Afterwards, Xi Heng promoted the guys who surrendered first in the church, and then waved his hand at the hundreds of people kneeling on the ground and said:
"Now that the metal and stone are about to break, you can all go back, and the one called Wang Lu will stay."
The voice fell, but the surrounding cultists were still kneeling stupidly, not daring to move.
It was not until Xi Heng said "Go away" again that they quickly stood up and left.
A thin man with messy hair approached humbly. Xi Heng asked her a few simple questions such as how the Jingming Sect was run in the past, how they worshipped and prayed every day, where the altar was, etc., and then asked the man to leave.
Gradually, there were no more living people around her, only hundreds of corpses that continued to bleed, dyeing the ground scarlet.
Xi Heng exhaled slowly.
What I just said should be enough to create a new religion if it is properly implemented in the last years of the ancient dynasty when people are ignorant and need faith to feel at ease.
However, I don’t know whether my eloquence, which I can deliver on the spot, can convince others.
Believe it or not.
If you don't believe it, just kill me.
Xi Heng didn't pay much attention to this. What she cared about more now was that her sword intent had improved to a higher level today, and the two anomalies that suddenly appeared during the battle just now -
The first is that as you are killing, your mind suddenly becomes quiet and the movements around you slow down, creating a state of high mental concentration and stillness.
The second is that in that state, the strength of the horizontal sword energy swung out was far greater than that of the sword energy usually used in sword practice.
The sword energy expanded across thirty or forty meters and chopped off hundreds of heads in one strike.
Now after the battle, without the bonus of being calm, she felt it would be difficult for her to replicate that horizontal slashing move.
"The sword I just swung was the result of my sword spirit being honed to a deep level, reaching a breakthrough moment, and it was a natural strike from my mind..." Xi Heng pulled out the blood-stained sword, looked at the face reflected on the surface of the blade, and kept recalling the moment just now.
"Since that move is related to the sword intent, once the sword intent is improved a little more, I should be able to use it at will."
"When I can enter a state of calmness at any time, rather than when an idea strikes me, maybe I can try to create a unique skill of my own."
"When creating your own unique skills, you can refer to other Huajin sword techniques. Although martial arts cannot be practiced together, copying and borrowing moves are possible... It's just that you can't fully bring out the characteristics of that martial art."
"What we need to do now is to hone our sword skills."
"I don't know how long it will take to hone my skills..."
She shook her head, came to her senses and looked around.
There was blood and flesh everywhere.
The head with eyes open and eyes unwilling to close fell in a pool of blood, motionless. The messy hair on the head was stained with blood and the night wind could hardly blow it away.
“…I don’t know how many more people I have to kill.”
Because everything will be restored after loading the game, Xi Heng has no feelings about the murder he committed.
I just looked at the horrific scene around me that looked like hell and thought it was pretty interesting.
"Let's go back." Xi Heng sheathed his sword again and again, and finally lowered his head to glance at the blood all over his body.
The blood splattered on her hands and face had already solidified and stuck together, and the smell of blood filled her nose, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
She stepped on the pool of blood on the ground and left the bloody place.
As for where to go back to, it was naturally the restaurant where we stayed before.
She still remembered that there was a bathroom in the restaurant where she could wash herself and change clothes.
After killing the cultists, of course you have to take a good bath and relax.
"It's a pity that no one can come and give me a massage, tsk." She said to herself:
"After we get back, play with Senior Sister."
After all, in this life, the only person I have a relatively close relationship with is Senior Sister Hong Miao.
Who else?
"Yan Hongji?" Xi Heng suddenly remembered this name.
The other person's curvy figure immediately appeared in my mind.
"Ok?"
……
Xi Heng rested well for a day in the deserted restaurant. He took a cold shower, changed his clothes, and washed the suit he had worn during the battle that day, which had been stained crimson with blood.
What made her unhappy was that no matter how she washed the bloodstained clothes, they could not be washed clean. Patches of blood were printed on them like patterns.
