Unconsciously, a month has passed, the war between the Great Qin Empire and the Ultron Empire has been escalating, and tens of millions of soldiers have been deployed on the border, and a major war may break out at any time, and the prices of various war materials have been soaring, and the surrounding countries have raised their vigilance to prevent being involved and becoming cannon fodder for the Great Qin Empire and the Ultron Empire.

When the Great Qin Empire and the Ultron Empire faced off militarily, and the rest of the Sword Immortal World waited for the outbreak of war, the second batch of 10,000 dead soldiers of the Dead Soldier Training System smoothly came out of the space of the Dead Soldier Training System, allowing Zhao Hu to have 20,000 dead soldiers who could be compared to saint-level warriors, and sent the resources raised in the Ultron Empire to the Dead Soldier Training System to continue to train the third batch of dead soldiers.

Zhao Hu, whose strength had skyrocketed, did not hesitate, leaving 10,000 dead soldiers as his followers, and personally led 10,000 dead soldiers to quietly infiltrate Dagang Province, one of the three southwestern provinces of the Wirt Federation.

Dagang Province is one of the three southwestern provinces of the Wirt Federation, close to the sea, with hundreds of large ports and countless sea vessels, the maritime trade is very prosperous, it is the richest province of the three southwestern provinces of the Wirt Federation, and it is also the tenth province of the Wirt Federation, and has a very important position in the Wirt Federation.

Because Dagang Province has an extremely important position in the Werther Federation, more than 1,000 saint-level warriors are stationed in Dagang Province to protect the safety of Dagang Province, and any individual and force who dares to make trouble in Dagang Province will be attacked by the saint-level warriors stationed in Dagang Province.

The 1,000 Saint-level warriors stationed in Dagang Province have a noble status, and naturally it is impossible to be stationed in one place every day, so the 1,000 Saint-level warriors stationed in Dagang Province are very scattered, except for the 100 Saint-level warriors stationed in Dagang Province, other Saint-level warriors are scattered in all corners of Dagang Province, enjoying a luxurious life.

Although the 10,000 dead soldiers brought by Zhao Hu could easily kill the 1,000 saint-level warriors in Dagang Province, Zhao Hu was not prepared to use 10,000 dead soldiers at once, but was prepared to use only 3,000 dead soldiers, and the remaining 7,000 dead soldiers were hidden in Dagang Province to ambush the saint-level warriors of the Wirt Federation.

In the middle of the night, the boundless darkness began to cover the whole land, and the entire province of Dagang was plunged into darkness, except for a few people who were looking for pleasure, everyone fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, Zhao Hu asked 2,500 dead soldiers to pounce on a saint-level warrior stationed in Dagang Province in groups of three or five, and hunted them mercilessly, while he personally took 500 dead soldiers and quickly sneaked away in the direction of the Saint-level warriors of the Wirt Federation in Dagang Province.

Soon after, Zhao Hu led 500 dead soldiers to the southwest corner of Dagang Province under a 10,000-meter high mountain, on which a large number of glorious palaces loomed in the lush forest.

This 10,000-meter-high mountain, located in the southwest corner of Dagang Province, is the station of the Velt Federation Saint-level Warrior Organization in Dagang Province, where a full hundred Saint-level warriors are stationed, and it is strictly forbidden for any idle people to approach.

"Finish out all the guards in front!" Looking up at the high mountain in the night sky, Zhao Hu turned his gaze to the guards below the high mountain, and commanded the dead soldier beside him with a calm face.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, the dead man beside him hurriedly responded softly.

Immediately afterward, I saw more than a dozen dead soldiers turn into a black afterimage, disappear into the night sky, and quickly approach in the direction of the guards below the mountain.

"Let's go!" Zhao Hu, who was not far away, saw that the guards under the mountain were silently killed by more than ten dead soldiers, so he whispered to the dead soldiers behind him.

As he spoke, Zhao Hu took a step forward and took the lead in galloping towards the high mountain.

More than ten dead soldiers all have the strength comparable to saint-level warriors, and with the special training of the dead soldier training system, the ordinary guards on the high mountain could not detect the existence of the dead soldiers at all, and they were killed unconsciously.

While! While! While!

A bell that rang through the heavens and the earth suddenly sounded in the silent night sky, and it clearly reached the ears of every saint-level warrior on the high mountain, making the faces of a saint-level warrior change slightly, and they hurriedly put down the things in their hands and galloped towards the direction of the most glorious hall above the mountain.

"What's going on?" Zhao Hu, who had just walked halfway up the mountain, heard the bell ringing through the heavens and the earth, frowned slightly, and asked a dead leader beside him.

