Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 89: The Final Battle, Behind the Wind 8 Array Maps (Requesting First Subscription)

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: The Final Battle, Behind the Wind 8 Array Maps (Requesting First Subscription)

Within the Yin Soil.

Song Lin consumed the jade shavings rice, watching the last trace of ghost energy within him dissipate completely.

"It worked!" Song Lin thought to himself.

The jade shavings rice alone was not enough to neutralize the pill’s effects; it needed to be paired with some potent ingredients.

With this realization, he returned to the real world, successfully erasing the pill’s potency and breaking free from Ziyuan’s control.

However, his main focus remained on the Altar Temple World.

At the Grand Altar.

In the solemn and majestic temple hall rested a Jade Seal in offering.

After the world was divided in two, the Jade Seal underwent a transformation.

Song Lin stepped forward, taking the Jade Seal to sense its internal changes.

Its capacity had increased from one million to three million.

Refining Rampant Soldiers wasn’t a one-off process with no follow-up.

The Refining Soldiers ritual required a Soldier and Horse Altar, where ghosts and gods dwelled inside the altar. Every so often, a ritual had to be performed to gather Rampant Soldiers.

When the numbers surged, reaching millions, the cost of such rituals became exorbitant.

But with the Jade Seal, a simple offering to it sufficed.

This was the key to the rapid expansion of Rampant Soldier numbers.

This time, aside from the increased capacity, it gained an additional feature.

Song Lin held the Jade Seal, raised a bowl of clear water, and began chanting softly before covering the water with the Seal in the void.

"Obey the laws, Rampant Soldiers, come forth to my altar!"

A bowl of clear water was splashed onto several Rampant Soldiers.

"Ahh!!"

White mist billowed, and amidst ghastly screams, ghosts transformed into Rampant Soldiers.

The Water Technique Refining Soldiers ritual had become even simpler.

"It’s time to accelerate things!" Song Lin murmured to himself.

There were less than eight days until the launch.

In the eighteenth year of the Altar Temple system.

Through nationwide efforts, Rampant Soldiers had reached three million.

Chen Yixin, having fought for years, was nearing the end of his lifespan. However, after consuming the jade shavings rice, his vitality was restored considerably.

In the nineteenth year of the Altar Temple system.

Luoyang, the Wei Imperial City.

In the royal court, civil and military officials had gathered. Upon the throne sat a middle-aged man, seven feet tall, with narrow eyes and a long beard.

Contrary to the infamous rumors of a savage and brutal demeanor, Huang Cao’s actual appearance was surprisingly unremarkable.

The Prime Minister began reciting the imperial edict.

"The Chen Family’s mandate has come to its end, the Wei Court has claimed rule over the Central Plains. From the Four Seas, none dare oppose us. Is this mere human effort? Nay, it is the will of Heaven! Yet the rebel Chen has seized divine artifacts, disregarded ancestral commands, and defied Heaven’s mandate..."

Having endured for years, Huang Cao could no longer hold back and began his southward campaign.

He was old. The longer he delayed, the worse it would be for him. His remaining lifespan was limited, and his son might not fare well against the three brothers of Shu Country.

"Men, deliver my orders—prepare three thousand boys and girls for sacrifice to the Heavenly Sect Leader!"

At the command, soldiers immediately stormed into civilians’ homes, abducting children.

When the King called for three thousand, it wasn’t necessarily strictly three thousand. Providing more offered no reward, but fewer would undoubtedly incur punishment.

Subsequently, the boys and girls were subjected to a blood sacrifice. The blood-soaked ritual stained the skies a deep crimson.

A colossal dharma image manifested in the skies above.

Surrounding the image were innumerable Flying Head Barbarians, fierce ghosts, Medium Boys, and more.

Through years of warfare, they had amassed a considerable number of supernatural assets.

The Wei Kingdom gathered an army of one million, accompanied by eighty thousand Yin Soldiers marching toward the border.

On the other side, the Chen Country, mobilizing all its national strength, also drew up an army of one million, along with three million Rampant Soldiers and Yin Soldiers.

This time, both sides shared an unspoken agreement—strategies and tactics were trivial. They aimed for an outright confrontation, a decisive victory to annihilate the other.

A battle involving millions, even in ancient times, was exceedingly rare.

Banners swayed like a forest, divine armor blocked out the sun.

At a glance, the armies stretched endlessly, resembling an ocean.

Evil Qi surged into the heavens.

Soon, the two massive armies paused, halting in confrontation.