"Why is there no protease laundry detergent in this world..."
The next evening, Xi Heng pouted as he looked at the many dark blood-red lines still printed on the surface of the dried clothes.
Although the blood on the surface of the suit has faded after drying, it would not be considered blood at first glance, but rather like flame-like carvings.
She stood on the balcony, holding her custom-made outfit in both hands and looking left and right.
But if you look closely for a while, you can still see it.
The setting sun slowly fell, and the dim light fell on the slightly fluttering clothes and also on the girl's profile.
Xi Heng did not use any disguise to paint a kind face these days, but just kept his most natural appearance.
After all, he has killed so many people, there is no need to hide his identity as a blood demon anymore.
“I wonder if those believers have listened carefully and re-edited the doctrine.”
"Let's go and have a look in two days."
"If you don't obey, kill you until you obey." Xi Heng's method of persuasion is quite direct.
She understood that her eloquence might not be good, but when it came to killing people, she was still among the best in Da Zhao.
If words cannot convince, then use the sword to convince - this can be considered as taking advantage of one's strengths and making up for one's weaknesses.
The girl hummed a tune, collected the dried clothes one by one and held them in her arms. Her steps, movements and temperament were just like an ordinary, gentle and kind girl next door.
Holding the clothes in his arms, he looked up at the city wall in the distance to the west, and the setting sun further behind.
The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun is dyed on the light clouds, the sunset glow spreads for thousands of miles, and the twilight is like a beautiful painting, sticking to the end of the vision.
"The weather is nice." Xi Heng looked at it quietly for a while.
Suddenly, a black spot blocked the brilliance of the sunset.
While she was wondering, the black spot sank quickly again.
Then, the people and objects on the city wall in the distance seemed to tremble.
Two or three seconds later, a loud bang was heard from the western wall, like the sound of a war drum.
But no matter what kind of war drum it is, it should not make such a loud noise.
The black dot that flew high just now was a rolling stone thrown by the catapult.
The next moment, the afterglow of the setting sun cast five or six black spots, which hit the city wall one after another.
"Where did the catapult come from?" Xi Heng tilted his head.
The Zhao soldiers had been besieging the city for less than three days, so how did they build a trebuchet? Even the most skilled craftsmen wouldn't be able to do it so quickly, right?
"Were they pulled from Xiuzhou and Gui'an? Did they start building siege equipment before the Northern Army arrived?" She made a random guess.
The officers and soldiers activated the catapults, not knowing whether it was a test or they were going to attack the city today.
Xi Heng tried to see clearly what was happening on the city wall, but the distance was too far. Everything was just tiny dots and lines, making it difficult to see the specific situation.
She then retracted her gaze and looked down at the various clothes in her hands.
"I just washed my clothes and now they are stained with blood. It's so troublesome..."
Xi Heng even wanted to put on the simple dress she was wearing in the restaurant, take her sword and rush to the battlefield.
However, there might be powerful masters of Hua Jin in this siege. Even if he only intends to kill some scattered enemy troops on the edge of the battlefield to hone his sword skills, he should take it seriously.
She turned back to her room, changed into a cleaner warrior outfit, hung the sword around her waist, and tied her hair into a ponytail with a hairband.
When everything was ready, Xi Heng returned to the balcony and used his Qing Kung Fu to jump up, flying to the eaves of another pavilion, and then ran towards the western city wall where the sound of stones was constantly heard.
The roar continued, as if the drums of war were announcing the beginning of a great war.
She easily crossed a distance of thousands of meters and first hid herself on a pavilion close to the city wall.
At this point, you can clearly see the situation on the battlefield outside the wall.
At present, the officers and soldiers have not yet placed the ladders against the city walls, and most of the Tianliang defenders are just preparing with bows and arrows. The two armies are quite far away and it is obvious that the battle has not yet started.
Only the many catapults on the wall, which looked different from those outside the wall, were moving hurriedly.
Huge rocks came crashing down one after another, and the catapults on the city walls aimed outside the city, releasing kerosene or huge rocks.
