The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 18: Undying Army

Vol 2 Chapter 18: Undying Army

In the mining tunnel, someone who had been digging tirelessly with five hundred thousand iron cavalry lay sprawled on the ground in a star shape.

Was this why he had transmigrated—just to mine? He wondered.

No!

Thinking carefully, although the system had been silent lately, this was a low-martial world where an army still mattered—the emperor definitely wasn't some planet-busting monster. How could he admit defeat without even facing the new emperor?

He was a transmigrator, one with a system—how could he fear some native from this world!

Maybe he couldn't win immediately, but someday, he would confront that super powerhouse.

With heroic spirit, he spent extravagantly: "System, purchase targeted tactical map! Lock onto the emperor and show me his status panel!"

His vision continuously ascended, crossing thousands of miles, looking down upon a battlefield from above.

An incredibly brutal battlefield, one so frenzied it seemed impossible for this world.Crimson stained the earth, yet not a drop of blood was visible. Bones littered the battlefield, yet not a single complete body remained.

This was one man butchering an entire army, a natural disaster ravaging a dynasty—not a war.

An incredibly brutal battlefield, one so frenzied it seemed impossible for this world.

Fully armored iron cavalry riding bone horses that knew no fear of death were instantly swept away, scattering into iron and bone, merging with the dust.

Forests of spears, guided by fierce generals, concentrated into one entity. The soaring murderous aura felt almost tangible, yet it snapped like toothpicks brushed by ten-thousand-ton boulders.

Hundred-ton boulders thrown at subsonic speeds, giant crossbows capable of hunting fierce generals firing arrow curtains that blotted the sky, controlled behemoths roaring as they spewed scorching currents... Useless! Useless! Useless! Such feeble power couldn't even slow that person for an instant.

But the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty's army was the strongest of all dynasties.

The army swallowed by the Undying Monarch at the dynasty's end was the strongest force of the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty.

The army contained not only standing soldiers, but also the ancestral spirits accumulated within the soldiers' bodies since the dynasty's founding.

Using flesh as temples, enshrining generations of ancestral spirits, a thousand years of combat memories flowed through their spirits. Their unyielding battle will nearly overwhelmed their individual selves. Under the battle formation that united the entire army, they not only gained the qualification to challenge the ultimate powerhouse, but could also summon the strongest warriors throughout history.

Gaunt skeletons raised banners high, facing the natural disaster before them without fear, shouting with all their might: "Undying Army, come!"

How did they defeat those competitors protected by divine beasts to establish a dynasty belonging solely to humans?

Due to the backlash of human principles, divine beasts rarely personally appeared on battlefields or fought at full strength, but they were still natural disasters.

Collapsing mountains, splitting earth, floods sweeping thousands of miles, frost freezing midsummer, falling meteorites...

They needed unparalleled courage found nowhere else in the world, determination to conquer calamities, insight to strike at vulnerabilities... Countless obstacles blocked the path to victory, but they ultimately prevailed.

"Cloud-Piercing Spear, present!"

Using flesh as temples, enshrining generations of Ancestral Spirits, a thousand years of combat memories flowed through their spirits. Their unyielding battle will nearly overwhelmed their individual selves. Under the battle formation that united the entire army, they not only gained the qualification to challenge the ultimate powerhouse, but could also summon the strongest warriors throughout history.

"Vinegar-Slaying Blade, present!"

When floods covered thousands of miles, we dove into rivers and stripped the tendons of the river-manipulating vinegar.

"Ice-Shattering Mace, present!"

When frost fell across the nine provinces, we shattered the ice and crushed the skull of the frost-summoning insect.

"Mountain-Moving Whip, present!" "Star-Falling Lance, present!" "Soul-Severing Scythe, present!"...

Each name corresponded to a peerless divine weapon forged by human hands, corresponding to the legacy of a peerless fierce general, corresponding to bloodlines passed down for millennia and military spirit unchanged for a thousand years.

A hundred phantom figures merged into one person, raising divine weapons high, speaking the names that represented their glory.

Their faces remained blurred, their bodies merely spirit forms, but the soaring battle will, the sharp combat energy that could alter mountains and rivers, was crystal clear.

Twenty-five Heavenly Transformation realm powerers actually appeared all at once.

With them as the center, they established twenty-five protection circles under Mo Wen's suppression while he wasn't using full power.

The Ancestral Spirit Dynasty's army surrounded them, reforming an encirclement around Mo Wen who had stopped to appreciate the strong warriors.

The transmigrator who accidentally witnessed this scene was too shocked to speak.

He had gone through countless hardships just to rent five hundred thousand Chenyao Dynasty standard iron cavalry. Placed on this battlefield, he felt they would be like "those crushed insects" getting their camp raided by a hundred cavalry. Yet these "insects" seemed to have multiple revivals, multiple lives, and any one randomly summoned peerless fierce general felt capable of taking his head from amidst ten thousand troops.

Where did this army even come from?

He glanced at the status panel, looking at the words "Ancestral Spirit Dynasty Undying Army (from Ancestral Spirit Dynasty, late dynasty period)," his mind filled with questions about how such an incredible dynasty could have fallen.

And what kind of monster was the opponent?

"Divine Martial Emperor (current output: extremely low)."

Extremely low? No way—this level of natural disaster power was extremely low? And why wasn't the panel displaying properly!

Maybe he should just surrender. The transmigrator was almost despairing.

Mo Wen suddenly looked up, following the gaze that was watching him. He sensed no hostility, guessing someone might have noticed the unusual situation here and was just taking a look. He never minded this sort of thing.

Compared to that weak gaze, he was more interested in the peerless fierce generals before him.

Some of them were still enshrined as human heroic spirits in the Chenyao Dynasty, some had even ascended to become Heavenly Stars. Yet now they raised their weapons before him, fighting for the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty.

Maintained through bloodline inheritance, sustained through worship, made durable through ascension to Heavenly Stars—Mo Wen didn't care about any of this. He didn't care how much these beings matched their living selves, but he felt he couldn't simply destroy them.

Mo Wen said sincerely: "I am Mo Wen, Divine Martial Emperor of the Chenyao Dynasty. Would you be willing to serve under me?"

Power and authority surpassing these twenty-five individuals, surpassing the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty's final army, surpassing all enemies before them—burst forth from Mo Wen.

Destruction or continuation was never a simple question, but for this final army of the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty, they had only one answer.

Fight, until death ends it.

Their weapons swung only for the dynasty they served. Even facing a natural disaster-level powerful enemy, they would fight to their last drop of blood, until their souls scattered.

But obviously, no emperor would accept their most loyal army dying meaninglessly.

"Cease fighting."

In a corner of the battlefield, large numbers of souls mixed together, barely forming a human shape.

Somewhat similar to the Undying Monarch whom Mo Wen had shattered earlier, yet slightly different.

"Our grandson who makes us proud in the path of souls isn't skilled at communication. It seems he didn't pass down our discovery before falling into death-like slumber."

"This battle is unnecessary. Although he might have made some foolish mistakes, we believe we can explain."

"Stand down, generals. Emperor of later generations, please hear us out."