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

When the first wave of Shadows crashed into the armored assault battalion, the Templars didn't even have time to react.

A rider on a holy light motorcycle was sprinting at full speed when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold seep into the back of his neck, as if a piece of ice had been forcibly stuffed between his helmet and his skin.

He instinctively reached out to touch it, but his fingers passed through nothingness—there was nothing there.

Immediately afterwards, a second ghost pierced through his chest.

The third one burrowed into the abdominal cavity from below.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth—more and more gray-white humanoid figures, like piranhas smelling blood, swarmed in from all directions.

They ignored physical barriers, energy shields, and holy silver plate armor, penetrating all defenses and pouring icy yin energy into the knight's body.

The Templar Knight, who was simultaneously pierced by more than five thousand ghosts, had his body temperature plummet from normal to tens of degrees below zero in less than ten seconds.

Blood congeals into red ice crystals in the blood vessels, internal organs freeze into hard lumps, and the brain turns into a gray ice block.

His holy light motorcycle continued to speed forward, carrying the corpse for nearly 300 meters before finally crashing into rocks and overturning.

The body fell from the car seat, making a crisp sound like shattering porcelain when it hit the ground—it was frozen solid, and shattered into several pieces with the fall.

The 150,000 ghouls, in their very first wave, instantly killed 30 Templar Knights and pounced on the others with terrifying speed.

Extreme speed, unpredictable and invisible to the naked eye, completely ignoring physical attacks—the first wave of ghostly charges took only one minute, and the Templar Knights' armored assault battalion lost nearly four hundred men.

All four hundred Templar Knights died from the extreme cold, their deaths so gruesome that the parish garrison soldiers supporting them vomited into their helmets on the spot.

And this is just the beginning.

The evil spirits will not stop.

They are not tired, not afraid, not affected by morale, and do not need supplies or rest.

They simply followed Yun Yi's divine will, passing through the bodies of one enemy after another at top speed, injecting deadly Yin energy into each living person.

One hundred ghosts stacked together can freeze an ordinary person to death in ten minutes.

A thousand ghosts stacked together can kill a soldier who has not been baptized by holy light in thirty seconds.

When ten thousand ghosts pass through a target at the same time, the freezing process takes less than ten seconds—the blood congeals in the first second, the internal organs freeze in the second second, the brain dies in the third second, the body falls to the ground in the fourth second, and it shatters into pieces in the fifth second.

Yun Yi has 150,000 Yin Ghosts, and this number is still growing at a visible rate. All True Bishop soldiers killed by Yin Ghosts will be automatically transformed into new Yin Ghosts after death, as long as they are within his 150-mile radius.

This was a massacre that spread exponentially.

The True Bishop's command would certainly not sit idly by and wait for their doom.

The three Holy Light warships were the first to react, firing their Holy Flame Cannons on both sides of the ships simultaneously. Hundreds of golden beams poured down from the sky, weaving an impenetrable net of deathly fire on the ground.

Each shot from the Sacred Flame Cannon had enough energy to melt steel armor, blasting a lava crater several meters in diameter into the wasteland. The shockwave knocked the surrounding soldiers to the ground.

Holy Flame is effective against Shadows—but only temporarily.

The ghosts struck by the holy flames were like snow doused with boiling water; their grayish-white humanoid forms twisted violently, emitting faint shrieks, before bursting apart like bubbles.

However, the scattered gray-white mist did not dissipate. It floated in the air for less than ten seconds before reforming into a new humanoid silhouette and rushing towards the next target.

Unkillable.

The twelve holy flame cannons fired three rounds in unison, killing tens of thousands of Yin ghosts—but they all revived on the spot in less than a minute and continued to frantically reap the lives of the ground troops.

"Holy Flame ineffective! Repeat, Holy Flame ineffective!"

On the bridge of the Holy Light warship, the adjutant's voice was shrill and piercing with fear, "They resurrect too quickly; the Holy Flame's energy consumption simply can't keep up!"

The captain stared intently at the dense array of gray-white dots on the tactical screen, cold sweat trickling down his face.

He had commanded dozens of major battles and suppressed at least three large-scale heretical rebellions, but he had never seen an enemy like this before—unkillable, indestructible, defying the laws of physics, and growing in number the more they were fought, while his own soldiers were turning into corpses at a visible rate.

