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

A being akin to a celestial being on land.

Just when everyone was in despair, a dark figure emerged from the ruins amidst billowing dust.

"Cough cough... Who brought water? I'm dying of thirst."

Su Ming was covered in dust and dirt, his python robe was tattered, and he looked like a refugee who had just crawled out of a coal mine.

"My lord!!"

Three thousand Shenji Battalion soldiers cheered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Wei Lang rushed forward, wanting to give Su Ming a bear hug, but Su Ming kicked him away in disgust.

"Get lost, what are two grown men doing hugging? You both reek of sweat."

Su Ming took the water bottle from Chen Xiu, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, only then did he feel alive again.

Chen Xiu sized him up, his eyes fixed on him as if he were a monster: "Where is that demon?"

"He's dead."

Su Ming said casually, as if he had just stepped on a cockroach, "I crushed its head so badly it can't be put back together."

hiss--

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Chen Xiu opened his mouth, but could only manage to utter, "You little bastard... you're a real freak."

Su Ming grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Old Chen, that's called skill."

He turned around and looked at the completely collapsed abyss behind him, his eyes gradually becoming deep.

With the Demonic Cult destroyed and the main force of the Northern Barbarians wiped out, the crisis in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been temporarily resolved.

But the real challenge has only just begun.

Although the cult leader didn't get to finish saying what he wanted to say before he died, Su Ming understood it.

The fact that the Great Qian Dynasty dared to intervene at this time suggests that it must have an even more terrifying backing.

Moreover, that "Demon God's Eye"...

Su Ming touched the spoils of war in his arms.

[Ding! System task updated!]

[Main Mission: Industrial Revolution! Within three months, utilize the Intermediate Industrial Module to transform the Divine Machine Battalion into a modern mechanized force!]

[Currently available blueprints for exchange: Steam Engine (Basic), Generator (Basic), Buzzer Cannon (75mm Miss), Maxim Heavy Machine Gun (Complete Version)...]

As he watched the rows of lit icons, the killing intent in Su Ming's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a kind of fanaticism.

"Martial arts and spirituality?"

Su Ming sneered and looked in the direction of the Great Qian Dynasty in the distance.

"I wonder if a third-rank expert's physical body can withstand a saturation barrage from a 155mm howitzer?"

"Old Chen, pass down the order: return to the capital in triumph!"

Su Ming mounted his horse and waved his hand, "When we get back, expand the Divine Machine Battalion! I want all the warriors in the world to know what... a dimensional reduction attack really means!"

In the wind and snow, this army, which had just slain a god, embarked on its journey home, covered in gunpowder and blood.

Meanwhile, in the far south, deep within the Great Qian Imperial Palace.

A man dressed in a dragon robe suddenly opened his eyes, and the jade cup in his hand instantly turned into dust.

"The Abyss... has it been defeated?"

The man stood up, his gaze seemingly piercing through countless mountains and rivers, looking towards the snowy land of the North.

"Su Ming...an interesting variable."

"Order the Imperial Advisor to activate the 'Celestial Being Project.' Since mortal power cannot kill him, then let celestial beings descend to earth."

……

The capital city, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The emperor was anxiously reviewing memorials when suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Report—!!!"

A messenger scrambled into the main hall, his face beaming with ecstasy.

"Your Majesty! A great victory! A great victory in the North!"

"Champion Marquis Su Ming has slain the Demonic Cult Leader at the Demon Abyss Battlefield! The Northern Barbarian Allied Forces have been completely annihilated! Zhenbei City has been recaptured!"

pat.

The emperor's vermilion brush fell to the ground, staining the memorial red with ink.

He suddenly stood up, his body trembling violently with excitement.

"Kill...the sect leader?"

That's the legendary third-grade!

The emperor took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance.

"Good! Good! Good!"

After saying "good" three times, the emperor waved his sleeve.

"Imperial decree! Marquis Su Ming, whose merits will be remembered for eternity, is hereby granted the title of King of a different surname! He shall be known as the 'King of Zhenbei'! The title shall be hereditary and perpetual!"

"in addition……"

The emperor paused, his gaze becoming somewhat complex, but ultimately turning resolute.

"Bride the Ninth Princess with the Prince of Zhenbei!"

On this day, the entire Great Zhou Dynasty rejoiced.

On the carriage back to the capital, Su Ming was staring blankly at a new item in the system shop.

Product Name: Basic Tank Blueprints (T-34 Modified Version)

[Price: 50000 Luck Points]

[Note: With enough power, even a brick can fly. This tank's power system has been modified to be driven by spirit stones, requiring no fuel, making it environmentally friendly and highly efficient—a nightmare for those cultivators!]

"fifty thousand……"

Su Ming clutched his chest; the 20,000 luck points he had just earned suddenly lost their appeal.

"It seems I'll have to 'borrow' some money from the Great Qian Dynasty."

Su Ming licked his lips, his eyes looking like those of a hungry wolf.

Beijing, Deshengmen.

The heavy snowfall did not drown out the bustle of this ancient capital; instead, it seemed to lay a pure white foundation for today's grand celebration. The ten-mile-long street had already been cleared by the imperial guards, and both sides were crowded with people who had come after hearing the news.

They craned their necks, their breath condensing into a cloud of anticipation in the air.

"They're here! That's the flag of the Divine Machine Battalion!"

Someone shouted, and from the edge of the earth, a long black dragon broke through the snow.

There was no gong and drum clamor, no string and wind instruments.

Only the resounding, uniform clatter of hooves, like muffled thunder, pounded against everyone's hearts. The three thousand Divine Machine Battalion soldiers were all wounded, their armor tattered, and the dark red scabs of blood long since fused with the steel. They marched in silence, the murderous aura emanating from them, as if they had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly silencing the previously boisterous crowd.

Su Ming rode on his black horse, his python robe fluttering in the north wind. He squinted, but his gaze did not linger on the awe-inspiring people. Instead, it pierced through the void, fixed on the system panel that only he could see.

【Product: Basic Tank Blueprints (T-34 Modified Version)】

[Price: 50000 Luck Points]

Current balance: 23500 points

"More than 20,000... still half short." Su Ming sighed inwardly. The helplessness of looking at his beloved toys in the shopping cart but not being able to afford them made his expression look particularly gloomy.

To onlookers, this expression looked like "A god of death has descended; no living person should approach."

The procession arrived at the main gate of the imperial city—the Meridian Gate.

The civil and military officials had been waiting there for a long time. The elderly man in the scarlet robe leading the group was Wang Yuanzhi, the Minister of Rites. When he saw that Su Ming did not dismount but instead spurred his horse straight toward the palace gate, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"How dare you, Su Ming!"

Wang Yuanzhi stepped forward, pointed at Su Ming, and shouted angrily: "Before the Meridian Gate, civil officials must dismount from their sedan chairs, and military officials must dismount from their horses! This is an ancestral rule! Although you have military merits, do you intend to rebel?"

With his angry shout, dozens of censors and officials behind him, like flies that smelled blood, stepped forward to echo him.

"Su Ming, dismount at once and admit your guilt!"

"Arrogant and disrespectful to their ruler and father!"