Chapter 1922: Chapter 19: Jiang Su’s Death!
The Breaking Army raised a chess piece, gently placed it down.
He exhaled like smoke and said:
"Check, mate."
And at the center, Yuan Zhi held a sword. He stood in a whole encampment surrounded by Si Wei, Siming, and the Whale Hunter, with the ground beneath their feet densely covered in countless formation patterns, transforming the surroundings into eight gates.
With the legendary generals of the world guarding the eight gates, millions of soldiers, world-renowned generals, eight hundred years of glory, and three hundred years of chaos, all converged at a single point.
Breaking Army as the core, Yuan Zhi as the Formation Eye.
Using Yue Pengwu, Yue Qianfeng, Chen Wenmian, Duan Qingyu, Taiping Army, Southwest Army, Allied Forces of the Western Regions, and the newly risen Iron Futu as the eight gates, with the other generals galloping in cooperation, millions of soldiers, Emperor Qin as the core, truly, unprecedented, and unparalleled in history...
The Ranger Yuan Zhi held the sword hilt with both hands and raised the sword high.
His face was pale, eyes fiery.
The flames reflected in his eyes mirrored the galloping world and battlefield.
Within his gaze, one by one, the legendary generals charged across various battlefields following the Breaking Army’s strategy, filled with heroism, ambition, hatred, ultimate skill, the initial ideals, the primal fury, transforming thousands upon thousands of people into the words Taiping.
The Breaking Army’s chess piece fell with a clink.
While the murderous Ranger’s eyes showed determination.
The longsword pierced into the formation eye.
Let us bring an end to this chaotic era, let us open a new age.
He spoke, his voice hoarse like smoke.
"Eight Gates Golden Lock—"
"Open the Formation!!!"
Boom!!!
Long spears and battle halberds clashed heavily together, the exploded torrents like dragons, Jiang Su’s abdomen, a stinging pain, increasingly clear, and at this moment, the Military God finally felt weakened again—
It was not individual martial prowess.
He still had determination, still the unparalleled Martial Arts Legend, but the military’s momentum support was continuously declining, thus the power he could exert began to diminish.
In this chaotic era, the Divine General leading an army was the strongest existence.
Even a Martial Arts Legend cannot be a match.
However, when the military’s momentum is lost, without the support of the military formation, even a military god like a top-notch Military School Great General, loses that sharpness and grandeur, he suddenly feels he’s even gasping.
Is he gasping?
Has this body, that has fought across the world for three hundred years, already grown old?
Jiang Su had to slightly calm his breath, lifting his head to look, seeing the crimson Qilin Cloud Pattern military flags filling his sight, these banners reflected in his eyes like burning flames, sparking and setting the world ablaze.
Inscribed on them were ink-colored characters.
[Taiping]!
[Chen][Yue][Yue][Ye][Zhou][Li]...
The crimson Qilin Cloud Pattern standards seemed to ignite everywhere, charging in different directions across the battlefields, this fierce fire soared to the sky, leaving Jiang Su momentarily lost.
Everything seemed to be a reenactment of the battle in the Western Regions, except at that time, it was merely under Marquis Qin Wu’s Li Guanyi, with ordinary troops, the Qilin Army were far less elite than now.
And now, any component of this dissection combat skill consisted of the world’s renowned generals.
Even Gao Xiang, at this moment, faced containment from the generals led by Yue Pengwu, unable to offer Jiang Su further support, falling into an extremely dire situation, as the entire Ying country’s army, now enveloped by Qin country’s allied forces, torn into pieces, trapped in different areas.
The battle formation was severed.
The doom is sealed.
Yet, the war drums beat fervently, urging people forward.
A legendary general like Jiang Su, at this point, knew that his and Jiang Wanxiang’s grand ambitions were ultimately failures, just like when they had cleared away those who had gone before them, when they were old and decaying, inevitably leading to failure.
What follows, is an inevitably failed decisive battle.
But, even so!
Even knowing the outcome!
How can one not fight until the end?
Knowing the outcome yet fighting to the last, isn’t it exhilarating?
Grandmaster Jiang Su laughed loudly, extending his hand to grasp the cloak above his armor, suddenly ripping it away, then going to steady the teetering Azure Dragon Pattern Standard, amidst the crimson Qilin Army flags surrounding him, this Azure Dragon Pattern Standard still danced wildly.
This was the flag of Ying Country, also Ying Country’s last national fortune.
Jiang Su held this standard in his hand.
Clutching tightly in his grasp.
Thus, this Azure Dragon Standard stood isolated and stubbornly erect in the center of the battlefield.
This powerful, commanding, invincible, unscrupulous, vile, ugly, Divine General who had sustained the country for hundreds of years, grasped the Silent Annihilation Divine Spear, with the cold Military Evil Qi rising fiercely to the sky.
Jiang Wanxiang’s dream ended.
With the end of this dream, the Grandmaster too perished.
But the Military God Jiang Su appeared here again, to pursue his life’s finale, he charged forward, the rest of the Qilin Army generals obeyed military orders, refraining from intercepting the Military God to avoid unnecessary sacrifices when strategically advantageous.
Li Guanyi personally advanced to confront Jiang Su.
Jiang Su roared, his Silent Annihilation Divine Spear unrivaled in sharpness.
The two clashed on the battlefield.
The sound of weapons colliding thundered across the entire battlefield, swept across these over three hundred years of chaotic era, spanned the decade-long standoff and conflicts between Emperor Qin and Jiang Su.
In the sky, layers upon layers of Military Evil Qi swept across, morphing into an ocean of clouds, spreading upward as Jiang Su’s Military Soul and Dharma Form transformed into the Golden-armored God-man, Emperor Qin’s Five Dharma Forms transformed into a Divine Dragon, as both sides battled fiercely.
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