He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The war horns sounded faster than Yun Yi had anticipated.

On the morning of the third day after Tieshan reported the bishop's unusual behavior, the sky over Youdu City changed color.

A vast expanse of golden light rose from the northern horizon, like a luminous ocean slowly approaching.

The light was so intense that ordinary people couldn't open their eyes, so the sentries on the city wall had to wear goggles.

"Enemy attack—"

The watchtower's alarm ripped through the silence of dawn.

Youdu City reacted extremely quickly.

Within thirty seconds, all the energy turrets on the city wall entered charging mode, their gray-white muzzles turned north, and the energy cores inside the cannons emitted a low hum.

The footsteps of the patrol converged from all directions, orderly and without the slightest panic—this army had experienced too many battles, and war was a daily occurrence for them.

Tieshan rushed up the city wall the moment the alarm sounded.

He was burly, yet surprisingly agile. In the blink of an eye, he was standing on the command platform at the highest point of the city wall, holding a long-handled battle axe custom-made by the artisans of Youdu. A faint blood-red light flowed on the axe blade—it was the resonance generated by his own blood and qi flowing into it.

"What's going on?" Tieshan's voice was deep and penetrating, overpowering the surrounding noise.

"To the north, about forty kilometers away, the numbers—" the scout's voice was hoarse, "...the numbers are incalculable. They cover the mountains and plains, an overwhelming force."

Tieshan squinted and strained his eyes to look north.

Even with his extensive experience in battle, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A white tide is surging across the northern lands.

That wasn't the tide, it was people.

A person dressed in a white robe, white armor, and carrying a white flag.

They covered the earth densely, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other, like an endless white carpet slowly spreading southward.

Infantry formations, cavalry ranks, transport convoys, heavy mech formations—each formation was so orderly it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler, and the sound of their footsteps mingled together, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The white holy banner fluttered in the morning breeze, embroidered with the vertical pupil pattern, which seemed to come alive under the holy light, coldly gazing at the city ahead.

Further away, three holy light warships hovered in mid-air.

The 300-meter-long diamond-shaped hull reflected a dazzling light under the sun, and the protective shields of the Holy Flame Cannons on both sides had been opened, with golden energy gathering at the muzzles.

The fortress-class holy light main cannon at the bow of the ship was slowly charging, and a fist-sized golden ball of light condensed at the muzzle—though small, the energy fluctuations it emitted had already distorted the air.

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Tieshan had lived for forty years and fought for more than ten years, but he had never seen such a battle.

What does a million-strong army mean?

The walls of Youdu are only so big. Even if the enemy doesn't attack, just besieging the city will turn Youdu into an iron barrel.

The three holy light warships in the sky made his heart sink even more—Youdu has anti-aircraft gun emplacements, but they were designed to deal with fighter jets and transport planes, and were never intended to be used to attack 300-meter-long aerial fortresses.

"Where's the boss?" Tieshan asked, turning his head.

"The city lord is still here—" Before the messenger could finish speaking, a calm voice interrupted him from behind.

"I'm here."

Yun Yi was already standing on the city wall at some point.

He still looked like a ten-year-old boy, wearing a dark gray robe, his black hair fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.

His expression was calm, showing no sign of tension or panic, as if the million-strong army in the north was merely a slightly larger part of the landscape.

Behind him stood twenty sixth-level martial artists lined up in a row. The blood energy emanating from each of them was enough to make the surrounding air slightly hot. Standing together, they resembled a row of burning furnaces.

At the training ground below the city wall, 24,000 martial artists have already assembled.

The fourth-tier main force was arrayed in front, the fifth-tier elites spread out on both flanks, and twenty sixth-tier warriors each commanded a thousand-man square formation.

Looking down from the city wall, the neat rows of soldiers resembled rows of cut black bricks, densely covering the open space inside the city.

"Boss, they're up to no good," Tieshan said in a deep voice.

Yun Yi nodded, his gaze sweeping over the white tide to the north.

"The true bishop brought all his possessions."

