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Chapter 341: Feudal Officials Arrive

Hell stirred with a feverish pitch.

The new Hell had just been established, and yet they were being scrutinized by the sharp, incisive gazes of the twelve envoys around them… The imperial edict summoning them back to the capital had already been issued. The ghostly citizens were overjoyed. After all, all Cathayans enjoyed such festivities and excitement - this was something that had been etched into the deepest parts of their marrows. Thus, when the full names of the twelve envoys were finally disclosed to all of them, they couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

In contrast to the stirring excitement in the hearts of the citizens, Oda Nobunaga was already preparing his troops, day and night. Ever since five months ago, the First Battalion had already entered a period of full military regimentation, and none could leave or enter the barracks at their own whims and fancies. Thus, nobody was aware of what Hell was doing, or what direction it was headed.

There was a fifty-meter large stage situated at the front of the army camp. Oda Nobunaga sat on the stage in his armor, carrying a small banner in his hand. With each wave of the banner, the Yin soldiers below would transition into the next martial stance. Nobunaga’s personal guards and the Umamawari horse guards would then weave in and out of the ranks and files with whips immolating with flames, and anyone who was caught lazing around would be “gently reminded” with a soft lashing.

The Nipponese warriors had already picked up the basics of the language of the land over the last half a year.

It was a bird formed out of Yin energy.

This was the most commonly seen means of communication in Hell. Those who have attained the rank of an Infernal Judge would possess the ability to create such Yin messenger birds. Furthermore, the intended recipient would immediately know the identity of the sender from the netherflame that these birds were branded with.

Oda Nobunaga’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lifted his hand, “Rest for half an hour. Murai-kun, Nobutada, come here for a moment.”

They’re here… These were two simple words, and yet they caused the hairs on Murai Sadakatsu’s and Oda Nobutada’s back to stand on end!

The famous twelve envoys that the old Hell has stationed overseas are finally returning to the new Hell!

The mere thought of such prospects stirred such great excitement in them that they simply couldn’t contain themselves.

“Presumptuous!” Oda Nobunaga slammed down onto the table and continued with a deep, booming voice, “Our soldiers haven’t once spilled blood, and yet you’re already suggesting squaring off against these famous warlords? Are you trying to put Hell in a difficult position?”

With that, Oda Nobutada and Murai Sadakatsu left to disseminate the latest set of instructions. Oda Nobunaga took a deep breath, straightened out his clothes, and then transformed into a nethergale and flew straight to Hell’s gate.

Arthis raised her hand, and everyone vanished from where they were, before promptly appearing on the rooftop.

Nobody responded.

After all, each and every single one of these warlords were formidable opponents in their own rights!

He turned around and gazed at everyone, “This is the first diplomatic interaction of the new Hell.”

“Yes!!” Everyone, including Arthis, responded in earnest.

The others promptly transformed into a nethergale and went about on their duties. On the other hand, Qin Ye simply sat down on the roof, squinting at the dark canopy of the skies.

The sky appeared to depict the calm before the storm. For the very first time, the skies above his head was laced with traces of red, almost as though a tide of blood were washing into the new Hell from its surroundings. The Yin clouds in the sky were swirling about slowly, forming a dark hole in the sky. The sky was originally filled with red, green and white spots of netherflames. That said, the only colours that remained were the white netherflames that continued to swirl eerily around the vortex of clouds in the sky.

Whoosh… A peculiar wind swept from nowhere, causing Qin Ye’s clothes to flutter about wildly.

It then tilted up, almost as though it were looking into the canopy of the skies, “Every underworld has its own unique colour. You’ll understand what I mean later. You’ll be able to distinguish the underworld that they hail from through the unique colour of their Yin energy, For instance, the present red colour in the sky signifies the approach of evil ghosts - Infernal Judges in particular. And it’s precisely because they’re approaching from all directions that the vortex has appeared in the sky.”

After all, those who were coming weren’t riffraff like Cao Youdao. They were feudal officials! Those who had maintained law and order in their fiefdoms for some time! It was naturally far better to err on the side of caution!

Dong, dong, dong… Hell’s main road - the one that extended out from Hell’s Gate - was suddenly flooded with a great stream of Yin energy. Suddenly, everything became neat and orderly. The Yin energy drove all of the citizens to the side, followed closely by the government officials of Hell. Cordons were promptly set up, and an announcement was made to the citizens who were stirring with great excitement that anyone who came within a twenty meter radius of the cordon tapes would be killed without inquisition!

They had already put on their imposing armor. It was massive, clunky and ugly. They were worlds apart from the New Tigerform Battle Armor. With their armor, each soldier stood at two meters tall, and they stood fifteen meters apart from each other. They rested their long polearms on the ground and stood unmoving on both sides of the road like black iron pylons.

Then, a large bundle of red carpet unrolled itself from the mouth of Hell’s Gate, spreading out neatly across the entire toad. Two rows of female ghosts in ancient-style attendant uniforms drifted out from Hell’s Gate, each of whom was toting a palace lamp burning with a green flame, and they arranged themselves neatly in front of the Black Armored Troops. The Yin spirits working on both sides of the road immediately paused and glanced over curiously.

BOOM!!

Yin soldiers!

Clatter, clatter… The new Hell came to a complete standstill. The deeply unsettling sound of innumerable soldiers crossing the void and entering the realms of the new Hell resounded like a distant tsunami that was pounding towards them. Back in Hell’s Gate, Oda Nobunaga took a deep breath. His expression was deep and intense. With a single wave of his hand, the Yin soldiers under his command scattered, swift as mercury, as they took their positions among the rest of the citizens of Hell, where they promptly surrounded Hell’s Gate.

But now was hardly time to analyze these things. She waved her hand, and copious amounts of paper money filled the air as she turned back into her true form of a Rakshasa lady. Then, a nethergale swept over, sending her straight to the entrance of Hell.

“Lord Yu Qian of Licchavi.” “Lord Yang Jiye of Luzon has answered the summons.”

Qin Ye shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and transformed into a nethergale and rushed to the entrance as well.

There was no need to run, and no need to hide. The new Hell was here to stay, and it was going to welcome all of its previous vassal states with open arms! This was the kind of magnanimity and chivalry that was befitting of Hell after all!