The Rusted Blade Was Never Old, Now He Commanded the Legion Again

The black-and-white chessboard hung beneath the blood-red sky, mist surging as lines crisscrossed its surface.

Bei Jiang's eyes were shut tight, his fingertips rising and falling swiftly.

There was no mercy, no weighing of life and death among soldiers in his game. From beginning to end, there were only two words: gains and losses.

Ordinary legion commanders relied on their eyes and senses to identify weaknesses when deploying troops, using experience to predict the course of battle.

But on the battlefield under his command, the sole criterion for judging tactical shifts was the change in battlefield energy that ran through heaven and earth.

Stars flickered across the board, while streams of light flowed endlessly along its intersecting lines.

He caught and dissected every trace of changing energy.

The flow of the Black Tide Legion, the circulation of his soldiers' Qi and Blood, the gaps where the Qi and Blood of opposing battle formations collided... all essential changes hidden beneath the carnage of flesh and blood had nowhere to hide.

He brought two fingers together and placed a piece with fierce precision.

All commands condensed at his fingertips before dropping onto a corner of the board.

The souls of the First Legion soldiers fighting bloodily at the front instantly received a pure will of command.

In that instant, the Bond Pact system of the five-million-strong army abruptly shifted.

The originally dense linked formation, in which everyone's Qi and Blood were connected and offense and defense were unified, instantly came apart. Layer upon layer of blood-energy bonds were precisely severed, transforming into dozens of phantom battle formations that rose into the air.

The explosive power of every squad was instantly pushed to its limit as they launched a ferocious advance.

The next second, another piece fell. The phantom formations broke apart and