KALAVIUKA, the Kalavinka

Smoke billowed in Taiye City, and dark clouds descended into the pitch-black night.

They floated over the city walls and into the city streets and alleys. When they landed, they made a series of pleasant bell sounds and immediately transformed into strangely dressed Yama, the King of Hell, and the city guards and border troops went to arrest and question them. However, after a few words and going through the registration process, these gods who descended from the sky immediately took out their magic weapons and killed people.

Marshal Krozo assigned sixteen combat teams to Taiye City, totaling only one hundred and twelve men. Each team had different equipment and configurations, but they all shared the same strategic objective: to take the heads of the core officials in the county's power center and completely destroy the enemy's command post.

This is a battle of one against a hundred. The Blood-giving Monster associated with the Madness Butterfly Sect, as well as the henchmen who have been bewitched, controlled, and brainwashed by the Yin Yang Qian Kun Sect, all have only one way to deal with them—to kill them without mercy.

Key locations in the main urban area, such as Government Soldiers, docks and ships, fire stations, watchmen, granaries, and horse ranches, are high-value targets. Elite soldiers from various war groups are also involved outside the city. Quickblade and Gate of Wonders have absorbed a large number of battle-hardened elites from various war groups of the Transportation Department during the Autumn Harvest Operation, including many psionic powerhouses who survived the expeditionary era.

If 112 Yama Kings descended upon Taiye City, then over 500 armored celestial soldiers from the surrounding counties, markets, farms, and villages, working in conjunction with the nameless assassins within the city, would wipe out all the strongholds, military camps, and outposts scattered around Taiye.

This was not a war between civilizations; it was simply a massacre.

If you were to discuss this armed conflict with any ordinary person in the civilized world, they would likely condemn the incompetence of Ming De and the shamelessness and brutality of Marshal Krozo Vandien.

Taiye's army was only basically organized, and its equipment was still in the era of cold weapons. It was a warlord army with the governor as the core of command, the passes around Taiyin Mountain as the training content, and the military forces of the Tonghe Kingdom as the hypothetical enemy.

Their enemy is the elite of urban warfare in the information age—in this battle, they will face a well-organized night raid commanded by rudimentary radios.

To be honest, there was no possibility of surrendering. Keshua's side had too few troops and simply couldn't handle the surrendered soldiers of Chabang.

If the enemy cannot forget the Yin Yang Qian Kun Sect, cannot forget the glory and wealth of Taiye, and cannot forget the lock in their hearts, and still thinks about making achievements, then the mutiny of surrendered soldiers will only increase, there will be no opportunity for management, and no management costs can be borne.

Without mind-altering drugs or tranquilizers, without the potion of forgetfulness or the elixir of oblivion, Keshua would never gamble with the lives of his soldiers—any miscalculation of the enemy situation or any underestimation of the enemy would result in unacceptable combat losses.

Looking at the overall sandbox wargame, the Keshua only has 881 soldiers. Even including the reinforcements who rotated to fight halfway through the game and the soldiers who came to fill in from Sendai, the total number of combat units is only 1,120.

These soldiers were not invulnerable to bullets and swords, nor were they all as indestructible and mentally mature as the Nameless One.

Before fighting this unequal battle, the organization department had conducted multiple rehearsals—for these soldiers, this assault was not an easy task like "beating up cavemen." The two basic tasks of identifying friend from foe and protecting innocent civilians alone would exhaust them, not to mention that these tens of thousands of troops also included units that had been sent to provide aid.

Killing a weak enemy is a good thing, as it means the enemy is dead.

Being killed by a weaker enemy carries a completely different meaning; one must pay a heavy price for one's arrogance and kindness.

Beside the Prefect's Mansion's pasture lies a lake, and along the undulating valleys of the Taiyin Mountain, a secluded cottage has been built, where over sixty retainers are housed.

--Among them, the six strongest men and six strongest women were the Six Ding and Six Jia, cultivated by Kunwu with the sacred blood of the Yin Yang Qiankun Sect.

These disciples are all Jianghu people, poor people who have been running for their lives on the battlefields of various countries in the troubled times of the Central Plains, and have found peace and detachment in Taiye. If they can survive through the sixteen countries of Tonghe River, they are all masters among masters.

Whether it's the chief defector from a prestigious family, a battlefield survivor, or a chivalrous figure with unresolved grudges,

They might be assassins who sell their lives for freedom, remnants of palace intrigues and warlord conflicts, or fallen outlaws from the outlaw world.

The existence of Taiye Prefecture was to oversee the maritime trade of ports in Sendai, Zhuzhou, Taizhou, Yubei, and the southeast. On the one hand, it prevented these important cities from being harassed and occupied by warlords from the Central Plains and the Tonghe Kingdom. On the other hand, it was to prevent mutinies and rebellions in the cities along the southeast coast. It was situated between these two worlds, a veritable paradise. Including the militia mobilized by the Tusi chieftains of the surrounding counties and towns, there were more than 60,000 people as wartime troops. Therefore, Li Kunhai dared to rebel, and he was not afraid of the imperial edict.

