books44 Chapter 658
Chapter 658
Chapter 658
Gun smoke surged like boiling blood plasma on the ruined streets of Xuanfeng City. Bai'e ran over a brick with half a human face embedded in it.
The dark red liquid seeping out of the cracks in the bricks wrapped around his ankles like a living thing.
At the top of the spire in the distance, the body of a Hanging Blade warrior with a pierced chest was swaying in the wind. The broken spine pierced through the armor, emitting a strange phosphorescent glow in the moonlight.
"Seven hundred steps southwest!" Tibao's warning came, "The fire resonance is getting stronger and stronger——"
Before he finished his words, three bone arrows wrapped in a black tide came flying through the air.
Bai'e turned around and swung his sword to block. In the green flames that exploded when the sword collided with the poison, he could see the attacker clearly.
"Hurry up!" Bai'e's boots rolled over the blood-soaked stone slabs again, but he stopped suddenly at the corner - a dozen Xuanfeng warriors were defending against the ruins with their backs. The gold paint on their armor had long been peeled off, and their exposed skin was covered with black meridians, as if there were living things wriggling in their blood vessels.
The warrior at the front suddenly turned his head, and the single eye on his face that was half corroded emitted a terrifying red light, "Ohma people?" His broken lips opened as if torn, revealing fangs embedded with obsidian, "Aglaiya...the damn tyrant!" The blood-foamed spit splashed onto Bai'er's breastplate, instantly corroding tiny holes.
Bai'e's pupils contracted slightly.
He noticed that the inside of the chain mail of these warriors were all etched with the same totem using bone nails - a double-headed eagle holding a thorny rose, which was the emblem of the old king of the Blade.
The dying warrior suddenly twitched, and a mist snake as thin as a hair emerged from the burst black blood vessels in his neck, but turned into ashes the moment it touched the runes on the Bai'e sword.
"Our...king" The warrior's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally his head fell like a ripe fruit, and a wisp of soul wrapped in black mist drilled into the crack in the ground.
"It's almost there..." Tibao reminded.
"When the fire returns to its place, the gate can only last for three breaths!"
When leaving, Bai'e discovered that these living dead all had rusty copper bottles hanging around their waists - that was the poison wine given to the suicide squad by the Xuanfeng royal family. They were supposed to drink it when they were defeated, but at this moment, the bottle was filled with dark mucus.
The ground suddenly bulged and cracked, and a giant python made of undead skeletons broke out of the ground.
Tibao hurried forward, and the golden door suddenly opened at the snake's mouth, transmitting the gnawing sharp teeth outside the city wall.
However, more mutant warriors crawled out from the rubble, emitting inhuman howls from their torn throats.
"Tibao, why did you open the door again? Didn't you agree to it?" Xing shouted anxiously.
"It's okay. This doesn't count as opening the door. The divine power consumed is insignificant. Believe me, Tibao won't lie!"
"Oh well."
As if in response to her, the entire Xuanfeng City suddenly shook violently.
Bai'e looked up at the center of the battlefield - Na Ke Xia was supporting himself on the ground with one hand, his robe had long been soaked with blood, but he still used his other hand to tightly hold the ankle of the Fire Thief.
The black-robed enemy's dagger was only half an inch away from his forehead, and the power of time flowing on the blade was eroding his vitality.
Xing looked at Mimi, "Please...Mimi!" There was a hint of pleading in her voice.
Mimi responded mischievously, "Mi~" and then quickly began to open the city-state of the past with both hands.
The former Xuanfeng City appears layer by layer like a mirage.
Time and space wrinkled in the scream, and the Fire Thief's dagger suddenly changed direction, drawing a strange arc like a Klein bottle in the void.
At that moment, Xia took the opportunity to leap up, and thrust his fingers, which were corroded to the bone by the black mist, into the beating fire in the enemy's chest, "I got you!"
Tibao seized the opportunity and shouted, "Baijiemen - open!"
"Tibao..."
