Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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These were the last words the ghost general heard. Then his head was severed by a long blade that suddenly appeared behind him, and his body was injected with fierce and domineering holy flames.

The Yin energy that made up his body became the best fuel for the Holy Flame, instantly turning the ghost soldiers and the ghost horse into a giant torch. Undeterred by the burning Holy Flame, Mo Jiang grabbed the ghost general and lifted him up from the ground, using his waist to lift the ghost and horse together, and smashed them towards the ghost soldier formation.

Then, with a loud "bang!", the fireball that crashed into the formation became a giant firework, exploding violently. The yin energy, like burning oil, burst out in all directions, carrying holy flames.

Once a ghost is touched by the holy flame, its entire body is set ablaze, and it is often burned to ashes in just a few breaths.

The flames, highly concentrated from the fanatical holy light, were seen by the ghost soldiers as the most terrifying poison in the world. Once touched, they were like a persistent ailment, impossible to shake off, and brought unbearable pain to these already dead ghosts.

That was a pain I had never experienced before, in all my life and after death combined.

It was a fanatical, domineering, egotistical, and singular will that forcibly instilled itself into their structure, forcibly distorting and transforming them.

Faith, thought, and everything in the past will be forcibly altered before the Holy Flame.

No ghost soldier could completely withstand the burning of the holy flame, but every ghost soldier who was tainted by the holy flame understood one thing very well.

That is, if they withstand the holy flame, what awaits them will be an outcome even more unacceptable than death or the annihilation of their souls.

The nearly one thousand ghost soldiers quickly transformed into a huge bonfire, with holy flames soaring into the sky like pillars of fire, making Granny Tang and Nie Moli even feel a touch of warmth in the wind of the ghost realm.

Compared to the ignited ghost soldiers, the Holy Flame did not show its fangs to the two companions. Therefore, in their eyes, the flame was nothing special except for being white.

Finally, after turning all the ghost soldiers into fuel for the holy flames, Mo Jiang sheathed the Tang Hengdao and hung it on Tian Jie's body.

"I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect that these hundreds of people who looked tough were all just empty shells."

Mo Jiang's voice made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction, and even carried an extremely obvious sarcasm: "The Cumans are harder to fight than these strange creatures."

Perhaps it was because the attributes were too restrained, or perhaps it was because Mo Jiang was really too strong. This army, which was enough to destroy a county in the real world, was nothing more than a group of rabble that Mo Jiang could kill at will.

From the first charge to the complete annihilation of the demon soldiers, the total time taken was no more than ten minutes.

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159. Red and white clash, time to catch the ghost!

"So, you're really not some kind of reincarnation of Xiang Yu or Lu Bu?"

One person single-handedly fought against nearly a thousand ghost soldiers, annihilating them all in less than ten minutes and turning them into giant torches. Even Nie Moli, who is usually calm, rarely made a comment about this.

Just now, she witnessed a war on the back of the Heavenly Tribulation that rivaled the epic tales of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

No, that's not right.

Calling it a war is giving too much credit to the ghost soldiers. A war is one in which both sides engage in large-scale, back-and-forth fighting, resulting in casualties on both sides.

What just happened was clearly a one-sided massacre by Mo Jiang.

"Someone like you, if even one side of the ambush at Gaixia had been missing, Liu Bang wouldn't have dared to show his face. Come to think of it, is your genetic makeup more than 50% human?"

"It's hard to say. If I were left at Gaixia, it's really hard to say how effective the ambush would be, unless Liu Bang is holding a heavenly sword."

With Mo Jiang's current strength, the ambush from all sides in the normal historical timeline would definitely not be a dead end for him, unless he was not in the normal historical timeline, but on the set of "Legend of the Emperor".

However, this only applies to situations where one side is surrounded.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, had lost the hearts of the people in Chu. Of his eight thousand men from Jiangdong, only a dozen or so remained by his side. In this situation, let alone making a comeback, it was better to start a new game.

In any case, given Mo Jiang's not particularly high level of command ability, there's no point in continuing to struggle in this situation other than restarting it.

Granny Tang carefully examined Mo Jiang's armor. She had clearly seen that when the ghost soldiers were cut down and shattered, one or two wisps of yin energy were absorbed by the armor.

Armor that has been on the battlefield and stained with human blood is inherently fierce and menacing.

Now, after wreaking havoc in the Ghost Realm, its ferocity has only increased to a new level.

After thinking for a moment, Granny Yu said, "Your armor and weapons have reached the point where they are imbued with life and spirit. If you have the opportunity, you can find a ghost craftsman to temper them."

Upon hearing a certain term uttered by Granny Yu, Mo Jiang paused slightly, then repeated, "Ghost General?"

