844: Chapter 269: The Death of a Great mander (Part 2) 844: Chapter 269: The Death of a Great mander (Part 2) Struggling to turn his body toward the rear of Holy Light City, he gazed toward the south.
Marshal Martin raised his head and cried out, “Your Majesty, your servant, Marshal Martin, has remained loyal to the Empire.
Long live Milan.”
With a loud boom— Marshal Martin violently shook off the nine Zi Zhu Magic Needles and Green Silk attached to him by Ye Yinzhu, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
With a faint smile, a touch of obstinacy, and immense pride, he fell into the embrace of the new Clan Leader of the Zi Luolan family, his last grandson.
“Grand— Grand—”
Atop the city walls, there was a chorus of sorrow.
All the warriors of the Northern Legion, those who still could move, all knelt on the ground.
Their Marshal, Martin, had departed this world, but he had forever instilled the pride of the Zi Luolan family in these warriors’ hearts.
The only one who could still stand there was Ye Yinzhu, his right hand placed over his left chest, slowly bowing toward the body of Marshal Martin— a gesture of respect among mages.
The battle in the North had finally e to an end.
Zi and Oliveira were handling post-war affairs at Thor Hammer Fort and Holy Light City, respectively.
Qin City Army remained here, assisting both sides in cleaning up the battlefield.
Ye Yinzhu alone sat quietly on the blood-soaked battlefield, quietly playing his zither.
During this battle, nearly a million people had died, and towering resentments had congregated here.
As a Necromancer, what Ye Yinzhu did was the true work of a Necromancer: soothing the undead and resolving their accumulated grievances.
Although a Necromancer’s strength is built upon the power of souls, while soothing these souls, Ye Yinzhu did not enslave any souls but simply used his ancient zither to gently calm their resentment, letting them roam freely between heaven and earth.
Just like Zi’s last realization, witnessing such countless corpses and feeling the resentment of a million undead, Ye Yinzhu’s outlook subtly shifted.
He developed a genuine revulsion for war.
Whether they were human warriors or warriors from the Beastman Clan, they fought ferociously on this battlefield for the interests of a few, sacrificing their precious lives.
If he were to take their souls as well, it would be too unfair for them.
The melancholic melody of the zither drifted over the battlefield.
That figure in white robes sat continuously there, for a whole seven days, his presence persisting on the battlefield.
Strangely enough, amidst the soothing melody, the coldness of the plain gradually dissipated.
Spring was finally about to arrive.
After Oliveira handled the post-war matters in Holy Light City, only sixty thousand warriors, those who survived with their bat capability intact, remained.
After this brutal battle, these warriors of the Milan Northern Corps grew in ways they never had before, having endured the fiercest and most bloody trial.
From then on, they would also bee the core of the Zi Luolan Family’s resurgence.
Oliveira, the last man of the Zi Luolan family and Marshal Martin’s last grandson, received support from everyone.
The soldiers of the Northern Legion respected him just as they had respected Marshal Martin.
The situation for the Beastman Clan was much better than in Holy Light City.
After careful counting, the remaining beastman armies from the Thunder God and War God Tribes totaled about 1.3 million.
Two Ace Corps were pletely unscathed.
Under the formidable power of the Amethyst Legion and the symbolic significance of the Four Sacred Beasts, although there were minor resistances from few descendants of Guti and Jokol, they were swiftly quelled under Zi’s iron-fisted policy.
Zi dispatched his elder brother, Santos, leading the Army of Behemoths, to personally take over War God Fortress.
He also wrote a letter to Bear King Adonis at Solomon Fortress.
Seven days passed, and the battlefield had been clean.
Due to the enormous number of the dead, they could only be roughly categorized into beastmen and humans.
They were directly buried in numerous large pits dug on the vast plain battlefield.
Zi personally wrote to Oliveira, submitting a treaty to Milan, stating that as long as Milan adhered to equal trade, the beastman would never invade.
Oliveira, enduring his pain, worked tirelessly and relentlessly.
The battle reports and the equal treaty with the Beastman Clan were sent together to Milan City, the Capital of the Milan Empire.
Seven days later, Ye Yinzhu’s performance was still as graceful as ever.
Each of his movements seemed to embody the profound truths of the universe, and the gentle notes of his zither soothed the last batch of souls.
The space touched by the soul finally quieted down gradually.
The sunshine filled the earth, a faint warmth permeating.
