Chapter 470: Undead Demon Soldiers
"Demon, demon, these are demon soldiers!"

A witch doctor pointed at the Manchu soldier in the field and said tremblingly that the soldier had his arm cut off by a steel knife and blood was flowing everywhere, but the blood was not bright red, but rather faintly black.

The soldier groaned, picked up his arm, and put it on the wound. In a blink of an eye, a blood scab had formed. Judging from the condition of the injury, it would only take three to five days to heal and return to normal.

Fengze was annoyed by the witch doctor's shouting and waved his hand to signal him to leave the tent. The witch doctor was still a little crazy and at a loss, so he was pushed out by the barbarians.

"I wonder what the Master thinks of this?"

Fengze turned his head and asked the person beside him. This person was the national teacher of Manchukuo and also a great shaman. He was very skilled in Taoism. However, he was different from the witch doctor. Like the witch doctor, he was more like the word "witch doctor". If anyone in the tribe had a headache, fever, or sword wound, he could collect some herbs, take them internally or apply them externally, and they would be able to cure the disease.

However, this national teacher had extraordinary means. With just a prayer, a dying person would be alive and kicking in the next instant. Not to mention that he was a cultivator and had excellent fighting skills, so Fengze both respected and feared him.

"This matter... is a little confusing," the Imperial Master pondered for a moment, "I checked the soldier, and he didn't have any magical powers. Looking at his physique, he is also a mortal, without any magical power in his body."

He looked at the scabbed wound and said, "But now there is a strange power that is not afraid of swords and weapons. Something must be wrong when things are abnormal. Please give me a few such soldiers so that I can study them."

Fengze agreed casually but didn't say when it would be delivered. There were countless such anomalies in the tribe, but there were only a few cases like this. How could he let the national master cause trouble? He knew very well that for anyone who fell into the hands of the great shaman, it would be considered good if they could keep their body intact. He could only buy time for now and talk about it later.

The Imperial Master also knew this truth, and he was not in a hurry. Manchuria had a large population, and no one would care even if a few people were missing. If the Khan did not give it to him, he would take it himself. As long as he did not touch a few specific people, there would be no fallout.

"My body, which has been refined by the voodoo ritual, does feel a little strange, but I can't find out where it comes from. I have also checked the water sources and soil in the state one by one, and there has been no change, and it doesn't seem to be poisonous. Could it be that this is really a sign from heaven, and this ambitious but incompetent Fengze is really destined to be here?"

Fengze didn't give the national teacher a chance to think about it. He hurriedly sent him away, then looked at the warrior in the account: "Look up, I ask you, do you have a name?"

The soldier raised his head with a fanatical look on his face: "Your servant Hachi was once a serf of the Qiang people. I was fortunate enough to serve under the Khan, but I am only a soldier of one banner."

Fengze nodded and said, "You are no longer an ordinary person. Auspicious signs from heaven have given you a strong physique. My army is in need of a general like you who can kill generals and seize flags. Hachi, are you afraid of death?"

"Don't worry, I am willing to die for the Khan!"

Fengze laughed and clapped his hands. A row of maids came into the tent holding brocade plates filled with all kinds of treasures.

"It's good that you are not afraid of death, Hachi, my good brother. As long as you are loyal, I will reward you with everything you deserve. These treasures are my gifts to you, and you can take these women back with you."

Ha Chi raised his head and looked at the beautiful maid, who was a thousand times better than the Han female slave he had robbed from his home. He licked his lips, lowered his head and knelt down.

"From now on, Hachi is a dog of the Khan. You say go east, Hachi dare not go west."

Fengze smiled and helped Hachi up, patting his arm: "I see that you have a good appearance. You will definitely achieve great things with me in the future. I promise you that as long as you make military achievements, I will make you the first Baturu of Manchuria, and countless glory, wealth, and beauties will all be yours."

After Hachi left excitedly with all the maids, Fengze sat down worriedly. It was a good thing to have such a warrior in the tribe, but it was not entirely a good thing for him. He had seized the throne by force, and there was no guarantee that someone would not have second thoughts. Moreover, there were more and more such mighty warriors now. Once someone rose up, he was afraid that his throne would be unstable.

Soon, he didn't need to worry about it because he no longer had the ability to think, as a large spear pierced straight into Fengze's heart, creating a large hole in his chest and pinning him to his favorite throne.

Ha Chi's mouth was drooling, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood was dripping from his hands and body. He had lost his mind and was killing anyone he saw. Even the beautiful maid he hurriedly brought back to the tent was torn into pieces by him with one hand, and this happened in just a few hours.

At the same time, chaos was raging in Manchuria, with countless figures fleeing everywhere and flames igniting, adding a bit of light to the deep night.

Killing, a word that is hard to imagine, but at this time Manchukuo had become a feast of killing, with people fighting everywhere.

The national teacher waved his sleeves and cut off the head of the man in front of him, but he knew very well that if he left it alone, the head would return to its original body, and after combining with the body, it would become a living dead who only knew how to kill.

He released poisonous sand in his hand and blew it for a few times. The flesh body turned into bones in an instant. He frowned. Not long ago, his poisonous sand wind could turn a person into powder in an instant, but now it has to blow for two breaths to be effective.

And on the white bones, there were strands of blood wrapped around them. He saw with his own eyes that the white bones began to condense into flesh and blood and grow a body. The scene was truly horrifying.

"Immortality, rebirth by dripping blood? What the hell is this?"

He frowned and turned into a black wind and fled, patrolling everywhere. He saw chaos everywhere. The bodies of these undead demon soldiers were just those of mortals and could not hurt him. He was more interested in where this immortality came from.

"If I can find the root cause and apply this method to myself, combined with my cultivation, who in the world can stop me?"

The national teacher Duo Shichun couldn't help but feel greedy: such a strange phenomenon must contain a mystery, even if it is the secret of immortality, it may be possible to comprehend it. This is my chance to achieve enlightenment and the path to becoming an immortal!
Thinking of this, he became more and more excited, unable to suppress the surge of his magic power. As he was thinking, he felt a pain in his heart, and the flow of his magic power was disrupted, no longer as smooth as before, and he fell down in mid-air.

At the same time, a misty green gas emerged from his body, instantly contaminating his magic power, infecting his spirit and body, and his face revealed a green color.

Duo Shichun lifted up his robe and saw a red cardamom attached to his chest. Green lines spread from the cardamom on his chest and followed his heart veins to all parts of his body.

'when? ’

He suddenly remembered that with his magic power, although there was not much consumption after casting a few spells, his magic power recovered a little faster. However, it was only a little bit, so he didn't take it to heart.

"It turns out that I have also been married for a long time. Who is it?"

The last thought dissipated, and then a roar that was not like a human voice sounded.

　It's been blocked again. Forget it. Let's end this plot as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)