Douluo Dalu: My Martial Spirit is the Worm of Time

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Three years later.

Before Jialing Pass, Yan Jin, clad in red, stood on a small hill, gazing at the distant, imposing fortress.

Her expression was indifferent, a hint of composure in her dark red eyes.

Below the hill, a stretch of camps sprawled, wisps of smoke rising from the cooking fires in front of them.

For the past three years, the Douluo Continent had been engulfed in flames of war, conflicts raging incessantly.

The Tudor Empire, led by the "Blood Emperor" Amon, and the Spirit Empire, led by "Pope" Bibi Dong, had been engaged in a full-scale war.

In the early stages of the war, under the leadership of the "Military God" Lei Yin, the Tudor Empire's army had repeatedly won battles, pushing the front line forward by hundreds of kilometers and seizing countless territories of the Spirit Empire.

The various forces, large and small, within the Spirit Empire were in a state of panic, and many sent people to the Tudor Empire to express their willingness to surrender and pledge allegiance.

However, Romier, the foreign minister of the Tudor Empire in charge of this matter, was extremely arrogant and rude, making demands that were unbearable, and each negotiation ended in discord.

As a result, these forces also abandoned their intention to surrender to the Tudor Empire and all accepted the leadership of the Spirit Hall.

With the addition of such a large force of Soul Masters, the Spirit Empire reversed its decline and began to turn the tide of the war.

The Tudor Empire, due to its overextended battle lines and other reasons, lacked staying power, and the two sides entered a stalemate.

Tudor Empire General Yan Jin led tens of thousands of troops to confront several titled Douluo of the Spirit Empire, including Grand Elder Qian Daoliu and Pope Bibi Dong, at Jialing Pass.

The two sides fought fiercely for dozens of battles, but neither could gain the upper hand.

On the Jialing Pass battlefield, the Spirit Empire actually had an advantage in terms of conventional military strength, and Bibi Dong tried to launch a counterattack several times, but failed each time.

Because the Tudor Empire had a strongest point that could not be broken.

General Yan Jin, known as the "God of Fire" and "God of War," demonstrated overwhelming and terrifying power.

In one battle, she even pulled a meteorite down from the sky!

If the high-end combat power of both sides had not deliberately stayed away from the ordinary army in that battle, then I am afraid that Jialing Pass, along with the hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides, would have been turned into dust under that blow.

It was also after that battle that Bibi Dong completely gave up the idea of a counterattack on the frontal battlefield, because no matter how many troops there were, they could not withstand Yan Jin's disaster-like moves.

However, the Spirit Empire was not passively beaten all the time. Their number of Soul Masters far exceeded that of the Tudor Empire.

Under the order of Pope Bibi Dong, the Soul Masters broke into smaller groups and infiltrated the Tudor Empire to carry out large-scale destruction, create panic, and threaten civilians.

Due to the war, the quality of life of the people in the Tudor Empire also declined sharply, accumulating a large amount of anti-war sentiment.

This also gave the Soul Masters of the Spirit Empire an opportunity to incite the people in the Tudor Empire and organize demonstrations and other anti-war activities.

The "Blood Emperor" Amon seemed to know nothing about appeasement, and only had one strategy for all those who opposed him - kill.

He mobilized the army and carried out a bloody suppression of these demonstrations.

Such measures deepened the conflict, ignited dissatisfaction, and internal strife broke out in many areas.

This forced Lei Yin, who was on the front line, to return to the country to deal with the internal strife and arrest the Soul Masters who had infiltrated from the enemy country.

The pressure on the Spirit Empire's frontal battlefield was greatly reduced, and counterattacks were attempted on several other battlefields besides Jialing Pass.

For a time, the Tudor Empire, which had been as powerful as the sun and had a tendency to unify the world, fell into turmoil, as if it would disintegrate at any time.

However, Amon, the "Blood Emperor" who launched the war, remained unmoved, neither changing his strategy nor participating in the war himself, and continued to indulge in pleasure in the palace of Night Capital.

He seemed to have forgotten his ambition, forgotten his ambition to unify the world, and indulged in pleasure.

A handsome young man in a blue military uniform, with sea-blue hair and azure eyes, walked into the Tudor Palace and entered the back garden without being stopped.

This was Lei Yin, who had been fighting outside and had not returned for more than two years.

This time, he was chasing two spirit saints who were inciting rebellion, and happened to come to Night Capital. He also received news that someone wanted to assassinate the king.

Although he didn't think anyone could assassinate Amon, since he had received the news, and it was on the way, he would just come and meet him and report the situation.

Then, Lei Yin was stunned.

Next to the pool in the back garden, a man with a round face, three chins, a big belly, thick hands, wearing a dragon robe, and a monocle on his right eye was lying on a recliner, with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head.

"Ah? Ah... Mr. Amon?" Lei Yin couldn't believe his eyes.