"Ghost craftsmen, the 'craftsman' in 'craftsman,' are mostly craftsmen with top-notch skills who unfortunately die unexpectedly when completing their masterpiece, leaving them with unfulfilled regrets and grievances, and they become ghosts. Compared to them, they are not very threatening; they only use their knowledge to create a masterpiece of the highest level of skill."

"Someone once bound the Ghost Craftsman into his own body and became a Ghost Craftsman for a certain faction. During that time, he mass-produced a lot of things that could be effective against ghosts."

What happened to that person afterward?

"He died. His head was smashed by the craftsman's hammer. The exact reason is unknown, but it's likely that the craftsman wanted to create a masterpiece, not be treated like an assembly line worker. This made him feel that his skills were insulted. You know, the young people these days really don't respect the skills passed down from the past."

Mo Jiang nodded. Because of the internet, a lot of information is accessible to people with almost no barriers; they can find it with just a few taps on their phones.

The advantage of such a convenient and fast information access channel is that information can spread across the 9.6 million square kilometers of land in three days. The disadvantage is that some people do not have as much reverence for knowledge.

It is obvious that differences in opinion can lead to conflict.

After silently noting down the information about the "Ghost Craftsman," Mo Jiang pulled on the reins and continued forward with Tian Jie.

Perhaps it was because Mo Jiang killed the ghost soldiers too quickly and cleanly that there were no strange things or even a few gusts of cold wind along that stretch of road.

If it weren't for the eerie surroundings and the fact that it was half dark and half light, Mo Jiang would have thought he had wandered into some remote, deserted place.

Perhaps out of boredom, Mo Jiang asked as he walked, "By the way, Grandma, you said you wanted to use the tree heart to exchange with the Thousand-Child Tree to remove the mark. What if the Thousand-Child Tree doesn't agree?"

Granny Yu, on horseback, pondered for a moment before speaking, "Then we can only try to reason with her. Granny brought so many things here precisely to reason with her."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jiang understood that this trip was entirely a case of "courtesy first, then force."

If the Thousand-Child Tree takes the heartwood and removes the mark, then everything will be fine.

If they accept the item but don't remove the mark, or even refuse the tree heart altogether, acting as if they absolutely want Nie Moli's life...

Then it's time for both sides to use their own methods.

Mo Jiang had no objection to this, and even suspected that there was no possibility of the matter being properly completed on this trip.

Ultimately, we always have to go through with it.

Mo Jiang's intuition was reminding him of this, so he trusted his feelings and believed that they wouldn't deceive him.

As they were talking, they moved forward and found themselves in a forest.

Just then, the sound of suona horns suddenly rang out from two different directions. Although they were the same instrument, they were in different tunes.

Joy on one side, sorrow on the other.

Upon hearing this, Granny Yu's expression changed drastically, and she looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Suddenly, a wedding procession with eight sedan chairs appeared on one side, scattering red paper everywhere. Everyone was dressed in festive red clothes and playing trumpets and suonas.

On the other side was a procession carrying a coffin, scattering paper money everywhere. Everyone was dressed in mourning clothes, and the mournful music was mixed with crying.

However, both groups of people had deathly pale faces, which clearly indicated that they were not human!

"Oh no, it's a clash of red and white!"

Even without Yubaba's reminder, Sumi was deeply moved when she saw this scene.

Having experienced so many supernatural events before, he wasn't particularly bothered by them, but Mo Jiang had seen this scene in one of Uncle Ying's movies.

Considering the two people on the Heavenly Tribulation Warhorse, Mo Jiang originally planned to lead the warhorse away quickly, but in the blink of an eye, two teams, one in red and one in white, had already surrounded them in the center and charged straight at them without stopping.

Suddenly, a cold wind rushed towards him, causing Mo Jiang to close his eyes. But in the short time it took to close and open his eyes, Granny Tang and Nie Moli had already disappeared.

Not only the people, but also the five hunting dogs, the golden eagle, and even the Heavenly Tribulation Warhorse disappeared. Mo Jiang was left holding only half a rein.

At this moment, the two teams, one red and one white, had already passed each other and were quickly leaving.

Just then, everyone, including the ghosts, heard a cold laugh.

"Hey, where are you taking people?"

The voices were filled with undisguised ferocity and malevolence. The two teams, one in red and one in white, were planning to leave quickly, but at that moment they discovered that flames had inexplicably begun to burn on the ground.

If it were ordinary flames, they could simply pass over them.

But what they were facing at this moment was flames formed by the highly compressed internal energy after mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

"You think you can just grab someone and run away? I don't think you take me seriously at all!"

