Lord of the night.

Chapter 695: Let's go, follow me and kill people! [Additional chapters 49 50 for the Golden Alliance Leader Wise Haichen]

If all the losses in the entire southeast were finally combined, it would probably be an extremely terrifying number.

Zhao Shanhe sat in the headquarters, woodenly accepting feedback from the major garrison halls, one piece of bad news after another.

There were countless familiar and unfamiliar names reported as having been sacrificed.

Many more have been reported missing.

Everyone knows what it means if the people who went out to search and rescue go missing and cannot be found in this situation.

In the seventeen continents of the southeast, there were also hundreds of small cities guarding the main halls. News continued to arrive, and the number of deaths and missing persons continued to increase.

It's getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Shanhe only felt his heart getting colder and colder.

Every piece of news that came was like a sharp blow to the heart of this chief!

Up to now, the number of people who have survived search and rescue in Southeast China is more than 30 million.

However...the number of defenders lost in the major garrison halls and the Southeast Headquarters has now reached nearly ten thousand!

There are still a large number of people trapped in the snow and wind.

The number of people remaining waiting for rescue is at least tens of millions.

Scattered in the wind and snow across the vast land of the southeast.

At the Southeast Headquarters, all the major leaders gathered in the Hall of Heroes.

Silently looking at the familiar names in the smoke.

Everyone was silent.

This is a question of sacrifice that does not require a choice but must be faced.

How can we not save the people outside?
However, there are also small leaders of the Solemn Orthodoxy outside. They are even more difficult to find and kill in such a snowy wind.

As a martial arts master, saving people in the snow is not easy. It is even more difficult to save ordinary people who have no martial arts ability.

Even after finding the person, the journey back after successful rescue is slow, making it easier for them to be ambushed and unable to escape.

But on the contrary... as martial arts masters, it is very easy for the people of the Weiwei Orthodox Church to kill and cause destruction in the wind and snow!

They suddenly appeared, attacked suddenly, killed with one blow, and fled away in an instant, without any scruples!
Huge advantage versus huge disadvantage!
Ordering a search and rescue operation would be tantamount to putting the lives of our brothers into endless danger.

Once you get out, life and death are no longer up to you.

But if they don't go out... How many days can those ordinary people survive in the snowstorm? Some even go a few hours later and the whole village will be gone!

Don't go out to search and rescue anymore! - No one dared to give this order!

Continue to search and rescue with all your strength! This order... requires so much courage and sacrifice!

How long will this natural disaster last? No one can predict.

But one thing is certain: even if the blizzard stops, the snow that is already on the ground will still cause endless trouble.

And these troubles cannot be eliminated even within a year.

Then came floods, plagues, and poor harvests...

In the Hall of Heroes.

Zhao Shanhe stood with his hands behind his back. Incense and candles continued to burn. In the smoke, the faces of those old brothers seemed to still appear one by one.

Kind, familiar, resolute, fearless, and without regrets!

"save!"

Zhao Shanhe frowned, his heart torn as he said, "Yes, we might die. But so what? Isn't that what we, the defenders, do?"

"If we have to watch a large number of people freeze to death or starve to death, then what is the point of having us defenders?!"

"Without this heavy snow, would we not have fought against the Solemn Orthodoxy? When did the fighting ever stop? When did the sacrifices ever stop!?"

Zhao Shanhe said in a hoarse voice: "If we all die, new forces will naturally come in to fill the gap! However, we have to do something and save the people!"

"But the search and rescue team should try to maintain a unit of more than 100 people and not disperse. If there are less than 100 people, stay where you are and contact and wait."

"Of course there is a danger of being wiped out by the enemy, but there is also a chance to fight and annihilate the enemy!"

All the leaders of the Southeast Headquarters straightened their backs immediately!
"Follow the order!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at the tablet of the heroic spirit and said hoarsely: "Even if I die, I will be reunited with these brothers again! You and I...what do we have to fear?"

"If an official doesn't save the people and only cares about his own life, how can we repay the people for supporting us for thousands of years?!"

"That's what the Chief said!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Suddenly the atmosphere exploded.

The grief gradually subsided, and was replaced by infinite heroic awe!

Thoughts have been unified.

save!
Even if I die, I must save you!

A hammer is fixed.

There was a sudden sound of wind outside, and then there was a crazy explosion, and evil energy like a mountain and a sea fell from the sky.

Everyone turned around suddenly.

"Captain Fang is back!"

Someone is calling.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Che, covered in the cold wind and snow, had already entered the Heroic Spirits Memorial Hall.

Smoke billows.

There are many spirit tablets.

But Fang Che saw Shen Zhixuan's name at first sight.

Just like that skinny old man, still squatting there and grinning at him.

It seems to be saying: Little monkey, you're back.

Fang Che had been holding back his tears all the way, but they finally burst out.

