Great Demon Leader: Start By Refining Flying Zombies

Chapter 40: The Great Battle in the Capital

"What? The thieves actually relied on a mechanical puppet and came straight to the main gate of my general's mansion, reducing all obstacles to dust?"

The middle-aged scholar in the courtyard slammed his palm on the stone table, causing the thick and sturdy surface to instantly crack in half.

"Where is Captain Zhao? Why hasn't he come to see me?"

"In response to your question, Captain Zhao... led the troops and was killed by the thieves on the battlefield!"

The one reporting the situation was Captain Zhao's deputy, who was now standing in the courtyard trembling, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"So you're saying that you haven't even seen the face of the thieves, yet you were beaten without any ability to fight back, and could only come back like a defeated dog to deliver the message?"

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were like venomous snakes, causing the person reporting to feel his scalp go numb, unable to beg for mercy in time.

A sinister ghost hand emerged from the wide sleeve of the scholar and flew out, grabbing the deputy's face.

Accompanied by a greedy sucking sound, the deputy's strong body turned into a withered corpse, with a crisp sound as it fell to the ground.

The ghost hand, like a venomous snake, crawled down from the corpse and quickly retreated back into the wide sleeve of the middle-aged scholar.

This caused a strange reddish color to appear on his face, as if he had consumed a powerful tonic.

"Although the Iron Armor Guards are useless, it also proves that those three suspected cultivators are not good characters. I really don't know where they came from. My general's mansion only deals with the martial world and court, and has never been enemies with cultivators."

"Just to be safe, we should consult the prince this time."

"That Spirit Weapon, the prince has been consecrating it for months and can't be interrupted. Otherwise, rumors of the prince being afraid of the thieves would spread, and it would be impossible for the thieves to come knocking on our door."

"We mustn't miss this opportunity!"

"Hmm, on the other hand, it might be an opportunity for me personally. Perhaps I can gain some benefits..."

While the middle-aged scholar was lost in thought, he stood up and walked out of the courtyard, crossing the complex corridors of the mansion.

The rules within the mansion were particularly strict, and the maids and servants he encountered along the way all knelt down and kowtowed, but the middle-aged scholar didn't give them any response.

He walked on his own towards the deepest part of the general's mansion. Only after he had walked far away did those kneeling people dare to cautiously get up.

In the deepest part of the general's mansion, there wasn't even a caretaker.

The emerald bamboo planted outside the shadow wall showed traces of recently being transplanted, but it had already withered and turned yellow for more than half.

Bone-chilling yin winds surged out from the courtyard, accompanied by eerie and sharp howls, making people shudder.

The middle-aged scholar stood outside the courtyard, his lips moving slightly as he explained the situation inside.

After a moment, a tall man in luxurious clothing emerged from the darkness. The wide eaves cast a large shadow, covering his upper body, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"That treasure can be refined by me today. These insignificant clowns came at just the right time. Unfortunately, they will soon become the first batch of souls sacrificed to the Spirit Weapon!"

"In that case, I can rest assured."

"In recent years, because of my cultivation, I have caused dissatisfaction from my imperial brother. So this time, Yan Kingdom won't intervene..."

"Go, delay them. I will remember the benefits I promised you..."

"Big brother, if it weren't for you discovering my spiritual roots, granting me the opportunity to cultivate, and even condescendingly becoming sworn brothers with me, I'm afraid I would still be wandering in the martial world!"

"Furthermore, if I break through to the Qi Refining Late Stage, our general's mansion will become even more powerful."

"Since Yan Wang has disregarded brotherly affection this time, I believe big brother has made up his mind. That position of Yan Wang... hehehe, it will eventually be yours."

While the middle-aged scholar humbly flattered, his eyes flashed with a strange light, thinking about that set of secret cultivation techniques that he had been coveting for a long time.

With it, the Qi Refining Late Stage would no longer be a bottleneck, and he would obtain a more terrifying and powerful strength.

Compared to those insignificant mortals as small as dust, he has taken another step forward.

And Yan Wuxie had no response to the tempting proposal of the middle-aged scholar, but he did not condemn him for his audacity. Instead, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he silently retreated into the darkness.

...

Outside the mansion, the unstoppable Transcendent Level tank carried Liang Xiao and the other two, encountering weaker and weaker resistance along the way.

Soon, the tank turned a corner and arrived at an unusually wide street, at the end of which stood the majestic and grand General's Mansion.

"There, that must be the residence of that scoundrel Yan Wuxie. Indeed, it is extremely luxurious. But today, his good days are over."

Qin Long stepped out of the tank, stood on the turret with his sword in hand, and looked into the distance.

The main cannon of the tank adjusted its angle slightly, the loader finished loading the ammunition, and Pandora pressed the ignition button. A cannonball, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, landed at the gate of the mansion.

Without any surprises, the area instantly turned into ruins, just like the path they had traveled.

The tank came to a stop in front of the General's Mansion.

Liang Xiao and Pandora also stepped out of the tank and stood side by side with Qin Long.

In the mortal kingdom with an immortal cultivation background, the special experience of indiscriminate killing with a modern tank is not something that everyone can feel.

However, the upcoming battle probably won't be as suitable for this heavy tank.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Sure enough, amidst the smoke and dust of the ruined mansion, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, with an ambiguous smile on his face, clapped his hands and slowly approached.

Immediately, Pandora's eyes flashed with a hint of red, and her wings spread out as if she was about to charge forward, but she was stopped by Liang Xiao.

"It seems that in addition to Yan Wuxie, there is another cultivator in this General's Mansion. Before we kill the main target, they have thoughtfully prepared us an appetizer. It makes me a little itchy."

Liang Xiao raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at Qin Long. Thinking of the Law Weapon he had recently refined, he felt a trace of fighting spirit.

After all, he didn't want to become a summoner whose combat skills were deteriorating. That would be very dangerous.

From time to time, honing his own combat skills can help him go further on the path of cultivation.

"Fellow Daoists, your methods are extraordinary, but I wonder why you have come to attack my General's Mansion in such a grand manner?"

The middle-aged scholar did not rush to attack, but instead engaged in conversation.

He focused on the large tank and couldn't help but show a hint of confusion in his eyes. Did this thing really repel the Iron Armor Guards?

But he couldn't sense any trace of spiritual energy fluctuation from above. It was completely mundane.

It's really strange!

"Hehehe, do I need to give you a reason to kill Yan Wuxie?"

"If I have to say, it's because he deserves to die!"

After Liang Xiao finished laughing, he felt a bit strange himself.

Especially under Qin Long's gaze, he felt even more embarrassed.

He thought that ever since he took in the old ghost Baijie Daoist, he had developed some bad habits, such as the laughter and way of speaking inherited from the villainous characters.

It's a good thing that the old ghost argued that all the experts from Myriad Demons Cave were like this.

But the middle-aged scholar, upon hearing Liang Xiao's eerie and murderous tone, became even more serious and dared not underestimate him.

Since the defeat of Heavenly Sun Mountain four hundred years ago, Demon Dao had flourished in the territory of Yan Kingdom.

Anyone who dared to speak like this was probably not a good person.

(End of this chapter)