"Solar Beam!" the captain practically roared. "Take Solar Beam into the air immediately! Coordinates—cover all areas!"

The order was transmitted to the rear of the army via the communication network, where a huge metal sphere was slowly rising into the air.

The Light of the Sun—the True Bishop's strategic energy weapon.

At its core is a holy light energy reactor compressed to the extreme, covered by twelve layers of sanctified energy amplification arrays.

Once activated, the sphere floats in mid-air, continuously releasing high-intensity light that is completely consistent with the real solar spectrum.

This light has a natural restraining effect on undead and evil spirits like ghosts—it doesn't simulate ordinary light, but rather light blessed by the faith of millions of believers, possessing a holy purifying effect.

The metallic shell of the Blazing Sun slowly unfolded in the air, like a blooming metallic flower.

The Holy Light Reactor at the core was activated, and dazzling golden light burst forth from the center of the petals, illuminating a pure white world without any shadows for dozens of miles around.

The moment the ghost was touched by the light, grayish-white smoke began to violently billow from its body.

Their movement slowed significantly, and their grayish-white humanoid silhouettes shrank continuously under the golden light, some even vaporizing into wisps of white smoke and dissipating into the air.

On the battlefield, the True Bishop's soldiers erupted in deafening cheers.

But the cheers lasted for less than thirty seconds.

Because those vaporized ghosts dissipated in the area where the golden light was most concentrated, and then regrouped.

They reappeared a minute later.

However, due to the continuous illumination of the blazing sun, the newly resurrected ghosts will die again in a short time, creating a vicious cycle.

Shen Ye stood on the flagship bridge of the Holy Light Warship, watching everything happening on the battlefield through a holographic projection.

When he saw the ghosts being suppressed by the blazing sunlight, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but think: As expected of someone with authority, their methods are truly bizarre.

However strange it may be, you are only ten years old now, so how strong can you be?

……

Yun Yi, who was 10,000 meters in the air, saw this scene and remained calm.

After all, no matter how many Yin ghosts there are, their quality is still too low. Faced with such a wide-range, restraining attack, they have almost no power to counter it.

He shifted his gaze from the battlefield, scanning the surrounding sea of ​​clouds, then the faintly visible black tide stretching into the distance, finally settling on several directions to the west and east of the battlefield.

There, he sensed several prying eyes.

The most recent batch is in the east, a towering ruin—an old television tower, the upper half of which had long been sheared off by missiles, leaving only half of the rusty steel frame standing on the ground, like a broken chopstick.

A man in a black trench coat stood atop the ruined tower.

The trench coat was made of a special material with flowing optical camouflage energy patterns on its surface, making his figure appear and disappear against the backdrop of ruins.

The man held a military-grade long-range observation device in his hand, the lens covered with a thin energy filter, aimed directly at the sun-like sphere of light in the center of the battlefield.

His lips moved slightly, as if he were talking to someone, but because of the distance, Yun Yi couldn't hear what he was saying.

From his attire and the faint energy fluctuations emanating from his body, Yun Yi could roughly determine his origins—a wandering merchant from the wasteland.

A group of free merchants, not affiliated with any faction, drive modified armored vehicles back and forth across the wasteland, trading weapons, medicine, and information between various city-states.

They were the most well-informed people in the wasteland; wherever there was war, they were there.

Yun Yi ignored them.

He knew the rules of the wasteland merchant very well—only look, don't fight; only buy, don't risk your life.

They're just here to document the war; if they win, they'll earn intelligence fees, and if they lose, they won't lose anything. Taking action against them is a pure waste of effort.

The second gaze extends further, to the west.

A gray area eroded by the Black Tide, the ground covered with a hard, iron-like blackish-gray substance, like plastic burned by a fire.

Several people wearing dark blue jumpsuits stood on the edge of the gray area, all wearing the same badge on their shoulders.

Yun Yi recognized the badge—it was a dark technology, using scientific methods to analyze various Taoist systems and develop all sorts of bizarre technologies.

They may not be strong in direct combat, but when it comes to sneaky tactics, they are definitely among the most cunning in this wasteland.