A pair of warm hands held him.

It’s An Ruoxing.

"Fang Che, it's me who has implicated your divine teacher. He did it for me..."

An Ruoxing's voice was choked with sobs.

"I don't blame you."

Fang Che had tears in his eyes, but he was conscious and said softly, "Teacher Shen is right. If it were me, I would do the same!"

"Although we are reluctant to measure life by value, we must follow this rule when it comes to life and death on the battlefield."

"Southeast can lack a highly skilled warrior, but it cannot lack a leader who can coordinate the overall situation. I understand!"

Fang Che said in a low voice: "So, you don't have to blame yourself!"

"Teacher Shen's death will not be in vain. If you do more for the people of Southeast in the future, it will be worth it."

The words are spoken.

But my heart is torn.

Yes, as Fang Che said, he understands. He really understands! And he must understand!
He didn't understand that the one being insulted was not himself, but the divine teacher.

But, after all, the ones lost are their loved ones!

Who understands this kind of pain!
Fang Che walked to the memorial tablet, knelt down slowly, took the three incense sticks, and held them quietly in his hand.

The cigarette burned and blended into the blue smoke in the air.

He prayed devoutly.

like a statue.

As Zhao Shanhe expected, Fang Che's madness did not happen.

In Fang Che's heart, Teacher Shen fought for the people and for the continent all his life, and now, he died to protect his comrades for the greater good.

A worthy death!

You can't go crazy.

That would bring shame to Teacher Shen.

Zhao Shanhe issued an order at the Memorial Hall of Heroes, asking the Southeast Headquarters to resettle the people in the cities of various continents, maintain order in the city, and clear the snow in the city.

On the other hand, continue to dispatch forces to search and rescue in the southeast!

"Fang Che!"

Zhao Shanhe said: "You stay and keep vigil for your divine teacher for one night."

"I'll be leaving in a moment."

Fang Che inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

He stepped back, bowed deeply to the ground, and said solemnly: "Master Shen... now he has time, he can wait. But the cause he devoted his life to, the people he was trying to save until his death, can't wait any longer."

The mist in his eyes continued to rise.

Gritting his teeth, he revealed an extremely cruel and cold smile, and said, "Besides, I'm afraid that Mu Feng from the Fate Cult...he can't wait!"

The grief and anger in Fang Che's heart turned into a roar like the gates of hell opening and thousands of ghosts rushing out.

"I'm afraid he can't wait!!!"

The hatred and resentment that was as deep as the mountains and as vast as the sea revealed in Fang Che's voice made everyone who heard it, even those in the same camp, shudder.

"Deputy Chief An."

Fang Che stared at the spirit tablet of old man Shen with his eyes fixed on him, and stretched out his hand to the side: "Give me Teacher Shen's sword."

He took the sword and put it into the space ring with his backhand.

Then he burned incense, made offerings, sat at the entrance of the Heroes' Memorial Hall, closed his eyes, and stood still and quiet.

Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren came in to burn incense for the heroic spirit.

Then he sat next to Fang Che and wanted to talk to him.

But it feels like Fang Che now is like a piece of ice that refuses to melt.

He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and ignored everyone.

I couldn't even feel his body temperature or his breathing.

The Heroic Spirit Memorial Hall was bustling with people, with defenders constantly coming to pay their respects, then turning around and walking out, heading back to the vast snowfield, the vast battlefield...

Feng Xiangdong sat with Xue Wanren for a while, and suddenly felt empty around him.

I quickly turned around and looked.

However, Fang Che, who was originally beside him, had disappeared at some point.

……

"Tell Fang Che to avenge me!"

These are what Shen Zhixuan said to An Ruoxing, and what he left for himself.

Fang Che only felt that his heart was on fire, and his soul and consciousness were burning and exploding violently.

He galloped all the way in the snow and wind.

The cold wind, the extreme coldness between heaven and earth, and the endless snow could not extinguish the fire in his heart at all.

It can't even weaken a little bit.

Instead, it's like pouring ladles of oil onto a fire!
Hai Wuliang! Mu Feng! Tianming Sect!

He did not even go back to Prince Fang's Mansion or the Inspection Office. He just came to the forest among the mountains and valleys with murderous aura as if he wanted to kill a hole in the sky.

He himself did not realize that in the midst of boundless hatred and murderous aura, a bottleneck of the Hate Heaven Sword was quietly breaking through and quietly advancing! The Blood Smoke Hand also seemed to have gained new nutrients and quietly grew stronger.

The martial arts of the Weiwo Zhengjiao, when nourished by hatred and murderous aura that he could not control, indeed had the effect of conquering the heavens.

After Fang Che felt the strange spiritual energy in his body, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Then he discovered that the Five Spirit Gu in his body was actually growing slightly stronger.

Send out excitement tremors.

