My military branches can Evolve Infinitely

Lu Liu, Hong Yi, Rakshasa and other generals all reaped rewards in the fierce battle, either breaking through their artistic conceptions or taking their skills up a notch.

However, General Dead Bone was different.

It was not that General Dead Bone could not have an epiphany in battle, but depending on a breakthrough in the midst of battle to overcome a powerful enemy was too risky, and could not be condoned.

To avoid this situation, General Dead Bone often pondered, constantly improved its skills, and gained insights from its intermittent contemplation.

It had previously reached the Great Perfection level of artistic conception and gradually perfected it until General Dead Bone was satisfied and naturally advanced to the Full Perfection level, and even the Half-Step Image Level.

It subtly influenced its surroundings, subtly giving birth to ‘celestial phenomena’ that were more clear than the towering Devil Flames and Devil Giant Shadow manifested by Demonic Flame Wang Qi previously.

The Stygian River meandered along, absorbing the aura of death from all directions, gradually transforming into a surging grey river.

The mournful sighs from Dead Bone swept over like a bone-chilling wind from the underworld.

Under the scouring of the Stygian River and the River of Death, the Red Hat Goblins attacking the Frost Giant Dragon, along with the surrounding small monsters, withered away instantaneously.

The River of Death, stirring up immense waves, swept forward, swallowing the few small BOSSes that had just reached the Third-order. They were Rare Three-star Thundering Wingman, but the moment they plunged into the River of Death, their thunder lights rapidly dimmed.

In a blink of an eye, these small BOSSes were drowned and perished in the surge of the grey-black celestial river.

The rolling grey celestial river continued to advance, silently dissipating only after swallowing countless monsters.

Such an attack from the Stygian River no longer requires the power of the Wraith Sacred Mountain, General Dead Bone could do it effortlessly. The real energy consumption wasn’t high. That’s because, the initial Stygian River it manifested was only a small stream, which grew by absorbing the aura of death emanating from the withering monsters around it.

Not only was it effortless, it also barely left any traces on the ground.

There were no hundreds of meters long trenches, no deafening roars, only the mysteriously silent withering of the monsters.

Even this withering didn’t attract attention.

It seemed as if the withering of these monsters was as natural as the wind blowing in the world, nothing to fuss about.

The City Lord next door rubbed his eyes.

Just now, he seemed to have seen a vast grey-black celestial river, with a blurred figure in a hunting cloak at the source of the river. The figure stood on the ground, casting an incredibly towering silhouette, like a god controlling death, overlooking the world indifferently.

But in a blink of an eye, it all seemed to be an illusion.

“Was it really just an illusion?”

He murmured, although the towering silhouette was clearly imprinted in his mind, he couldn’t recall it clearly no matter how he tried.

The City Lord next door shook his head and drew his sword to continue the charge.

‘Tip: You have earned 200 combat points.¹

‘Tip: You have earned 300 combat points.¹

‘Tip: You have earned 5 combat points.’

‘Tip:…’

Prompt sounds kept ringing in the lords’ ears.

However, some lords’ notification information was displayed at a rapid pace like screen-brushing, while for others, there was a good interval between each pleasant notification sound. But even the latter were still fighting vigorously.

They found that in this stage, they didn’t have to break through the Monster Tribe, or kill specific BOSSes to earn combat points.

Killing a certain number of Monster Tides could also earn a small amount of combat points.

Although the combat points were few, accumulating small amounts could still amount to a lot.

In this region where red mist was drifting, there were constant roars, fires were exploding all over the place, columns of thunder were soaring into the sky, and the shock waves spreading out were churning the entire world into a mess.

Here, ordinary soldiers were like small monsters, often not killed directly, but dying under stray arrows, flowing flames, or energy tides.

Life and death were completely beyond their control.

Even the powerful had to be constantly on guard, a moment’s carelessness could lead to injury or even death.

The heroes were no different.

However, the Army Soul Corps that had molded their army spirits, were free and easy on such a battlefield.

Hundreds of elite soldiers were completely integrated, like a whole entity.

If one had a pair of eyes that could see energy reactions, they would find that within a common army, light balls are arranged with a distance between each other. There was no such thing in Army Soul Corps, there was only an incredibly huge sphere, as if it were a blazing sun.

The majestic and vast energy directly smashed the incoming arrows and fireballs.

The Army Soul Corps had a high tolerance, with the powerful men stationed in it, they did not have to be constantly on guard, they could explode power without any worries.

One by one, the Army Soul Corps was currently the brightest light on the battlefield.

The Frost Giant Dragon, strategic skills, paramount warriors? None of them held a candle to even one tenth of the Army Soul Corps.

In the east, a white army corps was sweeping through, this was the Boot Cat Corps.

It was like a giant Cat Meeh, which could easily wield a blade hundreds of meters long and leave a large, deep paw print on the ground with a casual pat.

In the west, a cavalry corps wearing silver-white armor and holding knight spears was charging.

Their speed was extremely fast, like a hundred-meter-long silver-white giant spear, turning into electricity, into light, and powerfully charging from the front of a monster tribe, bursting out from the back.

In just a few seconds, this powerful monster tribe was bombarded and crushed, a path filled with only pieces of flesh and corpses was left in the monster tide.

This was the corps of the Lord of Kong Ming City.

“Apart from me, there are eight lords on the field who have the Army Soul Corps, among which Ba Long’s corps is relatively weak, with only over a hundred people, and it seems to lack any special corps battle tactics.”

