Hell stirred with a feverish pitch.

It was clear that everything had been prepared. But even as the D-day drew closer, each and every government official couldn’t help but fidget about in a state of extreme tension. After all, they were the only ones who knew what exactly they would be facing at the end of the year.

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.

“Zhou Yu?” “Yang Jiye?” “Yu Qian? Are you kidding me? Is this real?” “I’ll be damned… These twelve envoys are all famous figures in the history of Cathay…” “My god… are they actually still around?! They’re still around!! Unbelievable!” “Haha, but no matter how impressive they are, don’t they still have to answer the summons and return to Hell? We’re still the lord of the region!”

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...