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Chapter 269 The God of Death holds his sickle high

 As the bloodline left by Hades, Lord of the Underworld, Berkeley can mobilize the power of the underworld and even summon some underworld creatures for his own use.

This is why, although Bai Qi is strong, he is at a disadvantage.

How can a common man be an enemy of an entire world!

However, behind this man is the entire Great Qin!

A great Qin that swept across the entire era and devoured the world!

In an instant, the undead souls that hugged Bai Qi fled away one after another, and their sharp roars turned into trembling wails, as if they had encountered an unstoppable existence.

After Bai got up.

Golden light kept flashing, and blurry figures slowly appeared one after another.

Wearing strong armor and holding sharp weapons!

The cavalry formed a formation, the spearmen stood straight, the shieldmen raised their shields, the archers drew their bows, and the swordsmen drew their swords.

A breath from a thousand years ago, heavy and sharp, seemed to appear here again across the long river of time.

This is an army!

Qin Army!

Thousands of years ago, the army of Qin!

These loyal warriors have survived hundreds of battles. Now, under the call of the emperor, they have returned from death and reappeared in this world to follow their generals!

A general who is victorious in every battle, a soldier who is victorious in every battle!

This army, after a thousand years, appears here again, fighting for Da Qin and fighting for Da Xia!

Every warrior has a raging evil spirit rising into the sky. The evil energy gathers together like an irresistible sharp knife!

A division of two hundred thousand tigers and wolves!

They are the close warriors who follow this god of death.

Although there are only two hundred thousand, each warrior has experienced countless battles!

They once killed 400,000 Zhao troops with this murderer in the Battle of Changping!

In the battle between the gods a thousand years ago, they had killed 400,000 gods with this god of murder!

This is humanity’s top army!

At that moment, just standing there, the murderous aura that made even the gods fearful made Berkeley tremble all over, causing the evil ghosts from the underworld to wail and dare not approach.

The reporters and the audience widened their eyes in disbelief!

"Oh my god, what is this!"

"This is...the army?"

"Wait, what does it say on those flags?"

"Qin... was the Great Xia of 2,200 years ago. It was the Great Qin that swept across the world and unified the nine states!"

The broken flag fluttered slightly, as if it had just experienced countless battles, with marks of slashing with swords and fire, and even stains of blood!

The word "Qin" is extremely red!

That is the battle flag where blood gathers!

Four hundred thousand Zhao troops, four hundred thousand gods’ blood!

The Great Qin war flag suddenly began to flutter.

got windy.

The wind that existed thousands of years ago is rising at this moment.

Standing in front of the battle formation, Bai Qi's eyes were extremely scarlet, and his body was covered with wounds eaten by evil spirits.

Looks like a demon.

Covered in scarlet evil spirit, it is as dazzling as a shooting star!

The God of Death is coming!

The wind blew his face.

Bai Qi suddenly raised his head, held the blood sickle tightly, stood upright, and roared!

"Da Qin'erlang, where is he!"

"Wind!" Two hundred thousand armored men roared in unison!

The flag of Da Qin is flying.

"Some people say that if you are superior to me, Da Qin, what should you do!" Bai Qi raised his blood sickle and pointed it at the blond boy Berkeley!

"Wind!" Two hundred thousand shouts rose into the sky like sharp swords!

The wind is getting stronger.

The evil spirit is so strong!

"Wind!" Bai Qi waved his blood sickle and rushed towards him!

"wind!"

Behind him, 200,000 Qin troops rushed towards him with steps as heavy as drum beats!

There are arrows like rain.

There are war horses rushing to kill!

There are shield soldiers charging forward with shields, and sword soldiers running wildly with swords in hand!

This is an unstoppable team!

Two thousand two hundred years ago, this army helped the emperor sweep through the six kingdoms, swallow up the world, and complete the first unification of Daxia!

They are the real Da Qin Scythes!

Wherever you go, you are invincible!

And now, two thousand two hundred years later, this sickle shows its edge again!

Two hundred thousand soldiers were like one body. Under the leadership of Bai Qi, they were like a sickle, slashing at the son of Hades, the king of Hades!

Dark clouds gathered behind them, like the sky was falling, and even the sky seemed to be shorter.

The air seemed to be frozen, and there was great resistance to breathing.

The earth shook under these drum-like footsteps.

At this moment, it seemed like the whole world was trembling in front of this killing intent!

Da Qin Iron Armor!

This is the murderous intention of mankind and the war of mankind!

"wind!"

Seeing the Da Qin Iron Armor rushing towards him, Berkeley, the son of Pluto, turned pale.

At this moment, his mind went blank. All his nobility and pride were shattered in front of this iron armor!

This is the armor that even the gods fear!

This is the power of humanity!

Great Qin’s Iron Armor!

The iron armor that devours the world!

Those undead souls wanted to block it, so they tried to muster up the courage, let out a trembling roar, and rushed forward.

But he was crushed by that army in an instant!

This is the Iron Armor of Great Qin that surpasses the six countries and equals the entire world!

This is the style of Da Qin!

This army, like the unstoppable wind, rushed towards the young man!

Bai Qi's aura soared at this moment, his beard and hair rose, and the terrifying evil energy shot straight into the sky.

His blood flowed at this moment, as if he had returned to the battlefield 2,200 years ago, as if he had become the farmer again holding a sickle, harvesting the world!

"My king is watching!"

"Erlangs! Wind!"

Two hundred thousand armored men roared: "Wind!"

The bloody wind, accompanied by the rolling evil spirit, rushed in front of the son of Hades with an unstoppable attitude.

The son of Hades even forgot to escape.

He stared blankly at the humans in front of him, this army that fought despite death, these warriors with evil spirits like dragons.

His legs were shaking and his breathing was stagnant.

He seemed to see countless battlefields spilled with flesh and blood, countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless countries collapsed!

He seemed to see a sickle harvesting the kingdoms!

He seemed to see the bloody sickle coming towards him!

He seemed to see that after this sickle, the world would be unified and the world would be peaceful and prosperous!

When he came to his senses.

Bai Qi, who was filled with evil energy and had scarlet eyes, was already standing in front of him. His body was as tall as a mountain, and he raised his blood sickle like a farmer.

"Kneel down, or die!"

Bai Qi looks like a crazy demon, with evil energy wrapped around his body like a blood-red dragon.

The god of death is roaring.

The blood dragon is roaring.

Two hundred thousand armored men roared.

The bloody giant scythe was raised high, like the fangs of the evil blood dragon, about to bite off the neck of the so-called son of Hades!

this moment.

Looking at the scythe raised high, the God of Death, and the two hundred thousand unstoppable iron armor.

Berkeley, the son of Pluto, had a blank mind. He knelt down almost instinctively, tears streaming down his eyes uncontrollably, and he cried without any logic.

"I, I knelt down..."

"I'm convinced!"

"I was wrong, I'm convinced!"

"Please, don't kill me, I'm kneeling down..."

His voice was trembling, and he was even retching. This was a physiological reaction under extreme fear!

God descendants can also be afraid!

All pride was shattered under that blood sickle and that unstoppable iron armor of Great Qin!

this moment.

The God of Death holds his scythe high.

The god begged for mercy in fear.


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