With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

Night quietly fell. A shocking battle had broken out in the capital during the day, and now the capital was facing another test. Defeat would mean the collapse of everything and the destruction of the thousand-year-old empire.

The black figure leaped among the treetops, appearing incredibly light, and darted towards the cluster of tents.

As a qualified assassin-type contractor, Ghost Spirit is actually a second-tier judge. Once this world ends, he can participate in the third-tier assessment.

Its attributes are all in agility and spirit. Using its special talent of ghostly spirit, it can summon a clone with the same strength as itself.

The duration of the clone, as well as the strength of the soul chains that split off after death, are all linked to mental attributes.

Soul Chains can lock down the person who kills the clone, and with the development of the Assassin series, even a Tier 3 life form cannot ignore his attacks.

Even if you strangle an enemy, you might be trapped in place the next moment and eventually have your neck slit by a sharp dagger.

Squatting on a thick tree, the ghost spirit consumed a large amount of mana to activate its talent, and nodded slightly as it looked at the figure next to it that looked exactly like itself.

After the clone took a purple-grade dagger from the main body, it darted toward the tent in the center and entered it silently.

The main ghost did not linger, but sneaked in from another direction a little slower, with faint breathing sounds coming from inside the dark tent.

The ghost's face turned deathly pale the moment his detection ability activated, because he sensed at least twenty life forms inside the tent...

Someone was lying in ambush?! The thought had barely formed when his connection with his clone was severed, and the clone was already injured and dead.

He immediately tore the tent apart with his dagger and began to retreat without hesitation. This place was more eerie than he had ever imagined, and he might die here today.

A riot was imminent, and countless figures rushed out of the various tents, their armor seemingly never to be removed even when they were resting.

Purple electricity surged around him, and the next moment the ghost spirit was engulfed by the electricity, transforming into a purple lightning bolt that moved at high speed.

Two daggers, one blue and one purple, of different grades, were gripped tightly. As they flashed through the crowd like lightning, the sharp weapons sliced ​​through the throats of many people.

Like wheat being harvested, they fell one by one. What frightened the ghost spirit was that those he killed did not bleed; their wounds were filled with a thin mist of dark blood.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that thing is dangerous. Fortunately, he has transformed into purple lightning and is immune to 70% of physical damage and energy erosion.

This ability is extremely energy-consuming and is considered a trump card, but now is not the time to consider its consumption. Survival is the most important thing; if you die, you lose everything.

Like a harvesting machine, the ghostly creatures rapidly advanced towards the outer edge of the camp, inflicting some damage on the entire revolutionary army.

However, the casualties he could cause were insignificant compared to the vast army, which numbered in the millions.

Although the majority of them were untrained civilians, even if you used human lives to overwhelm them, it would be enough to kill the enemy, not to mention that there were also Imperial Arms users and Imperial Arms users among them...

The ghost spirit, feeling that it only had 30% of its magic power left, accelerated once more and rushed out immediately.

Two large steel swords swept across, causing the ghost spirit, who had instinctively leaped high into the air, to pause for a moment. At the same time, he was struck in the chest by a warhammer.

"puff!"

With a sudden blow, the crisp sound of bones shattering filled his chest, and the ghost fell heavily to the ground.

His body sprang up and rolled several times before finally collapsing in the main tent, which appeared to be ambush site. His pupils were slightly dilated; the attack had been nearly fatal.

"What an interesting ability, creating clones and controlling them, and these clones even have considerable combat power... they can also transform into lightning."

The candles inside the tent were lit, and the gaunt figure tore apart the chains binding him. These chains had a five-second control period, after which the chains became incredibly fragile.

The man, clicking his tongue in amazement, stood not far from the ghost spirit. It was quite remarkable that he dared to infiltrate his blood puppet army alone.

Although there was an element of his deliberate inclusion, his ability to respond accurately is still a rare talent.

"It's a pity that the Blood Puppet can't inherit the perception ability; all that's left are clones, assassination, and lightning transformation?"

The dark, blood-red mist enveloped the ghostly spirits on the ground, which were mostly breathing in but barely exhaling. Moments later, one of the judges was completely wiped out.

