Looking at the old comrades who had been with him for hundreds of years, Ying Zheng strode over and helped them up one by one.
"Bai Qi, lead the Azure Dragon Legion and annihilate the Dragon Race."
"Meng Tian, lead the White Tiger Legion and annihilate the Undead Race."
"Li Mu, lead the Vermilion Bird Legion and annihilate the Ghost Race."
"Le Yi, lead the Black Tortoise Legion and annihilate the Machine Race."
"Wang Jian, lead the Qilin Legion and defend the Great Wall. Reinforce the four legions whenever the battle demands it."
Then he turned to Confucius, Shakyamuni, and Little White beside him and said, "Confucianism will assist Meng Tian in annihilating the Undead Race."
"Buddhism will assist Li Mu in annihilating the Ghost Race."
"According to our earlier deployment, Le Yi will return to reinforce Meng Tian after annihilating the Ghost Race."
"Our Spirit Beast friends will hold the Great Wall and reinforce the four legions whenever needed."
"Meng Tian, command of the Spatial Secret Realm is yours."
Ying Zheng's imposing gaze swept over every general before his voice softened. "Old comrades! Come back... alive. I'll be waiting to drink your victory wine."
Ying Zheng slowly turned his back to them and said with regal authority, "Go!"
"As you command!"
Warmth filled the generals' hearts as they headed toward their respective legions.
They still had to rally their troops for war.
In this battle, many were destined never to return.
For their planet, for their country, for their families, they had no other choice.
Races of the universe, if you want war, then come.
These were only the frontline legions. Countless other forces supported them from behind.
Satellite-class weapons rose into the sky one after another, flying above the continent.
Like stars filling the heavens, they spread out