Chapter 1419 The annual festival begins! The promo video of the god of death!
The more critical the moment, the more everyone misses Huang Yi.
There seems to be a kind of magic power in him. As long as he is around, there is no difficulty that cannot be solved. Even in the most critical moments, he can always calmly analyze and come up with solutions.
Resurrecting him has become an increasingly urgent desire for everyone.
In the next few days, there was an atmosphere of tension all over the world.
As expected, the King of Destruction dispatched a group of powerful men from the divine realm from the demon clan to help him destroy the resurrection point of the second world. Even if the Snow Queen guided the world's rules to save herself, she could not resist it.
The dean and the guardians of the Heroic Empire can only try their best to resist part of the attacks. No matter how hard they try, some of the attacks will always fall below the second world and destroy those resurrection points.
Resurrection points are being destroyed every moment. Attacks from the sky fall from time to time on various continents and islands, blasting out mushroom clouds that soar into the sky. There are fewer and fewer resurrection points left.
In the underworld, a group of experts led by Dao Feng stepped up the pace of exploring the God's Tomb. Their daily offline and rest time has been reduced to four hours, maximizing their time spent exploring the God's Tomb.
No one knows which side can win this race against time.
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In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
That night, Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, attracted the attention of the world, and the opening ceremony of the fourth annual ceremony will be held here!
There are still ten minutes left before the opening ceremony, and the entire venue is already packed and buzzing with people. Countless media reporters are making final introductions before the live broadcast.
"Friends in the audience! This year's opening ceremony of the annual grand ceremony can be said to be the most miserable one. Judging from the known information, there are only less than 10 super first-class masters attending. Most of the super first-class masters are racing against time in the underworld at the moment.
Exploring the God's Tomb all the time, there was no time to even attend the opening ceremony. Since the Lord of Destruction destroyed the resurrection points of the second world, the situation in the second world has been deteriorating day by day, and the number of resurrection points has been reduced day by day. According to the latest news provided by the Snow Queen
, as of two hours ago, the number of resurrection points in the second world has dropped below 500,000. If the destruction continues at this rate, then in a week, the number of surviving resurrection points in the second world will be very few!"
"However, with the reduction of resurrection points, the guardians of the Heroic Empire will be able to directly stick to a few resurrection points without having to distract themselves from other areas. In this way, they may be able to save a few resurrection points. But each resurrection point has its own limitations.
If the number of resurrections is limited, the resurrection point will be scrapped after reaching the corresponding number of resurrections. If there are only a few resurrection points left in the end, it means that only a small number of people can be revived, and the rest will continue to stay.
In the underworld..."
"It is reported that a group of top-notch masters led by Dao Feng have reached a consensus that once they win the top prize, they will make a request to Huang Sha to resurrect Huang Yi. Once Huang Yi is resurrected, the situation may be reversed. So.
, the outcome of this annual ceremony will concern each of us. Whether we can be resurrected to the second world in the underworld depends on whether the God of Death can be resurrected..."
At this moment, their reporting signals are broadcast live to every corner of the world via satellite, and are watched by billions of viewers.
One of the signals was transmitted to a villa in Chenzhou City, China, and the scene half a world away was displayed on a huge TV screen and reflected in the eyes of Li Jian and his sister.
"Brother, can the Killer God win the Best Individual Award again?" The little girl looked up at the sword next to her, her big eyes full of expectation.
"Dead people will not receive any top awards. This is an unspoken rule." Li Jian helplessly touched the little girl's head.
"Then can you win the prize?" the little girl asked again.
"Of course not!" Li Jian shook his head directly, "With that person's existence, neither I nor the God of Death before his death can win the best individual award."
"Why?" the little girl opened her eyes wide, "Brother, the God of Killer, even killed the Queen of Pain, why can't he still get the best individual award?"
"The Queen of Pain is indeed very strong, but there is someone even more powerful than the Queen of Pain!" Lijian said, with a slightly solemn tone, "And that person's feat already involved the ancestral spirit of creation! It's just that it didn't happen in
It’s just the second world. I’m the only player who probably knows about it. In short, the best individual award has been locked up by that person! The only real suspense is that there are only four top awards... No, maybe three..."
"Ah! It's started! It's started! A promotional video is about to be released! I'm sure to see Brother Killer." The little girl suddenly straightened her face and stared at the TV expectantly.
Sure enough, the countdown has started on the TV screen, shocking the nerves of people all over the world!
