139: Celestials: Spartan Spirit

“Pulled into a Secret Realm.”

Seeing the prompt, Qin Yang took a deep breath.

He had read in the material about Professionals being pulled into Secret Realms.

This was considered an extremely dangerous “accident.”

Ninety percent of those pulled into Secret Realms never returned.

According to survivors who made it back to the real world… if one passively entered a Secret Realm, all return-to-city items would be unusable.

Only by killing the Boss within the Secret Realm was it possible to return to the real world.

Considering the Boss of this Secret Realm,

Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a surge of pressure.

He had been on the throne for less than three months.

And now he had to face an existence like Chi You?

Lost in thought, Qin Yang surveyed his surroundings.

Before him was a desolate yet magnificent scene.

A vast, boundless wasteland stretched to the horizon's end.

The ground was a dark red, as if scorched by flames, exuding a hot and heavy aura.

In the distance, a towering mountain stood beneath rolling black clouds.

It resembled an ancient giant, emanating a powerful and oppressive aura.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed from afar.

Rising red dust formed a burning wall of fire.

“Are they coming already?”

Qin Yang's heart tightened.

He had learned from He Zhiyi that

the lowest Rank of monsters in the Wildfire Secret Realm was Level 60.

And after a hundred years, their Ranks might be even higher.

Facing a large group of high-Rank monsters, Qin Yang felt a thrill of excitement.

High risk, high reward.

High-Rank monsters weren't that easy to come by.

He immediately waved his hand, summoning all 1,200 Imperial Guards from his spiritual Domain.

Then, he drank two bottles of special spiritual potions, performing two more rounds of summons.

In an instant, a dense golden light flashed.

Three golden bulwarks appeared before Qin Yang:

Tiger Brave, Feather Forest, and Wild Goose Feather.

2,000 Imperial City Guards stood in formation, their killing intent soaring.

At the same time, 1,000 Divine Weapon Phantoms condensed in the air,

scattering a murderous starlight over the land.

The Imperial Dragon Carriage slowly emerged, and Qin Yang floated up, standing upon it.

Two Imperial Guards stood on either side of Qin Yang.

Behind him, four Imperial Guards stood with their blades drawn.

“I'd like to see the strength of Chi You's army.”

Looking at the golden Imperial Guard formation below, Qin Yang felt emboldened again.

These Imperial Guards all possessed the strength of Grandmaster Tier Professionals.

If not for the intervention of Monarch Tier and Emperor Tier Professionals,

Qin Yang could have launched a northern expedition with just these 2,000 Grandmasters and rampaged through the Nine Provinces.

Moreover, this wasn't all of Qin Yang's power.

Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao, and Su Daji, these three heroes, had yet to appear.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, the Human Dao Manifestation, and the ability to pluck stars with bare hands… these ultimate moves were reserved for the final Boss.

There was no other way.

Since he had been pulled into the Secret Realm,

he had no choice but to face it.

Even if the one awaiting him was the Lord of War of the world.

“I hope this Secret Realm can bring me some enjoyment.”

After preparing for battle, Qin Yang looked into the distance.

Through the rolling dust, armored soldiers, holding round shields and long spears, charged towards them.

The soldiers' attire had a strong Western style.

They wore full-face helmets, form-fitting dark gray armor on their upper bodies, and segmented skirt armor on their lower bodies.

Red cloaks, like trails of blood, fluttered behind them.

“Spartans?”

Qin Yang was slightly taken aback.

He had imagined the wildfire cultists

to have an Eastern, minority ethnic appearance.

Why were they Spartan warriors, similar to Pantheon?

This felt a bit out of place… Qin Yang activated a skill, sweeping his gaze across them.

The Spartan warriors' stats immediately appeared before him.

[Name]: Spartan War Souls.

[Race]: Celestial Race · Spartan.

[Rank]: Level 70.

[Strength]: 2625.

[Agility]: 2625.

[Physique]: 3625.

[Spirit]: 1625.

[Skills]: Requires Imperial Power to analyze… “These are 2-star potential monsters…”

Qin Yang was slightly surprised; the attributes of these Spartan War Souls were even stronger than Level 70 Professionals.

A total attribute of 10,800 points,

only 1,000 points less than the Imperial Guards.

From the scale of their military formation, their numbers were also over 1,000.

Such a force could sweep through Lizhou in a short time.

But in front of Qin Yang, they were all experience packs.

And very large experience packs!

Level 70, 2-star monsters!

The experience would be over 100,000!

Qin Yang's heart pounded with excitement.

This was truly a windfall.

At the same time, he was also curious.

Why would a Secret Realm named “Nine Li Wildfire” have Spartan warriors?

Thinking this, Qin Yang said to the Imperial Guard behind him, “Go capture a tongue.”

“Understood.”

An Imperial Guard clasped his fists and accepted the order, his figure vanishing into a blur.

Then, Qin Yang looked again at the charging enemy army and ordered the Imperial Guards, “Fire arrows.”

“Wind!”

As a battle horn sounded,

the Wild Goose Plume Imperial Guards uniformly raised their longbows, drew their bowstrings, and blue-white lightning condensed on the sharp arrowheads.

“Fire!”

The Wild Goose Plume Imperial Guards shouted in unison.

A cloud of lightning rose, accompanied by dense thunder, and fiercely struck into the enemy formation.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Lightning exploded, men and horses tumbled, and the Spartan War Souls at the forefront fell in droves.

Qin Yang's eyes immediately showed kill notifications.

[You killed a Spartan War Soul, Experience + 12000.]

[You killed a Spartan War Soul, Experience + 12000.]

[You killed a Spartan War Soul, Experience + 12000.]

...“Only 12,000 experience?”

“This isn't right, is it?”

“A Level 70, 2-star monster's experience should be over 100,000.”

Qin Yang was puzzled and looked closely at the battlefield.

The Spartan War Souls instantly killed by the lightning arrows turned into light and disappeared after falling, leaving no corpses.

Seeing this, Qin Yang suddenly understood.

Only ghost-type monsters leave no corpses after being killed.

These Spartan War Souls, though they had “Soul” in their name, lacked the characteristics of ghosts.

They must be a type of summoned creature.

And summoned creatures only give 10% of the standard experience for their Rank, which matched the experience Qin Yang had gained.

Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

In this world, most people's Ranks were below Level 60.

After reaching high Ranks, leveling up became very difficult.

There were two main reasons for this:

First, high-Rank monsters were extremely dangerous.

Second, high-Rank monsters were very rare.

A Secret Realm with a hundred Level 70 monsters would be considered a strategic resource.

If the number reached thousands, it would be enough to attract the covetous eyes of enemy nations and breed “mold.”

When Qin Yang saw thousands of Level 70 monsters charging at him, he thought he was going to get rich.

But it turned out they were just summoned creatures, which was really disappointing!

“Well, if the quality isn't good, then make up for it with quantity.”

“Devouring these 1,000 summoned creatures should still let me gain 3 Ranks.”

Qin Yang looked again at the massive Spartan army formation.

The first wave of lightning arrows, though it blunted their momentum, did not stop their advance.

The charging Spartan War Souls had already raised their shields, greatly reducing the damage effectiveness of the second wave of lightning arrows.

At the same time, a red glow appeared on their bodies.

This was clearly a “berserk” type skill being activated.

Seeing this, Qin Yang immediately raised and lowered his hand,

ordering all the Divine Weapon Phantoms in the air to strike down.

Then, he commanded the Yulin Guard, “Form up and charge, harvest them.”