Dusk in a Midsummer’s Day

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher!
With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated.
In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent.
Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life.
Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

The Peerless Emperor

Different types of soldiers, when coordinated with each other, work together like the gears of a finely-tuned machine, attacking the undead army with orderly precision.


Individually, these undead were far stronger than the Imperial soldiers summoned by Lin Qian.


After all, the soldiers summoned by Lin Qian now were just the lowest mid-level soldiers from within the Huaxia Empire.


But when it came to such massive slaughter, how could the brute force of the undead army stand against the Imperial Army of the Huaxia Empire?


"Damn it, really damn it!" Seeing such a scene, Nan Xin roared furiously, with deep purple flames crazily flickering inside his black eye sockets.


With Nan Xin's roar, a purple mist emerged from his eyes and instantaneously enshrouded the entire undead army.


The next moment, the charging undead abruptly halted in the midst of this purple glow, clenching their fists and hunching over as they growled lowly.


Chapter 98: The Walking Corpse Mutation