352. In front of the King's Palace(1/2)
The earth cracked into canyons, magma spewed toward the ground, and turned into pitch-black scorched earth in heavy rains. With the awakening of the Supreme Being in the earth veins, the entire landscape was abruptly changed.
"Is this...the Black King?"
Ange looked at the hellish scene in front of him and sighed slightly.
Humanity's understanding of this real dark emperor is really limited. The secret party may have made enough preparations, but who would have thought that this king would make the whole world boil just by waking up. What they are facing now is not only
The Black King also faces the danger of the world collapsing at any time. This is probably the most serious crisis in human history.
Fortunately... this king doesn't seem to be fully awake.
He was still taking a nap in the rift valley and seemed to be recovering his strength.
"He must be killed..."
Ange looked at the dark figure in the rift valley with an extremely solemn expression. It was a ferocious body covered with black lins. It was not as huge as a mountain. It seemed to be only a dozen meters tall. Yes, he was tall! He was like a giant.
, but with a dragon head, Angers had no doubt that this guy could stand up and walk upright.
The half-human, half-dragon body is full of power. This is the most suitable posture for fighting. At this moment, the king is taking a nap on the throne of the earth. With his breathing, the magma is constantly rising and falling, surrounded by fire, and surging sparks.
When it hit his pitch-black scales, it was instantly extinguished, reflecting a dead black light.
"Dong dong dong——"
His heart was beating vigorously, and it was getting faster and faster, and the strength seemed to be rising continuously. The majestic sound of the beating heart was like a war drum that destroyed the world, making the earth tremble.
"He must be killed before he fully wakes up!"
Yes, this is the unanimous judgment of everyone. Black King Nidhogg, just appearing in this world, is pushing the world to destruction. If he waits for him to fully wake up, the whole world will return to nothingness, and the whole world will return to its original state.
The era of mankind will be ended by him.
The red sky reflected on the faces of the old people, and the apocalyptic scene made these elderly people feel powerless.
"It's easy to say..." Henkel's voice was low, "Then the question is...how do we get in front of him?"
Just like he said, the king's palace is not so easy to reach.
How could the Dark Emperor's resurrection be possible without bringing thousands of troops with him?
Things are constantly struggling to crawl out of the dark scorched earth. They are all kinds of creatures, regardless of species, that were buried here when the emperor revived. Now they have been given a new life and live for the emperor.
Twisted figures trembled and climbed up one after another. They had ferocious black scales on their bodies and sharp claws. They gathered together and formed a dark patch to guard the sleeping king.
"Are these Deadpools?" Someone frowned.
"The number is really too much..."
Facing the black tide of dead soldiers, the old people flinched a little. This was almost a losing battle. They might not even be qualified to meet the king.
The emperor in the distance closed his eyes tightly and didn't even bother to look at them.
This is contempt, contempt from the Supreme.
Insignificant humans are not even qualified to become this supreme opponent.
"We're all here, you don't want to back down, do you?"
Angers' face was unexpectedly calm, but anyone who knew him would see that he was actually angrier than ever before.
Not everyone is afraid of the majesty of the emperor, such as him, Hilbert Jean Angers.
He has been waiting for this day for too long.
"Black Emperor? I will make you regret for looking down on human beings."
Angers is currently wearing a black combat uniform, with a commemorative folding knife on his waist. Unfortunately, this folding knife is not suitable for the current scene. However, he also carries a knife on his back.
The alchemical knife refined by the vice principal himself is probably the most powerful equipment that humans can forge.
Facing the oncoming endless deadpool, Ange showed madness on his face.
He drew his sword with both hands and rushed into the black tide.
"Come on, let's start fighting!"
When everyone saw Angers going forward, they no longer hesitated and picked up their swords and guns to attack. Because fear was useless, they had no way out. This was a war that would determine the survival of the world. If they failed, no matter where they hid, they would be dead.
Ichijo, all I can do now is live toward death!
"Don't worry! I'll be there to hold you back!"
The sudden voice made them more confident, because it was the voice of the vice principal.
They saw the dusty old cowboy, holding a long knife in his hand and riding a motorcycle at high speed. The secret silver knife left silver marks on the ground.
The old cowboy rushed to the battlefield carrying the treasures he had hidden for many years, and carved his highest masterpiece in the surrounding area.
He held the silver knife in his hand and cut his palm, and the bright red blood flowed down the tip of the knife. He stabbed the long knife into the ground, and the blood poured into the ground along the long knife, covering the carvings with silver powder.
"Word Spirit·Discipline!"
The old cowboy roared like crazy, and blood flowed down his palms like money. When the bright red blood stained the entire alchemy matrix, a huge domain spread out from his body, almost covering the entire black tide formed by Deadpool.
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He used the commandments to divide the battlefield and weaken Deadpool's power, so that others could stand outside the commandments and use long-range weapons to camp.
