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Lin Ci nodded solemnly.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his dark pupils instantly transformed into a pair of slowly rotating yin-yang symbols.
Black and white are clearly distinguished, and the mystery is beyond words.
The next second, the pupils returned to normal.
His shadow, like a lake surface tossed with pebbles, surged violently.
A dark figure quickly emerged from it, condensing into the form of a ghostly soldier.
Lin Ci's expression turned excited the moment he saw the soldier.
He knew he had succeeded.
This ghostly soldier.
They were no longer wearing the original ninja attire, nor did they resemble Japanese armor.
Instead, they wore a black and white outfit that blended together beautifully, similar to the flying fish robe of the Ming Dynasty.
Black as the base and white as the pattern, interwoven to form a mysterious cloud, water, dragon and fish design, tightly clinging to his explosive body.
A white jade leather belt around his waist accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him appear as upright as a pine tree.
Muscle strength permeates the body, and even through clothing, one can clearly feel the boundless power contained within it.
He wore a black conical hat pulled low over his head, covering most of his face.
A jet-black mask came into view.
The mask had no patterns on it, only a pair of scarlet eyes that shone in the darkness.
Like burning charcoal, it proved his lineage as a member of the Shadow Legion.
He knelt on one knee, leaned slightly forward, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lin Ci, his movements precise and full of power.
A deep, clear voice came from beneath the mask.
"Meet my king."
Chapter 31 The Powerful New Legion
Lin Ci's pupils contracted slightly.
The Shadow Legion can talk now?
"Can you talk?"
The soldier remained kneeling, head bowed, his voice devoid of any emotion.
"Yes, Your Majesty, compared to my previous form, I now possess independent consciousness."
"The will of every Shadow Legion soldier is to serve our King until death."
Lin Ci understood.
It was indeed the aura of the Saint Seiya that affected the essence of the Shadow Legion.
Xiaoyu's spirit not only gave them souls, but also enabled them to undergo a qualitative leap.
The soldiers he summoned were even more powerful than those Xiaoyu summoned.
They have developed a complete sense of independence and can even communicate without barriers.
Just thinking so.
Another shadow beside him began to churn violently.
Another shadowy soldier slowly emerged from it.
Lin Ci's brows furrowed slightly, almost unconsciously.
He didn't summon it, so how did he come out on his own?
But the moment he saw what the second soldier looked like, he was completely shocked.
He was still not dressed as a ninja, but he was also not dressed as the flying fish costume from before.
He was dressed in a robe that was both civil and military attire.
The robe is pure white with patterns of mountains and rivers embroidered in black silk thread. The black and white colors complement each other, exuding a sense of solemnity and dignity.
His physique was equally robust and well-built, but unlike the soldiers in flying fish uniforms who exuded an outward aggressiveness, he was reserved and composed.
A pure white conical hat was worn high on his head, adding to his mystique.
It was a pure white mask, the same color as the robe.
The pair of scarlet eyes adorning it create a strong and eerie visual impact, bringing a unique aesthetic.
He also knelt on one knee and bowed to Lin Ci, his movements exactly the same as the former's.
"Meet my king."
Lin Ci was completely dumbfounded.
Wait, didn't he merge the nine army groups into one unit?
How come another completely different one has appeared?
At the other end of the study, the old man, who had been silently observing, stroked his goatee and spoke thoughtfully.
"I see."
"It is the fusion of Yin and Yang. In the process of fusion, the Shadow Legion with the two attributes of Yin and Yang was born."
Lin Ci's heart sank suddenly.
"Wouldn't that mean our strength is scattered? What I want is a nine-in-one Shadow Legion!"
The shadowy soldier in the flying fish uniform raised his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on Lin Ci.
“Your Majesty, our power is the combined power of the nine masks; it has not been dispersed.”
Lin Ci was even more puzzled.
"Then why are there two army groups?"
The shadowy soldier dressed in a scholar's robe also spoke, his voice gentler than the former's.
"It simply represents the balance of Yin and Yang, and has no other harmful effects."
"The king's power is limited, and the number of shadow legions he can summon is also limited."
"But now, we are divided into two branches, Yin and Yang."
"This means that the king can summon twice the number of shadow soldiers that your original power could support."
Lin Ci's eyebrows suddenly twitched.
His brain worked at lightning speed, and he instantly grasped the logic behind it.
"In other words, without changing my strength, I can summon twice as many Ghost Soldiers, which means you two types of soldiers."
The soldier in the flying fish suit nodded emphatically.
"Yes, my king."
This time, Lin Ci was truly shocked.
Hearing this, it's not only not harmful, but it's actually a great thing!
Power is the complete form of nine combined into one.
The quantity has doubled out of nowhere.
This is absolutely beneficial!
Tara, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed.
His enormous, grotesque face was slightly distorted by extreme excitement.
This is the best army he has ever dreamed of!
Look at that face, that figure, that clothing!
It looks so much better than their original monotonous Japanese samurai armor and the same old ninja outfits!
Tara could no longer contain her excitement, and her voice trembled slightly.
"Boss, can I test their abilities?"
Lin Ci nodded upon hearing this.
Perfect timing! He also wanted to see for himself just how powerful this brand-new Ghost Legion really was.
With Lin Ci's consent, a thick layer of black mist instantly enveloped Tara's soul.
A muscular man, over two meters tall and exuding explosive power, appeared in the spot.
Xiaoyu, who was hiding behind her father, peeked out and let out a gasp.
"So you do have legs!"
Tara was so engrossed in battle that she had no time to pay attention to Xiaoyu's complaints.
He stretched out his thick arm and pointed to the two soldiers kneeling on one knee.
"Come! Let's have a fair samurai duel!"
The soldier in the flying fish robe and the soldier in the civil and military robes exchanged a glance.
The soldier in the civil and military robes tilted his head slightly as if gesturing to the soldier in the flying fish robe.
The soldier in the flying fish uniform seemed to sigh helplessly.
He slowly stood up and walked to the opposite side of Tara, his scarlet eyes calm and still.
His figure left a lingering shadow on the spot.
Tara's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could react, a sharp gust of wind rushed towards him.
He instinctively raised his thick arm to block.
A dull, loud bang echoed in the study.