The Strength of Three Thousand Warriors
It looked down at the three thousand figures.
"The three hundred and eightyth time," a deep voice said. "You're awake again."
Among the three thousand warriors, a tall figure stepped forward.
He was over two meters tall, covered in dark golden scales, and had a pair of tattered wings on his back. There were three hideous scars on his face, stretching from his left eye to his chin, as if he had been torn apart by some giant beast.
"Ancestor," he began, his voice hoarse like the grinding of pebbles, "A thousand years have passed, and you remain unchanged."
"Jin," Zu's voice came from his eyes, "And so do you."
"Still the same... courting death."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless cracks appeared in the sky.
From every crevice emerged endless dark creatures.
These are not the infected creatures of the past, but true dark beings—creations of the Ancestor, each possessing the strength of a True Immortal.
Overwhelming, endless.
"Ten thousand," Jin sneered. "A thousand years, and this is all you've managed to gather?"
He turned around and looked at the three thousand warriors behind him.
"Brothers, let's warm up."
The three thousand warriors laughed simultaneously.
There was no fear in their smiles, only excitement.
That was a long-lost desire for battle.
In the next instant, three thousand figures vanished from their original positions.
They charged into the dark horde of creatures like tigers among sheep.
With a single punch, Jin blasted the hundreds of dark creatures in front of him into dust.
Beside him, a thin young man Hand Seals, and countless golden rays of light burst forth from his body, each piercing the head of a dark creature.
Further away, an elderly man with white hair, holding a cane, tapped it lightly, and the dark creatures within a kilometer radius instantly turned into ice sculptures, then shattered.
Three thousand warriors, three thousand ways to fight.
But they have one thing in common --
Every strike was an instant kill.
Uchiha Kei stood atop the highest point of Heavenly Gate City, silently watching the massacre unfold.
He did not make a move.
Because it's not necessary.
These three thousand men were Jiang Hao's trump card.
It was the only thing they had left after 379 failures.
He wanted to see just how powerful this card really was.
Ten minutes.
In just ten minutes.
Ten thousand dark creatures of true immortal level were all wiped out.
The three thousand warriors returned to Heavenly Gate City without a single drop of blood on their bodies.
Jin walked up to Uchiha Kei and knelt on one knee.
"New Master," he said, "Warm-up complete."
Uchiha Kei looked at him.
What's your name?
"Gold," he said, "The Seventh Legion Commander of the Age of Myriad Gods."
"Who left the scars on your face?"
Jin paused for a moment, then said, "Ancestor."
"The first time I fought Him, He glanced at me."
"Just one glance, and my face is like this."
"If the legion commander hadn't protected me with the power of the rules, I would have died then and there."
Uchiha Kei's pupils contracted slightly.
One glance nearly killed an existence surpassing even a true immortal.
Is this the power of the Ancestor?
"How many people died in that battle?" he asked.
Jin looked up at him.
"Three thousand."
"Of the three thousand warriors, only three thousand remain."
Uchiha Kei remained silent.
It turns out that the three thousand warriors of the Age of Myriad Gods were not three thousand, but six thousand.
Half of them died from that one glance.
"Do you hate them?" he asked.
Jin thought for a moment and said, "I hated it."
"But later I stopped hating him."
"Why?"
"Because hatred is useless," Jin laughed. "We can't beat Him."
So, we're waiting.
"Waiting for someone who can defeat Him."
He looked at Uchiha Kei, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"New Lord, can you defeat Him?"
Uchiha Kei did not answer.
He looked up at the still-present phantom eye in the sky.
That eye was also looking at him.
"Yes," he said.
Jin smiled.
All three thousand warriors laughed.
He laughed heartily.
"Alright." Jin stood up. "Then, we'll go with you to kill Him."
"Kill him?" Uchiha Kei shook his head. "Not now."
"Now, we have other things to do."
"What's up?"
Uchiha Kei turned around and looked north.
That's the direction of Hope Fortress.
That was also the place where the nine apostles stood.
"Kill those nine good-for-nothings first."
Jin raised an eyebrow. "Nine good-for-nothings? Who?"
"The ancestor's apostles," Uchiha Kei said, "I have already killed Yan, who was ranked fourth. I have also killed Shuang, who was ranked seventh. And I have also killed Isshiki, who was ranked ninth."
"Nine are left, waiting outside."
Jin smiled.
She was smiling brightly.
"New master, your warm-up is much more intense than ours."
He turned around and looked at the three thousand warriors behind him.
"Brothers, the new master is treating us to a feast. We'll kill nine apostles. Anyone want to go?"
"Go!"
The three thousand warriors roared in unison, shaking the entire Heavenly Gate City.
Uchiha Kei's lips curled up slightly.
"Let's go then."
He leaped off the Heavenly Gate City.
Three thousand warriors followed closely behind.
Three thousand and one figures streaked across the sky like shooting stars, falling towards the northern land.