But the pitchers in the Tianliang army were obviously not very accurate.
Xi Heng watched three or four rounds from the side and saw that most of the boulders only hit the flat ground outside the city, making a simple thud and then there was no reaction.
Most of Tianliang's catapults only attack the city. The catapults will directly hit large targets such as city walls and gates. It doesn't matter if they cross the city walls. Throwing them into the city can cause chaos, so there is no need to be too accurate.
But now it was a catapult-to-catapult duel, and all previous experience was of no use. They could only keep adjusting the direction and strength of the catapults, repeating the three steps of aiming, firing, and missing.
The catapults bombarded each other for nearly ten minutes. Xi Heng saw the catapult on the city wall being smashed to pieces by a whistling boulder. The fragments of various sizes scattered on several soldiers, knocking them to the ground.
"So weak...I can be killed even if I attack from high or low."
Seeing this scene, Xi Heng could probably be certain that as long as there were no large numbers of reinforcements, the Tianliang Army would inevitably fail and lose the city.
She was not surprised, as this was how the second life developed.
At the end of the west, a red sunset sank below the horizon, countless shadows lengthened, and the sky became increasingly darker.
The catapults continued to bombard each other for one or two incense sticks' time, and three more trebuchets on the city wall were smashed. And around the remaining dozen or so trebuchets, the commands were becoming more and more anxious.
The sky gradually darkened and the roar continued.
The torches inserted on the city walls were lit, the sound of war drums outside gradually increased, and Xi Heng also began to act.
She found a side of the city wall where there were fewer soldiers stationed and climbed up in the dark.
There were people guarding the stairs, but how could these ordinary soldiers find her?
Xi Heng used the breath-hiding technique from the Hongxian sword technique. His footsteps were silent and his movements were invisible. He approached the guard lightly and then pierced the guard's throat with the long sword hidden behind his shoulder under his armpit.
The sword blade flicked, and only a hissing sound of blood spurting out was heard.
Xi Heng pressed him to the ground, also silently.
She quickly stepped onto the stairs along the wall, and in front of her was an armored soldier with his back to her, holding a spear.
She followed him stealthily, and when she got close, she always felt a red dot on his back. She stood up and stabbed his heart with the sword, then covered his mouth and nose and took his life before he could make a sound.
After knocking the man down, she looked to the right and saw a man not far away who seemed to have heard the noise and stopped and turned around, about to retract his sword slightly.
The qi and blood in the body gathered momentum along with the sword blade and then burst out together.
As the sword moved, a red line shot out.
The blood-nailed sword energy pierced through the enemy's head, and before he turned around to see what happened, the man fell down in a daze.
Xi Heng looked around again and saw no one in sight, so he casually piled the two bodies together and turned back to the city wall.
Standing by the wall and looking out, you can see a sea of people, much clearer than before.
"many……"
Torches were stuck into the ground, illuminating the tens of thousands of soldiers who were vaguely forming a Bagua formation in the back.
There were more than 20 large catapults loosely stacked in front of the officers and soldiers. There were more than a dozen people busy around each catapult, adjusting the direction of the force, or turning the winch hard to pull down the catapult arm, or moving stones to load ammunition.
Compared with the simple-structured waggons of the Tianliang rebels, the siege equipment brought by the officers and soldiers was obviously more complete and complex.
Gradually, a catapult that was pulled a little further away accumulated power and was loaded with ammunition, and was immediately released when the person giving orders at the front waved the flag.
The stone bullet flew across the sky and hit the city wall steadily. It not only made a loud bang, but also made a wooden sound like a house collapsing.
The catapults on the city wall also fired back, but the result was not much different from firing in vain.
Tianliang was constantly debugging, but the officers and soldiers outside, whose operating skills were obviously superior, did not give them much time.
As one chariot after another was smashed onto the city wall, the slow but steady sound of war drums outside suddenly quickened.
The general at the front waved the flags and ordered the large shield vanguard to move out.