At that moment, a command rang out from the valley cottage.

"Six Ding, Six Jia! Get up and get to work!"

A tall, imposing figure dressed in black, banging drums and gongs, moved about in the corridors of the various houses in the valley. He was the "Monthly Duty Officer" left by the Lingguang Buddha to serve Kunwu.

After his three colleagues were killed in battle, Yue Zhigongcao was so frightened that he dared not step out of the valley pavilion. He did not even know who the enemy was, and thought that the Tonghe Kingdoms were bored and had set their sights on Taiye, a piece of fat meat, and sent a deity to fight.

It wasn't until tonight, when the nameless man descended from the sky, that the Moon Goddess confirmed the assassin's true identity. Before she could even tell Judas about it, she had to go and inform the retainers at the Valley Lodge to save their lord.

The Seed of Chaos is in Li Kunhai's hands. If Li Kunhai dies, how will this news reach the ears of the Lingguang Buddha?

Thinking about this, the Moon Duty Officer was extremely anxious. As a Wings of Light, he only wanted to live a peaceful life and had not thought about how to "promote" himself. He just wanted to do his job well.

Just past four in the morning, the guests of the Valley Lodge were all fast asleep, except for a few "literati" who liked to stay up late, who were still drinking and composing poems, and having a human flesh feast by a deep well.

The Moon Duty Officer hurriedly jumped down from the corridor, lightly climbed the rocks, and reached the small pavilion by the well, where he saw four retainers drinking and chatting happily.

"Jiazi, Jiawu, Jiachen, Jiashen!" The Monthly Duty Officer, sweating profusely, hurriedly shouted, carrying a copper gong and mallet, "The Prefect is in trouble! Quickly, save the lord!"

The pale-faced swordsman at the head of the group, unhurriedly, tore off a baby's thigh from the barbecue grill, his attitude extremely arrogant.

"What's the rush? What could possibly happen to him?"

The Blood-giving Monster fiddled with the wine cups across the table, a burly man, and he followed the scholar's words, elaborating. "The prefect is protected by his own Government Soldiers, and his officers and lieutenants are always by his side. If he doesn't like us cultivators, then so be it."

One of the men was still retrieving a wooden basin from the well. He was Jiachen from the Six Ding and Six Jia. He brought the frozen blood wine from the well to the table and then respectfully bowed to the Moon Duty Officer.

"Kunwu ordered his men to arrest him, yet the Moon Duty Officer doesn't seem so flustered—that demonic monk is here again?"

The last one, Jiawu, was a fat man with a face full of scars, sticking out a thick, long tongue with seven eyes on it, and holding half a woman in his arms.

You heard right, they are half-women, eaten until only half of their bodies remain. Li Kunhai dislikes these blood-given freaks, the Crimson Elixir Immortals, because they no longer resemble human beings. Let alone keeping them by his side as guards—even if these retainers were sent to the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple, the common people would not dare to enter the temple to worship the gods.

The explanation for "Monthly Duty Officer" is unclear.

--Outside the Prefect's Mansion, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood on the long street. The soldiers guarding the mansion were either dead or wounded. A few survivors were found, but when asked about the enemy, they all became insane and spouted nonsense.

"You refuse to go? And you're just making sarcastic remarks? What if something happens to Li Kunhai?"

Before he could finish speaking, the four celestial soldiers and generals, demon-slaying warriors, immediately stood up and went back to their rooms to fetch their weapons, all looking annoyed and disappointed that their enjoyment had been ruined.

Even from a distance, you could still hear the fat brother from the Jiawu- Japanese War era shouting and cursing.

"You want me to work but don't feed me! You're not a decent person! You're disgusting! All you know how to do is use the Lingguang Buddha to intimidate me! You scoundrel!"

The Moon God didn't dwell on the matter. He summoned all the other guests at the Valley Lodge and ordered them to be fully armed, wearing breastplates and bulletproof helmets before setting off—this was something the Lingguang Buddha had instructed them to do if they ever encountered any strange people or saw immortals dressed in gold and blue robes.

And so, including the Blood-giving Monster's companions and servants, and the immortals' chickens and dogs blessed by the holy blood, a force of one hundred and eighty people marched through the training ground in a grand procession. Along the way, there were some family conflicts and spousal disputes. This group of unorganized and undisciplined elite soldiers laughed and cursed as they swaggered across the road on the grass. When they reached the Yangxin Academy, they dispersed without any organization or command.

