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

The commotion on Lin Qian's side similarly attracted the attention of the Human Clan on the battleship, who wanted to look in that direction.


But when their gazes met Lin Qian's, their bodies felt heavy, and they immediately knelt down as if something had oppressed their minds.


In an instant, their bodies felt light again as if nothing had ever happened.


Simultaneously, Lin Qian's voice came through, "Do not look into my eyes, you will be affected."


Lin Qian's words made everyone hastily gather their spirits and, after standing up, look towards the great army of walking corpses at the forefront of the battleship.


Clearly, the state Lin Qian was in at the moment put significant pressure on the Giant Ghost Clan's Blood Nourishing Corpses.


Could it be that just by doing this, they would be able to defeat that thirty million-strong army of walking corpses?


Chapter 168: Crush Them