132: Scorched Earth Plan

The invaluable video footage sent back by the warriors before their sacrifice revealed crucial information:

These War Corpses must be under unified control to cooperate with each other in battle.

What's more troublesome is that they can heal by sucking blood!

This Talent is exceptionally powerful—as long as the Mental Energy is sufficient, the number of War Corpses controlled will undoubtedly be astonishing.

We must now seriously assess: How many can that fellow, Lord Leon, control?

Meanwhile.

"Julian, you know what to do with those governors Lilith controlled with the 'Enthralling Minds,' right?" Lord Leon's voice was low and oppressive.

"I raised you to adulthood and kept you by my side.

You are the only one I trust. Do you understand?" He spoke earnestly, his gaze sharp as a torch.

"Lord Leon, I understand. I will go and completely transform those governors controlled by the Enthralling Minds into my servants!" Julian bowed respectfully, his posture impeccable.

Twenty years ago.

An elegant gentleman often visited an orphanage, bringing food, candy, and surprising small gifts to the children.

Eventually, Lord Leon adopted three children from there.

Julian was one of them.

For this 'father,' he felt only endless gratitude and reverence.

It was Lord Leon who pulled him out of the mire, sent him to top academies, and carefully nurtured him.

As for Lilith, who joined the organization halfway? Lord Leon always harbored a sense of vigilance.

"Father, let me go with Big Brother!" The Man in Black, Zhao Yang, requested softly from the side.

"Very well." Lord Leon nodded, his gaze turning to Zhao Yang,

"But remember, protect your Big Brother. While his 'Blood Dao Count' Talent is powerful, his direct combat is far inferior to your 'Air Stripping Technique.'"

A rare, gratified smile appeared on his face: "Remember, it doesn't matter if the mission fails. I need both of you brothers to come back alive!"

...Just the day before, in the Governor's Mansion of Bulgaria, which had just announced its submission to Huaxia,

uninvited guests had broken in.

An eerie drop of crimson blood silently drilled into the governor's nostril, merging into his Bloodline.

A bloodthirsty desire instantly surged wildly within his heart.

"Respected Your Excellency Julian!" The governor prostrated himself, his voice filled with servile respect.

"Big Brother, your 'Blood Dao Count' is simply too amazing!" Zhao Yang exclaimed excitedly as he witnessed this scene,

"If we could use this method to control Zhang Sheng, wouldn't the entire Earth be in Big Brother's grasp?"

"My dear brother," Julian's expression was uncharacteristically solemn,

"Promise me one thing. If... I mean if, you meet Zhang Sheng..."

"Big Brother, what is it?" Zhao Yang reined in his smile.

Julian's voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of imperceptible chill:

"Run! Absolutely do not harbor any thought of confronting him, do you understand?"

He looked directly into Zhao Yang's eyes:

"What if... what if one day, I am killed by him, and Father is also killed by him, you find a place, and honestly hide, do you understand?"

Sadness and confusion welled up in Zhao Yang's eyes: "But Big Brother! You and Father's Talents are so strong, one person can rival a thousand troops! Can't you really deal with that Zhang Sheng?"

"Silly brother, you are still too young."

Julian sighed, "Although you are Huaxia, you were brought to Europe by Father to be raised. You have learned Huaxia language, but you haven't truly understood an ancient Huaxia saying..."

He slowly uttered a few words: "A great reputation is never undeserved!"

"Zhao Yang, you go back first." Julian turned, looking at the deep night outside the window,

cold flames burning in his eyes, "Next, it's time for me to personally... start this 'Scorched Earth Battle'!"

...Just past midnight.

The lights of Novi Sad were sparse and dim in the deep night, and the daytime roar of machinery was completely swallowed by silence.

Only an occasional dog bark and the low moan of a distant river.

This city, newly incorporated into Huaxia's territory, was still immersed in bewilderment and a brief calm.

Under the dim glow of a streetlamp, a woman returning late, carrying freshly dried clothes, hurried across the empty square, her face etched with the weariness of life's burdens.

Suddenly—

An extremely subtle, yet bone-chilling scraping sound, echoed from various parts of the city.

The entrances to sewers, the shadows of abandoned factories, and even several newly renovated public cemeteries... as if countless fingernails were frantically scratching at coffin lids.

The woman abruptly stopped, cautiously looking around.

The silence was infinitely magnified, the air thick and suffocating.

"Pfft!"

A dull tearing sound, without warning, came from an alley entrance less than ten meters behind her!

The woman turned back in horror, her pupils instantly shrinking to pinpricks!

A man in a cheap suit, looking like he had just finished overtime, was being 'embraced' in a bizarre posture by a figure.

The 'embracer' wore a scarlet robe, his silver hair immaculate, his face pale and handsome, with a glaring streak of fresh red remaining at the corner of his mouth—it was Julian.

Julian elegantly released his grip, and the suited man softly collapsed to the ground.

A large gash in his throat was gurgling with warm blood.

He extended the tip of his tongue, licking away the blood from his lips, a nearly intoxicated look flashing in his eyes.

His gaze passed over the corpse on the ground, falling upon the frozen woman in the square, a graceful yet cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Good evening, madam." His voice was low and pleasant, like the fading note of a cello, "Tonight's moonlight is perfect for a... new dance!"

The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, frantically trying to condense the Fireball Technique she had just learned these past two days!

But this scream was like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

"Boom!!!"

"Bang bang bang—!!!"

Explosions erupted without warning across the city!

The targets were not military facilities, but the city's lifelines—the power plant's transformer exploded into a huge fireball, instantly engulfing half the city in darkness;

The main pipeline of the waterworks was blown open, and murky water columns shot into the sky!

Darkness and chaos spread like a rampant plague!

However, even more terrifying than the explosions was the 'Corpse Tide' that followed!

Countless figures poured out of sewer openings, crawled out from the deepest shadows... Their eyes were empty, their expressions numb, yet their movements were exceptionally swift!

Every War Corpse exuded an extreme craving for fresh blood.

Some of them were even wearing the uniforms of the local garrison—clearly, Lord Leon had already extended his reach into the city's corners, quietly collecting his Materials.

Screams, cries, shattering glass, the roar of various Spells erupting... instantly intertwined into a desperate symphony of death!

A young Huaxia Cultivator, wearing a special combat suit, was desperately trying to contact Huaxia headquarters with his Smart Terminal.

He was one of the personnel stationed here to assist the governor with reforms.

But at this moment, the signals of his other companions... had all disappeared!

"Damn it! Saving my life is paramount!" He made a decisive decision.

A pair of spirit wings condensed from spiritual energy instantly unfurled from his back, flapping as he prepared to soar into the sky!

"Trying to escape? It's a bit late, you know..." A sigh of regret, like a ghost, sounded above his head.

Julian looked down from above, a hint of playful cruelty in his eyes.

"For Lord Leon's 'Scorched Earth Painting,' it's best not to let 'paint' like you escape."

He elegantly raised his hand, and a drop of blood exuding an eerie red glow condensed at his fingertip.

"Blood Curse: Heart-Devouring Nail."

The blood bead shot out silently, faster than the eye could follow!

The young Cultivator felt as if his heart had been fiercely stung by a cold scorpion!

Terrifying pain instantly erupted, completely stripping him of all his strength and consciousness!

The spirit wings suddenly dissipated, and his body plummeted like a kite with a broken string...