Chapter 1 Heavenly Fire Descends

"Heavenly Fire Descends!" The hot-tempered Head Duan launched the first attack, opening his arms as his body soared, a thick pillar of fire shooting straight into the sky.

The pillar of fire dyed the clouds in the night sky with magnificent crimson, illuminating the entire capital.

Immediately, fireballs like meteors pierced through the clouds, raining down on the official roads and wilderness outside the city. The descent of heavenly fire was a spectacular sight.

Tuoba Guanghe allowed the fireballs to fall around him, not even bothering to dodge. He coldly said, "Child's play."

Occasionally, a fireball would hit him, causing only a patch of scorched skin that healed in a breath.

Fu Qingyang pressed down lightly with his index finger, and Head Duan, engulfed in flames, charged towards Tuoba Guanghe like a puppet on a string.

Xiao Yuan swiftly drew in the air with both hands, conjuring a dharma table. She then transformed a straw doll into the likeness of Head Duan and placed it on the table, its hands forming seals and its head bowed, chanting incantations in a posture of worship.

The Palace Master then opened her throat and began to sing a song with a rousing melody, causing the flames on Head Duan's body to surge even higher.

Tuoba Guanghe's back muscles bulged, and his strength surged, transferring to his eight arms, transforming into fist罡 (gang, energy), which he unleashed with a roar.

"Boom!"

The eight fist罡 struck the charging Head Duan, tearing him into thousands of flaming sparks. Head Duan silently reappeared behind Tuoba Guanghe, his palms pressing against the metal-like, muscular back.

Despite Tuoba Guanghe's level, he didn't immediately notice the enemy's attack. Xiao Yuan's prayers had masked the movement of fire, ensuring the success of Head Duan's assault.

Her level as a Ruler could guarantee the success rate of such small details, but it would be ineffective in determining the outcome of a war.

Crack, crack. White frost formed on Tuoba Guanghe's back, spreading rapidly.

The ability of a Ruler-level Fire Master was to steal both tangible and intangible flames, the latter representing "temperature."

Head Duan stole the temperature from Tuoba Guanghe's body, freezing his internal organs. After succeeding, Head Duan immediately retreated, not lingering near Tuoba Guanghe.

Although Fire Masters had great confidence in close combat, it was a different story if the enemy was a Grandmaster-level Ancient God of War.

"Crack, crack."

Tuoba Guanghe's body stiffened, his joints as if filled with lead.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qingyang, empowered by the song, transformed into a sharp sword light and shot out, his sword finger piercing Tuoba Guanghe's chest.

A crisp sound of hard carapace cracking echoed from the spot, and spiderweb-like fissures appeared on the steel-like muscles.

Tuoba Guanghe's eyes widened, and blood surged through his veins like a river, dispersing the chill.

Just then, starlight lit up from behind him.

Princess Yinyao, who had been preparing for a long time, emerged from the starlight, followed by a deep, black smoke-like Yin energy.

From the Yin energy emerged a rain of sealing spirit talismans, slamming into Tuoba Guanghe's back, accompanied by thunderous, drum-like sounds that had just dispelled the cold.

The Northern Territory's number one martial artist's mind instantly became sluggish, with a feeling of waking up from a hangover, headache, dizziness, and difficulty in movement.

This feeling was not severe, but it was not light either, after all, the sealing spirit talisman was one of the core abilities of a Spirit Inscriptionist.

And the strength of the Bewitching Demon in the spirit body aspect was mediocre, not as powerful as the Nullifyer or the Day Wanderer.

Therefore, he was still affected.

Fu Qingyang flicked out a drop of blood, which shot towards Xiao Yuan in the air. It was Tuoba Guanghe's blood, secretly collected during his previous battles.

Xiao Yuan reached out and gathered the drop of blood, guiding it onto the straw doll, which instantly transformed into Tuoba Guanghe.

Then, she picked up a prepared yellow talisman with black characters and slapped it onto the straw doll's torso.

The straw doll trembled non-stop, engulfed in black flames. Tuoba Guanghe, his mind dizzy, felt black flames ignite in his body. He let out a rare, painful roar, seemingly enduring intense pain.

"Aha!" Head Duan shouted, his palm forming a ball of blazing white fire, teleporting to Tuoba Guanghe's front and slamming it hard into his chest!

Boom!

The violent explosion sent the level 9 God of War flying. The expanding firelight was like a miniature nuclear bomb, a mushroom cloud rising to a height of a hundred meters, and the shockwave spread rapidly, blowing away dust, corpses, and weapon fragments left behind by the war.

