Battle Royale of the Sinners

Inside Li Feihong's private dimension, three legions of soldiers, a total of over 120,000 men were resting there. With the lumber and food resources in this world, these men constructed a temporary city in this world.

Li Feihong worked hard after the death of Hua Shi. He transported all legions, supplies, and officers from Luoyang battle into his world.

Currently, most elite officers were here.

The Mountaineer Legion

- Ding Yuan, Zhang Liao, Li Feihong, and the injured Lu Bu.

The Ghost Legion

- Zhang He, Qu Yi, Gao Lan, Han Hao.

The Immortal Legion

- Tong, Jia Xu, and Xun Yu.

Within the largest wooden building, Tong gathered all officer into a meeting. The agendas of this meeting were Tong and Lu Bu's injuries, the throne ascension, the funeral of the empress and Hua Shi, and Gongsun Du's betrayal.

Although Tong was still feeling clunky, he proceeded with the meeting.

"Our first agenda, as you can see, is related to my soul injuries and our food crisis."

Tong summoned his damaged souls to show it before everybody. His soul had many lines on his body as if they were breaking apart from the cracking. It looked as fragile as a crumbling soil which could easily be destroyed with a touch.

"With my current injuries, I won't be able to use all my power, including [Create Food], [Regeneration], and many others. This comes to my attention that our current economy is still heavily relying on my [Create Food], and we will suffer a deficit if we switch our food production to the local right now."

Xun Yu and Jia Xu looked at Tong in solemn. This was Tong's major weakness in his economy.

Once the system skill was disabled, everything Tong had done would be for naught if he could not make his cities self-sufficient.

"Last year, Bing Province produced 20,000 tons of rice, and our entire Ji Province made 70,000 tons. However, our average consumption for the military alone is 80,000 tons a year. That doesn't include the food that our citizens used, which I believe the number should be around a million tons a year."

"As you should know, our population has increased because of the refugees. We expect that by the next year, our food consumption rate will increase by another 30% to 40%. In our backup granaries, we've only stored three millions of various food and spice, which will not be enough to support our people in the long run."

"Within two to three years, it will be impossible to increase our production to match our population's demand. Thus, I will have to use this [Create Food] to support our men."

"Still, I am not in the condition to use this skill at all, and I don't know if I will recover from the soul injuries. Therefore, I will transfer this skill to someone else!"

Tong glanced at Li Feihong, who looked back at Tong with a pale face.

"Feihong, can you inherit this responsibility?"

Li Feihong leaned back on his chair to think. As the strategist of the Mountaineer Legion and his responsibility as the military's logistic, he did not want to shoulder more tasks.

He shook his head, "I'm really sorry, Tong. I have my hands full with my current world's production and my logistic duties. Also, I disagree with you on one regard. Your [Create Food] is not the only way to solve the production issue. Don't forget that I still have this world as a backup. Currently, my production rate is 100,000 tons a day. I repeat, A DAY! Instead of giving me that [Create Food], I think your [Inventory] will be more helpful for my transportation and other deliveries."

Looking at this former timid man in shock, Tong chuckled, "Well, now that you mentioned it. You are more suitable to handle the [Inventory] more than anyone."

Tong turned to his followers in the room, "Is there anyone who wishes to inherit my [Inventory]?"

All generals and strategists gulped. It would be a lie if any of them said they did not want this system skill. Still, none of their faces was thick enough to steal this skill from Li Feihong, who was their key player in all fields.

Then, Jia Xu raised his hand, "I'm not asking for your skill, but I have a question."

"Ask away."

"From your tone, are you trying to distribute all your skills to us, my lord?"

Tong grinned, "Exactly! What's the use of possessing all these skills when I can't even use it?"

"What about your authority as an immortal? If you don't have a skill, will it affect you in any way?"

"Yes, it will be very inconvenient to me, but it will be more useful to the people in the future."

Jia Xu sighed as he lowered his hand. It was good to have a steadfast person as their lord, but he worried about Tong as a person.

Tong had just been through a harsh loss. Both his wives died in this campaign, and he came back as a crippled. As someone who had been by Tong's side for years, Jia Xu hoped that he would not push himself too hard.

Xun Yu also gazed at Tong while he bit his lower lips. The bitterness and helplessness feeling haunted Xun Yu when he detected sadness within Tong's voice.

Because Xun Yu excelled in evaluating people, he could tell that Tong did not want to part with his skills, but he had to distribute them to his subordinates. Or else, his empire might crumble as their foundation was too weak.

'Our country foundation … I will focus on them! I'll strengthen them to the point that our new dynasty can last a thousand years!'

