Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1990 Chapter 1982: Overwhelming Force

"WHAT?!"

"Th-they're ALL Original Magistrates!!!"

"RUN!! RUN!!! RUN!!!!!"

Shouts echoed everywhere as the Legion of Spirits launched into a wild, thundering rush that rattled the ground and stirred the heavens. Panic gripped them tightly, filled with real terror and shock at what they saw. How could this happen?! They were suddenly outnumbered, and the drive built from their higher cultivation levels and greater numbers came to a screeching stop. Chaos started to spread through their lines.

The Legion of Spirits wasted no time letting them figure things out, surging ahead in a tight, unified push, particularly since a tiny gap had opened up. Zhan Zheng spotted it right away, sending out a command via telepathic soul link, a special ability of the Spirits of War.

A group of archers locked onto the Battalion.

"FIRE!" Echoing the foe's shout, Zhan Zheng gave the signal. The group had just two dozen archers, but that proved plenty as they pointed skyward, and then-

WHOOSH!

Golden arrows flew out relentlessly. Each arrow quivered briefly, then with a misty flash, divided into two. Those split again, making four in all. In under an instant for a Heavenly Saint, the dozen archers unleashed a barrage. A massive blanket of arrows filled the air completely.

As this terrifying view cast shadows over them, dread exploded in their chests since every arrow promised death. One strike would end it. Luckily, their leader, though surprised, adapted swiftly to the chaos. A standout trait in any good commander.

"Hold firm! Everyone! DEFENSIVE FORMATION: Ether's Mirror!" This order signaled a precise setup to scatter, block, or repel the incoming arrows. Sadly, the arrows moved too quickly. In seconds, they slammed right into the formation, hitting hearts with uncanny accuracy.

The count of 1,042 dropped to 875 in a fraction of a second. Screams of agony ended abruptly as corpses tumbled wildly over the terrain, shattering whatever drive the battalion still had. Worst of all, the Battalion Commander, a true Mystic Overlord, got hit by multiple arrows while swinging his spear to fend them off. He stopped just one, suffering a shot to the knee, a pierce between his left ribs, and the loss of a finger.

"Ugh!" Wincing sharply, the truth hit him hard as terror surged inside. Glancing at the relentless advance of the Legion, his bravery started to fade away. They moved swiftly, narrowing the gap, with their front lines now colliding.

The fight dragged on for mere moments as battle weapons flashed with expert control and terrifying velocity, empowered by the Law of War and stained with its brutal might, wiping out the battalion's entire front. Numbers fell more—to 665. Their forward line got torn open without pity as blood sprayed everywhere. The special blood-soaking arrays on their armor failed if the wearer died or if the gear broke irreparably. Every desperate counter during that short clash achieved nothing since the Legion's armor stood unbreakable.

The core strength here stemmed from the Law of War and Wei Wuyin's Elemental Origin Intent. It had water's adaptable, shock-spreading trait, metal's toughness, earth's reforming power, and their blades cut through defenses with fire blazing like a volcano's fury.

"RETREAT!!!" The Battalion Commander finally called for withdrawal. Against an unbeatable foe, any smart leader knows to give this command. Still, he showed skill by pulling out a scroll. Crafted from steel-like paper, akin to aluminum, unfurling it to gain a moment's delay unleashed a True Sage's aura.

Wei Wuyin's gaze lit up. Normally, tools like scrolls or pills could only be used by Soldiers or Commanders who made them themselves. But rare cases existed. Jing Jiu had used a soul-forging method that needed Soul Light to bind the item to the user.

Wei Wuyin paid it little heed, but this bendable steel scroll bore soul runes that aligned perfectly with the Battalion Commander's aura. Seeing this, he chose not to interfere, just observing quickly as Zhan Zheng moved in.

WHOOSH!!!

His spear shot out like a thunderstrike, shredding enemy troops into fragments. It defied distance and duration, drawing on the Law of Space and Time. The Battalion Commander was already pulling back while triggering the scroll, but just as he neared full activation, a bog-like drag hit him from warped space and time messing with his senses. The distant spear vanished and reappeared at his side, smashing into the scroll.

Boom!

His armored hand exploded, the impact ripping to his shoulder and stripping him of his weapon! The scroll flew off. With eyes burning red, he stared down Zhan Zheng before the Legion Commander leaped forward, streaking over the field like a godly serpent, every stride smashing an enemy's life and form. They perished without a sound.

A soul bind locked onto him, blocking all ways out as blood trickled from the Battalion Commander's nose.

"SPIRITUALIST?!" He yelled in total dread and astonishment at the awesome force of a spirit art cast with a mere look. Sadly, as his lips parted wider, Zhan Zheng ignored him completely, the spear back in his left grip and the scroll in the right. A fierce stab drove it through the Battalion Commander's chest, spraying a red flower of blood. Staring in shock, the Commander wanted to say something, but Zhan Zheng denied him. A quick twist of the spear unleashed a wave that knocked him out cold.

