Long Haochen Forced to Take the Field

"Haochen, has things really come to this?"

Looking at Long Haochen, whose face was resolute.

Sheng Cai'er said softly, her voice filled with worry.

She had also witnessed the changes in the Temple Federation over the years.

Before either he or Long Haochen could react, it all seemed to happen overnight.

The entire Temple Federation underwent a major reshuffle.

Originally, from the early days of the Temple Federation, various families and factions have been established and passed down to this day.

Overnight, they were routed by the emerging professional school of thought.

In order to survive, they had no choice but to defect.

Based on the existing professional system, we should learn from emerging schools of thought.

It was only with great difficulty that we managed to gain a foothold, but even so...

The influence of those families and factions has been greatly weakened.

These families and factions were all promoted by Long Haochen.

Long Haochen looked at Sheng Cai'er with a helpless expression.

"Cai'er really had no other choice."

"If I don't step in to stabilize the situation..."

"I'm afraid the world will forget me, the first Federation Chairman of the Temple Federation."

Even so, Sheng Cai'er still felt somewhat uneasy.

"I have a feeling that things have developed in a way that has exceeded our previous expectations."

"If all else fails, why don't we give up? Ten thousand years have already passed."

"It's time to loosen control and allow the Temple Federation to develop freely."

Hearing Sheng Cai'er say this, Long Haochen sighed softly.

"I would love to do that too, but Austin..."

Long Haochen didn't continue speaking, but just shook his head.

He then said, "Cai'er, you just wait here for me to come back."

"With me personally taking charge, no matter how much trouble arises within the Temple Federation..."

"I believe that with my methods, I can quell them one by one."

However, Sheng Cai'er did not agree to Long Haochen, but insisted on speaking up.

"Let's go together. I can help you out if I'm around."

Sheng Cai'er held Long Haochen's hand and said, "No matter what, I will never leave you."

Long Haochen: "Okay."

"Brother, are you saying we're going to the front lines today?" Long Kongkong asked somewhat anxiously.

"I've heard the battlefield on the front lines is brutal. Can we really do it?"

Meanwhile, his older brother, Long Dangdang, whispered words of comfort to him.

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

However, despite saying that, Long Dangdang's eyes were far from calm.

Along with the rampage of the Tide of Undead and reforms within the Temple Federation.

Almost all of the Temple Federation Academy has now ceased operations.

The training of professionals has now reverted to what it was 10,000 years ago.

However, the leading authority was not the six major temples, but rather various schools of thought from different professions.

Each professional school has its own unique approach to training its practitioners.

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong were relatively unlucky.

The two brothers were assigned to the Slaughter Sect known as the meat grinder of war.

The Slaughter Sect provides almost no theoretical training to its practitioners.

Because the theory of the Slaughter Sect consists of only one word: 'kill'.

To grow through killing, to transform through killing, or to become the one being killed.

Therefore, the two of them now only possess a special weapon that was initially distributed by the Slaughter Sect.

Beyond a weapon that is bound to the lives of two people and can continuously grow and evolve through killing.

There was nothing left, not because they didn't want to prepare.

Instead, it consists mostly of equipment from other schools of thought, or equipment left behind by former professionals.

It is not very compatible with the combat system currently used by the Slaughter Sect.

Logically speaking, the allocation of different professional schools should be based on innate compatibility.

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong could never have imagined why they were assigned to the Slaughter Sect.

Now, with the war becoming increasingly severe, all those capable of fighting have been forcibly conscripted to the front lines.

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong have reached the age where they are ready for battle.

As for their parents, they were drafted to the front lines several years ago.

However, the battle lines on the entire battlefield are currently stretched too thin.

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong were not assigned to the same war zone as their parents.

And while the two brothers were still worrying about their future, a somewhat hoarse voice rang out.

There was a man whose entire body was covered in scars, and whose upper body was naked.

His skin was bronze, and his body was covered in flowing, blood-red battle markings.

Holding a large knife, the bald, burly man, who looked extremely strong, said in a cold voice.

"It's time to get going." His gaze swept over the two brothers, Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong.

