Amon felt the six auras that suddenly emerged from his luck, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
You know, this is not a material world, this is a world of nothingness composed of luck. In the long river of luck, except for luck itself, there is no way for anything else to exist. Even Amon can only incarnate.
Only with luck can we continue to encroach on Daxia's national destiny.
But now, he saw with his own eyes that six human figures were walking slowly from the long river of destiny.
The weirdest thing is that their clothes are completely different.
One man was wearing a straight Mao suit, with his hair slicked back, as if he came from the Republic of China period, and his temperament was as calm as a mountain;
One is a court lady from the Ming Dynasty, wearing a dark blue coat and skirt, a hairpin on her head, gentle and virtuous;
A young man wearing bell-bottom pants, a floral shirt, and toad sunglasses from the 1980s, who looked like a trendy young man who had just come out of a dance hall;
There are two other figures, wearing modern sweatshirts and shirts, but if you look carefully, you can still find the age difference. The girl's sweatshirt is made of sherpa, and she wears white shoes, which look both different.
It is a product of the past two years; the boy is wearing a white shirt, black leggings, and a bulky headset hanging around his neck. This headset has been completely discontinued fifteen years ago;
Finally, there is the figure in the center. He is wearing a broken ancient armor, which is still stained with large dark red bloodstains. He is holding a long spear in his palm, which is also bloody and ferocious, like a man who has just walked from the battlefield.
The great general.
But his appearance was unusually young, no more than twenty-four or five years old. His eyes were as sharp as swords and murderous.
These six people who belong to completely different eras stand together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact. There is a strange harmony in the distortion...
They stepped on the endless river of luck and walked slowly towards the black giant Amon.
Amon's eyes were fixed on these six people, his eyes full of confusion.
They... seem to be just like me, beings without bodies and transformed into destiny.
But, who are they? Why are they hidden in Daxia’s national destiny?
"Are you, as Ye Fan said, the person who disturbs the fate of our country?"
Among the six people, the young general at the head spoke slowly, his cold eyes staring into Amon's eyes. Even though the aura exuding from the other person was powerful and terrifying, there was still no trace of fear on his face.
"How is it possible? How can human beings exist in destiny?" Amon frowned and said.
"Isn't it weird?" The trendy young man wearing a floral shirt and bell-bottom pants pushed up his sunglasses and smiled slightly, "Because we are part of Daxia's luck."
Part of luck?
Amon frowned even more tightly. Even if he understood this sentence, he still couldn't understand it...
How can human beings become part of destiny?
His eyes swept over everyone's bodies, as if he wanted to understand something, and he said in surprise: "Are you the souls of dead humans?"
"To be precise, we are heroic spirits." The middle-aged man in Mao suit said in a low voice, "There were heroic spirits that existed in the history of Great Xia. Due to various factors, they finally fell asleep in the torrent of national destiny... heroic spirits that are the ceiling of mankind."
Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.
The human ceiling should only be existences at the same level as the human holding the sword. There are actually six more here?
"No, the human soul simply cannot bear the impact of such a powerful national destiny. Even if you are stronger than others, you cannot persist for such a long time, let alone sleep in it." Amon shook his head.
"Relying on the soul alone is really not enough..." the young general at the head spoke slowly.
He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the source of the torrent of national destiny. A shadow flew out of nothingness, made a harsh explosion, and finally stuck on the ground in front of him!
It was a broken spear with only half of it left, but it was stained with blood and filled with murderous intent.
"However, if you collapse your realm, refine your bones and blood into the weapon, and integrate it into the weapon, you can create a divine soul vessel, collect the spirit inside, and place it in the torrent of national destiny to nourish it. If you merge yourself with the destiny, you can turn into a heroic spirit.
Protect the destiny of our country, Daxia, forever."
His voice was calm but sonorous and powerful, and his sharp eyes were as bright as stars.
At the same time, the other five people also reached out and struck towards the end of the Luck River, and five completely different broken weapons flew in front of them, making a buzzing sound.
Halberd, spear, stick, fan, whip.
During their lifetime, these weapons were their comrades who accompanied them in bloody battles and rose to prominence; after their death, these weapons were the divine weapons of destiny that carried their flesh and soul and guarded the destiny of Daxia.
Amon's brows furrowed, "Self-destroying the realm, refining bones and blood into the vessel? Are all the human beings in your Daxia so crazy?"
"You are wrong." The woman in Ming Dynasty palace attire said calmly, "In addition to being human beings, we all have another identity..."
At the edge of the six people, the woman wearing a lambswool sweater looked at Amon and said calmly:
"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, Human Ceiling, Wang Qing."
Beside her, a handsome boy wearing a white shirt and bulky headphones hanging around his neck held the broken Fang Tian Huaji and spoke slowly:
"The third commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the ceiling of mankind, Tang Yusheng."
Immediately afterwards, the trendy man in a floral shirt and bell-bottom pants smiled softly, "The second commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the ceiling of humanity, Li Kengqiang."
"The first commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the predecessor of the Night Watch, and the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the human ceiling, Nie Jinshan." A middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit said in a low voice.
The woman wearing Ming Dynasty palace clothes said calmly: "The predecessor of the 139th Special Biological Response Team, the second generation chief of the Evil Suppression Department, Human Ceiling, Gong Yangwan."
In the center of the six people, the young general holding a broken spear said slowly:
"The first chief of the Xia Zhenxie Division, the first ceiling, general of the Han Dynasty, Marquis Jing Huan... Huo Qubing."
After the six people finished speaking, an unprecedented aura erupted around them. The endless torrent of national luck suddenly rolled up. Behind them, a golden dragon condensed by luck slowly climbed out of the torrent.
rise.
This giant dragon is invisible and has no substance, like misty clouds, flying among the mountains. Its body stretches for thousands of miles with no end in sight. The scales on its body are always flowing with light golden luck. Just a trace of it can suppress all the monsters in the world.
evil.
This heavy and magnificent national destiny, which has been accumulated for thousands of years, finally emerges between heaven and earth, revealing a terrifying corner.
At its feet, behind six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.
They are the guardians of the national destiny.
They are the first special team with the longest history.