I am the villain in the book

“Hoo!”

The fierce wind around him was like a knife, causing Wei Changtian's robes to billow wildly.

Staring intently at the two tiny figures in the distance, he didn't even glance at the dense mass of panicked soldiers below.

Seven sword energies had suddenly fallen, instantly killing over ten thousand comrades; it would be strange if these ordinary soldiers weren't afraid.

Even compared to the Mountain-Shaking Camp, which was forced back by Qin Zhengqiu's single sword strike, the Ning-Shu army's current lack of complete collapse could be considered a testament to their tenacity.

In the end, it was just as he had thought before, this was still a "top-down" battle.

As long as his side could repel the opposing seven, victory would be guaranteed.

But conversely, if the other side won...

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian didn't continue the thought.

Because although he could lose this battle, he didn't want to.

Therefore, facing such a situation, Wei Changtian's response, though seemingly reckless, was actually the most prudent approach.

Yang Liushi was with the Tengu Army and couldn't arrive in time.

But even if she could, Wei Changtian wouldn't let her take the risk.

As for Han Zhao, it was necessary to keep him in reserve to prevent any unexpected events.

Not only did the army need someone to command, but Han Zhao could also serve as a "mobile force" to reinforce any "small battlefield" in a critical situation.

However, this meant that the only available Second-Rank experts were Qin Zhengqiu and the six Buddhist monks.

Knowing how abnormal the Taoyue Sword was, Wei Changtian had no choice but to have the Buddhist monks fight two-on-one.

And the remaining four had to be divided between him and Qin Zhengqiu.

One against three?

Clearly, neither he nor Qin Zhengqiu had the ability to do that.

So, each taking on two was the only option.

Wei Changtian didn't know if Qin Zhengqiu could handle it, but he thought it shouldn't be a big problem.

As for himself...

“Zheng! Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng!!”

The continuous sound of swords ringing filled the night sky, as two thousand longswords were unsheathed in succession, their silver glow unique to the Luoqiong Sword transforming into a giant silver dragon.

At the same time, the lifelike dragon of fortune once again appeared in the sky.

“Roar!!”

With a dragon's roar, ten thousand swords hummed.

One silver and one gold, two giant dragons swayed their massive bodies, carrying a monstrous killing intent behind Wei Changtian, cutting across the battlefield like two giant rainbows.

Dragons travel through the red mist, their voices heard in the heavens.

Chaos seems newly divided, the primordial world just beginning to separate.

It must be said that when two giant dragons appeared on the battlefield, the shock of the scene was no less than the seven sword energies just now.

Even from a purely visual perspective, Wei Changtian now seemed like a god descending to earth, his arrogance indescribable.

“It’s Young Master Wei making a move!!!”

“The rebels will surely die!!”

“Brothers! Charge!!”

“Kill!!!”

“…”

Below, countless Ning-Shu soldiers, after witnessing this "miracle", suddenly regained their courage, shouting and raising their weapons, charging through the corpses scattered on the ground, continuing to charge towards the enemy lines.

Behind him, seven equally turbulent Second-Rank auras soared into the sky, transforming into seven black shadows heading straight for various directions on the battlefield.

On the opposite side, the two figures that were gradually growing larger once again slowly raised their swords, a familiar and dangerous aura suddenly condensing.

After the seven sword energies fell, the great battle had entered a brief pause.

And now, everything began again in an even more intense manner.

The flames of war soared to the sky, the sound of drums roared for miles.

Steaming sand and scorching stones burned the clouds, boiling waves of heat scorched the moon.

Xin Imperial Palace.

Black clothes and black pants, all but one person wore black masks.

A total of five people, all with Upper Three Ranks.

To be precise, two Second-Rank, three Third-Rank.

“Helmsman...”

Looking around, a man in black looked at the only man without a mask, his eyes seemingly questioning.

“Mm.”

The latter didn't say much, just nodded, with a faint smile on his face.

“Be alert!”

Seeing the man nod, the black-clothed man who had spoken earlier gave a soft shout, and the other three immediately scattered, vigilantly watching the movements around them.

The black-clothed man, who was clearly of higher status, took out a compass from his arms.

A black background with silver patterns, carved with a circle of complex patterns.

This compass was clearly not an ordinary product, but it was unknown what it was specifically used to determine.

“…”

“Whoosh!”

As the black-clothed man injected internal force into the compass, the cloud patterns on it glowed with a faint purple light, and the pointer began to rotate slowly.

It started slowly, gradually sped up, and then slowed down again.

After only a dozen or so breaths, the small silver needle slowly stopped, pointing in one direction and no longer moving.

“Helmsman, it's over there.”

“Mm, let's go.”

“…”

Again, two simple conversations, and the five disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye, the surroundings as quiet as if no one had ever been there.

However, after dozens more breaths, when a slight movement sounded, several more men in black actually climbed over the city walls.

In just over a hundred breaths, two consecutive waves of mysterious people broke into the imperial palace while the fierce battle outside the city was in full swing.

Everyone knew that these people must be working for different forces, but what they were specifically going to do was still unknown.

And in addition to this, there was another thing that was quite strange, or rather, quite intriguing.

Under the moonlight, the shadows were heavy.

It could be seen that the second wave of men in black also stopped in place for a moment, and one of them even lowered his voice to call a man –

“Helmsman.”

“…”

The Empress's bedroom, Jinhua Hall, underground secret room.

Candles were bright, the aroma of tea wafted, and the room was quiet... or rather, deathly silent.

None of the four people in the room spoke, or even exchanged glances, but someone would occasionally look at the copper clepsydra in the corner, and then sigh softly.

More than an hour had passed since the battle outside the city began, and no news had been received since.

In fact, a great battle like this would definitely not be over in an hour, and they didn't need to be so nervous.

But...

Clutching a pair of jade pendants tightly in her hand, Xu Sui Sui lowered her head and didn't move, only muttering softly in her mouth:

“May Buddha bless, may God bless...”

“May Buddha bless, may God bless...”

Praying to Buddha and praying to God, it could be seen that Xu Sui Sui was a staunch "atheist".

Although Li Zimu and the other three didn't know what "God" was, they didn't ask, but each silently prayed for similar things in their hearts.

Of course, the reasons why the three hoped that Wei Changtian would win were not exactly the same.

But at least at this moment, they were all sincere.

Thus, the fine sand in the clepsydra slowly fell, and time quietly slipped away for an unknown amount of time.

Then, just as Xu Sui Sui had repeated "May Buddha bless" no less than a thousand times, the door of the secret room was suddenly knocked.

“Dong!”

“Dong Dong Dong!”