Death, betrayal, cowardice, and all kinds of dark emotions hidden in the human heart.
It is still early in the war, and the social order in Middle-earth has not yet collapsed.
When the old gods open up the curse-free passage and begin to sweep across the entire continent, it will be the most difficult time for Middle-earth.
At that time, there were countless betrayers like the Liaodong Qi family, and countless exorcists whose souls were contaminated.
I closed my eyes and couldn't imagine what Middle-earth would be like in the future.
But I heard Zhang Sanfen say: "Don't think too much."
"Although China-Earth was only established more than seventy years ago, it is the most glorious and powerful era in thousands of years."
"Although war is ugly, it is also a touchstone. Only those who can withstand the test of this war are qualified to enjoy the dividends of the times brought by the war."
Suddenly I heard an exclamation coming from all around, and I opened my eyes suddenly, only to find that the black soul flag representing the Iceberg Prison Lord had quietly dissipated.
Only flag leader Qin Yaming was left standing on the battlefield holding a rune sword like an angry-eyed King Kong.
Suddenly, a dark wind blew by, and Qin Yaming's body suddenly made a crisp sound, and then, a fine crack appeared between his eyebrows.
The sound of clicking was heard endlessly, and soon, dense cracks appeared crisscrossing Qin Yaming's body.
The number of cracks continues to increase, just like a piece of glass human sculpture that was accidentally dropped by someone, forming numerous cracks.
My heart skipped a beat, Qin Yaming's body could not be saved!
As soon as this idea came up, Qin Yaming's body shattered like a broken glass sculpture.
This is caused by the freezing of water inside the body at extremely low temperatures and the influence of external forces.
The body was so broken that not even Daluo Jinxian could restore it.
Qin Yaming's three souls and seven souls appeared quietly. He looked blankly at his broken body, then at his translucent soul body, and then gave a bitter smile.
He killed the Iceberg Prisoner and his soul was scattered, not even a trace of his soul was left behind.
But his body was completely destroyed due to the damage caused by the extremely low temperature.
Wei Wuguo shouted loudly: "Welcome the heroic soul Qin Yaming to return as banner commander!"
The demon-suppressing soldiers around them woke up one after another and shouted loudly: "Welcome the heroic soul to return!"
When he went out, he was still a demon-suppressing soldier in Middle-earth, but when he returned, he was a heroic soul without a body.
But so what?
China will not treat Qin Yaming as a dead soul just because he is in a soul state.
They are not ownerless souls, they are heroic spirits who died fighting for Middle-earth.
No, if the heroic spirit is still alive, it doesn’t count as death!
Qin Yaming's mood fluctuated slightly, and he exuded his own soul fluctuation: "Qin Yaming, the heroic spirit! Kill the Iceberg Hell Prisoner! Apply to join the team!"
Within the light and shadow runes, demon-suppressing soldiers ran over quickly. They were collecting Qin Yaming's soul fluctuations and then recording them into the light and shadow runes defense system.
In this way, even as a soul, Qin Yaming can freely enter and exit the light and shadow rune defense system.
In the first battle, China won.
Although Qin Yaming lost his body, his three souls and seven souls are still there.
On the contrary, the Iceberg Prisoner's soul was scattered and he completely disappeared from this world.
The Snake Goddess's soul wave suddenly came: "Choose a new Iceberg Prisoner."
"Oil Pot Prisoner, come on!"
Another black soul flag floated over.
I squinted my eyes and looked carefully, and I saw that the prisoner of the oil pot was actually a zombie.
This is very strange. The Oil Pot Hell ranks ninth among the eighteen levels of hell, and its location is relatively remote.
Except for soul bodies, living people, zombies, and spirits rarely reach the Oil Pot Hell through the rugged underground cracks.
Not to mention, zombies are easily parasitized by the dead souls and become ghouls when they encounter them.
But it is really strange that this guy can become the prison master of the Oil Pot Hell.
I hesitated for a moment and asked: "Boss, is this a ghoul or a zombie?"
Zhang Sanfen replied: "It's not a corpse ghost. His body seems to be a corpse that will not sink in the underworld. It's strange, but it also has some characteristics of a water ghost. Look at the water flowing on his body, it's not oil."
This guy was slimy, but even if the boss didn't tell me, I had preconceived the idea that the prison lord of the oil pan hell must have some oil on his body.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfen actually said it was water.
The boss's vision is certainly good, but how could a person from the Styx become the prison master of the Hell of Oil?
While I was thinking about that, someone suddenly said loudly: "Deputy Envoy of Qinghai Demon Suppression! Fang Zheng, apply to fight!"
My face suddenly changed and I said, "No! He is no match! He will die!"
The demon-suppressing envoy of Qinghai has died deep in the Uncursed Road. It is said that his soul was swallowed by the snake goddess.
But I know that this deputy envoy is the nephew of the Qinghai Demon Suppressor, and his strength is only B level.
In this kind of life-and-death battle between generals, what would a B-level person do to get involved!
Wei Wuguo was also hesitant.
If he agrees, Fang Zheng is not strong enough and may die in this battle.
If you refuse...
Just kidding, in front of the entire army of more than 20,000 demon-suppressing soldiers, Fang Zheng doesn’t want to lose face?
This young man in his twenties stood on the top of the city and said seriously: "Director Wei! The Age of Dharma End is here, won't our demon-suppressing soldiers make progress?"
He suddenly pulled out the rune sword, and saw the rune light flashing, the stirring soul sweeping around with the rune, and the entire city suddenly glowed with light.
Someone exclaimed: "A-level! A-level!"
In an instant, the whole army was in an uproar.
The current number of A-levels in Middle-earth is not very clear, because there are many masters among the people who are relatively low-key. For example, Shaolin Temple, Maoshan, Longhushan, and other exorcists passed down by families.
But in general, including those who serve the country, there are only more than a hundred A-level people.
And strictly speaking, neither I, nor Zhang Baiqiang, nor Dong Yi are considered A-level.
Although we have A-level soul strength, A-level is a comprehensive assessment.
Soul strength, physical fitness, reaction speed, strength, as well as understanding and accumulated knowledge of runes, etc.
To be honest, a young man in his twenties shows A-level soul strength. No matter what, he can be regarded as a genius in Middle-earth!
Now this genius is going to challenge the Oil Pot Prisoner in a duel.
I immediately said angrily: "What nonsense!"
"With such talent, as long as you accumulate it for a period of time, it is possible to become a genuine A-level, and even embark on the path of asking for truth!"
"What can I do now? It would be too humiliating to die here!"
Zhang Sanfen said quietly: "The edge of a sword is sharpened. If he is afraid of fighting, is timid, or dare not fight, his state of mind will definitely be affected."
"If you want to go further, you can only keep challenging and keep walking on the edge of life and death!"
"Genius? There is no shortage of geniuses in troubled times! A true genius must have no fear in his heart!"