"Hehe..please forgive Tibao this time~"
Golden doors sprang up everywhere on the battlefield, trapping the Fire Thief who was about to escape into the cracks in time and space between reality and illusion.
However, the black-robed figure suddenly turned into mist, and thousands of black snakes gushed out from the crack in the door.
"It's not the hyena's turn to run wild in this city."
A bloody throne descended from the sky, with thousands of enemies sitting on it.
The war totem of Nicardoli emerged on his naked upper body, and every stroke of it was devouring the surrounding black fog.
The Fire Thief let out an ear-piercing scream, only to find that his atomized body was being materialized by the chains extending from the throne—those chains were actually formed by the obsessions of countless Heroic Spirits.
"What a miserable state." Wan Di looked disdainfully at Bai'e's bleeding shoulder armor and tapped the armrests of the throne with his fingertips.
Every brick and stone on the city wall resonated with it, and a relief of a double-headed eagle holding a rose emerged. "Three hundred years ago, I broke through the main gate and entered. Three hundred years later..." He raised his hand and grasped the Fire Thief's neck in mid-air. "This city... still respects me as its master."
The throne of Ten Thousand Enemies burst in the blood mist, and he walked down the stairs in the void, shattering the black tide with every step.
"A pawn of the Black Tide - I, the Lord of the Armies of the High Front, come to be your rival."
At this moment, 36,000 daggers from different timelines stabbed at Wan Di, but turned into sand the moment they touched the totem on Wan Di's chest.
"Oh, what a small trick!"
Wan Di's left arm swelled three times its size, and lines like flowing lava appeared between his tangled muscles.
He grabbed two pieces of collapsing time and space and folded the entire battlefield into a Möbius strip like a wrestler.
The Fire Thief fell out of the torus crack.
"Vanity... self-destructive firewood." The Fire Thief's voice showed emotion for the first time. The black hole condensed at his fingertips was actually devouring his body. "It's nothing more than... the sinking of a dynasty."
Ten thousand enemies laughed wildly and swung their fists, and the furrows plowed by the wind from their fists gushed out the souls of the cavalrymen from three hundred years ago.
“Good skills! It’s enough to open the festival!” He tore off the equipment on his left shoulder and threw it into the sky. The burning equipment fragments turned into fire meteors. “Continue, let’s use our fight to feast the dead god!”
"I grant you the right to share the same deathbed with the other heroes of Xuanfeng——"
Twelve clones broke out from the Fire Thief's back, attacking with deadly moves from different timelines.
Bai'e's sword broke when he blocked the seventh thrust, but he used half of the broken blade to deflect the attack aimed at Wan'e's back.
At this time, Wan Di's fists shattered three more clones.
The Fire Thief's true form suddenly appeared above the remains of the throne, and the black tide wrapped around his fingertips condensed into an inverted Tower of Babel. "It's time to end."
"In the sky pierced by the tower spires, it seemed as if Senatos' scythe had hooked the souls of all his enemies."
Seeing this, all the enemies were not afraid at all and also flew into the air.
“Heroic souls of conflict, listen to my command—” The pupils of the thousands of enemies turned blood red, and their spines suddenly exploded—not because they were eroded by the black tide, but because the power of war that had been suppressed in the Titan fire for three hundred years broke out of their bones.
The fragments deeply embedded in the flesh and blood hummed and trembled, condensing in the void into a spiral spear that spanned time and space.
Every thread on the spear was oozing blood, and the blood drops that fell to the ground instantly transformed into a heroic spirit wearing remnant armor.
"I am the 'Spear of God's Punishment', the pain of this world is necessary!" Ten thousand enemies roared again, the voice was like a bell, "This spear is called 'God's Punishment'" he shouted, while quickly tearing off the necklace he had worn on his chest for a long time. The necklace carried his past glory and memories. At this moment, he forcefully embedded it into the groove at the end of the spear handle, "Because all rebels will be trapped in the War Corridor forever!"
The Fire Thief became a little flustered upon seeing this. He tried his best to tear apart time and space with his fingertips, trying to escape the fatal blow that was about to come.