The two brothers felt as if they were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and they shuddered with fear.

The number of qualified individuals in the Slaughter Sect is relatively small.

At the same time, the Slaughter Sect also has the highest death rate.

Conversely, the number of top experts within the Slaughter Sect is high.

However, their scores are usually at least two times, or even three times, higher than those of other schools of thought.

This is because the early stages of the Slaughter Sect were extremely difficult.

Furthermore, they lack the support of various equipment and professional skills training.

Therefore, they are very likely to be killed in the first few battles.

But once you get through the first few battles...

Therefore, the growth rate of the Slaughter Sect is unmatched by any other school.

The more people you kill, and the stronger the people you kill, the faster and stronger the Slaughter Sect will grow.

Among the test conducted in Soaring Dragon City this year, only Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong are suitable for the Slaughter Sect.

Moreover, it differs from the small-team mode where other professionals go to the battlefield in groups.

The Slaughter Sect consists almost entirely of Lone Wolf on the battlefield, human meat grinders.

Therefore, they are mostly alone and rarely team up with others.

Looking at Long Kongkong body was trembling slightly, and Long Dangdang, whose face was resolute.

The warrior from the Slaughter Sect didn't say much.

He grabbed the two men and then transformed into a streak of crimson light, rushing towards the battlefield.

Under normal circumstances, it would be faster to get there by taking a teleportation array.

However, as the war progresses, the teleportation array is no longer safe.

Within the Tide of Undead, there also exist spellcasters capable of influencing spatial stability, thereby infecting spatial teleportation arrays.

Sure enough, unless it's for some extremely special operations, the Temple Federation almost never uses teleportation arrays.

After all, who knows when someone else will snatch it away, and you might not even know how you died.

Surrounded by the crimson rainbow light, Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong felt as if they were about to suffocate.

After all, it's because the oxygen is thin at high altitudes.

And it grew increasingly intense, like a sharp blade.

A murderous aura that seemed to be constantly cutting into their bodies assaulted them.

This caused both of them, who were not yet fully advanced professionals, great distress.

This is actually a kind of training, a test for beginners of the Slaughter Sect.

After all, on the battlefield, killing intent is relative.

Professionals of the Slaughter Sect are extremely sensitive to killing intent.

If one cannot withstand the killing intent, then one's mind will be disturbed on the battlefield, causing one to lose one's composure.

As the crimson light flashed, a golden light suddenly appeared.

A handsome man in armor stood in front of the crimson light.

"Who goes there!" The bald, burly man's face hardened, his murderous intent as overwhelming as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It transformed into an invisible, blood-red blade, slashing directly at the person in front of it.

Upon seeing the person in front of them, Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong experienced a brief moment of disorientation.

I have this feeling that I've seen the other person somewhere before.

However, as the aura of light spread, the intense killing intent was blocked outside of the light.

Seeing this, the bald, burly man understood that the person in front of him was definitely stronger than himself.

Although his own strength is not considered top-notch among the current I Slaughter Sect.

However, if his strength is converted into External Spiritual Power, his External Spiritual Power is at least around 500,000.

Moreover, with the emergence of professional schools of thought, this is now a common practice.

The strength of a person is no longer solely determined by their spiritual power.

In terms of individual combat strength, the strongest members of the Slaughter Sect are often stronger than those of other schools.

The person in front of him was able to so easily block his murderous attack.

Therefore, its spiritual power is at least 900,000.

The reason for launching the attack directly was because they did not know the other party.

A powerful individual with at least 900,000 spiritual power suddenly appeared, and he was a completely new face whom no one had ever seen before.

The bald, muscular man narrowed his eyes, his killing intent intensifying.

The weak must be killed, and the strong must also be killed; the Slaughter Sect has always treated everyone equally.

They will not hesitate in any way because of the strength of the enemy.

"You two, good luck to yourselves!" The bald, burly man snorted coldly when he saw that the person in front of him did not answer.

It transformed into a crimson rainbow once more and swooped down toward the ground.

As they approached the ground, they threw Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong directly onto the ground.