Slowly lifting his head, Ye Yinzhu’s hands gently fell, smoothing over the remnants of the zither music, his face revealing a faint smile.
Master Phil Jackson, did you see?
I have fulfilled the true meaning of being a Necromancer.
I have not let you down.
Although he hadn’t acquired a single spirit in these seven days, the process of calming the spirits’ resentments profoundly affected Ye Yinzhu.
He could clearly feel the changes among every spirit, and his constant playing equated to constant cultivation.
Acpanied by a million spirits over these seven days, his strength had quietly climbed, a fact that even he hadn’t anticipated.
He had gained enormous benefits from the respect generated as the spirits’ resentments dissipated.
His own soul imprint had materialized in his mind, responding to Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead.
It was a pale gold entity, the size of a soybean, that was Ye Yinzhu’s soul imprint.
It floated and slowly rotated in the center of the Spirit of the Sea, with Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead orbiting around it, the dense soul aura exponentially enhanced Ye Yinzhu’s perception.
It is worth noting that within Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead, there wasn’t just Phil Jackson’s soul imprint but also the entirety of Sloan’s soul breath released before his death.
The huge soul power within this bead was even greater than Phil Jackson’s soul before he ignited the Soul Fire.
After Sloan acquired the Soul Bead, he was unable to engage the soul power within it due to Phil Jackson’s intense resentment.
However, Ye Yinzhu was different; Phil Jackson’s soul might have dissipated, but the last bit of the soul imprint still recognized his identity.
Feeling Ye Yinzhu’s kindness during the soul calming process, the fundamental power within Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead gradually released, coordinating with the enhancement of Ye Yinzhu’s original force and soul power, it helped him condense his own Soul Bead in the second rank of Sub-God level.
It must be understood that a solid soul and the original soul imprint are entirely different concepts.
A human’s soul is undoubtedly fragile, and the core soul imprint is even more so, always at risk of shattering under the impact of a powerful soul.
However, when the soul condenses into a Soul Bead like this, the soul imprint undergoes a qualitative leap, not only being much stronger but also immensely harder.
One might ask, soul impacts are just fluctuations of the soul, so how could they destroy a Soul Bead that has transformed into a solid entity?
Such a transformation into a Soul Bead is only seen among two types of mages: the dark mage and the spirit mage.
Only these two types, who expend a great deal of energy in cultivating the soul and use the soul as the origin to unleash magic, have the potential to develop a Soul Bead.
However, the cultivation of a Soul Bead is exceedingly difficult.
Even the extraordinarily talented Master Phil Jackson only obtained his fist-sized Soul Bead when he reached the Ninth Rank Sub-God level, attempting to challenge the White Witch Soul by sacrificing his physical body to concentrate all energy in his soul.
At that moment, the Soul Bead represented not only his spiritual power but also his physical body.
Although the Soul Bead Ye Yinzhu had condensed was much smaller than Phil Jackson’s, it was a good start.
With this foundation, it would be much easier to enhance it in the future.
Moreover, with the Soul Bead, as a necromancer, if he encounters powerful souls in the future, his own soul imprint will not waver.
Furthermore, with Phil Jackson’s Soul Bead guarding next to his, even the Soul Tower Master MacMillan and the most powerful Tower Master Aubrey would be inferior to Ye Yinzhu at the soul level.
A faint ring of water-like halo surrounded Ye Yinzhu’s body, gently rippling as his spiritual world unfolded once more.
Under the influence of Unity of Heaven and Man, he could sense that the bloody scent around had pletely dissipated.
These seven days were of extraordinary significance to Ye Yinzhu, reaching the Sub-God level, his heart was truly at peace for the first time, and his progress not only reflected in his soul but his heart finally reached the highest realm of Zither Magic, Taixuan Qinxin.
A faint glow flickered, and the air seemed to have gained something extra.
Ye Yinzhu felt a slight movement in his heart, his figure gracefully spun, and in the next moment, he had vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was embracing another person.
Embracing Sura’s delicate body, a wave of tenderness rose in Ye Yinzhu’s heart, “I have finally calmed the spirits’ resentments, Sura, let’s go back.” Although he was playing the zither all along, Ye Yinzhu knew that many people, including his two wives, and Zi herself, despite being very busy, had visited him several times.
“Yin Zhu,” Sura softly called.
Ye Yinzhu was momentarily startled because he noticed that Sura’s body felt somewhat cold, and her emotions seemed different from usual.
“Sura, what’s wrong?” (To be continued, for more details, please visit .
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