Chapter 266 Magical Weapon Advancement

"Kill!" With a command, five hundred silver-armored corpses immediately rushed towards the rioting indigenous slaves. Although not all of the two million indigenous slaves participated in the riot, there were many who participated in the riot or were forced to participate in the riot passively.

However, Feng Weiluo did not have time to distinguish who was active and who was passive at this time. For him, there was not much difference and it was meaningless.

Anyway, as long as they participated in the riot, they should all die. He did not make a one-size-fits-all approach. Before the war, killing all the indigenous slaves as sacrifices was already his mercy.

When he first came to this world, Feng Weiluo had thought about liberating slaves to gain a group of loyal subordinates, improve productivity, and make his own territory develop rapidly.

However, as his own strength increased, he found that equality for all was not feasible in this world with sequencers and the road to becoming a god.

Because no matter how much the power of ordinary people is mobilized, it is not as good as a few sequencers. Ordinary people and sequencers are not equal at all.

He could not change the rules of the world by himself. Since he couldn't change it, he could only abide by the rules of this world.

For example, now, the power of five hundred silver-armored corpses is enough to suppress more than one million indigenous slaves. One by one, the silver-armored corpses rushed into the crowd, and ordinary people were no different from chickens in front of the silver-armored corpses. They grabbed them and instantly sucked all the blood out of their bodies.

It can't be said that these indigenous slaves didn't resist, but their resistance was not threatening at all. Whether it was using hoes to hit the silver-armored corpses, punching and kicking, or even biting, these attacks were not threatening at all to the silver-armored corpses.

This was simply a massacre, a massacre of one million indigenous slaves by five hundred silver-armored corpses.

The speed of the silver-armored corpses was very fast, but even if it was faster, it would take some time to kill more than one million indigenous slaves, and the sky soon darkened.

However, the night had no effect on the silver-armored corpses. More than a million slaves, they couldn't see what was happening in front of them at all, but under the instigation of those who were interested, they rushed forward desperately, not knowing that there was an abyss ahead.

The most tormented people now are the senior officials of the indigenous coalition. They are losing the war, and the more than two million slaves they prepared are being slaughtered. But they can't do anything.

They can't even escape. No matter what they use, whether it's the dragon crossbow or any other secret technique, they can't break the space cage.

Even the people of the Demetro family took out the space secret scrolls they prepared in advance. No matter how they start, the space gate can be opened and they can go in, but they can't penetrate the blocked space.

This is completely different from what they planned in advance. "Why can't the space gate leave here? What on earth is this?" The elder of the Demetro family shouted in despair.

"Surrender, great Duke Willow, please allow us to surrender to you. We are willing to surrender to you on behalf of the six tribes. In the future, our six tribes will be your most loyal subordinates, your sharpest spears, and your strongest shields. Please forgive our crimes." When the chief of the indigenous tribe saw that he could not escape, he immediately knelt down in the direction of Red Eagle City.

"Great Duke Willow, please forgive our ignorance. We were also bewitched by the Demetros family and did not understand your greatness, so we came to be your enemy.

Now we have realized our mistakes and are willing to pay the price for this mistake." The chiefs of the indigenous tribes are more aware of the times than each other. In fact, if they were not so aware of the times, they would not be alive now.

The natives of the New World had their backbones broken by the people of the four empires long ago. Otherwise, the New World would not have become a colony of the four empires for so many years.

To be honest, Feng Willow was very moved by the surrender of these indigenous tribes, but unfortunately he had already used the ancient war secret treasure, the war shackles.

Only when one of the two hostile parties was completely dead, the space blockade of the war shackles could be opened. Unable to surrender, unable to escape.

Although the other party wanted to surrender, Feng Willow could not accept it. Otherwise, he could not leave the space covered by the war shackles.

Feng Willow did not speak, and the killing of the silver armored corpse continued. The chiefs of the indigenous tribes knew that Feng Willow could see their pleas for mercy. But Feng Willow did not speak, so they did not stand up.

