The Unjust System and My War-Crazy Self

Theoretically, the soul gathering and summoning of the City of the Dead can turn dead living beings into one's own troops.

However, when the game is running, who would deliberately serve as your corpse?

Besides, the corpses also need to be refreshed.

Even if it is done, players will be fighting on the front line on the one hand and searching for corpses in the rear on the other hand, which will not be easy to settle.

So the official took a shortcut and the dead life form must be a living thing killed by the player's forces -

This makes settlement very convenient.

Anyway, you mainly use this talent in battle.

Then the funny thing happened.

In a certain battle, the player plays the role of a necromancer who plunders corpses and expands his troops.

However, due to the game mechanics, the corpses can only be set as living bodies——

Then, there was a scene where countless clumsy players were chased around by those theoretical corpses.

However, the players' crazy complaints were, as usual, ignored by the officials who pretended to be dead.

Afterwards, this feature was quickly utilized by players.

Shu Yichao still remembers the day known as the "Ghost Killing Festival." After winning numerous championships, the Ghost King, who was skilled in using the City of the Dead, encountered an unknown rookie.

Before the game, people predicted that the Ghost King had a 99.87% chance of winning, which was basically no suspense.

After all, the Ghost King's Eternal Night Sky has been in control for several seasons and no one can stop it.

As a result, something surprising happened during the game.

The rookie didn't develop much at all, and sent his troops out in all directions right from the start.

Kill anyone who stands in your way, kill any Buddha who stands in your way, and shoot down everything you see. Wherever you go, blood flows like a river, and no one is left alive.

The dumbfounded Ghost King could not gather enough living people to develop the city, nor could he accumulate enough skeleton soldiers, and was easily defeated by his opponent with a score of 3 to 0.

Everyone suddenly realized it.

It turns out you can play like this.

Since then, such funny scenes have often appeared in Alien War—

The Holy Alliance slaughters people everywhere, while the evil undead saves the dying and the wounded.

Therefore, Zamplin's strategy of clearing the countryside and defending the city was a blessing in disguise.

It really stopped Shu Yichao's snowballing behavior on the plateau.

"I can't push it anymore." Shu Yichao muttered.

If there are not enough reinforcements on the front line, then he will have to transport troops from the rear.

But the problem is——

According to his current fighting style, the summoned Terracotta Warriors will only be usable for less than a week.

The terrifying maintenance fee was like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

If a week is given, even if all the Terracotta Warriors are equipped with clay horses, they will not be able to penetrate deep into the enemy territory.

What's more, they have to spend time traveling, leaving even less time for fighting.

"Retreat, retreat."

"It seems like we can't push this way, let's change the direction."

In this regard, Shu Yichao could only disband his troops before the end of the week and then go back to find a closer target.

So he tapped lightly.

The huge army of clay figurines disappeared in an instant.

"Let me see who I'm looking for..."

"In the direction of Dayuan—huh?"

"What are these red dots?"

"So many?"

Looking at the massive red dots appearing at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, Shu Yichao thought in confusion.

"What the hell."

"It's a timely help."

Kunlun Iron Gate Pass.

"Disappeared?"

A Tumo soldier guarding the pass was so tired that his face turned pale and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Gone, really disappeared!"

Looking around, I found that the terracotta warriors with skull faces had really disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The Tumo soldier finally couldn't contain his excitement, and he fell to the ground, crying loudly, crying so heart-wrenchingly that he vomited bile.

"Finally, it's finally gone."

"Finally, I can rest."

There was wailing inside Tiemenguan.

It's too awful.

They never imagined that the battle to defend Iron Gate Pass would become so brutal, even with the participation of the Great Wizard!

The army of clay figurines is endless and is constantly attacking.

They don't know day or night, they just attack, attack, and attack again!!

The Tumo soldiers could only work in three shifts to hold on.

The arrows, logs, and boulders were soon used up.

The blades of spears and swords were soon bent.

As for medicine and food, they were consumed even faster.

Later on, the only thing the Tumo soldiers had to do besides eating and sleeping was to fight in battle.

Other than that, there won't be any breaks.

tired.

too tired.

Later, many soldiers, upon hearing the whistle, rushed to the top of the wall like zombies, waving their weapons in a daze.

This kind of high-intensity and hard work is undoubtedly a great damage to the body.

Many fat and strong men became so thin that they were just a bag of bones in a short period of time.

Many soldiers fell asleep after changing shifts and never woke up again.

Even in the midst of fighting, there were soldiers who simply stood there motionless - they were exhausted to death.

Inside the Iron Gate Pass, the soldiers' cries could be heard one after another.

The almighty Great Wizard Saint Snow also felt a sense of surviving a disaster.

Because of the cloak covering his face, no one else could see his expression clearly.

But if someone could lift off his cloak, they would find that the face of this famous and legendary wizard was as pale as paper.

"call--"

After letting out a long breath, the Great Witch Saint Snow staggered out a pot of potion from his waist, then put it to his cracked lips, wanting to take a sip.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the headache that felt like needles pricking his head prevented him from bringing the medicine to his mouth.

Fortunately, the little snowman he raised helped the Holy Snow Wizard, so the ridiculous rumor that the Wizard had a cerebral thrombosis and couldn't even drink water by himself was avoided.

"It's simply a catastrophe."

The Great Wizard Saint Snow shook his head.

He really wanted to close his eyes right now and sleep for three days and three nights.

"This catastrophe should be coming to an end for now."

The Great Wizard Saint Snow was extremely hoping that this would be the case.

But he also knew that this was impossible.

The next batch of clay figurines will arrive again at any time.

"I wonder when the Empire's reinforcements will arrive?"

The exhausted Great Saint Snow Wizard sighed secretly.

If he continued to fight like this, he felt that he might become the first great wizard in the world to be exhausted to death.

The earth began to tremble again.

Chapter 175 - Feed Them to Death

"It worked?"

Zamplin raised his brow.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The messenger who came to announce the good news was beaming with joy.

"Under your wise leadership, Your Majesty, we have successfully evacuated all people and animals within a radius of hundreds of miles."

"The Tang invaders could only sacrifice living people to become clay figurines. They were helpless against the stone war puppets."

"After finding no more people to slaughter, they fled in panic."

"Everything is just as Your Majesty expected!"

"..." Zamplin nodded imperceptibly.

Sure enough, clearing the countryside was the right choice.

"Since that's the case, from now on, no more war slaves will be created in the Holy City. All will be war puppets!"

Originally, Zamplin wanted to promote the war puppet, but he never had the opportunity before. Now he has finally seized the right opportunity.

"Huh?" All the court officials were stunned.

Some people even couldn't help but come out and give some advice.

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Hmm?" Zamplin snorted coldly, and the rest of the people fell silent.

"How is the envoy sent to the Anxi Protectorate?" asked Zanpulin.

Although the two sides are now at war, it does not mean that they have to cut off all contact.

After all, there are many examples of fighting while talking.

Zamplin really wanted to know how deep Shu Yichao's obsession with the "dead man" was.

Did it affect his logical thinking?

If we can negotiate...

"As soon as they approached the clay figurines, they were chopped to pieces." The messenger said embarrassedly.

"And then all the gifts were taken away too."

"The Tang invaders are barbaric and rude, like jackals, only knowing how to kill. They won't talk to our people at all."

"It is true." Zanpulin nodded slightly.

Cut the grass and uproot it, leaving nothing behind, making communication impossible——

It is indeed the behavior of a vengeful spirit.