On the vast battlefield, two opposing camps stared each other down.

Ominous clouds churned in the sky, faintly revealing millions of Rampant Soldiers, tens of thousands of Flying Head Barbarians, Cannibal Barbarians, and more.

Behind the armies stood a towering, inverted dharma image.

On the other side, the Heavenly Sect Leader’s dharma image loomed as well.

In the Wei Army’s vanguard, a nine-foot-tall man with a tiger’s head and fierce, round eyes stepped forward.

"Great Wei North Tiger Marshal, do you dare to face me in battle?"

"Roar!!"

A colossal roaring tiger’s phantom appeared behind him, revealing his ghostly god nature—his original form was likely a Tiger Demon.

"Humph! Seven Saints General Dai Li will meet you in combat!"

A short, stocky figure with a pair of swords and a dog-like nose—the hound spirit Dai Li—stepped forth to fight.

"Hahaha! So it’s just a stray dog!" North Tiger Marshal mocked, eliciting raucous laughter from the Wei Army ranks.

Dai Li said nothing, charging ahead of his own accord.

North Tiger Marshal waved his hands, summoning dozens of vicious and ominous ghost followers.

"Hahaha! I have numbers on my side; what can you possibly do?"

The ghosts encircled Dai Li tightly, ready to end him when he suddenly spat out a crimson pearl the size of a bowl.

This was a thousand-year-old Dog Treasure, unparalleled in its offensive power.

Bang!

The North Tiger Marshal, caught off guard, was struck squarely in the chest by the pearl. A hole was blasted through him, shattering his organs. He collapsed, lifeless.

"Hahaha, so this is all you’ve got?" Dai Li sneered at the Wei Army, casually severed the North Tiger Marshal’s head, and leisurely retreated to his own lines.

As the saying goes: "The East Mountain hound spirit runs rampant, its treasured artifact formidable beyond measure."

This act enraged the Wei Army.

In the heavenly army formations, thunderous drumming ensued.

Dark clouds floated in, arranged in the positions of the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams. Each cloud carried a bare-chested Medium Boy pounding a thunder drum, accompanied by leaping and chanting demons.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Crimson lightning bolts descended from the sky.

Flying Head Barbarians weaved through the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams Array, inflicting heavy casualties on the Rampant Soldiers and the descending spirits with the combination of lightning and aerial strikes.

"Hahaha! Thunder King is here—the brave, come meet your end!"

A colossal dharma body ten feet tall, surging with thunderlight, laughed wildly.

This formation was the Thunder Light Formation, the Thunder King’s ultimate technique.

"Altar Master, let me handle this," Erlang God stepped forward.

"Very well, but be cautious."

As soon as the words fell, Erlang God led three thousand Erlang’s infantry and ten thousand Rampant Soldiers into battle.

"I, Erlang God of Guan River Mouth, have arrived!!"

The Rampant Soldiers formed a Fish Scale Formation, while Erlang’s infantry shaped two auxiliary formations of water and fire on the flanks.

Erlang God drew his bow and loosed arrows, each one precisely striking the drum players.

With the unstoppable charge of the infantry and Rampant Soldiers, the Thunder King began showing signs of defeat.

"Brothers, attack with everything you’ve got!!"

The warm-ups concluded as commanders from both sides gave the signal, and millions of troops clashed.

In the skies overhead, Rampant Soldiers and the Yin Soldiers of the Heavenly Ancient Sect engaged in fierce combat.

The Heavenly Ancient Sect employed a mixed formation, using Flying Head Barbarians as long-range units and Blood Divinations, Snake Divinations, and Tiger Divinations as the main force.

The Donghua Sect relied on Rampant Soldiers as its core, arranging them in the Six Flower Formation—a flexible combination of offense and defense—while Water Snake Soldiers took up the Long Snake Formation, spewing Evil Qi to form a massive serpent.

On the side of the Heavenly Sect Leader, Song Lin commanded 1.6 million Rampant Soldiers, dividing them into groups of two hundred thousand per formation.

There were eight formations in total: the Heavenly Covering Formation, Earth Carrying Formation, Wind-Raising Formation, Cloud Drooping Formation... The 1.6 million troops were arranged per the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams, encircling the Heavenly Sect Leader in a strangling configuration.

"This is!" The Heavenly Sect Leader’s pupils contracted.

He had never expected anyone to train over a million soldiers to such a degree of precision.

"Die!"

At Song Lin’s command, the formations began spinning, contracting inward, resembling either a strangling vortex or a snake hunting its prey.

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