Chapter 9 A Corpse Soldier

  Guo Fei compared the sword shadow's heat flow and the external Qi flow, both of which were originally from the same source. However, the heat flow transformed by the sword shadow within his body was more refined in energy, greatly increasing Guo Fei's confidence in the military symbol.

  "Could this be what they mean by the true energy of the Five Elements?" Guo Fei guessed.

  "Boom!" Just as Guo Fei felt that he was already exhausted and prepared to slow down his attack, a sudden surge of energy burst into his body, seemingly reversing the rules and forcibly injecting itself into him. The true qi in his sword shadow instantly replenished, seeming even thicker and more refined than before.

  "Jianbing second level, attack power increased a bit, upgraded." Guo Fei's divine consciousness probed into the soldier symbol space and instantly obtained the information. This made Guo Fei extremely delighted, it turned out that he could upgrade, and upgrading could actually refill his energy.

  The ghost tribe's skull soldiers retreated in defeat during the battle with the human infantry. Compared to the humans, the ghost tribe's weapons were outdated and their military strength was weaker than that of the humans. After three hours of fighting, the human infantry drove the ghost tribe to the edge of the Falling Sun Desert, where the ghost tribe released a sea of fog.

  "Ahhh!" A shrill and eerie cry, the skeleton soldiers retreated into the fog like a tide.

  "Not good! Brothers, fall back." Amidst the cheers and pursuit of the remaining soldiers, Jin Datong furrowed his brow and hastily reminded them.

  The formation immediately turned into a "cone shape", Guo Fei changed from the leader to the end, and the ten people hastily retreated.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!" A deafening sound shook the sky as groups of skeletal horsemen burst out of the fog and charged towards the human infantry.

  These ghostly riders were clad in black, gleaming armor, their faces shrouded in mist, wielding a snowy-white bone spear, charging in waves, and with one round of combat, they slaughtered a swath of the human tribe's soldiers.

  Kuo Fei and his team were on the outermost periphery of the battlefield, retreating at a not slow pace, but the ghost riders behind them came even faster.

  "So many skull riders!" Jin Datong shouted in terror, leading the nine people to hide behind a large stone at the edge of the battlefield.

  Cavalry clearly restrained infantry, the spear of a knight over one zhang long instantly picked up one by one infantrymen and smashed them on the bodies of the infantrymen behind, stirring up a bloody rain. Even if they were injured but not dead, they were trampled into mud by the thick hooves of the galloping horses.

  "Dong! Dong! Dong!" At this moment, the human clan's gathering drum finally sounded.

  "Grandma's bear, who is in command, isn't it to send brothers to their deaths?!" Jin Datong led ten people into a gap behind a cluster of rocks on the edge of the battlefield, avoiding the Skull Knights' attack.

  Ten people lay in the snow pile, covering themselves with snow from the stone crevices to conceal themselves. Guo Fei lay on the outside, observing the entire battlefield through the gap.

  Fortunately, they found this hidden place, and the retreating infantry couldn't outrun the skeleton cavalry at all. Row after row fell down, and the human cavalry rushed out of the Black Wall's cavalry passage in a swarm.

  "Boss, you think our clan will lose?" Lao Ba asked with some concern, it being his first time participating in such a large-scale war.

  "I don't know, let's just wait and see. We're all just cannon fodder, the ones who will really decide the outcome aren't us. Those masters are all building up their strength, preparing for the final battle, they're the ones who will decide the final victory or defeat. We're just here to exhaust our energy." Jin Datong said calmly with his eyes closed, recovering his strength.

  "Cannon fodder!" Old Nine was taken aback, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

  "Brother, even if ants are numerous, they can still bite an elephant to death. In such a battle, the masters can only appear last, and if they also participate in the melee, who knows, they might be surrounded and killed. Each master is a treasure of the kingdom and will not die here in vain. Most of those participating in this melee are low-level warriors like us. Only a few camp leaders are Qi cultivators." The second elder explained with a faint smile.

  "Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Just as Lao Er finished speaking, a figure rushed towards the big stone from the center of the battlefield. Guo Fei took one look and was momentarily stunned. This person was actually a battalion commander. During the Black Wall Array formation, his battalion was on the right side of Guo Fei's group. Guo Fei had seen this person before, and he seemed to be surnamed Yang.