The stiff blood puppet rose from the ground, and Snow had another trump card in his hand: a peak second-tier assassin-type contractor. If used properly, the capital city would be utterly powerless to resist.

"You few, assassinate all the remaining generals in the capital tonight, and launch a general offensive at noon tomorrow."

Without any questioning or response, the dozen or so figures immediately left. These blood golems were Snow's most loyal servants.

Although he couldn't truly control them completely, there were advantages to it. They were obedient and consumed very little energy and burden. Otherwise, a million blood puppets would have worn him down long ago.

Snow turned back into the tent and immediately lay down on the bed to continue resting. Even with the lowest energy consumption, it was still a million units!

In order to breach the Imperial Capital tomorrow and seize the key to the Supreme Imperial Arm, he needs at least ten hours of good rest, and then the mission can be over...

P.S.: This is the first update today. The remaining two chapters will be posted this afternoon and evening, as usual.

Chapter 301, Section 308: The Brutal War

Chapter 301: The Brutal War

Dark clouds hung high in the sky outside the capital city gates. This time, the clouds did not summon themselves; they drifted over on their own.

It's as if even the heavens can sense the impending great battle; the lines "Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleams in the sun, like golden scales" perfectly describe the scene.

The darkening sky made all the soldiers stationed outside the capital tense for no apparent reason; the pressure of war made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Apart from the Northern Expeditionary Army under Esdeath who had been fighting for many years, only the Imperial Guard under Bud was able to remain calm before this war arrived.

Under extreme pressure, it gradually came to noon. Just as all the soldiers were getting restless, a dark mass appeared at the edge of their sight.

The sound of warhorses' hooves, the dust kicked up by soldiers charging—war was imminent...

Before the general could even give the order, the soldiers on the capital's side clashed with the enemy's forces. The revolutionary army, with more than three times the strength of the imperial army, forcefully broke through the battle lines.

The revolutionary army is going all out, and there's no one in the capital to give orders. The difference is that the revolutionary army's commanders are no longer able to think for themselves, while almost all the generals in the capital were killed in the assassination attempt last night.

Blood splattered everywhere. A veteran of the Northern Expeditionary Army, a centurion-level figure, cleaved half of the enemy's body in two with a single sword stroke. The man who appeared to be a civilian could not possibly have harmed him.

After defeating one enemy, an endless stream of enemies appeared before their eyes. The capital's army had been completely scattered and surrounded by an army three times their size.

Enemies surrounded him from all sides. The veteran wielded his shield and longsword; as a centurion, he was capable of taking on a level-one dangerous enemy single-handedly…

Suddenly, he saw a thin mist that had already wrapped around half of his body. The strange, reddish-brown mist sent chills down the centurion's spine.

"Ugh... Ahhhhhh!!!"

The excruciating pain came from all over my body, as if something was burrowing into my body and even gnawing away at my muscle tissue.

He instinctively wanted to slit his own throat, but at the last moment the centurion stopped, because his inner self was already dead, his eyes lifeless and desolate.

Such scenes occurred everywhere on the battlefield. Compared to the million-strong revolutionary army composed mostly of civilians, the 300,000 trained soldiers of the capital were naturally superior.

Moreover, of these 300,000 soldiers, 100,000 were from the Northern Expeditionary Army. Years of fighting and the harsh northern climate had made them far more formidable than ordinary soldiers.

Unfortunately, the enemies they faced this time could no longer be called human; they were puppets controlled by blood demon energy and demonic poisonous insects.

The balance of the battlefield quickly crumbled. Even though the soldiers of the capital were worth ten men each, they could not resist the invasion of that strange blood demon energy and were eventually turned into new blood puppets.

Although the number of revolutionary troops decreased, they were replenished, and their overall quality improved.

If this continues, the capital will surely be flattened. The gap between the two sides is becoming more and more obvious, and the battle line has already advanced by tens of meters compared to the beginning.

The drizzling rain washed away some of the blood on the ground, instantly reducing visibility.

