Soul-Slaying Maiden: Master Of Ancient Divine Weapons

[First District]

Wei Qing had just finished a call with Lin Jingxuan, his expression grave.

Without hesitation, he summoned his subordinates. "Send out the notice: cancel all temporary leaves and have everyone gather immediately to support Deep Blue City."

The First District had recently endured a brutal battle. The battle soul contract practitioners who had survived the "meat grinder" were either on leave or in deep recovery.

Sudden cancellations of leave like this weren't unheard of, so everyone took it in stride.

When Wei Qing's order was delivered, most of the battle soul contract practitioners who hadn't chosen to return home quickly assembled.

But just then, news came from the port: the troop transport ships were out of commission.

Not only that, contact with Lin Jingxuan was lost.

Without communication, the First District was effectively blind, now completely in the dark.

Faced with this situation, Wei Qing snorted coldly, "This is why I hate clever people. Strategists always have dirty hearts—worse than bugs."

Pausing for a moment, Wei Qing bellowed, "THE TROOP TRANSPORT SHIPS ARE DOWN, AND WE DON'T HAVE TRANSPORT VEHICLES. WHERE ARE THE CONTRACT PRACTITIONERS AND CONTRACTED SOULS WITH ACCELERATED MARCH ABILITIES? GET MOVING! IF YOU CAN'T GET THERE TODAY, THEN TOMORROW! IF NOT TOMORROW, THEN THE DAY AFTER! SOONER OR LATER, WE'LL REACH THE BATTLEFIELD!"

Wei Qing's brain may not have been the sharpest, but his thinking was undeniably practical.

His subordinates quickly made preparations. After the grand assembly of the First District, just as Wei Qing ordered, they abandoned the transport ships, chose a route, and began their relentless march toward Deep Blue City.

Three hours after losing communication, the main force of the First District led by Wei Qing approached a canyon within the borders of Daxia.

Suddenly, Wei Qing sensed something and looked up.

The canyon was already crowded with figures.

These figures didn't resemble ordinary humans. Each one was two to three meters tall, burly, and terrifying.

Bulging veins coursed across their skin, their exposed fangs resembling those of feral beasts as they panted heavily.

The leader stood an astonishing eight or nine meters tall, barely maintaining a human form. His body was jet-black, glinting like extraterrestrial meteorite steel.

On his neck, a special tool had engraved the label "No. 01."

Wei Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Biochemicals? Biochemical warriors of the Longevity Corporation? Why are you blocking our way?"

"No offense, Wei Qing. I've long heard of your unparalleled combat prowess and bravery. I've always wanted to cross paths with someone like you, but never had the chance. Today, I finally get my wish."

The leader of the biochemical warriors spoke, his voice booming like a great bell, shaking the eardrums of the battle soul contract practitioners and causing some weaker ones to see stars and bleed from their orifices.

"You think you can take me on?" Wei Qing sneered.

"Yes, just me."

The No. 01 biochemical warrior, as the Longevity Corporation's top combat asset, had a body that had perfectly integrated over 100 different experimental drugs developed by the corporation. These drugs had various effects, their synergy transcending human limitations. Even among the insect race, few could achieve such perfection.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that No. 01 might already possess the strength of a ninth-tier powerhouse.

However, the Longevity Corporation had always kept warriors numbered below 10 under strict secrecy, leaving no room for outside speculation.

Today, as they confronted the First District in the canyon, the Longevity Corporation finally bared its fangs.

Just as Lin Jingxuan had predicted, with the insect race advancing on Deep Blue City, other pieces on the battlefield began to move as well. A vast game of cosmic chess was unfolding.

Without a word, Wei Qing strapped on his crimson gauntlets. This time, he tied himself to them with special ropes.

A battle-hardened warrior, his gaze was mad yet solemn.

"All soldiers of the First District, hear my command. The Longevity Corporation has rebelled and is no longer our ally. This battle is life or death. Soldiers of Daxia, FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO NOT RETREAT!"

"KILLLLL!!!"

As soon as Wei Qing's words fell, the battle soul contract practitioners of the First District clashed with the long-prepared biochemical warriors in the canyon. Two tides of opposing forces surged toward each other, colliding violently.

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[Third District]

Ye Qiu also received Lin Jingxuan's message.

As the main force for siege warfare, the Third District was one of the two zones closest to Daxia's rear cities.

They immediately assembled to prepare for the reinforcement of Deep Blue City.

However, just as they gathered, nine figures in strange attire suddenly appeared at the assembly site.

Their clothing didn't resemble Daxia's and bore similarities to ascetics.

Each figure was shrouded in gray burlap robes, their faces obscured.

Even someone like Ye Qiu, who rarely interacted with other factions, instantly recognized their identities.

"The Twelve Apostles of the Old Covenant? What are you doing here? This is Daxia territory."

"Not for much longer."

"We've accepted an offer we couldn't refuse—to ensure you never leave this place."

What a bold move.

Apart from the Archbishops, the Twelve Apostles were the highest-ranking figures in the Old Covenant. Their strength was immense, and their authority equally great.

Even during the insect plague, at most, only two or three apostles were needed to handle the crisis.

But now, nine apostles had been dispatched to deal with the Third District.

Quite the show of force.

"So, you're determined to go against Daxia and tear up the alliance treaty?"

"After this battle, Daxia will be but a name. Does the treaty even matter anymore?"

The apostles' words sent a chill through Ye Qiu's heart.

But he quickly regained his composure.

As a student of Li Shutong, how could he afford to be weak?

"In that case, let's see who stays and who goes."

Facing nine eighth-tier powerhouses of the same level as himself, Ye Qiu laughed casually.

"That brat Wei Qing in the First District must also be facing trouble. Tell me..."

"The ones targeting the First District are the biochemical troops of the Longevity Corporation," one of the apostles replied honestly.

Ye Qiu nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Biochemical troops versus nine apostles—it's evenly matched. This time, I'll compete with Wei Qing to see who's stronger. Last time in Deep Blue City, our fight was far from satisfying."

As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, the nine apostles vanished.

Ye Qiu raised his hand, grasping a tiger talisman, and commanded, "ALL COMBAT PERSONNEL OF THE THIRD DISTRICT, PREPARE TO FORM THE BATTLE ARRAY!"

Almost instantly, a massive array composed of hundreds of thousands of battle soul contract practitioners took shape. The dense killing intent enveloped the entire battlefield.

As the strongest in siege warfare, the Third District's ability to eliminate entrenched insect race strongholds was their trump card and Ye Qiu's confidence in challenging nine eighth-tier apostles.

"KILL!"

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