However, he was severely suppressed by the Infinite Sutra, and continued to live and die happily...

He changed his appearance directly in the snow and wind, transforming into a night demon.

Fang Che's whole body trembled, and the Blood Smoke Hand was activated.

A blood-red mist suddenly rose around his body.

The face is no longer visible.

Fang Che is in the air now. If someone encounters him, I am afraid no one will think that he is a guardian!
The evil spirit is everywhere.

The murderous aura was roaring.

Blood smoke rose.

Full of weirdness and cruelty.

"Blood Smoke Hand, we have to think of a way to move forward."

After putting away the Blood Smoke Hand, Fang Che restrained his murderous and evil spirit, and traveled thousands of miles straight to the former site of the Night Demon Cult's headquarters.

It took Fang Che three full days from leaving to returning.

During these three days, the dragon, phoenix, horse, cattle, sheep and Mo Wang were all busy.

Venues are constantly being opened up.

The caves were dug one by one.

According to Mo Wang, "This entire mountain is the headquarters! As long as it is properly arranged and the spiritual power is continuously solidified, it will be indestructible."

“Any venue can be opened up in the belly of the mountain.”

"And we can reserve an escape tunnel that only our people know about."

"There aren't that many people. The leader obviously doesn't want to build a palace."

"Besides, whether we transfer people from the Solitary Orthodox Church or recruit local civilians, it is too far away, too inefficient, and there is a possibility of leaks."

"It's better to do it all by yourself. It's just a little more tiring."

“Once it’s formed, the leader will directly cover it with a protective formation, and then the power of the Sky Centipede God will naturally solidify, making it as solid as a rock. This will be much safer than building any palace!”

"Besides, it's a big mountain, so it won't attract attention. The entrances and exits for daily use can be set up in hidden places such as cliffs..."

Long Yikong suggested, "What if we have a family moving in in the future? How will we live here when there are cliffs all around?"

"Why do the family members care so much?"

Mo Wang rolled his eyes and said, "If you fall to death, then so be it. People without cultivation are not qualified to live here! Don't you understand what the leader means?"

Everyone nodded silently.

"That's true. The leader is indeed a man who can do anything cruel."

"The key point now is...what should we do with our religious foundation? The leader does not allow the massacre of civilians, so do we have to attack the garrison hall to replenish the blood?"

Ma Qianli raised this imminent issue.

“This is something the leader should consider.”

Mo Wang, who was pounding large pieces of rock into powder, stopped and looked at everyone with his grey eyes. He said softly, "Perhaps you have only worked in the sect before and have never experienced the time when you were under one person in a subordinate sect. However, I am a few years older than you and the sect is in its infancy and needs manpower, so I will be merciful and give you some advice."

Mo Wang's cold eyes flashed with cruelty: "But in the future, I may not say it."

"As a subordinate sect, since you have chosen to follow Lord Night Demon, then... ask fewer questions and make fewer suggestions. In everything, act according to the Lord's wishes. Even if you don't understand or know what to do, you still have to do it."

"As for why... why are there so many whys?"

Mo Wang looked at the five people and said calmly, "You are asking so many whys and so many hows because you have not been beaten enough!"

"Idiots! All five of you!"

Mo Wang scolded him without any hesitation.

Just as Mo Wang said, he himself was not so kind, but the sect was just starting out and needed manpower, and Mo Wang himself was the oldest and had the highest level of cultivation, so he also needed to establish his own status, so he made this suggestion today.

"That's because there are only a few of us down there. You've been in the underworld for so long, working with others for so many years, but who has ever given you guidance? Don't you figure it out on your own? Expecting others to teach you the truth... So naive. What kind of environment are we in? None of you have any brains!"

"When the leader needs us to discuss something, he will raise a question and throw it out. At that time, you will have plenty of time to talk! Apart from that time, everyone should keep your mouths shut!"

"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"

Mo Wang snorted, "One more thing. I want to remind you that the leader just lost an elder and is in a bad mood. If anyone is not afraid of death, feel free to say more. Anyway, I will definitely not be the one to die."

"If you keep your mouth shut, you will not only get promoted, but you will also live longer."

Mo Wang sneered at the dragon, phoenix, horse, cow and sheep.

The five people were silent for a while, and stopped what they were doing at the same time: "Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

"Don't thank me."

Mo Wang waved his hands quickly: "At least don't thank me before the leader assigns the duty. Otherwise, before the leader makes any arrangements, I, Mo Wang, will start to form cliques and factions. Isn't that courting death?"

All five of them laughed at the same time.

Although Mo Wang's words were stating the facts, they were also a reminder to the five people.

"Hurry up and work. No matter what, we must first build the leader's bedroom, study, hall, martial arts field, aura room, etc."

"Then the public facilities will be done first. Finally, our own will be done."

Everyone talked while working.

