The Peerless Emperor (TPE)

Clang, clang, clang...

On the deck of the warship, the weapons in the hands of the people clattered to the ground.

Fight to the death, share life and death with Lin Qian?

Now, looking back at those words, they seemed a bit laughable!

They finally understood why Lin Qian had remained so calm from beginning to end, only saying that he would handle everything.

Why, in the past, Lin Qian had emphasized that they must deal with the Dwarf Goblin Clan and the Giant Goblin Clan themselves, otherwise, they would never build confidence.

Back then, they had been puzzled. If Lin Qian helped them, why would they be unable to build their own strength?

Now they understood. In the face of such an army, the Dwarf Goblin Clan and the Giant Goblin Clan were insignificant. They would have been wiped out in the blink of an eye.

And to think, this undead army before them consisted of 30 million undead, each one at the Void-breaking Realm!

That general in black dragon silver armor had clearly stated that the fully armed army had only 10 million soldiers.

Ten million versus thirty million—by normal standards, the latter should have the upper hand.

But in reality, the 30 million undead army, which outnumbered the Huaxia Empire's forces by three times, was being utterly crushed, almost powerless to resist.

"It's strange. The undead army keeps trying to adjust their strategy, but any slight movement is immediately countered by His Majesty's army, almost as if His Majesty can predict the future," Liu Wei remarked, standing on the warship, filled with curiosity.

Li Yi nodded silently. "Indeed, it's as if an invisible hand is orchestrating the army. The undead's every action is a joke."

"Not only that, but His Majesty's army, which appeared out of nowhere, has an incredible level of coordination," Qian Ling added, his voice filled with awe.

As the humans on the warship marveled, in the dark northern palace, Lu Shangda was filled with frustration and agitation.

"How is this possible? It doesn't make sense!" Inside the palace, Lu Shangda, who had received the body of the Black Blood Emperor, no longer had any trace of pride. His once joyful mood was now anxious and restless.

Through the Black Blood Emperor's body, Lu Shangda could effortlessly control the 30 million undead army. He was well aware that Lin Qian's forces consisted of only 10 million soldiers.

Yet, the situation was entirely one-sided.

Frustration—this was the overwhelming feeling that gripped Lu Shangda.

In direct confrontation, his forces were being crushed without reason!

Those massive, bear-like men with giant shields stood like a wall of steel, impossible to breach. And behind them, spear soldiers would relentlessly thrust forward.

Below and on the ground, sword and blade soldiers worked together seamlessly, with the powerful undead being blocked by blade soldiers and the agile ones by sword soldiers. There was no way to break through.

In the air, archers suppressed the undead, forcing them into direct confrontation with the other four types of soldiers.

And the elusive rapid-response soldiers were always there to finish off any straggling undead that tried to strike from behind.

No matter how Lu Shangda adjusted his strategy, any slight deviation among his undead army was immediately detected and countered.

As for his trump cards, the two Life and Death Realm Blood Nurtured Corpses, they should have been able to turn the tide of battle. But despite their immense power, they were held back by a single general at the ninth stage of the Void-breaking Realm, who even held the upper hand!

The undead army, with its unyielding nature, unmatched strength, and enhanced combat abilities, was meant to be a fearsome force. In the past, the Black Blood Clan had defeated an imperial dynasty with this very army.

The undead were supposed to trade lives for lives, even if it meant mutual destruction. This strategy cost the Black Blood Clan nothing, but human soldiers, with their fear of death, could not fight as effectively.

But against Lin Qian's army, even this advantage was nullified.

The soldiers of the Huaxia Empire showed no fear, their cold, emotionless eyes resembling those of lifeless war machines.

Of course, Lu Shangda had no idea that the Huaxia Empire's soldiers, though they appeared human, were actually artificial constructs—puppets with advanced artificial intelligence.

Fight to the death?

Mutual destruction?

Bring it on. The Huaxia Empire could replace fallen soldiers with new ones, easily created with the resources they had.

And besides, the undead couldn't even achieve mutual destruction.

The undead were created by the original owner of Lu Shangda's body, using a soul technique that turned the outer disciples of the Dangyuan Sect into undead soldiers.

These disciples varied in cultivation levels and physical conditions, resulting in undead with different strengths.

Although Lu Shangda had organized the undead into squads based on their abilities, compared to Lin Qian's army, it was laughable.

The soldiers were identical in size and appearance, their roles clearly defined.

"Ten million soldiers, all with the same soul attribute and coordination so perfect, it's as if they're a million identical siblings. Sure, humans can reproduce quickly, but there's no way a woman could give birth to an entire army!"

Lu Shangda was on the brink of losing his mind, helplessly watching as the numbers of his undead army dwindled at an alarming rate.

Lin Qian's army seemed like a single, unified entity—a steel monster devouring the undead army.

The battle was decided, the outcome clear.

When Zhao Long finally killed the Blood Nurtured Corpse made from Moer, the golden light in Lin Qian's eyes faded. There was no longer any need to rely on his "Emperor's Vision" to oversee the battle and adjust the million-man unit.

The invisible hand that Li Yi had spoken of was none other than Lin Qian himself.

With the Emperor's Vision activated, Lin Qian could observe every detail of the battlefield, down to the actions of individual soldiers.

And from his Nine-Dragon Throne, Lin Qian could directly control the army with his thoughts, just like in the national battles of his previous life's games.

Lin Qian's dominance wasn't just because he was a wealthy "Huaxia Coin Warrior." After all, he wasn't the only rich player. His true strength lay in his ability to control the details of large-scale battles.

He was the embodiment of wealth and skill!

Compared to Lin Qian's mastery of commanding an army, the way that alien controlled his undead forces was on a toddler's level. A mere one-million-man army could easily crush him.

In the outer world, Ye Xin and the others were still worried.

"Don't worry. Since this is the main warship, and it has 100,000 troops stationed here, Lin Qian must have at least 100,000 men at his disposal in that small world. There's nothing to worry about," Wei Wushuang said, trying to comfort Ye Xin as she worriedly looked into the distance.

Ye Xin shook her head gently. "Senior Wei, you can't think of it that way. Lin Qian mentioned before that this is the main warship, which is why it has 100,000 troops. The auxiliary warships, however, only have a few hundred troops each."

"I'm afraid that Lin Qian only has a few hundred men at his disposal. But he's facing an alien at the Life and Death Realm."

Ye Xin's words made Wei Wushuang pause, and he began to worry as well, looking in the direction of the Vientiane Sect's gate.

Only a few hundred men?

If Lu Shangda knew about Ye Xin and Wei Wushuang's concerns, he would undoubtedly curse them out.