The entire battlefield was like a meat grinder, with splattered blood mixed with severed limbs. The blood golems, oblivious to pain and retreat, were nothing short of war machines.

Fighting consumes stamina, bleeding leads to death, and being killed results in death; humanity has its limits...

The person controlling the blood puppet isn't particularly strong, but no one knows where he is right now, let alone how to find and kill him. Besides, the strategy of capturing the leader first doesn't work on that guy.

These demonic insects, infused with the power of blood demons, possess a survival instinct. If Snow hadn't been controlling them, the parasites would have long been devoured, leaving only bones and skin.

Although it can control the parasite to fight for itself by invading the brain, the demonic poisonous insect that can hide in the moisture is already very powerful.

Death and slaughter are the only themes of the battlefield. Even the 100,000 imperial guards in the capital city have joined the battle. Everyone understands the principle of mutual dependence.

The city gates, which had been opened, closed once again. With the addition of this formidable force, the capital's troops had temporarily stabilized their lines, although it was only a matter of time before they were breached and pushed forward again.

As long as the weaknesses of the Blood Demon Qi and the Demonic Poisonous Insects are not found, Snow's abilities are invincible, not to mention that not many people have yet discovered the existence of the Demonic Poisonous Insects.

Extremely low or extremely high temperatures are the weaknesses of these venomous insects; they cannot survive in either of these environments.

When the temperature drops below -15 degrees Celsius, the activity of the demonic poisonous insects will be greatly reduced, and when it reaches -100 degrees Celsius, the demonic poisonous insects will go into permanent hibernation.

For high temperatures, 300 degrees Celsius is the threshold. Once the temperature exceeds this threshold, the demonic properties will melt instantly and completely dissipate. Even if the temperature doesn't reach 300 degrees Celsius, the activity will be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, the capital city has a pleasant climate, with spring-like weather all year round, and even in the dead of winter, the temperature is only slightly below zero.

The first emperor must have chosen this location as his capital because of its excellent geographical position: one side is a mountain, the other a forest, and the other two sides are a main road. The mountain blocks the cold, and the forest blocks the heat.

However, the favorable environment here now provides the most advantageous conditions for Snow to lead the Blood Puppet Army to attack the capital.

After three hours of fighting, the Imperial Guards began to retreat in disarray, suffering heavy losses at the hands of their former comrades.

The capital city has only about 100,000 soldiers left, and the Imperial Guard has only about 30,000 left, and desertion has already occurred.

The battle line has been pushed to the outskirts of the capital. The Imperial Arms users on the Revolutionary Army side are gradually gaining strength, while not a single Imperial Arms user has been seen on the capital side.

In fact, the Imperial Arms users from the Imperial Capital had already reached the vicinity of the city wall, but were caught by a night raider who had been lying in ambush there for a long time.

The difference in numbers meant that, apart from the notorious scythe-wielding Imperial Arms user who was executed, the other two were captured on the spot and await further processing.

As the city gates gradually opened, Lubbock twisted the hinges that controlled their opening and closing, causing the soldiers of the capital to begin retreating into the city.

After resolving the matter at the capital city gates, Najenda prepared to lead her people to the palace, where Brand, Sylvanas, and Leone were already.

With Esdeath missing and Budo dead, the Imperial Capital no longer has any truly decisive fighting force, unless the legendary Supreme Imperial Arms really exists.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and even the rain turned into ice and snow.

A cold wind swept through the capital, and frost and blizzard descended together. This weather, which was unprecedented in the capital for a thousand years, left even the soldiers of the capital somewhat stunned.

The imperial army retreated into the city, and the revolutionary army naturally followed. Battles and conflicts broke out in the capital at any time, but the night raiders had no energy to deal with them.

Because of this sudden change, Tatsumi, who had witnessed the Dragon Ship Battle, and Najenda, who had a shadow in her heart, immediately looked at the edge of the battlefield with fear on their faces.

P.S.: This is the second update today. I'll post the remaining chapter after I finish evening self-study...

Chapter 302, Section 309: Esdeath's Sudden Return

Chapter 302: Esdeath's Sudden Return

"Roar--!!"