"Mr. Mo, your set of ideas is really amazing. The architectural drawings you made, this, this, this... this is really not something that ordinary people can do."

Feng Wanxia was very surprised: "You are still studying this?"

Mo Wangxiao felt as if his heart had died. "Our Mo family has been under life-and-death threats for many years since the death of our two ancestors in battle... Saving our lives has been engraved into our bones. Many times we have dug holes in the mountains for our descendants to hide in. To be honest, I am very familiar with this..."

They actually mentioned Mo Wang’s sad story, and everyone quickly shut up.

After a long while, Long Yikong finally couldn't help but ask: "Old Mo, how many people are there in your Mo family now?"

Suddenly, Feng Wanxia's nails pierced into Long Yikong's flesh.

Suddenly, he was convulsed with pain and flew into a rage: "What are you doing?!"

Mo Wang sighed and said, "There are less than twenty of them, two of whom are old servants, eight women, and... five boys under ten years old, and three girls."

"But I don't have the talent for martial arts, so I came out to make one last effort."

Mo Wang sighed deeply and said, "As warriors, you know that some people's aptitude can be improved, their essence can be cleansed, and they can be beaten with natural treasures. But for some people, it is useless even if they stay in the Immortal Palace."

Long Yikong and others all felt the same way about this.

Naturally I know this kind of martial arts waste.

"But even though these boys in the family are useless, they still have to be kept. We also hope that they can carry on the family line and continue the bloodline..."

Mo Wang sighed: "Maybe the next generation can give birth to someone with decent talent?"

Everyone sighed together: "Brother Mo, it's not easy for you either."

“It’s more than easy.”

Mo Wang chuckled: "If I die, the rest of the family will basically starve to death. Now even our enemies no longer target our family, because... there is no threat at all."

There is no more topic to talk about.

It was so much fun.

"Get to work, watch out for Hai Wuliang's sneak attacks."

The six of them then continued to work.

I have to say that Saint-level masters work fast. They use most of their mental energy to guard against sudden attacks while still working at a very fast speed.

It bypassed the stone pillars drawn by Mo Wang and turned large chunks of stone in the mountain into powder.

Ma Qianli, Niu Baizhan and Yang Jiucheng three people kept acting as cleaners, carrying the stone powder out again and again and throwing it under the cliff on the other side of the mountain.

Each time, the three of them acted together to avoid attacks.

It's like moving a small mountain at a time.

The evening of the third day.

While we were working urgently, there was a strong sound of wind.

Fangche landed here.

"Master! Your subordinates are here to greet you!"

Fang Che walked in with a gloomy face.

His mood had reached its lowest point, but he still felt shocked, because the mountain belly actually looked quite presentable.

But he never went in.

Instead, he gave the order directly: "Everyone come out! This is the place."

Call everyone out, and then quickly place the jade base of the formation around the mountain.

Fang Che directly sacrificed the leader's seal, spiritual energy gushed out, the Five Spirit Gu suddenly rushed out, and an invisible sky net instantly fell to the ground and disappeared.

There was only a dark hole in one corner.

It's like, a mouth.

The blood from killing someone is poured in from here to truly form the foundation of the formation. Only when it is completely filled up can the true protective formation be formed!

On the day it is formed, this mouth will instantly disappear and become invisible.

The six people looked at the leader and decided on the location of the church in such a hasty manner.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Fang Che stretched out his hand and touched the mouth on the ground, and found a small cone-shaped barrel in his hand.

Dark red, exuding an infinite evil aura.

This is the blood collector of the protective formation.

The Five Spirit Gu automatically flew out of the body, hovered on the cone, and sent a soul message to Fang Che.

Fang Che drew out the Hades Sword, emitting murderous aura. The conical barrel covered the tip of the sword, and then an inexplicable aura emanated from it.

"All six of you, use your weapons to connect to the blood barrel."

"go!"

The six men drew their weapons at the same time.

When placed on the conical barrel, everyone felt that their weapons seemed to be connected to the barrel, which was very strange.

"This is the arrangement of the Heavenly Centipede God. From this moment on until the formation of the great protective formation is completed, every person you kill, as long as they have bleeding wounds, will have their blood automatically flow into this blood bucket. When it comes back and pours into this hole, it will slowly form the formation foundation and complete the great protective formation!"

Fang Che looked at the bucket of blood in his hand with a gloomy and mysterious look.

"I see."

Although everyone was an orthodox believer, it was the first time they saw such magical things and they couldn't help but be amazed.

"All right!"

Fang Che gave an order and stood up with murderous intent: "Go! Follow me to kill people!"

The golden-horned dragon roared out!

Mo Wang and the dragon, phoenix, horse, cattle and sheep followed closely behind him, and the goose-wing guard battle formation flashed by in the wind and snow.

An inexplicable and terrifying murderous intent suddenly spread between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)