160: Chapter 160 To hell with it, kill them first!

The telegraph operator's voice grew increasingly tremulous, carrying a bone-chilling cold as he read out the most despairing news.

"The frontal firepower advance has been blocked; our military and civilians are resisting desperately, holding back the Japanese Army's offensive with everything they have!"

"The Japanese Army high command, unable to achieve victory after a prolonged assault, has completely lost its mind!"

"They have initiated a top-secret biological warfare plan! Using an unfamiliar scientific research System, they are modifying biological pathogen strains!"

"They are artificially cultivating virulent plague viruses, multi-variant respiratory infectious diseases, and lethal, highly potent bacterial strains, all of which are being deployed across the occupied and combat zones of North China!"

"In coastal towns and on the front lines, the virus is spreading completely!"

"The virus is airborne; contact means infection! Countless soldiers have not died from artillery fire, but from the plague instead! Large numbers of civilians are falling ill at home, suffering from high fevers and vomiting blood, dying in droves!"

"There is no cure, no way to prevent it, isolation is ineffective, and the spread is out of control!"

"The flames of war are slaughtering cities, and the plague is wiping out the populace! North China can no longer hold on!"

Every word was heavy as lead, landing like frost.

The entire temporary command post was deathly silent.

Only the wind wailed, passing through the ruined city tower, carrying endless sorrow.

Every soldier present had a face as pale as paper, their eyes filled with bone-chilling despair.

They finally understood.

Why the Japanese Army, despite being thwarted, still dared to recklessly launch a full-scale counterattack.

Why the enemy's firepower had suddenly surged several times over, crushing everything on the field.

Why, within the occupied zones, besides the casualties from artillery fire, there was also a large-scale, eerie plague spreading.

The root of it all was those super-era powers, which had forcibly broken the balance of the war.

Mo Yufei, who was about to take flight, froze completely.

His robes stopped in the wind, and his mind suddenly churned; he could ignore the chaos of the world, he could ignore the changing of dynasties and the suffering of the Mortal realm.

These were the predetermined fates of this world, the tribulations that all living beings must endure.

He could have watched with cold detachment, withdrawn, and guarded his Dao Heart from disturbing the Mortal world.

"Screw it! Everything I just said, treat it like a fart!"

"It seems the only good Japanese soldier is a dead one!"

Mo Yufei stood where he was, the detachment and cold indifference that had just been in his eyes, transcending the world and ignoring Mortal affairs, shattered inch by inch.

Replacing it was an endless churning of cold rage and deep malice.

After a long while, he spat out a sentence in a low voice, his tone full of helplessness, yet hiding an irrepressible, chilling fire.

"Whatever I fear, that is what happens."

The situation he feared most had finally happened: these super-era powers had leaked.

He knew better than anyone that the torrent of history had its own predetermined course.

The confrontation between cold and hot weapons, the tug-of-war across mountains and rivers of flesh and blood, were the tribulations this era was meant to endure, the struggles that all living beings had to experience personally; even if tragic, they had their own trajectory and Karma.

But extraterritorial technology was different.

That was something that did not belong to this world.

Even the slightest bit was enough to completely distort the structure of the era.

That was why, after the battle, he had cleared the field immediately, sparing no effort to traverse the entire battlefield, frantically collecting all the remnants of super-era weapons, alloy fragments, and energy residues.

He was afraid of these things falling into the hands of any faction.

He was afraid that the balance of the chaotic world would be forcibly tilted, afraid that a war that should have belonged to Mortals would be completely alienated by eerie extraterrestrial forces, brewing a catastrophe far exceeding history.

Despite all his precautions, he had still made a mistake; he had collected all the stockpiled weapons, but he had forgotten the weapons that Commander Shi Haidong had already used on other battlefields before him.

There were always fine fragments buried in the scorched earth, hidden in the rubble, difficult to spot with the naked eye, and impossible to clean up completely.

It was precisely these insignificant remnants that the Japanese Army had taken advantage of.

Not only were they reverse-engineered into heavy firepower that crushed the battlefield, they were even used to support insane biological research.

At this thought, the fury in Mo Yufei's chest completely exploded.

No one hated the Japanese Army's biological experiments more than he did, and no one hated this group of evil ghosts wearing human skin more.

In his original world, he had seen countless historical records from childhood to adulthood, every word and sentence filled with the blood and tears of his compatriots.

Using living people to test poison, using compatriots for experiments.

Cultivating the plague, spreading epidemics, treating humans like livestock, viewing human life as worthless grass.

That kind of inhumane cruelty was already engraved in his bones and blood, a monstrous hatred engraved deep in the Soul of every Chinese person.

In ordinary battlefield slaughter, each side follows military orders and guards its own camp; there is still a bottom line to war.

But biological poisoning and plague-exterminated cities...

This was no longer war.

It was pure slaughter, unprincipled abuse and killing, a crime that completely extinguished humanity.

This bunch of things did not deserve to be called human at all.

Mo Yufei's gaze turned completely cold, and there was no longer any gentleness in his pitch-black eyes, only bone-chilling murderous intent.

Having listened to what the System said before, he had always been cautious, restraining himself, fearing that his killing value would be too high and that the accumulation of blood would inevitably lead to future trouble.

That was why he wanted to leave this world directly, transmigrate to other planes, collect Secret Realm upgrade energy, repair the cracks in the Secret Realm rules, and live a peaceful life.

He would stop when he could, always keeping a sense of proportion and guarding his bottom line.

But at this moment, all his hesitations vanished into thin air.

Heart Demon? Karmic Obstruction? Future trouble?

"Screw it!"

The last shred of restraint in Mo Yufei's heart completely shattered.

Facing this group of evil ghosts who used common people to refine poison and turned the world into a purgatory, talking about proportion, restraint, and the shackles of Karma was simply ridiculous.

"I was originally afraid that the killing would be too heavy, making my future Dao path difficult to walk."

He whispered softly, his voice growing colder and harsher, finally turning into a completely resolute decision.

"Now it seems, that was completely unnecessary."

"Such beasts should not exist in this world in the first place."

"From today on, I don't care about any killing value, I don't care about being entangled by Karmic Obstruction."

"Meet one, kill one."

"Encounter a group, slaughter a group."

"Kill them all, screw everything else!"

Murderous intent soared into the sky, the vastness of his Middle Stage Nascent Soul power silently surged, pressing down until the surrounding wind stagnated and the air became bone-chillingly cold.

Suddenly, his mind became clear, the malice in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a clear and steady determination.

Heaven-Defying killing to protect life, slaying all evil is Karma.

He had previously feared killing, feared malevolence, and avoided Karmic Obstruction.

But slaughtering the innocent and indiscriminately killing living beings is a sin.

However, slaying evil ghosts, purging those who bring disaster to the world, and protecting thousands of innocent lives is not only not creating Karmic Obstruction, but instead is using killing to stop killing, purging the world of evil.

Perhaps, if he used all his means today to slaughter this batch of biological evil ghosts, stop the plague catastrophe in North China, and protect the lives of hundreds of thousands or millions of civilians...

He would not only avoid being tainted by a Heart Demon.

But instead, he would accumulate monstrous Karma.

Having figured this out, there was no longer any hesitation in Mo Yufei's heart.

All thoughts of remaining aloof were completely stripped away.

He would not avoid Karma, would not fear slaughter, and would not fear future consequences.

He looked up towards the distant north, towards that land of North China covered by artillery fire and shrouded in plague.

There, the flames of war were raging, the plague was rampant, wails filled the fields, and the people were suffering in misery.

There, a group of conscience-less evil ghosts were committing the evil of destroying the nation and the race.