Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1990 Chapter 1982: Overwhelming Force

"WHAT?!"

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

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

Shouts echoed wildly as the Legion of Spirits surged into a frantic, thundering rush that rattled the ground and whipped up the heavens. Panic gripped them tightly, filled with raw terror and utter astonishment at the unbelievable scene. How could such a thing happen?! Outnumbered in an instant, the drive fueled by their advanced cultivation realms and vast numbers screeched to a halt. Chaos flickered through their formation like a spreading shadow.

The Legion of Spirits wasted no moment for the foes to grasp what unfolded, pressing ahead in a unified surge that exploited the budding gap. Zhan Zheng spotted the vulnerability right away, sending out a directive via telepathic soul link—a special ability among Spirits of War.

A group of archers locked onto the Battalion.

"FIRE!" Echoing the rival's shout, Zhan Zheng gave the command. Just two dozen strong, the archers proved plenty as they tilted their bows skyward, and then—

WHOOSH!

Golden shafts flew out relentlessly. Each arrow quivered briefly before a misty throb caused it to divide into a pair. Those pairs split again, multiplying to four in total. In under the flicker of a Heavenly Saint's gaze, the small band unleashed a barrage. A vast canopy of projectiles blotted the sky, all arrows raining down.

As shadows darkened their forms from the incoming volley, dread exploded in their chests since every shaft promised certain death. One strike would end it. Luckily, their leader, though surprised, adapted swiftly to the crisis—a prized trait in any chief.

"Hold firm! Everyone! DEFENSIVE FORMATION: Ether's Mirror!" This directive signaled a precise array to scatter, shield from, or repel the onslaught. Sadly, the arrows moved too swiftly. In mere heartbeats, they slammed into the setup with deadly accuracy, hitting vital hearts of chosen marks.

The count of 1,042 dropped to 875 in a fraction of a second. Agonized screams died abruptly as corpses tumbled wildly over the terrain, shattering whatever drive the battalion still clung to. Worst of all, the Battalion Commander—a true Mystic Overlord—took multiple hits while swinging his spear to fend off the barrage. He stopped just one, suffering wounds to his knee, left side between the ribs, and the loss of a finger.

"Ugh!" Wincing sharply, the harsh truth sank in as panic flared in his core. Gazing at the relentless advance of the Legion, his bravery withered away. They closed in rapidly, their front lines now colliding with his.

The clash endured mere instants as battle tools whirled with expert finesse and terrifying velocity, empowered by the Law of War and stained by its brutal might, wiping out the battalion's entire forward guard. The tally fell more—665. Their defenses cracked open without pity, crimson spilling over the landscape. The special blood-soaking arrays on their gear failed when troops perished or plating shattered irreparably. Desperate counterstrikes in that short span brought nothing, since the Legion's armor stood impeccable.

Its core strength drew from the Law of War and Wei Wuyin's Elemental Origin Intent. It held water's adaptable, impact-scattering trait, metal's unyielding toughness, earth's reforming power, while their blades carved through foes' defenses with flames roaring like a volcanic burst.

"RETREAT!!!" The Battalion Commander finally called for withdrawal. Against an unbeatable foe, a skilled leader's sole wise move is this very order. Yet he proved no fool, unfurling a scroll to stall for time. Crafted from steel-thin parchment akin to aluminum, its unfurling unleashed a True Sage's mighty presence.

Wei Wuyin's gaze sharpened. Normally, such aids like scrolls or pills required personal forging by the user or commander. Still, rare loopholes existed. Jing Jiu had used a soul-forging method tied by Soul Light to bind the tool to its owner.

Wei Wuyin spared little thought on it, but the pliable metal sheet bore soul symbols aligning flawlessly with the Battalion Commander's essence. Seeing this match, he held back from meddling, merely observing as Zhan Zheng moved to strike.

WHOOSH!!!

His spear hurtled forth like a thunderclap, shredding enemy troops into fragments. It defied distance and duration, channeling the Law of Space and Time's essence. The Battalion Commander fled at full speed while triggering the scroll, but just shy of its full release, a bog-like drag seized him as space-time ripples warped his senses. The distant weapon vanished to appear at his side, smashing toward the scroll.

Boom!

His protected fist exploded, the shock ripping to his shoulder and stripping his weapon! The scroll flew free. Eyes blazing red, he fixed a furious stare on Zhan Zheng before the Legion leader strode once, blurring over the field like a godly serpent, every footfall pulverizing an opponent's form and spark. No cries escaped their lips in time.

A soul-binding seal encircled him, blocking all paths out as blood trickled from the Battalion Commander's nostrils.

"SPIRITUALIST?!" He bellowed in sheer dread and denial, beholding the awesome force of a spirit art unleashed by a mere look. Regrettably, as his jaws parted wider, Zhan Zheng ignored him utterly, reclaiming his spear in one hand and the scroll in the other. A fierce stab drove the tip through the Battalion Commander's torso, spraying a bloody flower outward. Stunned wide-eyed, the leader gaped, yearning to utter words, but Zhan Zheng denied him. A quick twist of the spear rippled energy along its length, knocking the man out cold.