They split into groups of three or five, each carrying their own treasured magical weapons and natal weapons. Although they possessed the Crimson Blood Golden Pill Elixir and immortality, they couldn't forget the skills they had when they were human. After all, these were the pride of the martial arts world—if they were to ascend to the ranks of immortals and the Lingguang Buddha were to create the Investiture of the Gods the Gods, they would follow him into the temple to copy the scriptures, and they would definitely include their magical weapons in the scriptures.

The Moon God only cares about the whereabouts of the Six Ding and Six Jia. The journey is extremely difficult. These six men and six women must be obedient and not quarrel or argue. Without Kunwu to direct these immortals, he could get three retorts for every word he says.

And that's exactly right. Kunwu was right; the most powerful ability in the world is actually organizational ability.

This time traveler was able to control these retainers, keep an eye on the Six Ding and Six Jia, and have the Four Duty Officers revolve around him; this was the source of his arrogance.

But now that Kunwu isn't in Taiye, if a real fight breaks out, these Blood-giving Monster can't be described as a disorganized mess. They're already quite good at being able to distinguish friend from foe in the chaotic and dark environment, refrain from using their weapons on their comrades, and maintain their fighting spirit.

The first lucky one to cross the Yangxin Academy was Ding Si Mei—this elite soldier was bold and had grown up with Kunwu since childhood. She was Kunwu's childhood sweetheart and was willing to obey his orders. When Kunwu was captured by the evil monk, she immediately wanted to volunteer to leave the city, unable to forget her mentor and lover.

The moment Ding Si Simei stepped out of the gate and courtyard wall, her hair stood on end. The instant she stepped into the martial arts training ground in the front yard, she smelled a strong stench of blood—and within it was a murderous intent that could turn water into ice.

She stared at the wall between the archery targets on the drill ground, where a row of heads happened to be peeking out.

It wasn't just people clinging to the wall; it looked more like heads had been chopped off and piled up against the wall, forming a small mountain in a row.

In the blink of an eye, Ding Si Simei was overwhelmed by the terrifying true energy, her body breaking out in red spots, and she was on the verge of going into qi deviation—she kept thinking of Kunwu Langjun's kindness, barely managing to overcome her inner demons. She picked up a pair of Emei daggers from her waist, urged her true energy, and rushed towards the martial arts arena.

She cursed as she walked.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

It doesn't matter if she doesn't shout; she just called out.

Jiang Xueming was still tidying up the ragtag soldiers in the muddy yard next door, when he just picked up a stone lock weighing over 80 pounds and smashed the head of the school officer—he glanced at the courtyard wall, and Fragrant Dream immediately called the police.

SD exclaimed, "SHIT! So many!"

Xue Ming remained silent.

--Ding Si Simei was getting more and more flustered; she hadn't even had time to close her mouth yet!

Stone Lock came flying through the air with the force of a mad bear and a frenzied elephant, suddenly shattering half of her torso and causing her to scramble and crawl a few steps until she reached the edge of the warehouses around the training ground!

When she came to her senses, she saw an arm being pulled behind her by the terrifying flying stone projectile. The stone lock smashed through the mud wall of the archery range, creating a deep, drafty hole.

She screamed in terror, her pain tinged with disbelief—what incredible strength!

As she struggled, she felt her immortal energy surging wildly within her body. The iron armor offered her almost no protection for even a second, and along with the flesh of her shoulders and neck, it cracked and deformed!

"Jiazi! Save me! Save me!!! Save me!!!"

She called out to her companions, the Six Ding and Six Jia, and kicked wildly at the broken bricks on the stone slab. Turning around, she saw the gleaming black-armored celestial being just descending from the wall.

"Bang!--"

The first shot shattered Ding Si's iron helmet, causing her eyes to roll back and her neck to break! She was still breathing!

"Bang!--"

The second shot hit her wound, rendering her unable to get up, cover her face and protect her heart, and leaving her unable to defend herself.

"Bang!--"

The third shot hit the doorway. Before Sister Dingmao, who rushed out to help, could even speak, blood gushed from her eyes and her brain splattered. The soft bullet bounced inside her helmet, continuously destroying her brain. The blood-soaked monster collapsed, taking the critical hit and dying instantly.

"Bang!--"

The belated fourth shot pierced Ding Si Simei's chin, straight to her crown!

In an instant, forty or fifty people rushed out from various parts of the courtyard gate. Each of them was a strong and robust Blood-giving Monster. The moment they encountered the gunsmith's terrifying spiritual pressure, half of the monsters covered their heads and faces and were suppressed by the rifle bullets, but they did not completely lose their fighting ability. Their bodies revealed golden bird feathers and beast-like features, which were the Holy Blood Formula of the mythical [KALAVIUKA·Myo-on Bird].

Xue Ming showed no intention of reloading. Once Devana's roar stopped, there was no time left for him to reload—he was about to be surrounded, and the effectiveness of bullets was limited. He would have to find another way to pry open these strong iron canisters.