Tuoba Guanghe, his chest largely carbonized, instantly shed all negative effects with his "Bloodthirsty Rage" passive skill, which had undergone a qualitative change after advancing to Ancient God of War.

When subjected to a certain degree of damage, it would stimulate high fighting spirit, removing all states of dizziness, imprisonment, and freezing.

Fu Qingyang, Zhi Sha Guanzhu (the Kill Official), Princess Yinyao, and Head Duan simultaneously attacked Tuoba Guanghe from four directions.

Tuoba Guanghe formed hand seals, conjuring the Myo-o Dharma, transforming into a pitch-black, dignified 法身 (fashen, dharma body).

Suddenly, a mud-like substance flowed out from the top of the pitch-black dharma body. The previously impenetrable dharma body seemed to have suffered severe pollution, quickly becoming thin.

In the distance, Xiao Yuan smeared a layer of incense ash on the top of the straw doll's head, a means of the Corrupted Evil Spirit.

The attacks of the four Rulers landed on the dharma body, causing it to shake violently. Countless cracks appeared on the already illusory body.

"Roar!"

Tuoba Guanghe roared, the sound wave deafening. A crack appeared on the city wall a few hundred meters away.

The eardrums of the four Rulers ruptured simultaneously, causing nausea and interference.

Tuoba Guanghe dispersed the dharma body. His eight arms struck out, using a long saber to block Fu Qingyang's sword finger, a long spear to pierce Head Duan's chest, a long sword to stab Zhi Sha Guanzhu, and the other four arms to smash Princess Yinyao to the ground. He then grabbed her wrists and ankles, exerting a sudden force.

The sound of tearing came from Princess Yinyao's limbs. At this moment, dense silk threads wrapped around, binding Tuoba Guanghe's hands, feet, and body tightly.

Tuoba Guanghe raised the arm holding the sword, about to slash, when he suddenly saw that the beauty's eyes were full of spring, her cheeks flushed, and her rosy lips were like the most moving delicacy in the world.

He felt a strong desire to possess, adore, and cherish her, and the long sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, unable to strike down.

In that moment of daze, Princess Yinyao transformed into starlight and escaped the fate of being torn apart.

Three Heroes Fighting Lu Bu, no, the scene of Four Heroes Fighting Lu Bu unfolded outside the city. Tuoba Guanghe, with three heads and six arms, was not at all at a disadvantage against the four. His eight arms struck in all directions, and he did not show any signs of fatigue or decline in the face of the four Rulers' siege.

Ancient Gods of War were best at group battles, and to him, fighting four people was no different from fighting one.

On the other hand, in the Southern Dynasty camp, Fu Qingyang, Head Duan, and Princess Yinyao suffered heavy injuries. The former had the Insight Technique, but could not dodge the explosion of fist 罡 and sound wave attacks.

The latter, on the other hand, was insufficient in level and was suppressed by a higher-level Ancient God of War as a melee class. He almost lost his life several times, relying entirely on the Palace Master's abundant healing to bring him back.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

On the city wall, blood tears streamed down Zhang Yuanqing's cheeks, and the blood from his nose and the corners of his mouth mixed, constantly dripping onto the blue-black animal skin covered with patterns.

The battle had reached a fever pitch, and he dared not stop drumming for a moment. At first, he could still complain in his heart, "Can't you even beat one with four of you? Are you trash? Just a level 9 Ancient God of War, fighting for so long..."

Later, "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't hold on anymore. Can I take back that sentence about the Son of Heaven guarding the country's gate?!"

Still later, his mind was only left with the thought, "Save the child," and now few thoughts remain.

He was still not in a semi-comatose state, relying entirely on willpower to drum, and could fall into a coma at any time due to the excruciating pain of the soul being torn apart.

Fu Qingyang, who had been paying attention to Yuan Shi's state, suddenly said, "Are you ready? Yuan Shi is about to collapse."

Zhi Sha Guanzhu's skirt suddenly exploded open, and thousands of green silk threads wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe, binding him tightly, wrapping him into a dumpling.

Tuoba Guanghe stirred his Qi, tensed his muscles, and was about to break the red threads when suddenly he heard the sound of an infant crying from his abdomen!

Wah, wah, from weak to loud, Tuoba Guanghe's abdomen was also constantly expanding, instantly turning into a pregnant woman with six months of pregnancy.

From the beginning of the battle, Zhi Sha Guanzhu had been... trying to make Tuoba Guanghe pregnant, but the difference in level between the two sides was too great, and it ended in failure every time.

But the power of pregnancy accumulated silently, and finally at this moment, Tuoba Guanghe's disappointing belly successfully bulged, and with the formation of the infant, Tuoba Guanghe's strength waned like the tide.