On the contrary, the Wyvern Knights sent by the Demetro family were in a dilemma at the moment. They could not escape. They could not fight, and their allies surrendered, which made them feel at a loss.

"You shameless rubbish, do you think they will spare you if you surrender? Don't dream, what awaits you is only slavery. You will be a slave for the rest of your life and never get ahead.

Look at your fellow tribesmen, those slaves, they are still being slaughtered by him. Are you willing to accept this?" The elders of the Dmytro family are still trying to get these kneeling natives to stand up and resist.

It's a pity that those who have already kneeled down will never dare to stand up again unless they are despaired.

And the people of the Dmytro family did not want to surrender. Previously, their family had two ports breached by Feng Willow, but most of the population of these ports were taken back to their own territory by Feng Willow.

There were many people who survived, even some nobles who surrendered and survived, and some who lived well, but no one from the Dmytro family survived.

This made the Dmytro family dare not surrender at all.

"It's all you Dmytro family members who spread rumors and provoke the relationship between us and Grand Duke Willow. Otherwise, we have no grudges against the Grand Duke, so why would we come to trouble the Grand Duke?" The chief of the indigenous tribe saw that Feng Willow had not answered, and immediately wanted to step on the Dmytro family and flatter Feng Willow.

"Asshole, you guys are really born to be slaves, you all die!" The elders of the Dmytro family saw that their allies were determined to surrender, and they could no longer see any hope of survival.

They might as well attack the allies just now, and drag someone down with them before they die.

The wyvern knights of the Demetro family immediately launched an attack on the troops of the indigenous tribe. The two sides, who had just launched the attack together, immediately started a life-and-death struggle.

One side wanted to ask for a way out, while the other side wanted to find someone to take the blame before dying. When the two sides fought, there was no way back. This time they fought to the death, and they fought much harder than when they just joined forces to attack Feng Willow.

Feng Willow just stood on the top of the city and watched. As time went by, the plague on the enemies under the city began to break out, but this did not reduce their desire to fight at all. Even if the plague broke out and their bodies were ulcerated and their limbs were weak, it still could not stop their enthusiasm to kill each other.

Behind the Red Eagle City, more than one million rioting indigenous slaves had been killed by more than five hundred silver-armored corpses, and among the silver-armored corpses, more than a dozen gold-armored corpses had evolved. As long as all the rioting indigenous slaves were killed next, these five hundred silver-armored corpses could all transform into gold-armored corpses.

Feng Willow felt quite sorry. With the number of more than one million native slaves, even a thousand silver-armored corpses could complete the advancement. Unfortunately, he did not have enough silver-armored corpses.

The battle under the city has reached the most critical moment. On the side of the native tribe, more than two hundred barbaric bulls are concentrating on attacking dozens of two-legged flying dragons.

When the city was just attacked, the barbaric bull troops did not go out, but many died because of the plague. At this moment, facing the elite flying dragon knights of the Demytro family, the flying dragon knights can fly, but they have no long-range attack power. Every time they attack, they swoop down.

The barbaric bulls' cluster charge ability is restrained, and they cannot actively attack the flying dragon knights flying in the sky. However, every time the flying dragon knights in the sky swoop down, the barbaric bulls' breath and death gaze can always make the flying dragon knights suffer enough.

The two sides fought very fiercely, which made Feng Willow, who was watching the show, excited.

Feng Willow did not expect that in order to deal with him, the Demetro family really spent a lot of money and actually sent out more than a hundred wyvern knights. As far as he knew, although the Demetro family was famous for its wyvern knights, there were not many wyvern knights in the family.

Taking out more than a hundred wyvern knights at a time shows how much they value him. They sent so many forces to deal with him regardless of the threat from the Finn Empire.

The low-level sequencers among the werewolves in the indigenous tribes had already died after the plague. Those who survived until now were all powerful sequencers.

When the last wyvern knight died with his soul shattered under the death gaze of the wild bull, the remaining wild bulls were also dying under the outbreak of the plague.

"Grand Duke Willow, you have seen our admiration for you, please accept our surrender and loyalty. From now on, we are your most loyal slaves." A tribal chief praised loudly.

