Chapter 116 The Army of the Old Ones

"The complete heart and spirit of the White King, except that the dragon body is not perfect, is basically equivalent to the White Emperor reappearing in the world, right?"

"How is it? After witnessing the power that can truly be called the 'Emperor' of the Dragon Clan, do you feel inferior?"

Lu Mingze smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his words.

He and the "Emperor" stood quietly in the Night Food Plain where endless thunder struck down like apocalypse, looking at the scythe in the distance that seemed to be able to tear the world apart.

The "Emperor" did not speak. Although his body trembled slightly under the terrifying power of the word spirit, the look on his face was filled with fanaticism and greed.

The golden light shines like a golden sun rising, and a golden giant blade as huge as the Death Scythe shines in the world. The collision of the two is enough to destroy everything in the world!

As if the glass mirror reflecting the sky and the earth was broken, a huge shattering sound sounded, the pale yellow giant scythe was chopped into pieces by the giant sword, and the turbulent air waves and energy flames swept across the entire Nibelungen.

Yan Ling. The Death Scythe was destroyed!

The authority of the King of Earth and Mountain can lock the "eye" of everything. As long as the eye is defeated, no matter how hard or flexible the thing itself is, it will be defeated.

The White King simulated and copied this part of the power very well - but it still didn't work!

The halo like a golden sun behind Lu Mingfei's head showed a clear golden edge, giving him new strength——

The power of the Holy Word from the Great Emperor!

This was a direct manifestation of the Emperor's will. It erupted in Lu Mingfei's sincere heart of loyally fighting for the Emperor and humanity. Unparalleled spiritual power gathered and condensed, turning into a sharp sword for judging aliens.

"This is the Emperor's judgment!"

The sound of his roar was like thunder, and the wings behind him spurted out dazzling streams of light. His speed broke through the sound barrier, and he controlled the unrivaled giant sword to kill the White King.

Yanling. Return to dust and simulate release!

invalid!

The energy condensed to form that terrifying giant sword ignored the forced decomposition effect of Yan Ling and Gui Chen. It was an inorganic substance that did not belong to this world. The power of the dragon clan to command the world could not allow it to collapse on its own!

The remaining six ferocious golden eyes of King Bai once again showed an expression between horror and fear. It was impossible to dodge with his huge body. The sword of judgment was coming, and he As the supreme White Emperor, He could only take it hard!

Yanling. Fudo Mingou, simulated release!

The fourth head of the White King chanted loudly, and the word spirit named Fudo Myooh was released.

The form of the monarch flame that had previously turned itself into a furnace as hot as a furnace dissipated, and the still high-heat scales were stained with a dark luster. The huge dragon body became as if it were made of black gold in the blink of an eye. There is a bright luster underneath.

The two divine swords named "Tian Congyun" from myths and legends he was carrying were swung in front of him under the drag of their giant tails, and went straight towards the falling golden giant sword.

At the same time, several other heads of the White King were also chanting other powerful spirit spirits, vowing to crush and destroy this disrespectful person.

But then, Yan Ling's chant was interrupted, and was replaced by a roar of pain and anger that could shatter a person's eardrums!

Those two slender and sharp bones failed to stop the judgment of the emperor's will. Tian Congyun was cut off. The tough dragon body strengthened by Fudo Ming King seemed to be as weak as tissue paper. The huge psychic sword carried the emperor. The emperor's anger blasted straight through King Bai's forequarters.

One of the heads was split in two under the surging spiritual power, and was reduced to a ball of blood mist.

What followed was blood spurting out from the ferocious wound, as hot as lava. The awakened god suffered the most serious trauma in history!

The giant psychic sword dissipated and turned into a monstrous golden holy flame to burn his body——

This time, King Bai really lit up!

"Used and humble slave! How dare you blaspheme and harm the noble White Holy Emperor! Unforgivable!"

Burned by the sacred golden flame, the White King looked up to the sky and roared.

The one who responded to him was Lu Mingfei, who was hit like a golden meteor. The Jingyue sword in his hand first scratched the left eye of the first head on the right side of the alien, and then pierced the right eye, and the bright red blood covered the alien. Those shining golden eyes.

Lu Mingfei was bathing in the blood of the White King - this is the blood of the most noble king in the history of the dragon clan. In the stories of mixed breeds, it has the effect of evolving mixed breeds, just like bathing in "The Song of the Nibelungs" The hero Siegfried is reborn with dragon blood and becomes invulnerable.

Even a drop of it is enough to drive those mixed-race nobles crazy.

But to Lu Mingfei, it was just dirty alien blood.

Bai Wang's injured head swung wildly, trying to shake the hateful insect away from his body, but Lu Mingfei remained firm and motionless. The holy wings behind him turned around and aimed at his eyes, which spewed energy. The ferocious dragon head.

"boom!"

The surging golden holy flame instantly penetrated the alien's wailing head, and the blooming flame tail burned his flesh and blood. The White King's body once again lost a head for him to use.

Lu Mingfei felt exhausted for no reason, and his body suddenly fell back weakly, falling from the blown dragon head.

After a moment, he regained his strength, and the energy spurted from his wings drove his body to fly again, landing steadily on the ground.

