156: Chapter 156 The Slaughterhouse Opens! Global Express Delivery, Crazy High-Level Hit Rate!

What was that?

That was a miracle!

That was their new Emperor, announcing to the world that his will was not a negotiation, but... Heavenly Law!

"Kill!"

"No, capture them!"

"Take them alive! Brothers, tie them up tight for me!"

"That's a Rank Seven Demon King! That's worth a Marquis title!!"

"Forget about the demons for a second, clear out that bandit nest on the next mountain first! They're rebels too! They're worth money!"

An unprecedented Great Roundup, sweeping across the entire Dynasty, had begun!

Above the ruins of the Imperial City, Lin Feng slowly withdrew his sword finger.

The effect of establishing authority with a single sword strike from afar had been achieved.

"Next, it's time to build the slaughterhouse."

Lin Feng's gaze fell upon the very center of the Imperial City ruins, where the Golden Throne Hall once stood.

"Fugui."

"Your humble servant is here!"

"You are Rank Nine now; your strength should be quite significant, right?"

"Hehe, Your Majesty, your servant feels like he could shatter a mountain with a single swipe of his claws!"

Huang Fugui proudly showed off its sharp claws, which glinted with a cold light.

"Very good."

Lin Feng nodded and pointed at the ruins.

"I want to raise a platform here."

"A... Demon-Slaying Platform!"

"You, go be my manual labor. Pile up all the debris within a ten-mile radius right here!"

"Ah?!"

The pride on Huang Fugui's face instantly froze.

He was a dignified Rank Nine Demon Emperor, fresh out of the oven. Shouldn't he be out suppressing the four directions and flaunting his power?

How did he...

Become a construction worker?

Huang Fugui didn't hesitate, instantly turning into a golden stream of light and charging into the ruins.

Rumble!

In the next moment, the entire ruins of the capital began to vibrate.

The Rank Nine weasel displayed terrifying power matching its cultivation. With a sweep of its massive tail, the wreckage of a palace was leveled; with a dig of its two claws, ten thousand tons of giant rock were sent flying!

It was like the most efficient bulldozer, frantically "working" amidst the ruins.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng floated in mid-air.

His hands formed seals, and he chanted under his breath.

"National Destiny as the foundation, Dragon Qi as the guide!"

"With my Martial Dao will, I smelt all things!"

"Demon-Slaying Platform, rise!"

Boom!

He slammed the Imperial Jade Seal down toward the ground!

The Golden Dragon of National Destiny roared forth, charging into the open space cleared by Huang Fugui.

Following that, the countless broken bricks, tiles, steel beams, and timber brought by Huang Fugui began to melt and reorganize at a visible rate under the crushing force of the Golden Dragon and the smelting of Lin Feng's Martial Dao will!

A high platform covering ten miles, pitch black and radiating a grim killing intent, rose from the ground!

Atop the platform, countless demon-suppressing runes were engraved. In the very center was a massive character cast from fresh blood...

"Kill"!

The Demon-Slaying Platform was complete!

Lin Feng slowly descended onto the platform, holding the Life-Slaying Blade.

"Fugui, go. Capture all the surviving rebel remnants still in the capital ruins and bring them to me."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Huang Fugui took the order and left. Before long, he returned carrying over a dozen rebel prisoners, who were pissing their pants in fear and missing limbs, and threw them onto the platform.

"Your Majesty, have mercy! Your Majesty, spare us!"

"We were also forced by Wei Zheng!"

Lin Feng was expressionless.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and the blade fell.

Puchi!

A head soared into the sky.

In Lin Feng's mind, that long-awaited, crisp notification sound finally rang out!

[Ding! Successfully executed a Martial Ancestor rebel!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 25,210x! Obtained 10,000,000 critical hit points!]

A flash of satisfaction crossed Lin Feng's eyes.

Though it was as small as a mosquito's leg, this... was only the beginning!

He looked at the survivors kneeling below the platform, then toward the distant horizon.

He knew that before long, the first batch of sacrifices from the areas surrounding the capital would be on their way.

"Fugui."

"Your servant is here!"

"From today on, you are the Manager of this Demon-Slaying Platform."

"You are responsible for receiving goods, inspecting goods, and... managing the queue."

Lin Feng stood with his blade, looking like an Asura Emperor in control of life and death.

"My slaughterhouse is open for business."

...

The Wuan Dynasty, Year One, Month One.

The world went mad.