Many tribal chieftains who were not strong enough had died in the battle just now. Those who survived were the strongest sequencers in the tribe.

Unfortunately, Feng Willow had no choice but to accept their surrender now.

"Dang!" The plague bell sounded the final death knell for these people. All enemies died under the plague.

"Left-handed secret technique: Extraction of plague gas!"

After the sequencers were infected with the plague, the plague gas produced was no stronger than that of ordinary people. These plague gases are all excellent materials.

"Left-handed secret technique: Yin soldiers!"

The dead souls who had just died in the battle were instantly transformed into ghosts, and then from ghosts into Yin soldiers. At this time, thousands of souls were transformed into Yin soldiers.

Not all souls can be transformed into ghosts. People with insufficient soul energy are not even qualified to be transformed into ghosts. As for the native slaves, their brains are not enough, and their soul energy is less than that of normal people. They are strong in their physique, so these natives are regarded as natural slave saints.

"Left-handed Secret Technique: Blood Sacrifice!"

Among Feng Weiluo's existing magic weapons, the Dragon Nail and the Dragon-coiling Wooden Staff have already been promoted to magic weapons. Now there are also the Plague Three Treasures and the Yin Coffin.

Feng Weiluo thought about it. Now that the Silver Armored Corpse has been promoted to the Gold Armored Corpse, the magic weapon Yin Coffin has little effect on their promotion. Now that so many people have died on the battlefield, it is just right to promote the Yin Coffin.

Feng Weiluo threw the Yin Coffin in his hand into the air, and a large number of dead bodies suddenly turned into blood light and gathered into the Yin Coffin. The Yin Coffin suddenly turned blood-red, and then turned into gold.

The energy was so abundant that the Yin Coffin was instantly upgraded to a magic weapon. However, this was not the end. Only a small half of the corpses on the ground were transformed by the blood sacrifice secret technique. The remaining corpses were still being continuously transformed into energy by the blood sacrifice secret technique and absorbed by the Yin Coffin.

The more than one million corpses of ordinary indigenous slaves alone were enough to upgrade the Yin Coffin to a magic weapon. On the battlefield, there were many powerful sequencer corpses, werewolves, dragon flies, barbaric bulls, and powerful wyvern knights.

Although the number of these corpses was small, the energy transformed by the blood sacrifice was several times that of the more than one million slaves.

The energy of the Yin Coffin was still rising, and the golden energy on the Yin Coffin was becoming more and more dense. At the same time, endless Yin Qi and death Qi were also gathering from all over the battlefield to the Yin Coffin.

Slowly, the Yin Coffin itself began to emit Yin Qi and death Qi. It was so dense that it could not be dissolved. Just getting close to the Yin Coffin would make people feel as if their souls were frozen.

Slowly, the Yin coffin finally devoured all the energy, and the Yin coffin itself no longer emitted Yin Qi, as if it was just an ordinary wooden pipe.

Feng Weiluo waved his hand, and the big coffin instantly became smaller. When it fell into Feng Weiluo's hand, it had become the size of a finger. Even if it was held in his hand, it looked a little petite.

"Yin pulse, there is actually a Yin pulse gathered in this Yin coffin." Feng Weiluo looked at the Yin coffin in his hand with surprise. Although it was still a magic weapon, this Yin coffin had reached the extreme level of magic weapons. It was already a top-grade magic weapon.

The meaning of self-generated Yin pulse is that a Yin pulse is formed inside the Yin coffin, which can continuously produce Yin Qi from a distance. It is no longer necessary to absorb Yin Qi from the outside world.

The promotion of the Yin coffin to a magic weapon will make the zombies promoted faster when they are placed in it. Especially now that he has 500 golden armored corpses.

The golden armored corpse is a zombie that can be compared with the sequence six. And even among the sequence six, they are the best.

Feng Willow waved his hand, and all five hundred golden-armored corpses were put into the Yin coffin. He then handed the Yin coffin to Taris. (End of this chapter)