"what happened……"

Lu Mingfei panted heavily, stood with his sword in hand, and whispered to himself.

He was a little confused about the situation just now.

If Chu Zihang or others were here, they would be horrified to find that the sockets of Lu Mingfei's eyes with blazing golden light are sinking deeply, and his lips have become scorched black, as if they are being roasted by the blazing golden flame in his body.

The moment the halo behind his head stayed before it took shape, the power that built this saint's halo weakened.

The Emperor's will is not only powerful and boundless, but it is also as heavy as a mountain.

His soul accepted the Emperor's gaze, but the power that this body could bear seemed to have reached its limit.

Unless this body is burned and reshaped by the Emperor into the body of a complete saint——

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei could feel that the great will did not do this.

"I will dedicate everything to you, the great emperor of mankind. I will fulfill your will and eliminate all aliens and heretics that harm mankind on this planet..."

"I am absolutely loyal to you, and I am absolutely pious to mankind..."

Lu Mingfei immediately knelt down on one knee to pray. He was not afraid that he would lose the emperor's blessing and power - even without the emperor's gift, he would rush towards the alien without hesitation until he died in battle. This was because of his grief. The instinct of the Weeper Astartes.

He was afraid that his impure body mixed with alien blood would cause the Emperor to doubt his loyalty——

Of course, this was Lu Mingfei's wishful thinking, and no one could figure out what the great will was thinking.

After a solemn and concise prayer, Lu Mingfei's golden eyes gushing with anger swept towards the huge alien in the distance.

In this case, then offer the alien head and blood to the great emperor on the golden throne to prove your loyalty!

While he was praying, the White King moved his huge and severely injured body away from him. The White King who had ruled the world for eternity actually flinched!

With his four remaining heads, He chanted the unique complex dragon text in unison, and the forbidden language spirit that had been silent for tens of millions of years returned to the world again.

Yanling. Return to the source.

The time hand recording King Haku's existence was briefly moved back. Time seemed to flow backwards. King Haku's severely injured Yamata no Orochi body was returning to its previous uninjured state!

The two heads that were severed together with their necks turned into white mist and disappeared in place, replaced by four intact dragon heads that reappeared on King Bai's body.

The two Tiancongyun bones at the tail that were chopped into pieces by the Holy Word Spiritual Giant Sword were also restored to their original state.

The eight heads of the White King roared in unison.

"You've actually recovered... Then let's cut it again!"

Lu Mingfei looked at him coldly and grasped Jingyue's big sword in his hand. He didn't have too many strange emotions because of King Bai's recovery.

The living beings inside the blade drink the blood of the Dragon King while bathing in the holy light, happily responding to the master's desire to kill.

"I will lead the army of the past to rule the entire world!"

"During this period, you, this arrogant and treacherous slave, will be hung on a long banner. I want to see you shed the last drop of blood. Your skull will become the stone of my throne and I will suppress you forever!"

The White King roared angrily and chanted the ultimate taboo spirit that only belonged to the authority he controlled.

Ancient authority. Mirage.

Only the Yanling with the exclusive authority of the Dragon King can be named "Ancient Authority".

The melodious chanting of ancient horns sounded like the sounds of ancient battlefields, as if calling the ancient armies to return to the present world from the land of hell.

The unknown realm of words and spirits quickly unfolded the moment the syllables were sung, the world returned to darkness, and pale and rich clouds enveloped the Nibelung of the Night Food Plain.

The only unyielding light was where Lu Mingfei was. He broke through the blockade of clouds and mist, and his wings sprayed sparkling energy streams hovering in the air.

After a while, the white mist dissipated, and what came into Lu Mingfei's eyes was a pale army whose edges could not be seen at a glance!

Word spirit and phantom mirage, one of the forbidden word spirits that belongs exclusively to the White King, is also the strongest word spirit that he can release under the limitations of his current dragon body.

Under the supreme spiritual authority of the White King, anything that exists in reality will be embodied in this realm and reappear as an illusion, and have the same combat effectiveness and power as in reality.

He awakened the dragon army that had followed him to rebel against the Black Emperor's Throne!

There are only a few records about the great rebellion war. People only know that the White King encouraged one-third of the pure-blood dragon clan to launch a rebellion, and no one knows the size of this "one-third" army. .

And now, Lu Mingfei witnessed this seemingly endless pale army with his own eyes.

Led by the White King, they spread toward the rear. There were dragons displaying powerful and ferocious dragon bodies, as well as generals in human form wearing crowns and armor sitting aloft on bronze alchemy chariots. Countless mixed-blood human slaves and mixed-blood war beasts were fully armed. Wearing ferocious bronze masks, holding alchemical war weapons, they lined up neatly behind the noble dragons;

There is also an army in the dark sky, dragons flying with huge wings, unknown humanoid aliens with membrane wings on their backs, and metal dragon ships floating in the air using alchemy...

The White King no longer cares about the price that releasing this kind of spirit will bring to him. He will lead his army of the past and insert long white flags into every corner of the world to conquer the world again!

Before that——

Bai Wang's eight pairs of bright and blazing golden eyes glanced at the death angel emitting golden light in the sky:

First, kill this rebellious slave and dye a white flag with eye-catching scarlet.