Before the Dark Department was established, the Undead Army faced the combined forces of the Wu people, the God Race, the Asura Race, and the Yao Race in the first war of resurrection.
That was the most dangerous moment for the human race. Almost half of the human race's territory had fallen. That was until Ye Tianze came back and awakened the Undead Army and the Undead Army that had been buried in various parts of the human race.
Some of them were just bones, some of them were just broken bodies. When they first appeared, even the human race was terrified.
But as time passed, the human race gradually got used to their existence. Tang Hanchen remembered that he had once asked the deceased of his great grandfather's generation for advice.
They were the most unique existences in the world. But regardless of whether they were alive or not, Tang Hanchen had always treated them as part of the Desolate Race.
The Undead Army was no longer dominated by humans. Among them were the Asura Race, the Wu people, the God Race, the Yao Race, and the small races that had once existed in the Painting of All Beings.
There were even warriors who had died in the Land of Chaos after joining the Desolate Race.
Former enemies had become the closest comrades-in-arms. Because they came from the Painting of All Beings, they didn't accept the fate of the people in the painting. They didn't want to be meat on the chopping block.
When the living couldn't hold on any longer, they stepped forward.
Tang Guo, who had returned to the Desolate Race, was in a daze. His warriors and the entire Eight Weiyang Armies were also in a daze.
The Dark Department was already prepared. At this moment, the entrance to the Heavenly Path was incomparably silent. There was no sound of blood flowing in their bodies. They didn't have heartbeats. Although they could make sounds, their voices were cold.
But this was once their family, their ancestor.
They all knew that when the Undead Army was mobilized, it meant that the Desolate Race had reached the end of their road.
Tang Guo couldn't stop his tears from falling. He clenched his fists tightly, forgetting that his bloodline was already depleted. The exhaustion in his body seemed to have disappeared.
"They … they … if they are destroyed again, can they … can they be resurrected?" Tang Guo turned his head and asked.
At this moment, Tang Tianjun and the others had already arrived. Hearing Tang Guoguo's question, Tang Tianjun, who had been through a lot, actually didn't know how to answer.
"No!" Tang Hanchen said calmly, "A warrior who has died once will not come back to life again. This is what His Majesty once told me. His Majesty said that even if he comes back to life, he can only be a shell without a will …"
"In other words …" Tang Guo Guo began to tremble. "In other words, this will be the last time we see them!"
Silence!
The army of the living fell silent, because this answer was too heavy. If the living died in battle, they could still be revived, but if they died again, it would mean true destruction.
They didn't want to accept it, but at this moment, they had to.
"Why did Your Majesty send them out to fight?!" Tang Guo Guo complained. "I can still fight … I can still fight, I …"
By the end, he was already choking with sobs. It was because everyone knew why they had to fight. For the final continuation of the Desolate Tribe!
This was their final trump card. If this continued, all the elites of the Desolate Tribe would be wiped out by the Void Tribe.
The dead had left the hope of survival to them.
"At the beginning of the Absolute Primordial Era, there were my kind!"
Suddenly, a voice rang out. Everyone looked over and saw that it was Tang Hanchen. They all stared at him in shock.
They were all too familiar with this song. This was the founding song of the Human Tribe, and it was also the battle song of the Human Tribe. However, they had never heard it from Tang Hanchen.
This was because they all knew that Tang Hanchen believed that when he shouted that he would not stop fighting until his blood ran dry, that he had reached the most critical moment. He had once sworn that he would not let his army shout such a battle song to fight the enemy again.
Moreover, after walking out of the All Beings Portrait and becoming part of the Desolate Tribe, no one had sung this battle song again. This was because the four tribes had become the Desolate Tribe, and they had become comrades.
"Ten thousand years of hatred, the sea cannot be pacified!" Tang Hanchen continued to shout, no longer holding back.
The army of the dead advancing towards the Heavenly Path suddenly turned around and looked at them. There were the Wu people, the Yao Tribe, the Divine Tribe, the Human Tribe, and the Asura Tribe.
The dead of the four tribes did not feel offended, because the Human Tribe was a powerful opponent worthy of their respect. Taiyi was also a powerful opponent worthy of their respect.
This battle song described the past and present of the Human Tribe, and also the beginning of the Desolate Tribe. It reminded them of the battles of the past.
It wasn't that the dead had no memories. They had their own wills, but their hearts could no longer beat. Only the vicissitudes of life were left in their eyes.
However, they could still remember. As they listened to Tang Hanchen sing, they looked at their comrades beside them and squeezed out stiff smiles. The hatred of the past had long been pacified!
"The sun rises from the east, there is me, Taiyi!"
Tang Tianjun shouted. "Trample all living things, establish me, Desolate Tribe!"
"The sun rises from the east, there is me, Taiyi. Trample all living things, establish me, Desolate Tribe!" Gao Cainyun and the generals beside her began to sing.
Then, the entire army of the living followed suit.
The demons are in power, bullying us!
Can we fight with the body of an ant?
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Repair our armor, sharpen our spears!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Share a common hatred with the son.
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Cleave the dust with the sword, cleanse the world!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Until the blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Until the blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
God bless our emperor, God bless our tribe!
As many cultivators sang, their faces were already covered in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
The dead turned their heads. They knew that this was a farewell for them. Regardless of whether they were reborn or destroyed, they would press forward with indomitable will.
When the Void Tribe's Void Army saw the army in front of them, they were stunned. They had not expected the Desolate Tribe to put up a final resistance here. However, it was already too late. No one could stop them anymore.
The two armies collided in an instant. The strongest army of the Void Tribe was up against the Desolate Tribe's Undead Army.
At the moment of contact, the Void Tribe felt that something was wrong. This was because when they entered the state of nothingness and tried to enter the other party's body to fight for control, they realized that it was useless. Instead, they were eroded by the deathly aura that surged out.
The dead looked at them mockingly as if they were looking at a bunch of fools. They had already died once. His Majesty had given them their memories and will. However, they did not have souls. It was impossible for the Void Tribe to enter their souls.
At the moment of contact, the Void Tribe's Void Army collapsed. They could not destroy the dead, but the deathly aura of the dead could destroy them.
The Undead Army was more terrifying than the Heaven Punishment Army. They destroyed the vanguard of the Void Tribe easily.
The Void Tribe at the back did not even have time to react. They felt a monstrous deathly aura invading them like a flood.
The most terrifying thing was that the deathly aura could ignore the existence of the chaotic aura and was not swallowed by it.
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