Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

On the ground in front of them, thousands of gold-eating ants stood ready, their antennae swaying, their sharp mandibles slightly open, and their shiny black carapaces reflecting a metallic sheen.

Behind them were 200 chariots, their crossbows already cocked and their sharp bolts calibrated. In front of the chariots, Wang Lie, Bai Zhirou, Daoist Lin, Fang Ling, and the other awakened individuals were ready for battle.

Further away, a massive tortoise was watching them intently.

Yamajiro's convoy slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement.

"You ran pretty fast. You managed to escape with so many zombies. You're quite capable."

Lin Feng didn't say anything more and waved his hand.

The swarm of gold-devouring ants suddenly charged towards Yamamoto Ichiro and his remaining troops. The last few hundred people were quickly divided and surrounded. Under the attack of the gold-devouring ants, those level 3 Ghost Masters did not even have a chance to release their strange abilities again before their bodies were bitten off.

The remaining level 4 Ghost Masters had just gone through a fierce battle and had no energy left to summon strange creatures. They were quickly routed by the Awakened Ones and the Gold-Eating Ants.

Yamamoto Jiro was shot through the shoulder by an arrow from Zhuoma, and his katana fell to the ground. Zhao Gao and several demon-suppressing guards rushed forward and tied him up tightly. He struggled a few times, cursing incomprehensible words, but Zhao Gao slammed a knife into his mouth, causing blood to seep from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Zhao Gao, but dared not resist any longer.

He shouted hoarsely at Lin Feng's figure, "Lord Miyamoto of the Osaka team won't let you get away with this..."

"Break all four limbs and drag them to the altar," Lin Feng said calmly.

"At a time like this, you're still making empty threats. Losing five combat companies in one go, if I were Miyamoto, I should be tucked my tail between my legs and running away, not spouting these threats..."

"I used to hide from you, now it's your turn to hide from me."

"The roles have reversed..."

A series of screams rang out as the remaining Japanese soldiers had their limbs broken and were dragged to the altar square. Hairs were driven into their vital organs. Seeing this, the remaining Japanese soldiers cried out, "You are too cruel..."

Clang...

The demon-suppressing attendant beside him drew his sword, and with a flash of light, a head fell to the ground.

"The sacrifice begins!"

As Old Chen's voice fell, a series of sword-drawing sounds rang out all around.

"Help, I don't want to die..."

"I want my mommy..."

*Pfft... Pfft...*

The Japanese men, whose limbs had already been broken, could only wail in terror as they waited to be hacked to death and then thrown into the square.

With the sacrifice over, Yamamoto Jiro's caravan completely disappeared from this world.

Instead, there were 10 dashing level 4 professionals—knights.

Class: Knight

Level: 4

Talent 1: Bond Contract [Contract with a mount, establish a soul bond, and after binding, grow together, share attributes, and gain the passive ability "Mind Connection".]

Talent 2: Iron Bones [Iron-level passive ability, greatly increases health, defense, and recovery, and increases normal weapon attack power]

Talent 3: Battlefield Coordination [For each friendly unit surrounding the knight, attack and defense increase by 1%, up to a maximum of 1000%.]

Talent 4: Life and Death [Unlocked at Silver Tier - When one side dies, the mount or knight will inherit all of the other's attributes and talent effects, entering a state of Lone Valor - all attributes are increased by 100% for 30 seconds. If at least one enemy is killed while in Lone Valor state, the enemy will be resurrected after the battle ends (can only be triggered once every 30 days, and the resurrected enemy will be in an extremely weak state)]

Meanwhile, at the time of Lin Feng's sacrifice, hundreds of kilometers away from Lin Feng, at the camp of the Kyushu caravan.

At the heart of the camp was a massive palace, its architecture resembling that of an ancient palace, with carved beams, painted rafters, and glazed golden tiles, making it extremely magnificent. The palace itself also emitted a fluctuation of energy, which turned out to be a rare artifact.

After passing through layers of inspection, a series of modified heavy trucks arrived outside the palace. A woman stopped them, and the Japanese samurai on the trucks got off and immediately bowed: "Onmyoji, His Majesty the Emperor's tribute has been delivered."

As the car doors opened one by one, beautiful women stepped out of the carriages. Among them were Japanese mentors known to many men on Blue Star, stars and models from girl groups, beauties from the general public or communities, white beauties, and even some cat-people, rabbit-people, fox-people, and other demi-human girls. There were hundreds of carefully selected beauties.

After they got off the bus, they stood there helplessly, like merchandise waiting to be chosen.

A level 5 eerie spirit emanating a chilling aura floated beside the Onmyoji. After observing it for a moment, she spoke calmly, "Well done, Miyamoto Koichi. If His Majesty the Emperor is pleased, you will be rewarded. I will personally imbue you with a level 5 spirit. Now, go..."

The Japanese man named Miyamoto Koichi immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor, and thank you, Onmyoji, for your loyalty..."

The Onmyoji waved his hand, and a large number of beautiful women dressed in kimonos appeared out of thin air. However, these women did not touch the ground and floated in the air. They were all strange, and beautiful female ghosts at that.

"If you don't want to die, keep up!"

Having completed all this, the Onmyoji walked ahead, followed tremblingly by the hundreds of captured girls as they entered the palace.

Deep within the palace, in a room, a short, stout man had just finished a brief encounter. Satisfied, he pinched the blonde white girl beneath him. The girl's face was full of flattery, she struck seductive poses, exuding charm, and uttered words of praise.

"His Majesty the Emperor is indeed incredibly brave..."

"Go down..."

Yes~

The white girl tactfully withdrew, and as she walked out the door, the smile on her face instantly vanished. She cursed inwardly, "That fatso is useless, he just made me spit on him." But at least she didn't dare to say a single disrespectful word. She had a very close friend who was now in a bad situation because she said something she shouldn't have.

After everyone in the room was gone, the fat man picked up a black ancient scroll from the bedside table. He shook it, and it unfolded into a set of pitch-black chess pieces. The surface of the chess pieces was decorated with mysterious patterns made up of points of light, each point of light representing the soul imprint of each sorcerer.

He fiddled with the flag with his finger.

"Hmm?" He frowned. The pattern that was originally made up of densely packed light dots had a section that was missing.

"How come another 300 souls are missing?"

Meanwhile, after collecting the spoils, Lin Feng looked at the evolution points displayed on the panel.

Iron-tier evolution points: 1053

Normal evolution points: All gone...

"After more than a month, I've finally collected enough evolution points for Little Xuan to evolve to level 5. Evolve..."