A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 563 - 271: "Long Division Leads to Unity, Long Unity Leads to Division (Seeking Monthly Votes)

[Emperor Eternal·Divided for Long Must Unite, United for Long Must Divide]

As the Empress of the East unleashed her Miracle Power, the entire world underwent a drastic transformation.

The original mountains and seas began to vanish, and in their place emerged a boundless ancient battlefield.

Whirling sands, tombs scattered everywhere.

Yet, amidst this somber wind that could enchant the eyes, figures appeared as if they had stepped out from the long river of history, standing within the military formations with solemn faces, waiting for the drumbeat to signal the start of battle.

"She cloned the mountain spirits, cloned the weapons," Bailuo muttered to himself, "Can Feiya clone people too?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before Isefia had time to react, the army at the forefront had already charged forward.

This was a cavalry unit, not of human soldiers, but of Heroic Spirits that had slept beneath the ancient battlefield.

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Each of their strengths was no less than Transcendent, with the more powerful among them reaching Heroic, Master, and King levels.

Furthermore, taking the Heroic ones as an example, they possessed Heroic Level strength, and the armor they wore, the weapons they wielded, were all Heroic Level. Even the steeds below them, Bailuo faintly sensed Sherri’s power.

"That’s the Zhao Border Cavalry!"

The Dongyue Great Emperor immediately shared his knowledge, "One hero is at least equivalent to four heroes, and as a Legend, is several times stronger than an ordinary one."

"Donning foreign attire for horseback archery, a Buddhist presence along the nomadic frontier."

The leader, as if a god descended to the mortal world, upon being seen by the Panda Immortal and Princess Tengu, they murmured, "The legacy of King Zhao Wuling..."

"Your Majesty!"

"Give me their information!"

Too many individuals were in sight, and with just one scan, the senior sister captured at least one Epic, several Legendaries, and a multitude below the level of Kings.

"Total count of personnel: 47,200."

"Too many!!"

Isefia’s Miracle Power was sufficient, but the numbers were too great, replicating all of them was too difficult.

"Is this the second defect of cloning?"

The senior sister suddenly realized, "Too fast to analyze, too many to process."

"Don’t analyze those soldiers," suggested the Dongyue Great Emperor, "Analyze the leader!"

Without hesitation, the senior sister immediately focused her will on the godlike figure leading the charge of the entire army, and in the next moment, a figure arrived beside Isefia.

"Zhao Yong!"

"King of the Northern Borderlands!"

"Hmm?"

King Zhao Wuling had just awakened, but upon opening his eyes, he saw many familiar faces: "Dongyue, as well as the Panda and Tengu."

"Kill!!!!"

Thunderous battle cries reached his ears, and King Zhao Wuling quickly perceived the situation. Turning around, he immediately saw the Zhao Border Cavalry charging towards him.

"Is this, my Zhao Border Cavalry?"

More than familiar with this elite army he had personally trained, King Zhao Wuling’s thoughts rapidly shifted, and he promptly said, "Your Majesty, here is the complete information on the Zhao Border Cavalry!"

"Thank you."

With King Zhao Wuling present, the senior sister bypassed the stage of individual scanning.

"Oh?"

A light radiated from King Zhao Wuling as he looked at his hands, realizing the source of this imagination: "The body, it’s being reshaped."

In a blur, King Zhao Wuling appeared on the sandy battlefield, and behind him, his most trusted soldiers whom he had personally trained, not a single one missing, were all present.

"King!"

"General!"

"Have we, have we been resurrected?"

The Zhao Border Cavalry were not mere mud-sculpted puppets; they possessed their own consciousness, and it originated from within Avalon.

If not for the Emperor Eternal, Avalon could not call forth warriors below the Heroic Level.

But through replication, the potential power of Avalon was forcibly stimulated; after all, theoretically speaking, even a speck of dust that had once existed would be inherited by the Avalon World.

As for those Heroic Spirits, transcendent, or extraordinary, they naturally would not be missed.

"Please lend me a helping hand, ancient kings."

"Hahaha."

King Zhao Wuling merely laughed without replying, for there was nothing more to say.

After so many years, who would have thought that there would come a day when he could once again summon his grand army and gallop through the battlefields.

"Zhao Border Cavalry!!!"

Watching the equally matched enemies charging ahead, King Zhao Wuling raised his ancient sword high, pointing it towards the heavens, "Let these youngsters see the gallantry of their forebears. Anyone who brings shame upon me will be executed without mercy!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Because they were all replicas, King Zhao Wuling not only fell in rank but also could not exert all the strength he had in life.

In some ways, the strength of the two Zhao Border Cavalry was not much different.

However, compared to the army of the Empress of the East, King Zhao Wuling’s forces possessed a certain special temperament, a spirit not of fighting for honor, but purely for the joy of battle.

"What a peculiar army."

Both Bailuo and Ying Muyao noticed the fierce combat on the battlefield. In contrast to the solemnity of one side, the warriors on the other side each wore a smile, as if engaging in some joyful activity.

"They have died once."

The Dongyue Great Emperor said with a sigh, "How can they not be joyful, able to be resurrected and fight once more?"

If the army of the Empress of the East represents the new generation that inherited power, then the forces replicated by the elder sister are the old generation that passed down power.

Compared to each other, leaving aside which is superior, the latter had an additional experience of death over the former.

"Well fought."

Ying Muyao hadn’t expected that the collision of the same power could reveal such a unique spectacle.

For a time, even the Empress of the East began to appreciate it.

"But having only two armies is too monotonous."

Having said that, Ying Muyao raised her hand and waved it, and behind her Zhao Border Cavalry, three distinctly different armies appeared.

Along with them came the echoing voices of the army spirits across the ages, ceaselessly resonating through eternity.

"The Five City Spears, a warrior worth eight taels of gold!"

"Seventy-two battles, any defeat means dissolution!"

"Sweep the Six Unions, unify the Eight Wastelands!"

The sudden appearance of three armies put great pressure on Isefia, and like before, the elder sister could not recognize the origins of these three forces.

"Qi Technique Strike, Wei Wu soldiers, Qin Ruishi!"

This time it was Magnus who spoke up, his mouth twitching, "Good grief, the armies of the Lost Empire, is she going to call them all out from beginning to end?"

However, this was just the beginning, because soon, more armies from the Lost Realm appeared on the battlefield.

Tiger Leopard Cavalry, Forlorn Hope Death Warriors, White Horse Righteous Followers, Matchless Flying Army, White-Eared Soldiers, Decisive Battle Camp...

"What is she doing?"

Isefia looked up at the Empress of the East, still so casual in her demeanor.

Even though Ying Muyao had thrown an army that was almost equivalent to the military might of a nation compared to the other Masters of Miracles, she seemed to have carelessly spilled the wine from her cup, without even glancing at it.

"That should be enough."

The Empress of the East had already thrown more than a million-strong army, yet most were of Legendary Level, with fewer at the Epic.

Though Isefia did not believe that Ying Muyao was unable to use Mythical-level power, she was still being restrained, clearly intending to bring even greater pressure on the elder sister.

This was not merely about defeating; she wanted to thoroughly crush Isefia.