As Qian Xunzong finished speaking, System Space trembled slightly.
The next moment, white mist churned.
First, a stream of white vapor spread out from the void, followed by a second, then a third.
Countless heavily armored soldiers emerged from the white mist.
They held standard-issue battle spears and carried Soul Tools on their backs, their ranks orderly and their auras formidable.
One unit, ten units, a thousand units, ten thousand units...
The army poured out of System Space like a tide.
It was as though the entire world were spitting out soldiers.
One hundred thousand.
Three hundred thousand.
Five hundred thousand.
Eight hundred thousand.
One million.
When the last soldier emerged from the white mist, Bright Moon City was already completely surrounded by dense masses of troops.
More than a million armored soldiers formed a black iron ring that tightly trapped Bright Moon City.
This was the reward Qian Xunzong had received when he signed in outside the Papal Palace: one thousand standard-issue armored soldiers every day. By now, System Space held over two million troops!
At first, the guards on the city walls thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.
But when they rubbed their eyes and saw the endless military formations outside the city, every one of them froze.
"What is that?"
"An army! It's an army!"
"How many are there?"
"I don't know, there's no end in sight!"
"Quick, report to the palace!"
The guards rushed toward the imperial palace like madmen.
Late at night, Bright Moon Imperial Palace.
Kong Qianqiu had just lain down and had not yet fallen asleep.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
Kong Qianqiu abruptly sat up. "What is it?"
The guard's face was deathly pale. "A huge army has appeared