Zither Emperor Chapter 758 Chapter 241 vs The Lion King Middle

758: Chapter 241 Zither Emperor vs The Lion King (Middle) 758: Chapter 241 Zither Emperor vs The Lion King (Middle) Ye Yinzhu’s senses were incredibly sharp, and he clearly felt a hint of panic in the hearts of the Martin brothers, “Marshal, how much do you know about magic?”

If someone else had asked this question, Martin might have slapped them.

As one of the two Marshals of the Milan Empire, he was known as the God of War in the military circles of the entire continent.

Although he was not a mage himself, as one of the top powerhouses of the continent, Martin’s understanding of magic was naturally profound, not to mention, he also had a brother who was a Grand Sorcerer.

Martin said solemnly, “I have some knowledge.”

Ye Yinzhu asked, “Then do you know where necromancy came from?

Or to put it another way, if categorized, which type of magic would necromancy be derived from?”

This question genuinely stumped Martin.

Necromancers were among the fewest in number, and he, having spent his life on the battlefield, had no time to study such a rare attribute of magic.

On the other side, Matlachi came to Martin’s aid.

“Necromancers should be a derivative form of Spirit Mages, only a step further, to be precise.

It should be considered an evolved form of magic, transcending basic attributes.”

Ye Yinzhu nodded, thinking to himself that Matlachi truly deserved to be the second-in-mand of the Zi Luolan family.

Although he was not a Grand Sorcerer of the Spiritual Attribute, he must have a profound understanding of Spiritual Magic.

“Master Matlachi is right,” Ye Yinzhu said.

“Necromancy is indeed a manifestation of Spiritual Magic, and calling it an evolution is not an exaggeration.

You may recall that I once studied under Teacher Fergerson for a period.

Therefore, fundamentally speaking, I should be considered a Spirit Mage.

Whether it’s my identity as a Divine Music Master or the identity of a Necromancer that you recognize today, both stem from Spiritual Magic.

Any magic is a power used by humans, and its effects naturally vary depending on where it is applied.”

Having said this, Ye Yinzhu lightly kicked on Macyhno the Iron Dragon and directly entered the ranks of Qin City’s Four Major Infantry Corps.

The Martin brothers exchanged glances, and the expressions in their eyes simultaneously relaxed.

Ye Yinzhu had said all this just to tell them that although he held the identity of a necromancer, fundamentally, he was still a Spirit Mage, and his Spirit Mage was taught by none other than Master Fergerson of the Milan Empire.

My magic will only affect enemies, not allies.

In fact, what the brothers did not know was that the relationship between Milan Empire and Qin City had already intermingled closely, owing to the relationships with Nina and Qin Shang, making it almost impossible for them to be adversaries.

Who was Nina?

In the Milan Empire, she was almost considered an empress dowager.

And Qin Shang?

His status in Qin City might not be very high, perhaps even lower than Supreme Elder Wei Ming and Anya, but don’t forget, Qin Shang was Ye Yinzhu’s mentor, who diligently taught him the Zither Magic for sixteen years.

In Ye Yinzhu’s heart, Qin Shang’s position was even higher than that of his biological grandfather.

With such a relationship, coupled with Ye Yinzhu’s previous studies at the Milan Magic Martial Academy and his good relationships with Silvio, it was difficult for the closeness between Qin City and the Milan Empire to be damaged.

The formation of Qin City’s Four Major Infantry Corps seemed somewhat disorganized at this moment.

Ye Yinzhu could not see, but he could clearly hear many heavy breaths.

Through the senses of his spirit, he discovered that many of the Qin City warriors’ mental states were extremely unstable, and he could even imagine their pale faces.

Today’s battle was, to be said, the first real bloody battle for Qin City’s Four Major Infantry Corps since its establishment.

Among these warriors, even the disciples of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans had little true battle experience.

Ye Yinzhu fully understood their situation but would not indulge it.

Continuously propelling Machino the Iron Dragon, Ye Yinzhu arrived at the center of the Four Infantry Corps and stopped.

An invisible majesty emanated from him, being the focal point of the Qin City warriors without a word being spoken.

Although the battle today was victorious, the disfort of the Qin City infantry was extremely intense.

Facing such a bloody scene for the first time on a battlefield of this scale, countless soldiers had vomited.

That they were still able to gather here and stand firm already represented quite mendable quality.