Its fingertip was only a millimeter away from the door that symbolized hope. If it moved a little further, it would be able to escape.
However, at this moment, a strange light suddenly shone from its chest, revealing the oath of its coronation: "The crown can be broken, but the spear will remain forever cast."
This oath was like an invisible shackle, blocking the Fire Thief's retreat.
Immediately afterwards, dense swarms of ghosts gushed out from the tip of the spear.
Every time a soul emerged, a brick would float up from the ruins of Xuanfeng City and begin to reassemble.
As the souls of the dead continued to pour out, the bricks and stones were reassembled faster and faster, and a huge spear-throwing machine gradually took shape under the sky.
When the last Iron Cavalry hero mounted his skeletal warhorse and the spear mechanism was completely completed, his huge body blocked out the sky and the sun, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.
One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred bronze spears were neatly arranged on the spear-throwing mechanism and vibrated at the same time, making a low and majestic humming sound, as if gathering strength for the upcoming fatal blow.
Wan Di took a deep breath and raised his spear high above his head.
At this moment, the space and time condensed by the black tide began to collapse in the reverse direction.
The swallowed first generation Xuanfeng King's flag was looming in the collapsing time and space. The God-killing Contract buried deep in the underground palace also exuded a mysterious light at this moment. The broken sword held tightly by the dead in the battle yesterday was flashing coldly in the wind.
All the tarnished glory spun with the sharp edge of the spear and blossomed into flaming roses in the void.
These roses are beautiful yet dangerous, with flames burning on their petals, as if cheering for the final outcome of the battle.
"At this moment..." Wan Di's right arm muscles were tensed, tightly gripping the spear ready to pierce the Fire Thief. The patterns on the spear were glowing, burning the surrounding black tide into stardust.
"Use the fire you stole..." His eyes were blazing as he stared at the Fire Thief, "Witness the war ritual of the new god!" After saying that, he threw out his spear fiercely. The spear, with the momentum of destroying the world, cut through the sky and pierced the Fire Thief straight away.
Then, the 129,600 bronze spears also flew towards the Fire Thief.
The spear carried a tremendous force and pierced through the Fire Thief's chest with the force of thunder.
In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and the entire Xuanfeng City was shocked by this earth-shaking blow.
The Fire Thief let out a shrill scream, his voice full of pain and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all his endless resentment.
Its body was pinned in the air by a spear, and its black robe was ignited by the blazing flames. The black cloth curled up and turned into ashes in the firelight.
The corroded Titan mark burst into a blinding light the moment the spear pierced through it, as if it was struggling, or releasing its last bit of strength.
The black tide gushed out from its wound like a flood that broke through a dam, but when it touched the patterns on the spear and the power of the heroic spirit, it was instantly purified and turned into starlight that dissipated in the air.
Wan Di's figure seemed even taller and more majestic in the light of the fire and stars, his eyes fixed on the Fire Thief, as if announcing the final victory of the battle.
On the ruins of Xuanfeng City, the reconstructed bricks and stones trembled slightly due to the impact of this powerful force.
The heroic spirits shouted passionately, and their voices came together to sound like a war song.
The huge spear-throwing machine that was pieced together from the ruins of Xuanfeng City began to slowly dissipate after completing its mission. Bricks and stones fell like rain, hitting the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.
As the Fire Thief's life faded, the space and time around it began to distort violently.
The space-time rift that was originally torn by it began to heal in reverse at this moment, as if repairing the trauma caused by this battle.
The haze in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, onto the war-torn land of Xuanfeng City, bringing a glimmer of hope.
Ten thousand enemies slowly walked towards the Fire Thief, with each step a dull sound echoed in the air as he announced his victory to the world.
When he walked in front of the Fire Thief, he reached out and grasped the end of the spear, and pulled it hard, pulling the spear out of the Fire Thief's chest.
The Fire Thief's body lost support and slowly fell, hitting the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Wan Di stood there, spears dripping with blood, looking at everything in front of him.
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