming sneered. "Divine Machine Battalion, Three-Stage Strike! Open fire!"

boom! boom! boom!

The improved repeating musket spews forth angry tongues of fire.

Su Ming personally picked up a modified version of the Maxim machine gun that he had temporarily obtained from the system, which consumed 2000 luck points.

Da da da da!

Fire swept across the area relentlessly, and the Ironclad Cavalry who had managed to break through the minefield fell in rows like wheat being harvested.

The armored figure was riddled with bullets.

"This...this is impossible! This is the power of the gods!" Tuoba Hong shouted in terror, turning to run away.

"Trying to leave? Did you ask my sword first?"

Su Ming tapped his toes, and his entire body transformed into a golden ray of light, soaring into the sky.

He took the fragment of the Xuanyuan Sword from his bosom.

[Ding! Strong killing intent detected in the host. The Xuanyuan Sword fragment has been temporarily activated!]

[Consuming 1000 Luck Points, activating—Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!]

Su Ming did not have a physical sword in his hand, but at that moment, the spiritual energy in the world seemed to be drained and gathered into a giant golden sword spanning a hundred feet.

"cut!"

Su Ming roared, and the giant sword, carrying the might of heaven, descended from the sky.

boom--!!

The thick city wall of Zhenbei City was neatly sliced ​​open like tofu by this sword.

The golden sword energy had barely dissipated when it instantly blasted the demonic cult altar within the city into dust.

The white-haired old man and Tuoba Hong didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to nothingness by the sword energy.

Su Ming landed on the city wall, his Heavenly Gang Spear pointing diagonally at the ground, his python robe stained with blood, exuding an imposing aura.

"The Great Zhou champion, Hou Suming, is here! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Of the original 30,000 Ironclad Cavalry, less than 5,000 remained, all kneeling on the ground, their weapons scattered everywhere.

Chen Xiu landed beside Su Ming, looking at the massive chasm cleaved by the sword energy, and swallowed hard: "Kid, this sword of yours could probably even cut through a first-rank expert, right?"

Su Ming remained silent, his gaze fixed on the deeper north.

There, an even more terrifying and chilling black aura is awakening.

[Ding! Host's power has shaken the Northern Territory, and Luck Value has surged by 5000 points!]

[System Notification: The Demonic Cult Leader has forcibly activated the Myriad Demon Blood Pool, and his pseudo-third-grade cultivation is transforming into a true third-grade!]

[Ultimate Mission: The Final Battle in the Abyss Begins!]

Su Ming wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing increasingly fierce.

"Old Chen, it's not over yet. The real monster is about to emerge."

Just then, a roar that shook the entire land came from the direction of the Demon Abyss, and the once clear sky was instantly covered in blood.

A towering, blood-red phantom is slowly rising from the horizon.

The blood-red sky resembled a piece of mangled flesh, with thick clouds churning above the abyss.

Su Ming rode on his black horse, his Heavenly Gang Spear pointing diagonally at the ground. The tip of the spear cut through the snow, leaving a deep, bone-revealing mark.

"My lord, the entrance to the Demon Abyss is just ten miles ahead." Wei Lang's voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, not because of the cold, but because of the suffocating pressure ahead.

There, tens of thousands of cult followers were kneeling in the snow, frantically cutting their wrists and letting their blood flow into the furrows in the ground.

Su Ming pulled down his faceplate, his eyes as cold as an ice sculpture.

"System, scan the defensive formation."

[Ding! The Myriad Demons Devouring Spirit Array has been detected. Defense: Can withstand a full-force attack from a second-grade martial artist. High-energy armor-piercing weapons are recommended.]

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Su Ming's lips.

A second-rank martial artist? That's a myth, but in the face of the system, it's nothing more than a thick stack of numbers.

"Old Chen, once the formation is broken, you lead your men to attack the left flank, and Wei Lang will attack the right flank," Su Ming instructed calmly.

Chen Xiu, sword in hand, gazed at the overwhelming crimson light before him and said with a wry smile, "Boy, even I am terrified by that formation. How do you plan to break it?"

Su Ming did not answer. He waved his hand, and the Shenji Battalion soldiers behind him pushed out twelve grotesque giant beasts.

That was a 122mm howitzer that Su Ming had just exchanged using a mid-level industrial module after consuming 3,000 luck points.

This thing doesn't burn gunpowder; it burns spirit stones and fires magic-breaking projectiles.

"Target: Entrance to the Abyss of Demons, three rapid-fire shots, fire!"

Su Ming suddenly waved his hand.

boom--!

Twelve pillars of fire erupted instantly, the earth trembled violently, and twelve cannonballs engraved with spell-breaking runes tore through the sky, crashing into the blood-red array with a piercing whistle.

The world seemed to fall silent in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a huge fireball rose at the entrance to the Demon Abyss, and the blood-red light barrier that was said to be able to block a second-grade martial artist shattered like glass in the violent explosion.

The screams were drowned out by the explosion, and tens of thousands of followers of the evil cult were instantly reduced to dust.