Blood God Legion

As Chu Zi'ang stepped into the War God Temple, quite a few people around him silently sized him up with wary eyes.

The sudden arrival of such a handsome young man inevitably stirred some doubts in their minds.

But before the staff could ask him anything, Chu Zi'ang calmly walked forward. "I would like to join the War God Temple and go to the military front lines."

He was very direct, and his words left several staff members stunned.

Plenty of people applied to join the War God Temple every day, but few in his age group actually passed the screening.

After all, the War God Temple had always maintained strict requirements, the most essential of which was that recruits had to have a military service record.

They mainly selected powerful individuals from within the military and rarely accepted outsiders like him.

That was why the receptionist was somewhat dazed. But before the receptionist could speak, the door was abruptly pushed open.

A middle-aged man in military uniform strode out. His gaze settled on Chu Zi'ang, and their eyes met.

The aura of a Titled Douluo burst from him in an instant, while five Soul Rings quietly lit up around Chu Zi'ang.

His fifth Soul Ring was actually fake, but that hardly mattered. His combat strength had little to do with his Soul Rings anyway.

He relied on his own combat strength and the boosts Li Qingxun provided after growing stronger.

Thus, Chu Zi'ang's combat strength had already reached the five-ring level. It was simply that, to keep a low profile, Li Qingxun had always made their group conceal their strength at four rings.

Revealing it now was no great matter.

The young man looked barely into his twenties, with a tall, straight figure. He stood there quietly, utterly unafraid of the middle-aged man's powerful presence.

That alone greatly pleased the middle-aged man, and the young man's cultivation was not bad either.

A Soul King in his early twenties would count as a top-tier genius anywhere.

"You want to join the War God Temple and fight on the front lines? Then tell me, which front do you want to go to?"

As he spoke, the man took a step forward, a formidable aura building within him.

Chu Zi'ang answered without the slightest hesitation. "I want to go to the Abyss Plane and join the Blood God Legion there."

"But I can't join them directly, so I hope to go there with the War God Temple backing me."

Chu Zi'ang's voice was calm, but as his words fell, the middle-aged man's questioning expression abruptly froze.

He stared fixedly at Chu Zi'ang, and their eyes met once more.

One was a soldier; the other was cold by nature.

As their gazes locked, the middle-aged man could clearly tell that the young man before him was not lying.

He truly wanted to join the Blood God Legion, but the Abyss Plane was an extremely dangerous place.

Even members of the Eighteen War Gods like themselves were unwilling to go there.

The danger there far exceeded what most people imagined.

Calling it certain death might have been an exaggeration, but it was certainly nine chances of death to one of survival.

Moreover, once someone went in, getting out was exceedingly difficult.

Although military merits could be earned fastest there, personnel of various Commandant Ranks were commonplace, and some had even accumulated enough merits to reach General Rank.

But the death rate was truly high. Almost every ten years, an entire generation was replaced.

After twenty years or so, only a scant handful remained.

For a young man to suddenly declare his willingness to go to such a place truly shocked him.

Seeing that Chu Zi'ang was sincere, the middle-aged man stepped forward and extended his hand. "Jiang Zhanheng, War God of the War God Temple. What's your name?"

"Chu Zi'ang."

Chu Zi'ang's reply was concise, and he reached out to shake Jiang Zhanheng's hand.

Feeling the strength of Chu Zi'ang's body, Jiang Zhanheng nodded in satisfaction.

He did not ask Chu Zi'ang why he wanted to go somewhere as terrifying as the Abyss Plane.

If someone dared to go, he would let them.

And give them the respect they deserved.

After all, going to the Abyss Plane was no different from seeking death.

Had someone spoken of going elsewhere, many people would likely have mocked them.

But in the military, as long as you said you wanted to guard the Abyss Plane, they would arrange to send you there even if you were a condemned prisoner.

They would let you die a worthy death in service to your country.

Under these circumstances, he naturally welcomed anyone willing to go, so he turned his calm gaze toward the registration clerk.

"Register him. His name is Chu Zi'ang. There's no need to record his age. His destination is the Blood God Legion."

Jiang Zhanheng looked at the clerk as he spoke. As the clerk began the registration, Chu Zi'ang calmly walked over.

After entering his facial and identity information, the young clerk's expression grew somewhat strange.

They could find no record of anyone named Chu Zi'ang in the Federation's database.

But looking at Jiang Zhanheng standing there, the young clerk merely fell silent for a moment before fabricating a household registration and submitting it.

This was no great matter to them. Especially once his destination was confirmed, casually transferring to another post would be impossible.

Going to the Blood God Legion meant seeking death. No one would transfer a person's registration out of the Blood God Legion.

Unless that person retired or left the Blood God Legion.

Otherwise, the Blood God Legion's household registration records were kept under absolute secrecy.

Thus, to the young man, a false identity was no great matter. There was not even any need to alert this important figure.

After quickly processing the identity, the clerk stood and respectfully handed over a box.

Inside the box were a standard-issue Identity Card and an Information Registration Card.

Scanning the Information Registration Card would reveal details such as the holder's identity and military registration.

Once all the information had been entered, the young man gave both of them a military salute.

Jiang Zhanheng then led Chu Zi'ang outside.

A row of soul-guided armored vehicles was already lined up outside.

Several Mecha of yellow grade or higher stood guard around them, with a purple Mecha at the front.

Jiang Zhanheng stepped into a black Mecha and beckoned to Chu Zi'ang.

Chu Zi'ang followed him inside. As the Mecha took flight, the group headed into the distance.

After confirming that Chu Zi'ang was on his way to the Blood God Legion, Li Qingxun stretched.

Naturally, Jiang Zhanheng and his people could not enter the Blood God Legion's heartland, but they could find a nearby town and drop Chu Zi'ang off there.

Then he could make his way to the Blood God Legion using his War God Temple credentials.

As for whether he might die, Li Qingxun had not considered it.

He certainly lacked many support abilities at present, but using Fantasy Power to help Chu Zi'ang survive and then secure him an official post should not be difficult.

Of all the legions, the Blood God Legion placed the least importance on status and background.

The other legions included enormous forces such as the Northern Legion, the Southern Legion, the Eastern Legion, the Sea God Legion, and the Federation's Central Legion.

Then there were the smaller legions, many of which were family-based forces.

The Southern Legion went without saying. With the Yue Family's Angel City standing there, its supreme commander was certain to be a member of the Yue Family.

The several core commanders immediately beneath that position were also certain to be members of the Yue Family.

The Central Legion hardly needed mentioning either. Many of its members were second-generation elites.

Although Dong Zi'an in the North was fairly capable, he too had his own faction.

Only the Blood God Legion placed the least weight on factional ties.

Because a batch of people died every few years, those with strength and ability could most easily earn status, official posts, and military merits there.