Doomsday Code

Chapter 892 Sam's Adventures

"Spreading heresies and daring to criticize the gods, they deserve to die."

The soldier's commander sheathed his sword, wiped the blood off the blade, and then spoke coldly.

Despite their fear, these legendary generals knew they absolutely could not show it in front of their subordinates.

Meanwhile, the soldier who just mentioned some deity was not actually dying because he was criticizing any deity, but because he had lost his mind. We absolutely cannot let him take the other soldiers with him.

Therefore, the best way to deal with it is to kill him, use his head and blood to awaken and intimidate the other soldiers, and reduce the psychological impact of Ye Rong's sword.

"Marching at full speed."

After sheathing their cleaned swords, the supply trains of the various kingdoms parted ways and hurried toward their respective garrison locations.

At this moment, at the foot of the Great Wall, after Ye Rong unleashed a sword strike, the sword in his hand flowed into his body like water.

"Alright, everyone come down. Almost everyone should be here. It's time for the meeting."

Looking at the rapidly healing spatial rift in front of him, he clicked his tongue in a sinister tone:

"General, you truly deserve the title of Sword God. I doubt anyone in this world could withstand the power of this sword strike."

The laws of the present world are very solid. If one wants to create such a spatial shattering through sheer force, then the power unleashed would already surpass that of an ordinary demigod.

Especially considering how effortlessly Ye Rong executed his sword strike, Yin Zhi's assertion that no one could withstand it was not an exaggeration.

However, Ye Rong shook his head and said:

"That's not enough. The Palace Master is absolutely capable of withstanding my sword strike."

Upon hearing Ye Rong mention Samlett, the demigod temple master, the gloomy man's handsome face twitched.

The Demigod Temple, as one of the foundations of the empire, is the place where all the demigod-level powerhouses in the empire are managed. He, Ye Rong, and Bu Jiu are all members of the temple.

As the place where the Demigod Temple manages the empire's demigod-level powerhouses, none of these demigods are anything but arrogant and consider themselves the best in the world.

Even so, everyone in the demigod temple had to submit to that temple master.

This is not the subjugation brought about by imperial power, but the admiration brought about by the overwhelming strength.

Ye Rong's sword can pierce the air, but he can only break through the range of one sword. However, Samlett's punch can pierce the air, but he can also shatter a hundred miles of void with one punch.

Just thinking about Samlett's fists made Bu Jiu and the others feel a slight pain in their cheeks.

There was no way around it; back in the day, when we were young and hot-blooded, we all challenged Samuel, and then he slapped us in the face with his iron fist.

"That definitely doesn't count. I even doubt whether the Palace Master has already crossed that threshold of strength. Apart from the Palace Master, I don't think anyone else could withstand your sword strike, General."

This time, Ye Rong did not refute Yin Zhi's words, because he was already one of the most outstanding people in the world, and believed that apart from the Palace Master, no one could truly surpass him in strength.

Even Pope Bimbis, who lived in seclusion in the Holy City, couldn't do that.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the void thousands of miles away, Samlet, who had run out of the Elven race, sneezed.

Wiping his nose, Samlett muttered:

"I never thought I would get sick and be unable to fly like this anymore."

Sam then found a secluded spot and landed.

At the same time, his height and appearance changed instantly, transforming him from a middle-aged man into a young gentleman.

Touching his face, Sam clapped his hands and said:

"That's more like it, we're still young."

After tidying up his clothes, he strode towards a towering city with walls hundreds of meters high.

Although winter has arrived, merchants, travelers, and noble caravans continue to arrive in droves on this continent, heading towards this great city.

This is the capital of the Kingdom of Como, one of the five major kingdoms in the world today.

More than a decade ago, Heath Ledger, the Marquis of Qimu of the Kingdom of Como, annihilated the restoration army of Hughes Hope XV of the Thornflower. He was greeted here by the triumphant ceremony prepared for him by the kingdom, and it was also here that he was granted the title of Marquis of Qimu by Como XIV.

And he became the marquis with the largest fiefdom in history.

As Sam arrived at the foot of this great city, looking at the towering city gate, he seemed to be able to see through the river of time the carnival in the capital of Como more than a decade ago.

Seeing Heath Ledger here, bearing the sins of annihilating His Majesty Emperor XV, receiving the reward for treason.

Thinking of Hughes Hopps, whom he had raised and who had died, and of Queen Sophia, who was still worried about Brown in her final moments, Sam clenched his fists very tightly.

Just as he was about to impulsively smash the city to pieces, a shout pulled him back to reality.

"What are you daydreaming about? Get out of the way!"

Not far behind Sam, a beautifully decorated carriage came speeding towards them.

These days, there's no distinction between sidewalks and expressways, especially since those who can ride in horse-drawn carriages are all wealthy and powerful people.

Driving a horse-drawn carriage, they had even less intention of yielding to pedestrians.

Some perverts deliberately go to crowded places, wanting to see passersby being chased away by horse-drawn carriages in a panic, just for their amusement.

Looking back, Samette, perhaps still caught up in his emotions, couldn't quite shake them off. So, his murderous intent in that glance directly intimidated the steed with demonic beast blood.

The carriage came to a sudden stop, catching the driver off guard. He was thrown off by the momentum.

The VIPs inside the car fared even worse; every bump and bruise resulted in a swollen bump.

Sisi, one hand covering her forehead and the other lifting the carriage curtain, muttered under her breath:

"How do you drive? You've bumped into this princess and given her such a big bump on her head."

However, when she lifted the carriage curtain to look, she saw the coachman lying on the ground in front of the carriage, groaning.

When the coachman saw the princess clutching her head, he knew he had really messed up. Knowing the princess's temper, he wouldn't die, but he would definitely be tormented by her for a long time.

"your Highness."

The coachman called out, "Your Highness," and then pointed to Samette in front of him:

"Your Highness, this is not my fault. It's all because this guy was standing in the middle of the road. He wouldn't move when we asked him to, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Samlett looked at the carriage in front of him, especially at the string of decorations hanging in front of it that represented the royal status of the Como royal family.

His expression grew even colder.

Sisi looked at Sam, whom the coachman was pointing to. Sam was handsome and dressed appropriately, though not extravagantly.

Especially now, with his icy expression, which girl wouldn't shout "Cold-faced male god" upon seeing him?