Military Command Token and This Frustrating Intelligence

As the Great General who once protected the nation, he could never accept becoming a living dead. Granting the Ghost General a swift release is, for him, a kind of liberation. But clearly...

Serena Feng overestimated the Ghost General's intelligence!

The Phoenixfield Clan's Grand General no longer existed. The person before her was just a tomb-guarding Ghost General—no self-awareness, only programmed to stand here, obey orders, and protect the imperial mausoleum.

Maybe it was intense obsession, or maybe the link between the command token and the Phoenixfield King made the Ghost General hesitate to offend Serena Feng. But that didn’t mean he knew who she was, or would let her manipulate him and kill him at will.

When the blade touched his neck, the Ghost General reacted instinctively—his right arm snapped up, and with a clang, he chopped Serena Feng’s knife clean in two. At the same moment, those lifeless eyes locked onto her instantly.

Even without a spark of light in his eyes, Serena Feng could feel it—those hollow eyes held nothing but chilling killing intent.

Clang—the broken blade hit the ground. Serena Feng’s hand went numb from the impact, forcing her to stagger back. As she retreated, she drew her gun and fired at the Ghost General without a second thought...

The bullet struck the Ghost General dead-on, but aside from making him pause for a moment, it didn’t hurt him at all. Instead, Serena Feng’s attack completely enraged him.

The Ghost General spun around and drew the long spear from his back, its tip aimed straight at Serena Feng...

The Ghost General’s combat power was clearly far above that of the Ghost Soldiers outside, and his limbs were frighteningly agile. The long spear danced fiercely in his hands. Luckily, Prince Nolan was prepared—he yanked Serena Feng behind him and drew his sword, blocking wave after wave of attacks for her.

"He has absolutely no consciousness—he only knows how to fight." Prince Nolan, worried Serena Feng might be hurt, made a point of explaining as they fought.

This was just an empty shell. His only obsession in life might have been delivering the command token to the Phoenixfield King. Now that the token was in Serena Feng’s hands, that obsession had faded—he had no awareness left at all.

"Kill him." Serena Feng understood well—the Ghost General before her was just a soulless shell, programmed only to guard the imperial mausoleum, with no real connection to the Phoenixfield Clan anymore.

"Alright..."

Prince Nolan had barely finished speaking when shouts rang out from outside the cave—Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders yelled, "Not good! The Ghost Soldiers suddenly formed up and surrounded us!"

No need to guess—it had to be the Ghost General giving orders. Otherwise, those Ghost Soldiers wouldn’t have the capability for this.

"I'll go take a look." Serena Feng glanced at Prince Nolan, who was locked in combat with the Ghost General. Making sure Nolan wasn’t at a disadvantage, she took the command token and stepped outside.

"Serena!" Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders saw her come out and quickly shielded her in the center, pointing to the Ghost Soldiers who had surrounded them and now formed an attack array. "These Ghost Soldiers suddenly started moving—within a blink, they set up a formation that can attack or defend!"

The moment the Ghost Soldiers moved, Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders were stunned. Not even the fiercest cavalry on the battlefield could form ranks this fast, let alone a bunch of sluggish undead.

The Ghost Soldiers’ movements completely changed their understanding of what these undead could do.

"What a pity..." The brave warriors of the Phoenixfield Clan had become nothing but lifeless shells. A trace of sorrow flickered in Serena Feng’s eyes.

"It really is a shame. These Ghost Soldiers must have been extraordinary in life," Sean Xuan said sincerely. Serena Feng nodded in agreement, but the Ghost Soldiers gave them no time to talk. Whatever order the Ghost General had given, the undead suddenly parted neatly to both sides, opening a path...

"Not good—they’re about to attack!" Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders stepped forward warily, while Snow Wolf’s eyes widened, bracing for a fight...

Thud, thud, thud... Footsteps echoed as a group of archers with quivers rushed to the front. The front row crouched, the rear row stood, six more ranks readied themselves, mechanically nocking arrows and drawing bows. Arrowheads pointed at Serena Feng, Sean Xuan, and the others—just waiting for the Ghost General’s command to unleash a deadly volley...

"They can actually do this?" Aside from their stiff movements, these soldiers were almost indistinguishable from the living.

No, in fact, once these Ghost Soldiers took up an attack formation, they were even fiercer than the living soldiers on the battlefield. The murderous aura they radiated made even Sean Xuan shudder.

He actually felt as if he was surrounded by a hundred thousand elite generals. It was almost unbelievable!

With just one glance, Sean Xuan decided to retreat!

"Now that these Ghost Soldiers have a commander, their strength has skyrocketed. We shouldn't fight head-on—let’s fall back to the cave and deal with the Ghost General first." The Ghost Soldiers alone weren’t terrifying, but with sheer numbers, complete troop types, and mastery of attack formations, they really were.

How could so few of them possibly fight an entire army?

"The mission of the Ghost General and Ghost Soldiers is to guard the imperial mausoleum. Even if they’re reduced to ashes, they won’t retreat." Serena Feng knew perfectly well—these were no longer human. Threats and bribes were useless; only force would work...

"Without the Ghost General, these Ghost Soldiers would be scattered and leaderless." In that case, even if they couldn’t wipe out every last undead, they could still carve a bloody path out.

"That makes sense." Serena Feng nodded, preparing to retreat into the cave with Sean Xuan. Just as she turned, she remembered the command token in her hand—her eyes lit up.

"Wait, maybe I have a way." The command token on the Ghost General wasn’t something he’d hidden himself—it was deliberately left by the Former Dynasty.

Putting the command token on the Ghost General wasn’t meant to reveal his identity—it was for military command. In the army, it’s normal to obey the token, not the person.

The Ghost General hadn’t ordered them to fire, so the Ghost Soldiers wouldn’t attack on their own. Serena Feng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and raised the command token. Even knowing these undead had no consciousness, she still called out: "All soldiers, hear my command—lay down your weapons. Fall back!"

But the Ghost Soldiers didn’t move at all, completely ignoring Serena Feng’s order.

Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders were extremely tense, terrified the Ghost Soldiers might suddenly loose their arrows. If Serena Feng got hurt, it would be a disaster.

"Serena, let’s get inside first—it’s too dangerous here." Sean Xuan didn’t approve of Serena risking her life. If the Ghost Soldiers fired at such close range, she wouldn’t stand a chance; she’d be riddled with arrows.

"If the Ghost Soldiers don’t retreat, we can’t leave. And who knows what dangers lie ahead—if we fight our way through, the road will only get harder. Trust me, I know what I’m doing. Let me try one more time." Serena Feng refused to give up. She raised the command token high, letting sunlight catch it and scatter beams of light across the Ghost Soldiers.

Serena Feng took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Retreat!"

Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders watched anxiously, while Snow Wolf raised his paws, eyes full of hope. Luckily, this time didn’t disappoint—just as Serena Feng’s voice fell, a miracle happened...