With a savage pull that grated bone, he seized the Battalion Commander's throat amid the gaze of shell-shocked troops who'd ruled this Battlefield zone for ages. Soaring high, he unleashed a booming pulse that drew every foe's focus for a split moment.

This ploy carved a fresh breach as the Soldiers of War never paused their onslaught. They slashed with ruthless aim, harvesting souls without pause. The survivors hit rock bottom: 74.

Those spared by uncommon grace were rounded up, every bold bid to vanish or slip away—be it special space charms issued as Battlefield lifelines, perhaps from the Heavenly Daos' design or their own luck's favor—got nullified by the Law of Space's grip.

"Commander Zhan! Every prisoner of war is locked down!" A supply handler, also part of the archer squad, reported. Golden chains bound each fainted warrior, glowing with soft sun rays and carved in mystic spirit marks. The Battalion Commander alone stayed unbound in Legion Commander Zhan Zheng's grasp.

He eyed the battered but breathing form and flung it to the supply handler like refuse. Captives held one sole privilege—to endure until their keepers chose otherwise. The handler snagged the Battalion Commander and swiftly applied the bindings.

"Clean up," Zhan Zheng commanded before vanishing in a blink, reappearing near Wei Wuyin, who grasped the blood-red yet ethereal War Flag. The Spirits of War sprang into action, stripping gear and War Soul Identity Runes from the fallen.

Wei Wuyin anticipated no less from the War Legion he'd invested heavily to build. Take the supply handler, for instance—a known face from the Endless Purgatory. This survivor of the Demonic Sovereign's fall owed his life to skill, prowess, and luck. A real Heavenly Saint gifted in planning and math, he'd forged his path with Enlightened Scholarly Mist, suiting the War Legion ideally.

Plenty of the Legion's founding members had risen to lead separate groups elsewhere. Wei Wuyin extended his spiritual sense to the 299,999 blood stars in Athena's Heaven's Gate, his expression pensive.

Zhan Zheng stood poised, awaiting Wei Wuyin's reflections in disciplined silence. Deep down, feelings churned in his stare. Once, Wei Wuyin had been a simple mortal channeling their strength, but now the Nexus War Flag and full Legion had transformed into a force that could claim minor galaxies like the White Abyssal Galaxy, home to mere Mystic Overlords at its peak.

Drawing on all his past trials and old boundaries—now shattered—he couldn't fathom handling Laws with such ease absent his Spiritual Soul's ignition to draw the Law of War's hidden essence. It felt impossible. How could he stay unmoved? Still, he masked it all, embodying the ideal war chief.

Wei Wuyin sensed the inner tides of his Spirits of War keenly, so he offered a quick grin before turning to Zhan Zheng. The Spirit responded at once to the cue, "All targets matching the auras you specified have been taken alive."

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 for now—and instead claimed them as war captives. He sought to probe a hunch tied to the Law of War's Spoils of War core. Could he rightfully take...it all?

As the thought crossed his mind, the blood-hued War Flag billowed while Athena absorbed the corpses and lingering souls of the freshly vanquished. A whirlwind of soul glow erupted vividly, funneling into the banner like kin reuniting. These were prime fighters, ripe for strengthening and evolution.

He felt several blood stars in Athena's Heaven's Gate throb with eager delight, as if sating a profound craving. After claiming his gains, he fixed his sight on the blood-drenched heavens altered by the Battlefield's massive carnage.

"The chase for the Last Daospark is underway. True powerhouses rally the lucky and mighty to bolster their forces, scooping up War Souls at breakneck speed. And this is just a side stage. The Galactic Battlefield must burn far hotter," Wei Wuyin stated gravely.

"Should we collect sufficient War Souls to push to the Galactic Battlefield?" Legion Commander Zhan Zheng asked. He stood ready to drive that effort, propelling them upward.

"Not yet," Wei Wuyin replied, eyes alight. "Someone's unleashing havoc out there."

With those words, his stare tightened on the blood sky. This crimson canopy arose not from nature, but from slaughter on a grand, bloody canvas. Plus, a hunter's vibe lingered in it, zeroing on him while he lingered under its watch.

"Let's go. We have a certain someone to look in on," Wei Wuyin swung the war flag, and Zhan Zheng relayed instructions via spirit. The Legion shifted to a crisp marching line with flawless rhythm and setup. They stood primed to advance.

Tilly hurried up, her gaze bursting with real astonishment. Only reaching Wei Wuyin's side did her roiling feelings ease a touch. Wei Wuyin smiled brightly and extended his palm for hers. She clasped it on reflex, drawing comfort from the solid warmth that calmed her spirit.

In silence, trailing the Legion, they shifted away.

A vast, distant stretch away.

A blood-soaring column crashed into the firmament, unleashing waves of red radiance. At the center

of this pillar stood a shoeless form, with flowing locks and a calm visage.

When the Legion of War appeared, the figure's lids parted, unveiling a predator's intense glare. A hint of a feral grin crept across the figure's mouth.