"Ange, if you can't kill him, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
The vice-principal cursed Ange who was rushing to the front, shouting at the top of his lungs.
However, upon hearing his scolding, Ange, who was rushing in front, smiled, "I knew you would come..."
There was a violent outburst!
Angers forced a bloodbath to offset the effect of the commandments. Using the spirit of speech, the effects of large-scale commandments were not concentrated. After the bloodbath, he could completely ignore them, but these deadpools could not! Feeling that the deadpools around him had been weakened a lot, Angers
Re cut his own wrist with a long knife, the knife was very heavy, and the blood flew wildly as he ran.
Almost at the same time, the black tide-like dead waiters suddenly turned to look at the oncoming old man. The golden color of their speech spirits was much weaker due to the suppression of blood by the commandments, but they still looked at Angers with greedy eyes.
Seemingly attracted by the blood, they focused their target on the old man. No matter how many other people fired their guns and cannons, they all just pounced on the old man like crazy.
The Holy Cut fell, and bullets were accurately embedded in Deadpool's head. His head exploded like fireworks, announcing their death like a decree. Henkel looked at the old madman rushing at the front and felt ashamed. Angers
This guy is like a lunatic, using his own blood to attract the deadpools around him to hit his blade. He is obviously an assassin in time, but now he is turning into a berserker and dancing wildly in the dark tide.
However, Angers was the only one among the people present who was able to fight freely in such a dense group of Deadpools despite the commandments.
Angers' eyes were filled with lava-like gold. In his eyes, Deadpool's movements were as slow as a special-photography movie. He was like a vandal walking in a wax museum, passing by each statue with a long knife in his hand.
Scarlet blooms everywhere you pass.
Affected by his blood, the Deadpools raged like hungry beasts, crying like babies that penetrated people's hearts. They rushed forward in confusion, without any order, and some even stepped on their companions who were not running fast enough.
He moved forward, his sharp claws trampling his flesh and blood, and he rushed towards Angers desperately.
"come on!"
Angers shouted excitedly, and the smell of death made him even more excited. Everyone should know that the principal of Kassel College is actually the biggest murderer in the college. At this moment, the anger he had suppressed for many years finally no longer hides, and the murderer
The true nature of the embryo is exposed.
He wielded the long knife and cut off the heads of each Deadpool without any mercy. He even hoped that these guys would take pictures and come one by one. It would be better if he could hold the knife without moving and hit them by himself.
Obviously these deadpools will not be so obedient. Although they are all coming towards him, they will not line up.
"Angers, slow down! Do you really think you are a Spartan?" Henkel yelled. Angers was going crazy and rushed so fast that they couldn't keep up.
"Is this the level of Kassel College? Can't it keep up?"
A rough and arrogant voice came from nowhere. Henkel was about to curse back when he heard the voice, but the black wave rising in the distance made him shut his mouth.
That was when the Deadpool group was overturned, a large area of Deadpool was instantly cut in half, a red and black wave set off in the Deadpool group, and a black sun rose high above.
That is the day of judgment and blackness!
Eri's trial cut off the path forward for the Deadpools. Uesugoshi carried a lot of long-collected Japanese swords on his back, holding two handles with both hands, drawing a perfect arc in the air, two mottled,
The arms with exposed veins are still strong and powerful.
He stood in front of Eriyi, with his upper body bare, revealing the same dark tattoo on his back, with an excited smile on his face.
"You two protect Eriyi, and I will go to Ange to settle old scores!"
He gave instructions to Minamoto Chisheng and Minamoto Chino girls who were guarding Eryi on both sides, and then rushed towards the group of Deadpools with the black sun on his head.
The blade draws a perfect circle, the arc is red and shiny, and the black sun is as silent as death. He walks in the tide of dead soldiers, like the god of death walking in the world. Anything that comes close to him will be swallowed by the dark sun.
Henkel couldn't refute Uesugoshi's words, because their level was indeed not that outrageous.
This guy is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus running rampant among the Deadpools. If Ange relies on skills, he relies on pure brute force and the powerful speech spirit brought by his bloodline.
Everyone listened blankly to the ancient testimony chanted by the old man. At this moment, Uesugoshi was like a Buddha statue standing in the flowing clouds and flames, extremely calm and majestic.
Everyone held their breath subconsciously, witnessing this scene that looked like the presence of a god. Rather than saying this was a spirit, it was better to say it was a memorial ceremony, a memorial ceremony for reaching the realm of the Dragon King in a mere human body.
If there was no Black King in the distance, they would even believe that this guy was the descendant of a dragon king!
"This...is this something humans can do?"
"This is the emperor, the emperor from Japan, the last legitimate royal blood of Japan." Beowulf looked solemn. After the White King incident, they, as school directors, had more or less investigated the intelligence about Japan, "This is Ang.
To be continued...