Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 212 - 128: War (Fourth Update)

Chapter 212: Chapter 128: War (Fourth Update)

Tianyuan World, Ghost Ridge Palace!

Su Jie had arrived at the Alchemy Hall of Ghost Ridge Palace, a place where the palace’s Pill Masters were nurtured. The elixirs produced here differed from those in the outer world, often peculiar and sinister in nature.

“Brother Su.”

“Brother Su.”

The disciple guarding the Alchemy Hall was startled upon seeing Su Jie. After killing Du Shaochang, Su Jie had become quite famous within Ghost Ridge Palace, hailed as one of the strongest among the disciples of the Yunling Realm.

“I’m here to buy some items. Do you still have any Blood Slaughter Pills for sale?”

Su Jie didn’t beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose.

The Blood Slaughter Pill was a common elixir, easy to produce. Its primary function was for ordinary people, extracting the body’s potential and enhancing various bodily functions in a short period.

It also had side effects; taking the Blood Slaughter Pill caused severe blood deficiency in the body.

If no blood transfusion was administered afterward, it would consume the person’s lifespan.

In Ghost Ridge Palace, the production of Blood Slaughter Pills was cheap, requiring only some common Spirit Plants mixed with a small amount of Blood Marrow Crystal.

In the past, Blood Slaughter Pills were used on human slaves working in mines and herb fields of Ghost Ridge Palace. These human slaves were often forced to consume the pills to increase their work intensity and efficiency.

Under the influence of high-intensity labor and the aftereffects of the Blood Slaughter Pill, those human slaves typically had less than a year to live.

Since they were bound to be used by Demon Cultivators to feed insects at the brink of death, treated as consumables, their lives were of no concern; naturally, there was no need for blood transfusions or anything of the sort.

“Blood Slaughter Pills, yes, yes, Brother Su, how many would you like?”

The disciple quickly spoke, mentioning that with the Righteous Sects surrounding Ghost Ridge Palace, some of the mines and herb fields had ceased operations, leaving a large quantity of Blood Slaughter Pills in storage.

“Start me off with two hundred thousand pills, and if that’s not enough, I’ll buy more.”

Su Jie stated a number that left the disciple astonished.

“This… so many.”

Although Blood Slaughter Pills were inexpensive, buying so many at once would still cost thousands of Blood Marrow Crystals.

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“Don’t have any?”

“We do, we do.”

If it were someone else, selling so many Blood Slaughter Pills at once would require reporting to the Elder for permission, but with Su Jie as the buyer, there were no such complications.

The disciple quickly left to prepare the Blood Slaughter Pills.

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Three days later.

Chan Country, Mande Region, military camp.

Su Jie, clad in military uniform, appeared on the high platform of the parade ground.

Below, tens of thousands of Jieke Security Soldiers formed a massive battalion, holding steel rifles, standing ramrod straight.

Nearby, neatly parked tanks, armored vehicles, and artillery were all fully armed.

The densely packed soldiers gathered here, creating a sea of heads that spread a solemn atmosphere throughout the area.

From the sidelines, journalists with cameras were loyally recording everything, broadcasting it to television stations.

In the Mande Region, every household was glued to the TV, watching a scene that would go down in the history of the Mande Region.

The spring breeze fluttered as Su Jie surveyed his surroundings, receiving fervent gazes from the Jieke Security Soldiers, everyone aware of what was about to happen.

Prior continuous military drills had already sent whispers through the winds of an impending action against other warlords of East Qin State.

“My soldiers, I am the founder of Jieke Company, Su Jie. Most of you should recognize me, so I won’t bother introducing myself much.”

Su Jie stood straight, his resonant and sonorous voice reaching all around.

“Today is April 18, an ordinary day, yet at this moment, the warlords of East Qin State are already stirring.”

Yesterday, Guo Mindeng’s troops breached Haiyan Mountain, crossing the alert lines in the Mande Region.

Yesterday, Ang Yulun’s forces initiated a military drill in Qi Wu, deploying planes and artillery.

Yesterday, Suomin Tun personally made a speech, accusing our Mande Region of human rights abuses, enslaving the people through an economy reliant on insects.

Yesterday, some so-called renowned international media slandered Jieke Company for engaging in illegal businesses, manufacturing raw materials for Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, thereby poisoning people worldwide.

Yesterday, someone suddenly contacted me. If we do not hand over the formula for Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, they threatened to shut down Jieke Company.

This morning, a new batch of arms was delivered via sea to a region controlled by the warlords. Where did these arms come from? Naturally, they came from the support of foreign powers.

Why are they targeting us everywhere?

Because we in the Mande Region are not in line with them, because we have lived better lives, and our lives have undergone radical changes.

Because we possess the Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, a product that sells well worldwide, which naturally these foreign powers do not want to see.

They only allow us to live in poverty and hardship forever, doing the most menial jobs, being part of the global industrial chain with the least profit, subjected to their enslavement and scorn, and they will never allow us to challenge their authority, live the life they enjoy, or obtain high-profit margins in the industrial chain.

We crave peace, but the hyenas and tigers will show their fangs, saying, “You do not deserve to sit at the same table and share a meal with us, the dog bowl is where you belong.”

Those noble capitalists will say, “You only deserve the scraps we leave behind.”

Those foreign powers wanting our submission only wish to see us wag our tails at them, hoping they throw us an extra bone or two.

Do you say we should submit?”

The voice traveled through the microphone throughout the venue, each soldier gripping their steel guns, responding with deafening roars.

“Never.”

“Never.”

“Never.”

Dust flew and thunderous voices echoed, the resolute iron-blooded sound declaring their choice.

Before the TV, citizens of the Mande Region also rose, shouting angrily.

“Damn it, we’ve finally started to live well; whoever dares to touch Jieke Company, I will kill them.”

“Before Jieke Company came, my monthly salary was only three or four hundred Hua Yuan. After Jieke Company arrived, my salary is now fifteen hundred Hua Yuan. Who is good and who is bad, don’t we, the wage earners, know?”

“Down with those who want to oppress us, Grandpa, where is that old gun you hid? Give it to me, I also want to join Jieke Security to fight the enemies.”

A torrent of voices arose, and the whole Mande Region boiled over.

Su Jie was very satisfied with everyone’s response. The morale of the troops was usable!

“I heard everyone’s response, but words are the weakest weapons. Bullets and corpses will show them our determination.

I of course know what war means. The enemy has support from foreign powers, equipped with the most advanced weapons. It will be a tremendously harsh test, a prolonged struggle filled with suffering.

As I have said before, all we can offer is our blood, sweat, tears, and toil.

But are we afraid? We will fight those overconfident warlords on land, sea, and air. With bullets and iron blood, we will tell them that for victory, for a hard-earned life, we will spare no expense, fear no terror, no matter how long or arduous the road ahead, we will seize this victory because without victory, we cannot survive.

Now, as the highest commander of Jieke Security, I order you to launch a cleansing war against the three warlords Guo Mindeng, Ang Yulun, and Suomin Tun for the safety of the Mande Region.”

“War!”

“War!”

“War!”

In a roar that shook the heavens, rows of armored vehicles started, and armed helicopters whirred overhead.

Massive columns of soldiers, marching along the newly paved asphalt road, headed toward the border areas adjoining the three warlords.

Since the enemy wants war, then I will give them war.

Su Jie gazed into the distance with a profound look, as if seeing a pair of invisible giant hands named Capital maneuvering everything.

Behind him, Liu Yingying looked up in admiration, her heart pounding, her gaze at Su Jie somewhat infatuated.