"drink!!!"

With a loud shout, several pillars of mud shot up from the ground, and Mo Jiang used this explosive force to soar into the sky, delivering a powerful blow from above.

The fiery clouds overhead were like heavenly fire descending upon the world, burning away all impurities.

Fiery Cloud Palm - Heavenly Fire Burns the City!

"Get ready to catch the ghost!"

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160. Oh no, I forgot to write the 9/11 joke on September 11th.

Crimson flames descended from the sky, launching a relentless bombardment directly at the Red and White Demons.

Mo Jiang is neither a zombie nor a Taoist priest from the Maoshan sect, and he knows very little about things like the "Red and White Encountering Evil."

But he was very clear about one thing: ghosts could hurt him, and he could hurt ghosts.

When both sides are capable of harming each other, the rest depends on their own methods.

The calamity-inducing flames fell from the sky, engulfing everything in sight, from the forest to the crimson and white-clad ranks.

But facing the domineering flames of extreme strength and yang, the Red and White Demons let out a contemptuous laugh. As the flames approached them, they were blocked by an invisible wall and could not advance an inch.

Upon seeing this, Mo Jiang unleashed his inner power, continuously circulating his internal energy, and blasted more than a dozen fireballs downwards.

The fireball looked only the size of a fist; too much for starting a fire, too little for cooking rice.

But upon seeing this scene, the smiles on the Red and White Demons' faces vanished. Sensing the power contained within the fireball, even they, being demons themselves, could no longer laugh.

Because that wasn't a small fireball at all.

But:

Nine Yang Little Thunderbolt!

The intense energy, brimming with the internal force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, combined with the scorching heat that could melt iron and gold, cracked the ground and created craters, making the temperature in the entire open environment unbearably hot.

Judging by its power alone, even a fierce demon like the Red and White Clash would lose the composure to laugh out loud.

Even more so because he was facing someone as vicious as Mo Jiang, his overwhelming killing intent was like that of a ferocious beast unleashed from its cage.

From the perspective of the Red Demon and the White Demon, one can also see a scene that ordinary people and ghosts cannot see.

Nine suns hung in the sky, and dragons and elephants clashed. Beneath this extraordinary phenomenon, however, lay a mighty and valiant overlord with the strength to uproot mountains.

Several figures immediately flew out from the Red and White Duo team, crashing into the incoming Nine Yang Little Thunderbolt, attempting to detonate this extremely fierce and domineering power prematurely.

Although both the Red Joy and White Mourning teams are part of the Red and White Duo, they are not the main body. If the Red and White Duo are considered as one person, then the ghosts in the accompanying teams are more like parts of that person's body.

Seeing the reaction of the Red and White Duo, Mo Jiang couldn't help but sneer. With a flick of his finger, the Nine Yang Thunderbolt suddenly accelerated several times and took a curved path to bypass the charging ghost.

Before its power reaches the "Nine Yang" level, the Nine Yang Little Thunderbolt is just an ordinary linear qi cannon. However, once its power reaches the "Nine Yang" level, it gains the ability to control it flexibly.

With enough self-control, one could learn from Vegeta and use a Prince's Fighting Technique.

Bypassing the red and white evil spirits, the Nine Yang Little Thunderbolt crashed into the two teams at high speed, and then suddenly detonated.

"Boom!!!!"

Despite the explosion of the Nine Suns Little Thunderbolt, not a single ghost was destroyed.

Before the explosion, the core of both teams—the bridal sedan chair in the Red Fiend formation and the coffin in the White Fiend formation—exuded a thick layer of Yin energy, enveloping the Nine Yang Little Thunderbolt and forcibly withstanding the power of the explosion.

The violent explosion caused the shockwave to knock the red and white teams of Ghost Charge off their feet, abruptly halting their advance and preventing them from moving on to the next stage.

That brief pause was enough.

Granny Tang's voice immediately came from inside the coffin, "Xiao Jiang, Mo Li is inside the sedan chair!"

Granny Tang gave direct guidance, allowing Mo Jiang to immediately understand that the key to the Red and White Duo lay in the bridal sedan chair and the coffin.

He immediately stomped his foot on the ground and shot out like an arrow, leaving only a footprint several inches deep in the ground.

Mo Jiang charged forward like a raging giant elephant. There were ghosts who tried to stop him, but they were either burned to ashes by the flames burning on his body or had their ghost bodies smashed to pieces by the force of the dragon-elephant.

How could mere wedding and funeral processions possibly stop a tyrant charging into battle?

With just one charge, Mo Jiang arrived in front of the bridal sedan chair, his five fingers pressed together like knives, staring directly at the curtains of the sedan chair.