After all, even many veterans from the Northern Legion of the Milan Empire had experienced vomiting, let alone these new recruits.

“Does it feel terrible?” Ye Yinzhu’s cold voice spread in all directions, his voice containing magic elements and Douqi.

The magic shocked the spirit, focusing everyone’s attention on him, while the Douqi carried his voice far.

The heavy breathing paused for a moment.

Upon hearing Yinzhu’s question, no one spoke, but the breathing of the Qin City warriors already told Yinzhu that they were still not accustomed to the scenes of today.

Ye Yinzhu continued, “Feeling terrible is normal.

Anyone killing for the first time, facing such a bloody scene for the first time, would feel terrible.

But I only want to ask you one question.

Those who understand this question can show up here the next time we battle.

Those who don’t, do not e.

You may report to your superiors, return to Qin City, and join the construction of Qin City where you can also utilize your abilities.

On the battlefield, I only need iron-blooded soldiers, not cowards shaking in fear.”

Perhaps because they were drawn in by Yinzhu’s words, the physical reactions of the Qin City warriors were not as intense as before.

Ye Li, watching his grandson from not far away, could not help but reveal a slight smile and roared in a timely manner, “Disciples of the Zhu Sect, tell me, are you cowards?”

“No—we—are—not!” Roaring out with all their strength, the spirit of the Arrogant Bamboo Legion soldiers surged immensely.

Their strong pride had already alleviated much of the fear and disfort in their hearts.

Almost simultaneously, the manders of the other three legions, who were also Sect Masters, asked the same question.

When all the Qin City infantry warriors let out a furious roar, the demeanor of this 60,000-strong army changed drastically.

Although they had not yet returned to the sharpness they had at the beginning of the battle, the previous depression and hesitation had been swept away.

A slight smile appeared on Ye Yinzhu’s face, his voice carrying far, “Good.

Your answer satisfies me.

The question I wanted to ask is on the battlefield, do you want to e back alive, or turn into pieces like the Beastmen?

I can tell you, if you vomit on the battlefield again, if you again feel fearful, then, you are very likely to end up like the corpses left on the battlefield today.

To survive, to bee stronger—how should you act?

Think about it yourself.

When the next war es, anyone who vomits will be immediately sent back to Qin City, never to enter the Qin City fighting sequence again.”

Having said this, Ye Yinzhu rose from the back of Machino the Iron Dragon and drifted toward Holy Light City.

Behind him, a faint shadow always lingered—if one did not pay close attention, her presence was nearly impossible to detect.

The war between Qin City and Thor Hammer Fort had just begun today.

…

Lion King Guti, Tiger King Qiao Cole, and several Beastman Clan generals gathered inside the military hall of Thor Hammer Fort.

At this moment, each of their auras was extremely unstable.

Although the Thunder God Tribe and War God Tribe were not in harmony, at this moment, having both suffered great losses of tens of thousands of soldiers, neither had the mood to revel in the misfortune of the other.

The battle today had resulted in heavy losses for the Beastmen.

Although their main forces were not affected, this one-sided war had dealt a huge blow to the morale of the entire fortress.

“Chieftain Guti, do you know where these humans came from today?

How could humans have such powerful warriors?

Could it be that they were guests from Faran?” grumbled Qiao Cole in a low voice filled with resentment.

The death of forty thousand warriors was more than a mere heartache could describe his feelings at that moment.

Guti shook his head, saying, “No, these people are not from Faran.

Faran is secretly supporting Landias, which is why we focused all our efforts against the Milan Empire.

Remember, Faran has been sealed off.”

Qiao Cole frowned, “But if not Faran, how could humans have an infantry capable of using Douqi?

Although they lacked mounts, I could tell that these infantry’s bat power might even surpass your Golden Legion and my White Tiger Legion.

To annihilate tens of thousands of ours and still retreat unscathed is something I couldn’t even imagine before.”

Guti replied gravely, “This is where human wisdom lies.

The enemies we encountered today not only had substantial strength, but more importantly, those peculiar battle formations they used allowed them to minimize their losses and inflict heavy damage on us.

Perhaps you have also heard of the name, Qin City.

I am certain, these men were from Qin City.

That young man in white manding in the middle, is the ruler of Qin City, Zither Emperor Ye Yinzhu.

I didn’t expect his strength to be so formidable, outside the fortress, I do not possess the certainty to defeat him.” (To be continued, for more please visit , more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)