He withdrew his gaze, his tone calm, "A million-strong army, those three behemoths in the sky, and the Spear of Judgment—they want to wipe Youdu off the face of the earth in one battle."

Tieshan gripped the axe handle tightly, his knuckles turning white:

"Boss, how do we fight?"

Yun Yi did not answer immediately.

His gaze passed over the million-strong army and the shadows of the three holy light warships, landing on the place where the golden light was most intense.

He knew that the real commander of this war was there.

That reincarnator.

After all, apart from those who have reincarnated, he couldn't think of anyone else who would go to such lengths for a Youdu that hadn't even been developed yet.

The other party wanted to crush him before he could grow stronger.

There's nothing wrong with the idea itself; Yunyi himself would have done the same.

But the problem is—the other party doesn't seem to be fully prepared.

Yunyi stood on the city wall, the morning breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder from the north brushing against his cheek.

He gazed at the slowly approaching white tide, remained silent for a few moments, then turned to look at Tieshan:

"Command is now in your hands."

Tieshan was stunned: "Boss, what did you say?"

"You'll be in command of this battle." Yun Yi said calmly, as if he were instructing someone on something perfectly ordinary. "The deployment of troops on the main battlefield, the arrangement of defensive lines, the rotation of forces, and the allocation of artillery firepower—these are all good opportunities for you to practice."

Tieshan was completely stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Yunyi didn't give him a chance:

"I have my own battlefield."

"You don't need to worry about death; death is just the beginning."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped into the air.

Tieshan felt a gust of wind rush towards his face. When he looked up again, Yunyi had already turned into a tiny black dot, shooting straight into the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Everyone on the city wall looked up.

The eyes of 24,000 martial artists followed the rising figure, watching him pass through the low-lying thin clouds, through the golden mist of dawn, and rise to a height that was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

Yunyi stopped at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Beneath my feet lies a surging sea of ​​clouds, and above me, the stars are fading away.

At this altitude, the air is so thin that it can suffocate an ordinary person instantly, and the temperature is so low that it can make metal brittle, but his body remained motionless, his dark gray robe fluttering in the strong wind.

He looked down.

The formation of a million-strong army resembled a white chessboard spread across the land, perfectly square.

Three holy light warships hovered below the clouds, resembling three silvery-white fish slowly swimming in the sea of ​​clouds from this angle.

And his Youdu, the black city he built inch by inch over ten years, is nothing more than a small square chess piece at this height, quietly embedded in the gray-yellow earth.

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

His consciousness extended outward, expanding his domain along the invisible thread connecting all the Yin spirits.

A death zone with a radius of 150,000 meters—150 kilometers.

The distance from the walls of Youdu City to the vanguard of the True Bishops is about forty kilometers.

In other words, his domain not only completely covered the battlefield on both sides, but also extended outwards into the rear of the True Bishop's army.

enough.

Before we begin, here's a little surprise for you.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

In the next instant, 150,000 gray-white ghosts in Youdu City opened their eyes simultaneously.

Countless tiny green lights lit up in the darkness, like 150,000 cold little stars.

Launch an attack.

All 150,000 Yin Ghosts were released, and each one, under his command, charged toward the vanguard of the True Bishop at top speed.

Vanguard is the armored assault battalion of the Knights Templar.

Three thousand Templar Knights, clad in heavy silver plate armor, formed a wedge-shaped assault formation on the wasteland.

At the wedge tip are twelve Holy Light mechs, each eight meters tall, holding an energy shield in their left hand and a high-frequency oscillating sword in their right. The Holy Flame thrusters on their backs are ignited, and orange-gold flames have burned twelve scorched grooves into the ground.

On either side of the wedge formation were mobile infantry riding Holy Light motorcycles, responsible for protecting the flanks of the main force and preventing a surprise attack from the side by the Youdu warriors.

The entire armored assault battalion advanced towards Youdu City at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. From a high vantage point, it looked like a white arrow drawing a straight line across the black earth.

But they failed to reach the walls of Youdu City.

The evil spirit has arrived.