  Yang Yinglong was clearly injured, his arm and thigh had been shot through, and more than a dozen knights were chasing him closely. One of the knights held a black long spear in his hand, and the horse he rode was not a bone horse, but a real horse, although it was a dead horse. Its skin was tightly attached to its skeleton like shrinkage, with dark red light flashing in its eyes, galloping rapidly in the deep snow that reached its knees.

  "Not good, the Black Cavalry of Gui Ma is here! This is a mid-level Ghost Guard, even more powerful than the one that ambushed our camp last time!" Er Gou whispered tensely, and even Jin Da Tong, who was resting with his eyes closed, was startled and quickly opened his eyes to take a peek.

  "Grandma's bear, this is probably a small leader of the Ghost Tribe Cavalry. This time the Ghost Tribe is going to play big, I've been here for two years and have never heard or seen such high-level ghost soldiers before. Brothers, get ready to escape!" Jin Datong waved his hand, signaling everyone to quickly hide behind the large stone and prepare to escape from the side under the cover of the stone.

  "Hiss!" The black cavalryman's long spear shot out a gray vortex, which directly crashed into the back of Yang Yinglong, sending him flying out. His armor shattered, revealing a huge wound, and he plunged headfirst into a snow pit, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. The black cavalryman swooped in, stabbed another spear into his back, turned around and left.

  "It's hopeless. The vital energy has entered the body, and there is no way to revive him." Jin Datong sighed, revealing a hint of helplessness. But as if he had seen such things many times before, it was just a calm sigh.

  Yang Ying's head lifted with difficulty, his eyes gradually losing their luster, a mass of grey gas spreading throughout his body.

  "Even a strong man like him can die in such a battlefield without any glory. Just like an ant's life, I wonder if I will end up the same!" Yang Camp had once been a majestic and powerful figure in his mind, but now Guo Fei's eyes revealed a hint of regret, and he let out a silent sigh in his heart.

  However, in the blink of an eye, Guo Fei's unyielding conviction was born. Even if he were an ant, he would still hold onto the hope of transforming into a butterfly and soaring high, marching forward with a loud song, and not losing faith.

  At this time, Guo Fei was only a dozen meters away from Yang Yinglong, observing through the gap in the big stone. In the instant when his eyes were about to close, Guo Fei found that the token of his army had a flash of light in the Corpse Soldier Hall, as if it had reacted.

  Corpse Soldier Hall, Guo Fei's spiritual sense also entered to take a look. In the space of Corpse Soldier Hall, two hundred huge coffins were arranged in an array, each coffin was solid and made of unknown materials. Inside the coffins, there was a pale white rectangular light shadow, like a ghost.

  At this time, in a coffin in the Corpse Soldier Hall, the pale white light and shadow had a hint of gray gas, as if it was about to fly out.

  "Can't you turn into a zombie soldier, try it!" Guo Fei's mind moved, and the military symbol actually appeared in his palm. A faint white glow flashed out from the military symbol, covering Yang Yinglong's body, which was about to close its eyes. Yang Yinglong suddenly disappeared.

  "Huh? It's gone." The second elder who was observing from the side exclaimed in surprise.

  Guo Fei was slightly stunned to discover that Yang Yinglong had actually entered his own military symbol space, lying in the coffin from earlier. At this time, a mass of gray gas was overflowing from his body, wrapping his corpse up like a cocoon. The wounds on his body began to slowly heal, and his elastic skin shrunk back tightly onto his skeleton.

  Guo Fei's palm closed, and the military token transformed into a seal, sinking into his palm. At the same time, he was overjoyed to discover that when the token appeared, it could even store dead bodies, including the long sword tightly grasped in his hand, as if it had storage capabilities. The only question was whether it could store living things.

  Moreover, Guo Fei had already understood that the corpse soldiers were obtained in this way. The space of the military symbol chose the corpse soldiers, which must be when they were about to die but not yet dead, and their souls had not dispersed, and there may also be requirements for the body. In the chaotic battlefield, near Guo Fei, there were many corpses that were about to die but not yet dead, but the military symbol did not react, indicating that these people did not meet the requirements.

  However, Guo Fei did not know how long it would take for him to evolve from a frequent death state to an undead soldier, or what his abilities would be like. In the game, the undead soldiers were not a powerful breed, although their attack and defense capabilities were higher than those of the swordsmen, they were slow in action and speed, and he did not know how they would fare in the real world.

  It's just that this corpse soldier should not be used unless absolutely necessary, turning people into corpse soldiers is such a sinister thing, it will definitely be despised by the human race, and may even become the target of public criticism.

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