High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 248 - 149: Rally Old Forces in the Underworld, 100,000 Banners to Slay Yama (Triple-Length - )

Chapter 248: Chapter 149: Rally Old Forces in the Underworld, 100,000 Banners to Slay Yama (Triple-Length Chapter)

The little girl holding the bell was naturally Su Huaiying.

In her hand was the main culprit of the Yong’an State flood disaster, the "Retrospective Bell" existing in the secret realm of the Yong’an River.

It traces back life and death, manifesting the Intermediate Realm.

This is the divine power of the "Retrospective Bell."

It can summon the long-dispersed spirits back to the human world to be driven by the holder!

However, the divine power of the "Retrospective Bell" is not without conditions.

The first is the hard condition, which is the spirits recalled by the "Retrospective Bell" must have died within three months.

If it exceeds three months, the spirit will fully return to oblivion, reconstructing all things, and it will be impossible to reconvene.

Second, the deeper the connection between the spirit and the holder, the better the effect of soul summoning.

This connection can essentially be understood as an obsession, not the holder’s obsession with these spirits, but the spirits’ obsession with the holder.

Only in this way can the spirit be completely summoned back.

The deeper the obsession, the more complete the spirit; on the contrary, the summoned spirit may be a dysfunctional or idiot.

Dysfunctional refers to a lack of ability, while idiot refers to chaotic divine sense.

Undoubtedly, the soldiers guarding the Liang Kingdom and the Huo Family Army who died even less than two months are very fresh spirits.

Their inner obsession is naturally the extinguished Liang Kingdom and the only royal descendant of the Liang Kingdom - the Little Princess Su Huaiying.

Therefore, the spirits summoned by Su Huaiying using the "Retrospective Bell" at this moment are almost complete Liang Kingdom soldiers!

Their image is retained at the last moment before death, and their strength as well.

Leading a young general holding a long lance with a flag composed of comrades’ clothes, the flag fluttering wildly, upon which a blood-drawn golden hook iron stroke "Huo" character is etched.

This naturally represents the Huo Family Army led by Huo Hengxuan.

Back then, outside the Imperial City, still fighting to seize the city, aside from cultivators from Spirit Platform Mountain, most were the spontaneously regrouped Huo Family Army.

Therefore, these people later died on the city head...

Chen Kuang had seen this special flag once inserted in the midst of the soldiers’ corpses during the siege outside the Imperial City.

Originally, the guards in the Liang Imperial City were actually later incorporated into the Black Armor Army, serving as bait and cover, foolishly dying for Li Hongling.

The Huo Family Army, indeed different from these useless dregs, was the elite core cultivated single-handedly by Huo Hengxuan.

A thought flashed in Chen Kuang’s mind:

"If the downfall of the Liang Kingdom itself is a scheme, then the initial discord between Huo Hengxuan and Su Yu, the withholding of Huo Hengxuan’s Tiger Talisman, and the disbanding of the Huo Family Army, should also be part of an act."

"It’s possible... Huo Hengxuan hoped to thereby let the Huo Family Army avoid this epic battle, preserving as much vitality as possible."

"But unfortunately, the Huo Family Army insisted on loyalty to serve the country or were too loyal to Huo Hengxuan, returning to the Imperial City, becoming part of the myriad corpses."

Nonetheless, at this moment, their hearts should be full of thrill and joy.

The opportunity they fought for with their lives allowed the last royal descendant of the Liang Kingdom to survive and lead them once again on the battlefield!

This should be the best end for them.

Standing on the stone, Su Huaiying loudly commanded the Huo Family Army to meet the enemy, directing the transformation of positions.

Though her voice was juvenile, her figure petite, her gaze was fierce, commanding with a unique, irresistible aura.

And the spirits summoned by the "Retrospective Bell" dare not defy her orders.

Because of the bell connection, these spirits coordinated more harmoniously and responded much faster to Su Huaiying’s commands.

More importantly, spirits are not bound by physical bodies, can move freely within the Intermediate Realm.

Thus enabling swift position shifting upon forming arrays!

Reaction time for soldiers and moving time for the army approaches zero!

Almost instantaneously, all soldiers positioned as per Su Huaiying’s will, confronting the enemies they should.

Aerially, the soldiers on both sides resemble two-tone pieces on a chessboard.

One side’s original force wants to take form, while the other suddenly descended with numerous pieces, directly filling the empty spots, consuming many pieces.

Throwing the Yang Kingdom’s army force into sudden chaos on the chessboard!

"Kill!!!"

As the shouts of killing soared into the sky, this true phantom army scattered the Yang Kingdom troops obstructing the front!

However, this doesn’t mean they can just crush all elite Yang Kingdom troops.

On the contrary, the Yang Kingdom army’s overall strength is several times stronger.

The soldier’s strength assembled remains the same, and varies due to different obsessions, showing different levels of strength depletion.

Even many lack sufficient strength for their spirits to leave the body; if with original physical strength, upon leaving, the spirit would be obliterated by the Intermediate Realm.

Their existence now relies entirely on the divine power of the "Retrospective Bell."

This is also the strength of the "Retrospective Bell."

Presently, Su Huaiying’s purpose is not to have them confront the enemy head-on. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The true influence they exert is actually against the formation led by Jiang Wei on the opposite side.

As the enemy formations are dispersed, amidst fear of these suddenly appearing enemies, Yang Kingdom soldiers lose heart spirit, their morale naturally ebbing.