He stared at the man who was suspected to be the emperor for a long time, and vaguely saw some of Amon's facial features on his face.

"Oh, it's Lei Yin." The chubby man got up from the recliner, and because he was too fat, his movements seemed a little difficult.

A sense of disillusionment and unreality filled Lei Yin's mind, and he asked in a somewhat doubtful tone: "Mr. Amon, are the rumors outside true?"

"Rumors?" The chubby Amon was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "You mean the rumors that I am addicted to enjoyment and will lead the country to destruction? That's just an experiment."

"An experiment?"

"Yes, have you been wondering why I want to launch a war that has no benefit? Why do I ask you to maintain your demeanor at all times on the battlefield, in front of your subordinates, and to show your most handsome and glorious side as much as possible?" Amon asked with a smile.

Lei Yin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Three years ago, I was indeed wondering at the beginning, but later I broke through many forces in the war, collected many ancient books, and heard many legends, and I also had some guesses."

He paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Level 100 to become a god... War is not without benefit, but the benefit is in a place we can't see."

Amon raised his chubby hand, pinched his monocle, and smiled:

"That's right, becoming a god requires faith... and disaster is the easiest time to gather faith, and war is also a kind of disaster. Gathering faith on the battlefield is a fast and effective method.

"There are many people in the empire who oppose the war, but there are also a group of people who can benefit from the war and firmly support the war and support me.

"As the 'Blood Emperor' and 'Conqueror', I have indeed gained a lot of faith in the past three years.

"But for some reason, my path as a 'Conqueror' has come to an end, and the faith that this identity can collect has begun to gradually decrease, so I plan to try to use some new images.

"Such as 'Tyrant', 'Mad King', 'Destroyer of the Nation', 'Last Emperor' ..."

Lei Yin was puzzled: "Can such identities also collect faith? No one would worship such an image, right?"

Amon smiled and replied: "Faith is not just about believing in and admiring, some negative perceptions that contain strong human emotions can also be regarded as a kind of faith.

"It's just that this kind of negative faith is often chaotic, harmful, and will reverse and affect the believer, polluting their spirit and making them slide towards madness.

"Moreover, negative faith is mostly pan-faith, with small and mixed quantities, which is difficult to use to condense a godhood.

"Of course, as long as the base is large enough, then this kind of pan-faith, when gathered together, is also quite considerable."

Lei Yin said with a trace of concern: "But Mr. Amon, didn't you say that negative faith will affect people's spirit? Will this cause harm to you?"

Amon squeezed out a smile on his chubby face: "Since I know this, I still do it, naturally I have some confidence. It won't affect my spirit."

A look of understanding appeared on Lei Yin's face: "So Mr. Amon, your bloody suppression of opponents and turning a blind eye to the chaos in the empire are all to strengthen the public's impression of your new image and expand the source of pan-faith."

"Yes." Amon nodded.

"Then, will my behavior of suppressing rebellions and searching for spies everywhere affect you, Mr. Amon?" Lei Yin said with some annoyance, he was worried that he had done something wrong.

"No, your behavior is just right. It neither completely eliminates those who are fanning the flames, nor prevents the rebels from colluding and expanding their power." Amon had a gentle smile on his face.

"Mr. Amon, you deliberately ate like this to better disguise yourself and make your image of a 'foolish emperor' more credible and fuller?" Lei Yin showed an admiring expression.

Amon smiled without saying a word.

"By the way, I caught two spies not long ago. I learned from them that assassins sent by the Spirit Empire are plotting an assassination and want to do something unfavorable to you, Mr. Amon," Lei Yin reminded.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not so weak that I can be assassinated so easily. Bibi Dong and the others probably wouldn't do such a stupid thing. It's probably a decision made by some second-rate forces," Amon waved his chubby hand, indicating that there was no problem.

Lei Yin reported on his work situation again, but Amon interrupted him before he finished listening.

He pointed to himself and said: "I am now a 'Tyrant', 'Mad King', 'Destroyer of the Nation'... so don't talk to me about serious matters."

Lei Yin was stunned, with a slightly surprised expression on his face. He nodded, gave a Soul Master salute, and left the palace.

After Lei Yin left, Fatty Amon muttered:

"There are many kinds of Amon, and it's normal for a lazy and fat one to appear..."

"Well, it can't be blamed on me, right? Who told me that being a fatuous ruler is so comfortable."

...

Walking out of the palace, Lei Yin's eyes became sharp, and he stroked his chin and thought:

"What is Mr. Amon doing? Although that fat man is consistent with Mr. Amon in many places, he is definitely not the one in my memory..."

"Has his spirit been polluted by pan-faith, or... is his clone not just a simple clone, but also has its own will? If that's the case..."

Lei Yin scanned the crowds coming and going on the street, and everyone seemed a little unnatural.

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