Zhang Wei remained silent, only focusing on casting spells.

Chapter 140 Zhang Wei remained silent, only focusing on casting spells.

fire!

The fierce flames ignited on the parched land at the slightest touch, and the intense heat relentlessly devoured everything in sight.

run away?

Avoid?

When the illusory sun formed by tens of thousands of runes was shattered by the bizarre dragon-tiger beast's spray and smashing, and when the blazing sun transformed into countless fireballs that ignited all the dry grass and withered trees on the ground, it had already completed its transformation from magic to the physical realm.

Military secrets can indeed enhance the overall strength of soldiers and combine the army's vitality and will with military spirit to form a substantial totem.

But being promoted doesn't mean they've become immortals who are immune to fire and water.

Although the Black Tiger received the dragon energy from the Later Jin Dynasty and transformed into a beast that resembled both a dragon and a tiger, and to some extent possessed some of the dragon's abilities, even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.

Even dragons can only move and roam when there is a torrential rain and a flood.

A bastard who doesn't even have a physical body or a will of his own wants to pray for rain amidst a severe drought and raging fire?

That's a bit too difficult.

In the blink of an eye, the Later Jin troops, who had formed a battle formation, were engulfed by a sea of ​​flames.

The dragon and tiger, controlled by the general, whipped up gusts of wind, blowing the spreading flames in other directions. But beneath the sea of ​​fire, the scorching heat was even more intense under the howling wind.

"what!"

The pig soldiers, still made of flesh and blood, were drenched in sweat from the scorching heat. Their armor, originally meant to protect them from swords and blades, had become airtight steamers under the intense heat, and each soaked pig soldier was enduring unimaginable torment.

Having lived a life of luxury in peacetime, it would be difficult for them to withstand such harsh conditions when suddenly sent to the battlefield.

Every now and then, people would loosen their formation, just to unbutton their shirts and expose more skin to dissipate heat.

Little did they know that their actions had attracted the attention of the King of Hell.

Soon, several pig soldiers, their clothes loosened, saw their skins, no longer covered in sweat, quickly dry and roast. The exposed flesh, cracked by the hot air, caused them to scream in agony. The surrounding pig soldiers, seeing this, were unsure whether to help or not, and stood frozen in place.

The soldiers' hesitation and torment were reflected in the dragon and tiger totem of military strategy. As a result, the dragon and tiger, which were originally proud and looked up to the sky to face the enemy, still had a fierce look in their eyes, but their limbs were constantly scratching and clawing.

The general who noticed this scene turned grim.

Although it had envisioned a scenario where the rebels were rampant and it was powerless to stop them, it never expected that it would be tricked by itself after the battle ended in a draw.

Looking at the Houjinlong, whose head was burned with several large holes and looked like a broken and rotten thing, and then at the endless sea of ​​fire around it and the thunderclouds hidden in the sky, it suddenly felt a sense of desolation, like a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs.

If it were the elite Eight Banners troops before they entered the pass, let alone the current 7,000 iron cavalry, even if there were only 3,000, they would not be in this predicament.

But, unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

From the day they entered the Central Plains, the Eight Banners troops were no longer as brave and unruly as they were on the cold lands of Liaodong!

Their innocent and naive hearts, untouched by the world, had long been captivated by the various extravagant entertainments of the Central Plains. In their pursuit of luxury and indulgence, even the emperor forgot the ancestral teachings of the old emperor. In order to continue the pleasure, they traded with the imperial court to replenish the dragon veins of the Later Jin Dynasty with the spiritual energy of the Central Plains, ultimately turning everyone from humans into this state.

Relying too much on a strong physique and magical spells without the willpower of a gyrfalcon leads to panic at the first sign of difficulty, turning a predicament that could have been resolved simply by enduring it into a near-death experience.

Looking at the demoralized army and the no longer menacing dragon and tiger above, the general lowered his head and pressed the imperial sword in his hand against his cheek.

He murmured softly, "May my ancestors, the three great emperors Kangxi and Qianlong, bless me so that I, with my decaying bones, may slay this traitor and contribute once more to the Later Jin dynasty!"

With devout prayer, the sword suddenly shone brightly!

"hold head high!"

In the blink of an eye, a phantom black dragon shot out from the sword and burrowed into the general's forehead.

With a roar that was not human, the general's body suddenly swelled up, and the warhorse beneath him collapsed under his weight with a mournful cry. The armor tore apart at the joints, revealing the dark brown hair underneath. However, this dark brown hair was now rapidly transforming into a bluish-purple color, and a layer of illusory orange flames rippled around him.

The flesh at the shoulder blades was torn apart, and two arms, resembling battering rams but with sharp nails, emerged.

He snatched off the tattered helmet, and on the bear's face, which had also transformed into a bluish-purple color, a third eye that had sprouted on its forehead darted around.

He looked at his own reflection in the blade so close to his face.

The general, who was already feeling grief, was now filled with an inexplicable anger.

Even the imperial gifts bestowed by the late emperor couldn't escape it, could it be...?

"Hahahaha!"

A gaping maw full of fangs exhaled a breath of hot air, and a booming voice, like a bronze bell, resounded through the army: "You traitor, do you dare come down and fight me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds that had been gathering suddenly contracted.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning, as powerful as a pillar in the imperial palace, struck the general's head in a fleeting moment.

As the light burst forth, a violent explosion followed!

"What are you babbling about!"

Amidst the howling wind, Zhang Wei watched as the Later Jin general, his hair standing on end and his forehead charred black, stared fiercely at him with his three eyes from the sea of ​​fire. He then made a hand seal with his fingers pointing downwards.

The thunderclouds that had stretched for dozens of miles suddenly shrank by half as he moved, and in their place came a much larger and more dazzling bolt of lightning that tore through the barrier between heaven and earth and slammed down on its head.

Unlike others of the same kind, who become lazy after thinking they have received the Buddha's blessings.

Having honed its physical strength and cultivated its spiritual practice for nearly a century, and now blessed by the late emperor and aided by military secrets, how could it possibly be so easily destroyed by rebels with its buffs stacked high?

But at that moment, it still felt excruciating pain all over its body, and its head was so dizzy that it could only hear a piercing buzzing sound!

When the lightning dissipated, it was kneeling in the scorched, blackened crater, its entire body covered in bruises and the gilded spear it had been holding was now dull and lifeless.

The hundreds of pig soldiers who died as if struck by lightning, though not struck by lightning themselves, did not make it pause for even a second. From beginning to end, the general's gaze was fixed on the blurry black shadow on the horizon: "Cowardly wretch, why do you dare not fight me, huh!"

The general roared in fury.

But the only response it received was a dark cloud that had shrunk to almost nothing, and a thunderbolt that was three times more powerful and domineering than the last one!

"Boom!"

At this moment, the heavens and earth were ablaze with white light.

The agonizing, tearing, and slightly tingling pain overwhelmed the kneeling general.

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