If Emperor Xia's rule was a pressure cooker and Wei Zheng's rebellion was flipping the table, then Lin Feng's ascension was like blowing up the kitchen directly.

An "Edict for Presenting Captives," like the most potent catalyst, was injected into this land that had just experienced a war of gods and demons and was filled with panic.

The effect was surprisingly good.

Explosively good!

Why?

Because Lin Feng was simply giving too much!

In the old Dynasty, if you worked yourself to death to slay a demon, all you got was a verbal commendation from your superior and a few taels of silver.

But in the new Dynasty, as long as you tied the thing up tight and delivered it alive to the capital, the reward started at ten times the usual!

Capture a Rank Seven Demon King?

Instant Marquisate!

And you'd even be taught the "Martial Canon"!

That was the personal Cultivation Technique of the current Wuan Emperor, Lin Feng—the man who one-shotted an Upper Realm Demon God and wiped out tens of thousands of rebels with a single sword!

What kind of concept was that?

It was like you just left the starter village in a game, and the GM suddenly jumped out, saying he wanted to give you a set of max-level divine gear and even claim you as a relative!

Thus, the entire Wuan Dynasty fell into an unprecedented, nationwide "capture frenzy."

Qingzhou.

"Tie it tight for me! Gag its mouth! This pig demon is Rank Three; if anyone lets it die, I'll skin them alive!"

A Demon Suppression Division Captain roared.

Yunzhou.

"Senior Brother! Stop hacking! Capture it alive! Alive!"

"Junior Brother, pin down its tail! Damn it, how is this pangolin so strong! Quick, put away your damn Pear Blossom Storm, don't misfire and turn it into a sieve! This is a Rank Five, it's worth an official promotion and a title!"

Southern Border.

"Reporting to the General! Three thousand remnants of the previous Dynasty have all been cornered in the valley!"

"Good! Pass my command: release the knock-out smoke! Use the Muscle-Weakening Powder! Not a single one is allowed to die! These are all military merits! They are silver! They are the 'Martial Canon'!"

For a time, the atmosphere of the entire Dynasty became incredibly bizarre.

Those Demon Slayers and generals who used to shout about killing and used moves like "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon" the moment they met had all changed their nature.

They each carried a copy of the "Guide to Capturing Demons Alive." When they met, they no longer asked "How many did you kill today?" but rather "How many did you catch today?"

In the armories, swords and sabers were sheathed. What were the best-selling items?

Iron chains, cages, anesthetics, and clubs for knocking people out.

And as the destination of this frenzy, the "Demon-Slaying Platform" rising from the ruins of the capital became the most sacred yet most terrifying "Holy Land" in this realm.

The Demon-Slaying Platform, personally smelted by Lin Feng using the National Destiny Dragon Qi and Martial Dao will, was indestructible.

Below the platform was a newly built giant "prison" stretching for dozens of miles.

Atop the platform was the newly appointed Internal Affairs Manager, Huang Fugui, along with the group of trembling surviving eunuchs under him.

At this moment, Huang Fugui was sitting on a grand tutor's chair with his legs crossed.

He hadn't changed back into a weasel, but maintained the form of a shifty-eyed youth with a handlebar mustache.

The reason was simple: His Majesty said it was too inconvenient to register and keep records in weasel form, as he had no paws to hold a pen.

"Next!"

Huang Fugui roared impatiently, chewing on a blade of grass.

A squad of travel-worn soldiers escorted a massive prison carriage, stopping below the platform with a loud "clatter."

"Youzhou, Northern Suppression Army, Third Battalion!"

The leading general, face full of excitement, stepped forward to present the documents: "Manager! We have followed His Majesty's Edict for Presenting Captives. Over half a month and a journey of three thousand miles, we have successfully captured a Rank Eight Peak demon, the Earth-Shaking Bear King! Please inspect it, Manager!"

Huang Fugui stood up with a "whoosh" and ran to the prison carriage, circling the giant bear—which had been beaten black and blue and tied up like a zongzi—twice.

"Hmm... steady breath, sturdy build, no missing limbs, internal organs intact."

He nodded in satisfaction, took out a large red seal, and slammed it down onto the document.

"Inspection passed!"

"Men!"

Huang Fugui shouted in a shrill voice, "Reward! The Third Battalion of the Youzhou Northern Suppression Army is granted one hundred thousand taels of gold! Every soldier in the battalion is promoted by three ranks! The leading general, Li Hu, is hereby enfeoffed as the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery! Bestow upon him a handwritten copy of the first volume of the 'Martial Canon'!"