War Spreads

After the bombing, the capital of the San Andres Empire lay in ruins, corpses littering every street, wails and screams filling the entire city.

King Simon stood before the wreckage of his palace, dazed and foolish, staring at the devastation before him.

Just hours ago, he had been reveling in his grand palace with beautiful maids, lost in pleasure—and in an instant, it had all vanished.

Then a guard, filthy and disheveled, crawled out from a pile of rubble. Seeing the familiar corpses around him, he broke down completely.

Wailing and weeping were the city's main melody.

No—that was the main melody of every major city in the entire San Andres Empire.

The Yanhuang Empire's technology, centuries ahead of this era, was a dimensional strike against the present age.

Especially the military officers of the Yanhuang Empire, who had been suppressed by civil officials for two hundred years. That suppression had bottled up a fire in every soldier's heart.

And San Andres, being the first target, with its people looking completely different from them, became the perfect outlet.

Outside the borders of the San Andres Empire, at a temporary command post, Li Mingfeng received the Air Force's confirmation that the bombing was complete and immediately gave the order to attack.

Upon receiving the order, the various units that had been waiting long at the border burst into excited laughter and launched their assault.

Facing the sudden, ferocious attack of the Yanhuang army, the San Andres border held for only a moment before the defensive line was breached.

Like a flood, the soldiers poured through the defensive line, meeting no resistance.

Time passed, and three days flew by.

In those three days, wherever the Yanhuang Army passed, blood flowed so thick it floated shields, and even the sky was dyed red.

Meanwhile, above the battlefield.

Angel Yan watched below. The soldiers were utterly crazed, completely fearless, and a few of them nearly fought each other over kills.

What's more, after cutting down an enemy, they would slice off one ear. If they didn't have time, they'd hang the whole head on specially designed hooks at their waists.

By the end of a battle, the soldiers were drenched in blood from head to toe.

Seeing this, she frowned deeply. "A Zhui, your little man's soldiers are filled with immense bloodlust. Every single one of them is a killing machine.

No, I should say your little man is the source of those killing machines.

If it weren't for this merit-and-nobility system he designed, these soldiers wouldn't act like this.

Still, it's a good thing these war merits can only be exchanged for enemy heads. Otherwise, I reckon these soldiers would slaughter everyone on Blue Star just for merit."

Hearing this, A Zhui looked at the soldiers slaughtering wildly below and nodded.

In their millennia-long lives, the two had seen far too many wars within civilizations to be fazed.

After all, unification within a civilization inevitably requires war.

Of course, when they witnessed massacres like this, as long as it wasn't the kind that exterminated even women and children without mercy, they generally didn't interfere with that civilization's development.

One month later, the capital of San Andres.

Feng Ye swung his sword and cleaved off the head of King Simon of San Andres, marking the complete end of the San Andres Empire as history.

Grabbing Simon's head, Feng Ye didn't mind the mess and hung it directly at his waist. This was the enemy king—he had to bring the whole head back. Otherwise, bringing just an ear wouldn't prove he'd killed Simon.

On the battlefield, when someone important was slain, the whole head was always taken back. As for common soldiers, there was no need for such formality.

Just then, a comrade from outside entered the room, his longsword stained with blood. Seeing King Simon's corpse at Feng Ye's feet, he said, "Brother Feng, what's got you so happy?"

"Haha, Xiao Yu, look who this is—it's Simon, the king of this country. I got lucky. Who would've thought he'd be hiding here?"

Hearing this, the others gathered around and saw that it really was Simon, the one they'd been searching for so long without finding.

"Congratulations, Brother Feng."

Knowing that Feng Ye had killed Simon, envy flickered across their faces. No help for it—this was a big fish.

Seeing their envy, Feng Ye's grin widened, unable to suppress his joy.

After all, as a lowliest soldier, this one stroke would let him soar.

War was the perfect place to build merit. It was worth abandoning everything back home to enlist—wasn't this the moment he'd been waiting for?

Then he walked out of the room. Outside, the city streets were packed with people, but only the old, weak, women, and children—not a single able-bodied young man.

Looking at these survivors, Feng Ye frowned. His teammate Liu Yu said, "Brother Feng, do you think these old, weak, women, and children can survive? With just their strength, even getting food is a problem?"

Feng Ye glanced at him. "Don't worry about that. We're just the lowest-level soldiers. Take care of ourselves first."

"Heh, yeah, you're right!" Liu Yu scratched his head awkwardly.

Yanhuang Empire.

Ye Chen received the news from the front lines without surprise. After all, the Yanhuang Empire was a bug in this era.

Then he saw the proposed handling of the old, weak, women, and children of San Andres in the report and nodded in approval.

Half a year later.

The Inca Empire fell, its entire royal family and all its nobility wiped out.

As for the remaining commoners, they were all absorbed into the Yanhuang Empire, gradually subjected to indoctrination.

During this period, anyone who stirred up trouble was killed without mercy.

In less than a year, the Inca Empire and the San Andres Empire were both destroyed, yet the treatment of the two nations was completely opposite.

One was slaughtered down to the old, weak, women, and children; the other, aside from the death of its royalty and nobles, saw ordinary civilians largely unaffected as long as they didn't court death.

Clearly, this Ye Chen fellow also harbored a severe xenophobic mindset—to which one could only say it's a common flaw among Huaxia people.

Time flowed slowly on. After the Yanhuang Empire occupied South America, it began integrating local resources while its expansion direction spread toward the African continent.

Due to Africa's terrain, local environment, and other factors, as soon as the Yanhuang Empire's soldiers entered, many suffered from acclimatization issues.

In the end, the Yanhuang Empire spent a year destroying all nations in the South African region and occupying the entire area.

As the people of those conquered nations fled to neighboring countries—such as Egypt, Morocco, the Songhai Empire, the Kingdom of Congo, Ethiopia, and others—

The rulers of these states, upon hearing that the Yanhuang Empire had conquered the whole of South Africa in such a short time, were all deeply shocked, crying out that the wolf had come.

Because, based on their understanding, they simply couldn't fathom how those nations could have fallen so quickly.

They had heard before that war had erupted in South Africa, involving a Yanhuang Empire they had never known of.

At the time, they hadn't paid much attention to the Yanhuang Empire's existence, arrogantly assuming it was just a small, newly risen nation.

After all, the African continent was filled with countless large and small states, rising and falling—it was all too normal.