Countless people in all countries around the world are watching the live broadcast in various languages to witness this great moment together!
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
Finally, the countdown has reached the last second!
The opening promotional video for this annual ceremony suddenly appeared on the screen, and shocking background music also sounded simultaneously——
At the beginning of the picture, a group of majestic bodies appeared, each exuding a powerful aura and with different postures. They were clearly the guardians of the heroic empire.
They are famous epic figures in history, who have either made great achievements or committed heinous crimes. Each of them is the protagonist of his own era and has rewritten history.
However, they, this group of unruly big men, were respectful at this moment, with stars surrounding a throne that exuded brilliance.
On that throne, sat a thin man, who was clearly the God of Death!
Compared with the powerful heroes around him, he looks extremely weak, but the greater the contrast, the more noble his status becomes. He can even tame such a group of madmen, so he must have mastered some kind of more powerful power.
At this time, he was leaning on the back of the throne, sitting in a relaxed posture, playing with the Queen of Pain's head in his hand.
The head was disheveled, and the smoky eyes were full of pain.
The God of Death played with the head and said slowly: "The true king is not about killing, but about protecting!"
As the words fell, the camera kept moving forward, making the Queen of Pain's head bigger and bigger. Eventually, the entire frame was occupied by the Queen of Pain's eyes.
The Queen of Pain's eyes turned into a huge pool, in which grew some dark red flesh tissue, densely covered with numerous large and small sarcomas.
The pool was filled with boiling black demonic blood, and black bubbles rolled out, making a "puff" sound, and endless black demonic energy evaporated.
The familiar back of the spirit demon stood in the center of the demon pool, surrounded by countless steaming demonic energies, emitting a strange and evil aura.
There was a shadow of a demon god floating behind him, struggling hard, but in the end it was forcibly sucked into his body and turned into his power.
At this time, the spirit demon slowly turned around, looked at the camera, and said evilly: "Only when the soul is awakened can one become a real person."
The surrounding demonic energy became more and more intense, eventually engulfing his figure.
When the demonic energy dissipated again, an old wooden house appeared.
Daofeng was sitting by the window of the wooden house, and the golden sunset outside the window shone on him, like a dying hero.
On the table in front, there was a sword, which was covered with dust and dull. It was obvious that it had not been picked up for a long time.
Countless curses came from outside the window——
"Only a coward would choose to retire!"
"coward!"
"You can't even hold the top spot on the level list, you're a traitor!"
"Isn't it just that you have a terminal illness? You can't hold on anymore?"
Countless curses surrounded him, but he turned a deaf ear and looked calm.
Finally, he stood up slowly, picked up the sword on the table, and strode towards the door of the cabin, leaving only a firm voice——
"The so-called persistence does not mean never stopping, but that no matter how many times you stop, you will start again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door.
Outside the door, there is a black and white land, the sky is covered with gray clouds, and there are countless swords, spears and halberds stuck on the ground, like an ancient battlefield, full of a murderous atmosphere.
A man came from afar, with an arrogant attitude and unparalleled elegance, and he was obviously a sharp sword.
He came to a shining sword, reached out and pulled it out from the ground, opened his mouth and blew away the dust on it.
"Crack~" The sword was blown directly and turned into two pieces.
"The sharpest weapon is not a sword, but human language."
After saying that, Li Jian shook his head, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and walked away.
The camera kept following the broken sword thrown into the sky, rising higher and higher into a heavenly cloud.
But the clouds have all been frozen by frost, and there is no more light and graceful atmosphere, and it is full of dead silence.
The broken sword gradually became covered with frost, and was finally held by a slender hand.
The owner of that hand gradually appeared, and it was the Snow Queen.
There was ice and frost floating around her, and the cold wind blew her long skirt, like a fairy in the sky.
"If you lose hope, heaven will be covered with frost!"
After speaking, she waved her hand, and the clouds dispersed, revealing the vast ocean below.
There were rough waves and violent storms in the ocean, and a divine ship was riding the wind and waves, crushing all the waves into pieces.
On the bow of the ship stood the burly figure of the God of Thunder, looking firmly ahead without any fear.
He held a stick in his hand, motionless as he walked on flat ground in the bumpy ocean.
A huge wave hit the God of Thunder, and he calmly knocked down the stick in his hand!
The next moment, the stick burst out with dazzling light and turned into the artifact Poseidon's Pillar, and the huge waves calmed down instantly.
"As long as you have the courage, everything is a magical weapon."