155: Chapter 155 A Decree to Present Captives: Lin Feng's Slaughter Assembly Line
Veins bulged on Lin Feng's forehead.
He took a deep breath.
He had used the national fortune and exerted the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, and this was the thing that came out?
"Shut up!"
Lin Feng kicked him.
"If you howl one more time, I'll skin you right now!"
"Wu..."
Huang Fugui shivered in fear and quickly covered his mouth, but tears still flowed uncontrollably; he looked incredibly aggrieved.
"Master..."
"I... Can I really not change back?"
"..."
Lin Feng was speechless.
He could feel that Huang Fugui's aura had undergone a complete transformation.
The Yao energy within his body had been completely converted into another higher-level, Advanced energy, even resonating with the national fortune's Dragon Qi.
His cultivation soared all the way, coming to a steady stop at the legendary...
Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor!
Furthermore, he was a Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor who had mastered the Power of Transformation!
"You are now a Ninth-grade; can't you just try it yourself?"
Lin Feng said irritably.
"Ah? Ninth-grade?"
Huang Fugui was stunned, only then feeling the world-destroying power within his body.
He closed his eyes, and following the fuzzy memories in the Yao Race Legacy, he focused his mind...
"Change! Change! Change back for me!"
Buzz!
A flash of golden light!
The naked, wretched youth disappeared from where he stood.
In his place was that familiar, sized...
Uh, it didn't seem to have grown much larger; it was still that fat yellow weasel over a meter long.
"Hahahaha!"
Huang Fugui touched his own glossy fur, grabbed his large tail, and gave it a fierce kiss.
"It's back! It's all back!"
He did two somersaults in place with excitement, then with a "whoosh," he scurried to Lin Feng's feet again, desperately rubbing his furry head against Lin Feng's dragon robe.
"Your Majesty! You truly are the best master in the world!"
"I love you to death!"
"In this life, the next life, and the life after that, I will be your ox or horse... no, I'll be your yellow weasel!"
"..."
He had paid such a high price just to turn a Sixth-grade yellow weasel into a... Ninth-grade yellow weasel?
"You like this skin that much?"
"Of course!"
Huang Fugui took it for granted, "This is so majestic! So handsome! Can that naked human look even be watched?"
"..."
Lin Feng completely gave up on correcting this guy's aesthetics.
"Fine."
"A Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor as the Chief Internal Steward is barely enough."
Lin Feng looked at the yellow weasel still frolicking at his feet and spoke slowly:
"Fugui."
"I am here!"
Huang Fugui immediately prostrated himself, looking solemn.
"My slaughterhouse is short of a manager."
...
Atop the ruins of the Imperial City, Lin Feng stood majestically. At his feet, the glossy Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor, Huang Fugui, "prostrated" himself properly, ears pricked to listen for orders.
"Master... you just said... slaughterhouse?"
A trace of human-like confusion appeared on Huang Fugui's mouse-like face.
Having just ascended the throne as Emperor, shouldn't there be a general amnesty or recruitment of troops? Why start a slaughterhouse?
"That's right, a slaughterhouse."
Lin Feng's gaze was cold, without a trace of warmth.
He looked up at the pitch-black rift piercing through heaven and earth, which was like a counting-down demonic eye, constantly reminding him that time was running out.
"In this realm, demons run rampant, evil spirits are everywhere, and there are remnants of the previous Dynasty and treacherous officials."
"To me, these people and things are all offerings."
Lin Feng slowly spread his hand, and the Imperial Seal of the Nation engraved with nine dragons floated in his palm.
"My System needs me to... kill them with my own hands."
"With your own hands?"
Huang Fugui was stunned.
His Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor brain instantly figured it out.
"Your Majesty means... you want the world's armies and the Demon Suppression Division not to kill monsters, but to... help you catch them?"
"You're a quick learner."
Lin Feng gave him an appreciative look.
Although this guy's aesthetics were beyond saving, his brain was indeed sharper than before.
The infusion of national fortune had not only raised his cultivation but also developed his intelligence.
"Correct."
Lin Feng's voice suddenly turned cold.
"What I want is not an AFK experience-farming mode."
"What I want is a global delivery, central slaughter... assembly line!"
"I am the only rule for purging this world!"
Hearing this, even though Huang Fugui was already a Ninth-Rank Demon Emperor, he couldn't help but shudder.
This master of his was even more ruthless than those Sky Devils or Immortal Lords!
He was going to treat all the demons and evil spirits in the world as experience babies, penning them up and then lining them up to be executed!
No, lining them up to be hacked!
"I... understand!"
Huang Fugui instantly grasped Lin Feng's intention.
"Pass on my decree!"
Lin Feng held high the Imperial Seal of the Nation, and the newly surrendered Golden Dragon of National Fortune let out another dragon roar!
This time, Lin Feng's voice was no longer confined to the capital.
Instead, through the omnipresent Dragon Qi network of national fortune that covered the entire Dynasty's territory, it descended like a thunderclap across time and space into every prefecture, every county, every Demon Suppression Division branch, and every military camp within the Wuan Dynasty!
Qing Province, Nanyan Prefecture, Demon Suppression Division.
A Bronze-rank Demon Slayer was cleaning up the aftermath with his colleagues.
Suddenly, a voice so majestic it made their Souls tremble exploded in their minds!
"I am the Emperor of Wuan, Lin Feng!"
Thud!
That Demon Slayer knelt on the spot, his face full of disbelief.
Lin Feng?
That King of Hell Lin who came out of Qingyang County?
He became the Emperor?!
Northern Border, Snow Mountain Pass.
The general guarding the border was looking toward the capital with worry when that voice descended like a divine oracle.
"All of you, hear my command!"
The general's whole body jolted, and he immediately led all the soldiers in the tent to kneel and receive the decree.
At the same time, the shores of the East Sea, the deserts of the Western Regions, the dense forests of the Southern Border...
Within the Imperial Dynasty, tens of millions of Demon Slayers, constables, border guards, and local soldiers all heard their new Emperor's first decree at this moment!
"The Decree for Presenting Captives!"
"The Emperor of Wuan proclaims to the world!"
"Effective immediately, within the territory of the Wuan Dynasty, all Demon Suppression Divisions, Inspectorate Divisions, and local garrisons shall mobilize all forces to sweep the world!"
"All demons, evil spirits, cult remnants, and rebels of the previous Dynasty!"
"Shall all be... captured alive!"
"Do not kill them without authorization!"
"Anyone who captures a first-grade demon alive will be rewarded with ten taels of silver! For a second-grade, a hundred taels!"
"Anyone who captures those above the fifth grade alive will be granted official titles and nobility! And rewarded with ten thousand gold!"
"Anyone who captures those above the seventh-grade Yao King or giants of the Demonic Path alive will be enfeoffed as a Marquis! And rewarded with a volume of my 'Martial Canon'!"
"All captives are to be escorted to the capital immediately! There must be no delay!"
"If anyone feigns compliance, kills captives without authorization, or embezzles credit..."
"Death!"
Boom!
To accompany this final threat, Lin Feng pointed his fingers like a sword and slashed through the air toward an island thousands of miles away on the East Sea, where countless sea demons resided!
The seventh-grade Sea Yao King on that island was about to sneer at the proclaimed "Decree for Presenting Captives" when a terrifying Sword Qi that spanned thousands of miles of the Void Realm descended out of thin air!
With one strike, the island sank, and the demons were annihilated!
The entire Wuan Dynasty fell completely silent!
Then, it fell into an unprecedented frenzy!
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