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, the leader of the dead soldiers beside him hurriedly responded: "Your Majesty, the saint-level warriors of the Velt Federation have set up a saint-level warrior secret post in front, and the saint-level warriors in this secret post have discovered the dead soldiers who attacked and killed the guards, and sounded the alarm. ”

"Oh, that's it! Since we can't sneak attack, let's kill it openly! Hearing the words of the leader of the dead soldiers, Zhao Hu nodded lightly.

After speaking, Zhao Hu didn't hide it, an invisible momentum was released from his body, and as soon as his body moved, he turned into an afterimage and flew straight towards the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the five hundred dead soldiers behind Zhao Hu did not hesitate or hesitate at all, they let go of the invisible momentum on their bodies, formed a small battle formation with hundreds of people, followed Zhao Hu, and galloped towards the top of the mountain.

When Zhao Hu flew to the top of the mountain with five hundred dead soldiers, the one hundred saint-level warriors stationed at the top of the mountain by the Wirt Federation had all gathered in front of the most glorious palace on the top of the mountain, and formed a defensive formation, carefully guarding Zhao Hu and the others.

"Who are you?" Looking at Zhao Hu galloping over, a big man wearing a gray robe and holding a sharp big knife with a rough appearance walked out of the defensive formation composed of a hundred saint-level warriors, looked at Zhao Hu with an angry face and asked loudly.

"I am Zhao Hu, the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire, I declare that our Great Qin Empire and your Velt Federation are officially in a state of war, you now have two choices, one is to surrender immediately and belong to our Great Qin Empire, and the other is to resist stubbornly and be killed by the warriors of our Great Qin Empire and become a cold corpse!" Looking at the rough-looking man, after hearing his questioning voice, Zhao Hu responded with a calm face.

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, the rough-looking big man scolded loudly with an angry face: "Your Great Qin Empire dares to declare war with our Velt Federation, I really don't know how the dead word is written!" I advise you to surrender immediately, belong to our Wirt Federation, I can be the master and let you go, otherwise, when the large group of saint-level warriors of our Wirt Federation arrives, it will be too late for you to surrender! ”

Hearing the words of the rough-looking man, Zhao Hu was a little speechless, shook his head helplessly and said, "Since you don't know the current affairs, then I have no choice but to send you on the road!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Hu's right hand waved lightly forward, and a small battle formation composed of a hundred dead soldiers crossed Zhao Hu and rushed towards the defensive position composed of a hundred Velt saint-level warriors in front of the palace.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

With a loud shout of slaughter, one after another extremely powerful sword rays shot out from the small battle formation composed of dead soldiers, with infinite power, like a torrential rain, pouring towards the defensive position composed of a hundred Velt Federation saint-level warriors.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a crisp sound of metal colliding, one after another extremely powerful sword rays were blocked by the saint-level warrior of the Wirt Federation waving the weapon in his hand, shattering it, turning it into a little light, and disappearing into nothingness.

However, the number of dead soldiers was five times that of the Velth Federation Saint-level warriors, and with the tacit understanding, the power of the joint attack was extremely powerful, and they quickly broke through the defensive position composed of the Velth Federation Saint-level warriors, and poured a rain-like sword attack onto the body of a famous saint-level warrior, causing it to let out a terrible scream and become a broken corpse.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

As time passed, the advantage of the five hundred dead became greater and greater, and more and more Velt Federation saint-level warriors were killed by heavy losses, letting out a terrible scream.

"We'll break out in a minute!" Seeing the fall of his companion beside him, the rough-looking big man, with a glint in his eyes, said to the Velt Federation Saint-level warrior behind him.

That rough-looking big man had a lot of prestige among the Velt Federation Saint-level warriors, and as soon as his voice fell, the remaining dozens of Velt Saint-level warriors nodded in agreement.

"Let's go!" When there were only more than thirty saint-level warriors left beside him, the rough-looking big man did not hesitate, and immediately roared, and an incomparably powerful momentum was released from his body, and the sharp broadsword in his hand flashed, and a fierce sword shot out from it, crushing the sword that attacked him, and his body turned into an afterimage, and galloped straight towards the sky in the distance.

With the rude-looking man taking the lead, the other more than thirty saint-level warriors also followed suit, roaring angrily, agitating the fighting energy in their bodies, and sending out a ferocious attack, crushing the sword rays that attacked them, and shooting towards the distant sky.

It's just that these thirty or so saint-level warriors were not as lucky as the rough-looking big men who broke out of the encirclement composed of five hundred dead soldiers, but fell into the crazy attack of five hundred dead soldiers, and were drowned by the torrential attack, becoming a broken corpse, sprinkling blood rain all over the sky.