Although they had held back their strength, injuries to Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong would normally have been unavoidable.

But at that moment, the handsome man's eyes flashed.

Two golden rays enveloped Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong.

It absorbed the impact of their landing, allowing them to land on the ground unharmed.

But at this very moment, the bald, muscular man also moved.

He astutely seized this opportunity.

The large sword in his hand was completely covered in dark red blood.

At the same time, the crimson greatsword spread and covered his entire body.

Lines of armor and bone spikes, resembling white bones, emerged from the crimson.

And those blood-red battle patterns that had previously flowed across his body, like Blood One.

At this moment, it shone even brighter, its bright crimson light directly staining half the sky red.

Although the burly man's transformation appeared significant, it actually only lasted for a fleeting moment.

The blood-red greatsword, now incredibly grotesque due to the proliferation of bone spurs, was directly aimed at that weapon.

Its crimson blade extended a hundred meters, slashing directly at the handsome man in the air.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" In this state, the bald, burly man's voice became somewhat distorted.

At the same time, an indiscriminate killing intent emanated from him and swept across the entire battlefield.

Even Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong were included in it.

The handsome man's expression suddenly froze.

However, the safety of Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong was prioritized.

He himself withstood the terrible slash.

However, after receiving this slash, Long Haochen realized that this strike was not simple.

Although the spiritual power erupting from the strong man at this moment seemed to be only around 500,000.

However, Long Haochen was certain that the destructive power of this strike was definitely not just 500,000 spiritual energy.

The destructive power of this strike even approached an extremely terrifying level.

That absolute forbidden zone, known as the area with a million spiritual powers, was now completely extinguished by the snowy radiance that filled the sky.

Only then did Long Haochen realize that the other party must have relied on some kind of external force.

That crimson light that filled the sky must have been the result of the opponent's previous accumulation.

This is the killing move of the Slaughter Sect, which can extract and accumulate the power of those it kills.

Even if one's own spiritual power is not strong, one can still overcome a powerful enemy.

Then all the blood and sweat accumulated from the previous killings can be unleashed at once.

He unleashed a killing move far exceeding his usual combat abilities.

This kind of trump card is not unique to the Slaughter Sect.

Each school of thought has its own unique strengths.

However, compared to the Slaughter Sect that specializes in killing.

Other schools of thought may not necessarily have unique trump cards specifically designed for combat.

Long Haochen's expression changed as he saw that the golden light protecting his body had been slashed open.

Moreover, a trickle of blood flowed down from the spot where he was slashed by the blade.

This was because he had underestimated his opponent and therefore had not defended with all his might.

However, he had already realized that the person in front of him was from the Slaughter Sect.

Even those who can be considered pillars of society can cause themselves some harm.

If not, how strong must the true leaders of those schools of thought be?

Long Haochen originally thought he had overestimated these schools of thought.

But it was only then that he realized he might have underestimated the situation.

But before the bald, burly man could muster his strength and strike again, he was struck by a knife.

His head fell silently to the ground.

At the same time, his Flame of Life was extinguished, as was the will protected by his murderous intent.

Only when he died did a young girl appear behind him.

Who else could this young girl be but Sheng Cai'er?

At this moment, Sheng Cai'er looked at the bleeding Long Haochen, her worry deepening.

Long Haochen smiled and comforted her, "It's alright, Cai'er, I was just careless."

At the same time, Long Haochen headed towards Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong, who were still protected by the power of light.

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong looked at the person in front of them with different expressions.

Long Dangdang's eyes showed confusion and helplessness.

The person in front of them had killed their mentor from the Slaughter Sect.

Logically speaking, he should be hostile towards the person in front of him.

But for some reason, he felt a sense of trust in the person in front of him.

Long Kongkong, on the other hand, is completely different.

He shouted and yelled, his eyes filled with wariness towards Long Haochen.

Seeing this, Long Haochen simply smiled and said, "Hello, I am the first Federation Chairman of the Temple Federation."

"My name is Long Haochen."

Long Dangdang and Long Kongkong: "Huh?"

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