Jiawu and Jiashen charged ahead, one wielding two swords with light and agile steps, the other running with a great hammer with thunderous momentum. They became the leaders of the team, leading more than thirty immortal soldiers and generals to surround them.

The gunsmith did not yield, but retrieved Dust Crystal No. 1 and prepared seven arrows. Fragrant Dream was by his side as his protector.

Jiashen was surprised to see the avatar outside his body, and his steps slowed. "It's a Transformation God Stage expert!"

The gunsmith didn't understand what "Master of the Transformation God Stage" meant, and Fragrant Dream didn't care.

If we categorize the stages of transformation according to the standards of the Great Xia, possessing a complete spiritual body is equivalent to the Transformation God Stage.

--Leaving aside these minor details.

The chubby, red-faced, Jiawu brother didn't take those words to heart. He was protected by iron armor, and if he charged with all his might, he had never been afraid of anyone in his life.

The giant, bull-like man pushed aside his companions and crashed violently into Fragrant Dream!

Jiashen followed closely behind, and despite the immense force of the gale, he still managed to maintain his momentum and charge forward!

The gunsmith received feedback from the spirit, Fragrant Dream seemed to have been hit by a rhinoceros, resulting in a stalemate with the Jiawu.

In the blink of an eye, two gleaming swords attacked from the burly man's side. The gunsmith calculated the distance perfectly and dodged the sword with just one step.

Jiashen's sword missed its mark, and his right-handed sword struck a solid point. He laughed inwardly, but as he leaned forward and saw where his right-handed sword had gone, his head was chopped off.

The Moon-Duty Officer, standing at a distance, could see clearly. Jiashen merely thrust and slashed, employing his signature Silver Snake Swordplay. He had just made a starting stance when the King of Hell, the Demon Star, lost his sense of distance and, without a lead hand to probe, his back hand touched the dark iron armor. Sparks immediately flew from the blade as it grazed the armor, deflecting to the side.

Jiashen's face and neck were more than six inches into the enemy's arm; he couldn't stop now!

A flash of cold light appeared in the King of Hell's hand, and he effortlessly carried away the head.

The knife was too fast! The hand was too steady! The eye was too accurate! The heart was too ruthless!

The decapitated corpse rolled away, blood gushing from its neck. The head flew upwards, becoming another prize in the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) on the drill ground.

On the other side, the hammer in the hands of the Sino-Japanese War player Jiawu could no longer withstand any more force.

--Fragrant Dream withstood the first round, but by the second round, sparks were flying from its eight claws. It braced itself against the bronze shaft of the sledgehammer and suddenly flipped over like a land dragon.

The hammer slammed into the mud pit, and the Iron-Helmeted Tiger leaned forward, pulled out the Dust Crystal No. 1, stuffed it into the seam of the Iron-Helmet from the Jiawu -Japanese War, and pulled the trigger hard.

The bullet pierced through the heart of the Jiawu, only exploding when it hit the chest and lungs!

"Boom!--"

A bright red fireball erupted, spraying a shower of blood and gore from the armor's limbs and neck.

Xue Ming and Fragrant Dream were too close, and they were bombarded by the airflow and became still.

The sudden divine fire frightened the many Blood-giving Monster so much that they dared not move forward. Blocked by the wave of flames, they all stood frozen in place.

The Jiawu helmet from the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 exploded into the sky, turning into a flat pot lid, and it took a long time to fall back down.

Emerging from the dust crystal smoke, an undamaged gunsmith waved his hand again. Fragrant Dream picked up the wreckage of Dust Crystal No. 1 and took out the remaining arrows—the Steel Cat had forgotten that this thing couldn't be fired at point-blank range, and scratched his head sheepishly, preparing to apologize.

No matter, the gunsmith took the Dust Crystal II out of his bag and handed the rifle-type launcher to Soul Might.

At this moment, the Moon Duty Officer heard the demon utter its first human words.

"Be more careful next time, or maybe in your next life."

Without hesitation, their comrades who had charged into battle alongside them in the Jiawu- Japanese War, their fighting spirit still undiminished, set out to encircle them once more.

Fragrant Dream needs to refit Dust Crystal II and check the status of the transmitter.

At this moment, the Moon God remained on the sidelines, not intending to take action himself.

In the training ground, the gunsmith held up the Berloberg short sword, back to back and shoulder to shoulder with the spirit. His cold spiritual pressure extinguished the last light in the training ground, and the camera was no match for the naked eye in this dim environment.

The Moon-Duty Officer observed carefully, and the mask was thus removed, revealing the spearsmith's true face—none other than the sorcerer monk who had abducted Kunwu.

--However, this time he wasn't as disoriented, exhausted, or powerless as before.

He seemed to have woken up, his brows furrowed, his breath sharp as arrows, and his pupils flashing with a fierce light.