Tong concluded his first skill distribution, "Since no one objects, my [Inventory] will go to Li Feihong. I've loaded out all gold and other things inside your warehouse so that the skill will come empty. Feihong, transfer my gold to Ye's treasury later, okay?"

While Tong was talking, he transferred his [Inventory] to his clan warehouse. Then, he paid the 100,000 lifespan fee and allocated the skill to Li Feihong.

Tong could feel that his soul became lighter, and a portion of the cracked injuries mended together.

His soul was healing!

'Giving away my skills benefits my soul. Since it embedded in my soul, it might be a burden that increased my injuries.'

Tong gained enlightenment. Now, he did not regret parting with his old skills.

Li Feihong bowed his head to Tong, accepting his goodwill and vision.

"I'll take care of the food problem from now on."

"Thanks, Feihong."

Tong glanced at his skill list. There were still many skills that he wanted to give his men.

[Homing Arrow] + [Bow Master] package,

[Time Stop},

[Firearm Creation],

[Radar Map],

[Immortal Yang Vein],

And [Sword Mastery].

Unfortunately, all demonic related skills could not be transferred, so he had to keep them with himself. Once his injuries healed and his power grew, he would find a way to get rid of these useless demonic skills in the future.

Tong glanced at Zhang He, "Junyi, your commanding style and your tactics are heavily biased against direct combat. Your past fights tell us that you favored ambushes and mind games more."

Zhang He was taken aback by the sudden critics from his lord. His previous actions were like what Tong had said.

Because Zhang He had good memories and he took notes in geography, this general always exhibited his specialties by ambushing and exploiting his enemy's weaknesses while he kept his casualty minimum.

From Tong's point of view, Zhang He suited with guerrilla warfare rather than traditional warfare. Thus, he adjusted his skill and put his [Radar Map] into the clan asset.

"Because you always looked for ambushes, you didn't contribute much in our battles. Still, I appreciate how you treasured your men. For your contribution, I'll give you a skill that can give you an extra eye, [Radar Map]."

A status menu appeared before Zhang He, and the HUD map with the range of 10 kilometers dazzled him.

As someone who was not familiar with this system map culture, it would take Zhang He a while before he could master the use of this map.

"T-Thank you, my lord! I-I don't deserve this!"

"Just take it as a reprimand of your lack of achievements then. Next time, be more efficient."

"Y-Yes, my lord!"

Teasing this legend in his youth, Tong snickered.

"Next, Fengxian!"

Everybody jolted as turned to Lu Bu, who was in a similar condition as Tong.

Lu Bu had suffered internal injuries as he forcefully activated Tong's [Double Accel] without a healing skill.

Time Alter: Double Accel was a skill that enabled users to move faster and increased the user's perception abilities, allowing him to see everything in a slow-motion. The circulatory system and muscular system increased their efficiency, increasing the skill user's capabilities beyond the limit of humans.

Triggering this skill placed a burden onto the user's body. Tong relied on his regeneration skill to make up for the sacrifice he had to pay for the activation.

As someone who had not trained in sub-consciousness management and the control of blood cells, using the Double Accel harmed Lu Bu's physical constitution.

Lu Bu looked at Tong while he controlled his breathing to ease his pained muscles, "What do you want?"

Tong gave Lu Bu a faint smile, "I'm giving you one of my best trump cards, [Immortal Yang Vein].

"What kind of stupid crap is that?"

"It's a skill that instantly heals your physical body once a day. It also boosts your prowess on the bed. Do you want it or not?"

Had it been the old Lu Bu, he would have taken it without much thought. Now, he had been through difficulties and many failures in his life. Lu Bu became more cautious and calculating.

"What's the catch? It won't be free, I assume."

"You're overthinking. This is your reward for all your hard works. Can't you appreciate it a little? This is … was my favorite skill, you know?"

"You sounded like you don't want to give me this skill."

"To be honest, I don't want to give this to anyone."

"Then, why me?"

"You need it more than I do."

"Don't you afraid that once I've recovered, I won't kill you?"

"Good luck fighting Khan and the rest of my subordinates by yourself, then?"

Lu Bu sighed in his throat. He slowly leaned back to his chair, "Do whatever you want."

"Thank you. Please use your Mountaineer Legion to guard Bing Province as before. I'm sure that Khan will attack that province again since it shares borders with the Xiongnu's home ground."

"Figured. Hmm."

Tong glanced at his remaining skills, and he looked at Zhang Liao.

'What should I give him, I wonder? [Time Stop]?'