With a savage pull that crunched bone, he seized the Battalion Commander's neck right before the dazed troops who'd ruled this Battlefield zone for so long. Soaring high, he unleashed a booming roar that drew every enemy's focus for an instant.

This move opened a gap instantly as the War Soldiers kept their assaults flowing. They hit with ruthless aim, taking lives freely. The survivors hit rock bottom: 74.

All leftover fighters, granted unusual mercy, got rounded up, with any bold escape tries—be it special space charms given as Battlefield lifelines, probably set by the Heavenly Daos or their own luck—snuffed out by the Law of Space.

"Commander Zhan! All prisoners of war secured!" A supply officer, also part of the archers, reported. Golden chains bound each knocked-out soldier, glowing softly with sun-like radiance and carved with mystic spirit marks. The Battalion Commander in Zhan Zheng's hold was the sole exception.

He eyed the barely alive form and flung it to the officer like garbage. War captives had one right: survival at their holders' whim. The officer caught him and swiftly applied the bonds.

"Clean up," Zhan Zheng commanded before vanishing in a blink, landing next to Wei Wuyin, who grasped the blood-red yet ghostly War Flag. The War Spirits sprang into action, stripping valuables and Identity Runes for War Souls from the fallen.

Wei Wuyin anticipated no less from the War Legion he'd invested heavily to build. Take the supply officer: a known figure from the Endless Purgatory. This survivor of the Demonic Sovereign's fall owed it to skill, talent, and luck. A real Heavenly Saint gifted in planning and math, he'd forged his path with Enlightened Scholarly Mist and slotted ideally into the War Legion.

Lots of the Legion's first members had risen to lead their own groups. Wei Wuyin swept his spiritual sense over the 299,999 blood stars in Athena's Heaven's Gate, his look turning pensive.

Zhan Zheng stood by patiently as Wei Wuyin sorted his mind, holding a disciplined stance. Deep down, feelings churned in his gaze. Once, Wei Wuyin was just a mortal borrowing their strength, but now the Nexus War Flag and whole Legion had transformed massively, able to claim minor galaxies like the White Abyssal Galaxy, home to mere Mystic Overlords at peak.

Drawing from all his past and old bounds—which no longer held him—he couldn't fathom handling Laws so smoothly without firing up his Spiritual Soul for the Law of War's hidden essence. It felt impossible. How could he stay unmoved? Yet he hid it all, acting the ideal leader.

Wei Wuyin sensed the inner stirrings of his War Spirits well, so he gave a quick grin, then turned to Zhan Zheng. The Spirit responded at once, "All targets with the auras you specified have been taken."

Wei Wuyin gave a nod. He avoided slaying the Blessed in the ranks, which might rush his Calamity of Hell way too soon, at least now, opting to hold them as war prisoners. He also aimed to probe a concept tied to the Law of War's Spoils of War base. Could he rightfully take...it all?

As this crossed his mind, the blood War Flag waved as Athena pulled in the fresh corpses and lingering souls of the beaten and dead. A burst of soul glow lit up as they streamed into the flag like kin reuniting. These were top-tier fighters, prime for building up.

He felt some blood stars in Athena's Heaven's Gate throb with eager delight, like quenching a fierce craving. After claiming his gains, he gazed at the blood heavens altered by the vast killing across the Battlefield.

"The chase for the Last Daospark is underway. Real powerhouses are pulling in the lucky and the mighty to boost their forces, snatching War Souls as quick as possible. And this is just a side zone. The Galactic Battlefield must be way fiercer," Wei Wuyin stated gravely.

"Should we collect War Souls to push to the Galactic Battlefield?" Legion Commander Zhan Zheng asked. He stood ready to lead that charge, elevating them higher.

"Not yet," Wei Wuyin replied, eyes shining. "Someone's rampaging out there."

With those words, his stare sharpened at the blood sky. This wasn't some natural event, but born from huge-scale carnage. Plus, a hunter's vibe lingered in it, zeroing on him while he stayed under its watch.

"Let's move. Someone needs checking," Wei Wuyin swung the war flag, and Zhan Zheng sent mental directives. The Legion formed a crisp marching line with flawless rhythm and setup. They prepared to advance.

Tilly hurried up, eyes wide with real surprise. Only reaching Wei Wuyin's side calmed her racing feelings a bit. Wei Wuyin smiled brightly and offered his hand. She took it without thinking, sensing the solid warmth that eased her spirit.

Silent, trailing the Legion, they shifted away.

A vast, immense distance off.

A blood tower pierced the heavens, slamming waves of red glow outward. In its heart

stood a shoeless form, flowing hair, calm face.

When the War Legion appeared, the figure's eyes snapped open, showing a predator's sharp glare. A hint of a feral grin touched the lips.