"Festival Camp?" Upon Ning Zhuo’s reminder, Qing Chi’s eyes imdiately brightened, and he took out a paper model from the Storage Waist Belt.
It lay in Qing Chi’s palm, slightly smaller than a girl’s hand, exquisitely delicate like a child’s toy.
The entire camp was folded, cut, and pasted from a peculiar pale white talisman paper. The window lattices, the camp gates, the towers, and even the miniature altar in the central square were clearly visible. The details were astonishingly fine, exuding a mixed scent of incense ash and cold grave soil.
This was indeed the Festival Camp.
It was a significant military equipnt, costly to produce.
Neither Qing Chi nor Ning Zhuo could create it, nor could they afford to. It was loaned to them by the contemporary White Paper Immortal City Lord.
During military construction, there is a phase called military equipnt.
A large amount of military equipnt is needed to complete even the most basic military construction.
The White Paper Immortal City Lord took the initiative to lend the Qing Jiao Army considerable military equipnt, including not only the Festival Camp but also the Bone Blade Battle Flag, Crescent Moon Great Saber, Sky-splitting Spear, and Black Blood Paper Horse.
There was only one Festival Camp.
Imdiately, Qing Chi infused Mana and Military Power into the camp in his hands.
The total amount of Qing Chi’s Mana was hardly sufficient to drive this military equipnt, but the Qing Jiao Army now possessed abundant Military Power.
A large amount of Military Power was montarily drawn and completely devoured by the Festival Camp.
The paper camp flew into the air, hovering motionlessly.
The next mont, nurous intricate runes swiftly surfaced, roved, and intertwined on the surface of the paper camp.
The brilliance of the runes intensified.
The paper camp also began to expand rapidly in the wind.
The folded paper walls unfolded, solidified, and heightened layer by layer like blooming flowers! In an instant, a towering structure with somber ghostly runes and beast head totems carved into dark cyan stone walls stood imposingly! The battlents atop the walls interlocked like dog teeth.
Towers, barracks, stables, training grounds... all structures materialized from paper to cold rock and Netherworld ironwood as runes flowed.
In the center of the camp, the most conspicuous miniature altar in the model had turned into a square of ten feet, a nine-layered white bone altar! The flat top of the altar was engraved with a large, complex array, emanating a mysterious aura that invoked and communicated with the will of ghost gods.
The camp’s appearance provoked a chorus of exclamations.
The Qing Jiao Army was amazed, yet their mounts remained motionless, due to the high stability and reliability of the military equipnt Black Blood Paper Horse.
Ning Zhuo and Qing Chi, however, remained calm.
They had privately contacted and understood all the military equipnt beforehand. The Festival Camp was no exception.
"Enter the camp! Ascend the altar!" At Qing Chi’s command, the Qing Jiao Army swiftly and orderly poured into this suddenly erged shelter, ultimately aligned solemnly below the altar.
Qing Chi took the lead, with Ning Zhuo slightly behind, ascending the altar together.
Qing Chi infused Military Power, activating the altar.
Ning Zhuo then took out a large number of blue-violet talisman coins, throwing them into the center of the array.
The array began to operate, emitting a gray light. The gray light ford a wave of energy that suddenly spread in all directions. The speed of dispersion was incredibly fast, reaching the horizon almost instantly, then disappearing at the edge of sight.
Qing Chi began to pray:
"With bones as fuel, with souls as the guide!"
"To the True Gods, who preside over the Netherworld with unparalleled might!"
"Today, I offer thirty thousand talisman coins, beseeching the honored gods to show favor, bestowing Divine Power so that we may soar among the heavens!"
"For any response granted, the entire Qing Jiao Army shall rember the divine grace, offering triple the talisman coins after victory!"
Qing Chi’s prayers stirred waves of spatial ripples.
Buzz!
An overwhelming will, heavy as a mountain and decayed as an ancient tomb, suddenly descended!
The void above the altar twisted, vaguely manifesting the virtual image of a giant bone deity seated on a throne of bones, crowned with thorns.
Hai Mountain God!
Its cold gaze overlooked the camp, sweeping over the thirty thousand blue-violet talisman coins on the altar as if viewing a pile of worthless trash.
In the next mont, the divine phantom emitted a low, thunderous snort full of contempt, dissipating instantly!
Three breaths later.
Swish, swish...
A sound like the underground streams in a cave echoed by one’s ears.
Soon after, another presence arrived.
Above the altar, countless spectral images of water appeared, faintly revealing a seashell.
The natural patterns on the seashell ford a massive eye.
The eye moved, indifferently scrutinizing the offerings. The ghost fire on the altar was distorted almost beyond recognition by an unseen force.
The sound of water by everyone’s ears grew much louder.
Ning Zhuo squinted: "It seems to be communicating?"
But Qing Chi, as the commander of the army, was utterly baffled.
After a few breaths, the giant eye on the shell showed clear disappointnt and boredom, withdrawing the divine will.
The spectral images of seashells and underground currents in mid-air seed to scatter with the wind.
Clink-clink...
A third deity took notice of this place.
On the altar, a series of crystalline sounds like clashing ice wafted through the air.
Subsequently, countless shattered mirrors floated into the air, and a voice with endless echoes echoed in everyone’s mind within the army: "Ants..."
"So few offerings..."
"Add more..."
"Offer yourselves..."
Ning Zhuo’s expression changed, Divine Sense Transmission: "Qing Chi."
Qing Chi nodded, hurriedly manipulating the array to shield against this divine communication.
The gods in this world are many. So are True Gods, like the Heavenly God Contract, so are evil gods, like the Wandering God.
Be it True God or evil god, Good God or Evil God, they are all manageable.
But the Shattered Mirror Demon Mother just now was different.
She is a deity of the phantom path!
Perhaps a contract was signed a mont ago, the next mont she would betray it without recognition.
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