"Even if you were very powerful when you were alive, you are just the remnants of your souls relying on weapons now. The six of you working together cannot be my opponent." Amon shook his head.
"We may not be able to do it on our own."
Huo Qubing held the broken spear in his hand and said calmly, "But... behind us now is the national destiny accumulated by the entire Great Xia for thousands of years!"
After his words fell, the golden dragon of luck hovering in the air opened its mouth and roared silently.
The wind has not moved, the leaves have not moved, the sand and gravel have not moved.
But the misty national destiny shrouded in the sky was like a boiling ocean, rolling violently. The black curse that had already eaten away at several dragon veins was like embers attached to the ground, and was swept up by this roar.
The shock dispersed in the air.
With just a roar, the curse on the fate of the country that Amon had worked so hard to prepare completely disappeared without a trace.
The face of the black-qi Amon standing among the mountains suddenly changed!
He never expected that this vast ocean-like torrent of luck would actually have its own consciousness, and the power of luck seemed to be endless, stretching and long.
Compared with the destiny of the great Xia Dynasty, his power as a god is like a firefly and a bright moon, an earthworm and a big tree... humble and ridiculous.
Amon felt the oncoming pressure. Most of his originally cold and huge black body was instantly shaken away. He disappeared from the mountains and returned to his original size. His face was extremely gloomy.
Such a strong national fortune... is simply beyond what he can handle!
After only a moment of hesitation, he raised the black scepter in his hand, and the remaining curse power flowed back to his body, turning into a black light covering the top of the scepter.
Then, he waved his scepter, and a black portal of luck appeared in the void in front of him.
He glanced at the golden Dragon of Luck above his head, and there was a look of unwillingness in his eyes, but he still took a step forward, and the illusory figure turned into a ball of black energy, completely pouring into the portal of luck.
Now Amon has completely turned himself into the national destiny curse, which is another form of luck, so he can instantly leave Daxia through the linkage between himself and Egypt's national destiny.
Luck itself is an existence that transcends time and space.
Although he sacrificed Seth, he still failed to take away Fengdu, and he also failed to curse the national destiny of Great Xia. But the current situation is that even if he stays here, he will only die. The national destiny of Great Xia is not something he can shake at all, so his only choice
The only choice... is to run away.
Witnessing Amon's departure, the six members of the [Heroic Spirit] team seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
"He indeed escaped back to Egypt." Tang Yusheng, the third commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, said with narrowed eyes while holding Fang Tian's painted halberd.
"Let him escape." Nie Jingshan, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, said calmly. He stared at the black destiny portal still suspended in the air, his eyes radiating a dangerous light, "If he doesn't go back...how can anyone take us to Egypt?"
Woolen cloth?"
After Amon left, the black portal of luck quickly shrank and was about to be annihilated in the air.
At this moment, Gong Yangwan, who was dressed in palace attire, suddenly took action, and a wisp of vermilion light emerged from her palm, firmly holding on to the door that was about to close, and controlling it at the height of one person.
Huo Qubing stretched out his palm and gently shook the golden dragon of luck in the sky.
"Fengtian, Chengyun."
Ho ho ho——!!
In the sky, the golden dragon of national destiny opened its mouth and roared silently. Although this sound was inaudible to all living beings, the six of them were bodies of destiny and could hear the roar clearly...
The roar from the national destiny of Great Xia!
The golden dragon of national luck turned into a dazzling golden light and poured into the six broken magic weapons stuck on the ground. The pale golden light flowed on the surface of the magic weapon. The six figures standing behind the magic weapon became more and more condensed.
Reality.
Huo Qubing held a spear in his hand, and his armor was glowing with blood. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the surging murderous intent rose into the sky.
"The gods of Egypt have offended our country, since they want to use means to ruin our national destiny...
Then naturally we can't let it go.
Dear gentlemen,
Please accompany me,
Come to the door and cut off your luck!"
He took the lead to take a step forward, transformed into a golden light, and instantly crashed into the black portal of luck, disappearing in place.
"That guy is really impatient..." Wang Qing, the fourth commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, smiled helplessly.
"He has always been like this." Gong Yangwan, a court lady, replied.
"Let's go." Li Kengqiang, who was wearing a floral shirt, shrugged, "Big Brother is going to Egypt to cause trouble. We, the younger ones, have to support him, right?"
Nie Jingshan, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, patted the corners of his clothes, adjusted his cuffs and collar, and walked toward the black door expressionlessly while holding a long black stick.
"Those who offend our Daxia will be punished no matter how far away they are!" His cold voice came faintly.
Several other members, holding their own magic weapons, also took steps and followed closely into the black destiny portal.
…
Egypt.
Sun City.
A black destiny portal opened between the suspended giant city of the sun, and a hazy black air emerged from it, transforming into a human form.
The power of the curse around him slowly receded, revealing his original figure. He looked at the divine pillar that stood in the center of Sun City, with helplessness in his eyes.
He moved directly back to Sun City through the Gate of Destiny. He should be the first one to come back among all the people, but their mission was not completed, and they also caught up with Seth, the God of Yellow Sand. It can be said that he was the first to return.
Complete failure...
All we can do is bear the wrath of the Sun God.
Amon had just taken a few steps when he was suddenly startled. He turned back to look at the black destiny portal in confusion, with a look of confusion in his eyes...
Why isn't this door closed?
I saw this black portal of luck, floating quietly in the center of the square outside the Nine Pillar Temple, with a faint light flowing inside, as if something was about to come out of it.
Amon seemed to have thought of some possibility, and his whole body froze in place.
impossible……
They are just a few human beings who turned into luck...
How could they,
How dare?
Various thoughts flew through Amon's mind. At this moment, a young general wearing mottled armor, holding a broken spear in his hand, slowly walked out of the black portal.
Buzz——!!!
A thunderous explosion suddenly echoed in the air, and the entire destiny of Egypt was suddenly shaken!
It was as if a piece of granite weighing several tons was dropped in a quiet pond. The ripples of luck like a wave rippled rapidly over Egypt. The gods living in the Sun City raised their heads and looked at this place at the same time.
!
clang--!
Huo Qubing pierced the broken spear in his hand into the ground, and the surging golden luck rolled around his body. It was vaguely like a golden dragon roaring at the sky!
"The last general, Huo Qubing, inherited the fate of the country and came to inquire about the crime."