“The most eye-catching one may still be the Boot Cat Corps of Lord Shen Mao, but… ”

The Lord of Kong Ming City had two Army Soul Corps.

One was the Silver Knights Corps.

The other was the Griffin Corps.

His corps had a solid basis, and both corps had more than four hundred people, but they seemed to lack a strong leader, so they didn’t seem dazzling.

But they were just not dazzling enough.

His battlefield scene was not astonishing, yet he fought steadily. In the blink of an eye, the Lord of Kong Ming City had led his army deep into the Red Fog Area, not far from the monster city on the hill.

He pointed with his long spear.

At this moment, he was the lord surging forward the quickest.

But the next second, a dazzling sword light came from the west. Where the sword light passed, the red fog was dispelled, and the wave of energy retreated.

At the tip of the sword’s light, the figure of a swordsman in white appeared, and an Army Soul Corps followed closely behind, stepping over the dazzling sword light.

“It’s Lord Wuji!”

“His artistic conception has reached great perfection, how marvelous!”

“No wonder Lord Wuji is known as the most talented combatant of our generation!”

In the North,

Lord of Youshan pressed his palms together, “I beg you, only by going all out can the world understand what a true epic is.”

“Very well.”

Lord of Roushan slightly nodded.

Indeed, he could not tolerate mount epics like the Frost Giant Dragon, that tarnished the name of epics.

If so,

“This king will take action.”

Not an arbitrary strike as before, he would enlighten the world, and that foolish Frost Giant Dragon, on what a true epic is.

Hum

The towering Flesh Mountain emerged behind him.

With a wave from Lord of Roushan, figures like Count Vampire and Leader of Tauren entered the Flesh Mountain, taking their places at various nodes.

Lord of Roushan extended his hand again, laying it on the core corps of Lord of Youshan, continuously drawing energy from it.

The energy is not quite the same, Lord of Roushan is not a member of the Army Soul Corps, but…

That did not prevent him from forcefully extracting it.

With the endless energy influx, the entire Flesh Mountain quickly inflated, growing hands and feet, stepping out of the ground of flesh.

Lord of Roushan himself, stepping up the flesh stairs, climbed to the top of the Flesh Mountain, forming the final head.

A terrifying war weapon is thus formed!

It began to rush, and along the way devoured the blood and flesh of monsters, swelling up like a rolling snowball.

In the blink of an eye, with the charge of the Flesh Mountain Behemoth, Lord of Youshan also arrived in front of the Monster City.

Kong Ming! Wuji! Youshan!

These three forces are currently the most likely to breach the Monster City.

“Sure enough, these older generation lords are too strong, their foundations too profound. They are all monsters.”

Mu Yuan was astonished.

At this moment, his Tianyuan Corps was still about half the distance away from the Monster City.

He can’t blame the Frost Giant Dragon for charging too slowly, the problem lies with the fact that, apart from the high-level warriors, the rest of his warriors are lagging behind. The Army Soul Corps is not only low in level, but also far fewer in number than the Boot Cat Corps and Griffin Corps.

Mu Yuan gazed at the city emerging in the red fog affar.

Compete or not?

Compete!

He was unsure whether the combat points he had earned could securely place him among the top six. Moreover, in the world of the lords, one must forge ahead relentlessly.

“Lu Liu, you stay here with the remaining soldiers.”

Next, Isloa fully used the advanced skill ‘Star Road’s Gate¹, a transportation­type skill. Despite its drawbacks such as its inability to teleport over long distances, having a lengthy chant prelude, etc., this skill can be used on a group.

Soon, a huge Star-bluish light gate opened up in space.

General Dead Bone crossed the Star Road’s gate in a flash, arriving at the opposite position, the invisible River of Death swirled open, medicating all the monsters around that could possibly destroy this portal.

Upon passing through the light gate, the Undead Legion stepped on the clouds formed from the black mist, held up by the Frost Giant Dragon Sario with all his might, they traversed the remaining distance at the fastest speed.

“It’s Tianyuan?”

“Does Tianyuan also want to compete?”

The Lords glanced and then paid no further attention.

Everyone wanted to compete.

Shen Mao, Ba Long, and several other lords who still had strength were charging.

The formidable Monster City, under the power of each lord laying out their trump cards, had now become fish on a chopping block. The only difference was, which knife would be the first to chop down.

Lord Wuji used the power of his corps to unleash an ultimate peak sword strike.

Lord of Kong Ming led two Corps, and breached the walls of Monster City.

Lord of Youshan stood on the shoulder of the Flesh Mountain Behemoth, basking in the gazes of other new stars, feeling triumphant.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Despite the dazzling light of Wuji’s sword and the silver radiance of the Kong Ming’s Silver Knights Corps, the world suddenly plunged into darkness, as if falling from color into black and white.

At the origin of the black and white gradient, there was the Undead Corps stepping on dark clouds.

Above the dark clouds stood a towering Holy Mountain.

At the top of the Holy Mountain, the blue-eyed, black-scaled Frost Giant Dragon rested on the ground. Amid the bone-chilling cold, a blue-haired girl with floating hair and a man in black with a billowing cape stood on either side.

They were guarding the silhouette in the center.

Lord Tianyuan stood with his hands behind his back, indifferent like a hermit detached from the world.

Mu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, energy gushed out like a floodgate had been opened. His trembling hands were slightly hidden behind him, and his somewhat pale face, under the contrast of the lingering black mist, was aptly indifferent, like a hermit.