Chapter 786 Killing the Ghost King
Everyone walked into a weapon shop that looked good in size. There were a wide variety of weapons in the weapon shop, such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, battleaxes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, hammers, shovels, sticks, and lances. Eighteen kinds of weapons, sticks, crutches, and meteor hammers. Everything is available, and there are even a lot of weird weapons that even Wang Chu doesn't know.
In the weapon shop, you can also see the scene of making weapons.
Behind the weapon shop is the dark red magma river. The weapon shop dug a ditch, introduced the dark red magma, and then poured it into a long mold to cool. After cooling, it began to hammer continuously. The process is very complicated. , and the efficiency is not high.
I learned from several craftsmen that a long sword that weighs only a few kilograms needs hundreds of kilograms of magma to be forged through thousands of times of tempering.
There are many workers in the weapon shop, most of whom are ugly, strong and honest humans. Of course, Wang Chu didn't think these craftsmen were good people. According to the laws of geographical space, only evil human souls can reach it. Simply put, the human beings who can reach here and survive are not vegetarians.
After receiving the signal from the eight generals, the White Turbans all began to choose their own weapons.
In order to look like a team as much as possible, the White Turbans chose exactly the same standard weapons. The members of the White Turban Army are all born in the army, and they are well aware of the benefits of uniform weapons and clothing.
Although the standard weapons are not as good as some accustomed weapons, they will produce a strong spiritual cohesion and team spirit, and they will also appear uniform when they act, forming a visual impact on the opponent. Overwhelm each other.
Ten sets of armor.
Ten long guns.
Ten pairs of combat shoes.
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When the ten white scarf soldiers put on the exact same armor, they immediately formed a suffocating majesty. The icy metallic luster exuded a palpitating coldness, making all the craftsmen in the weapon spectrum silent. .
When Wang Zhu led a group of white scarf soldiers out of the weapon shop, the surrounding humans all looked sideways.
"Peng!"
Just as everyone walked out of the weapon shop, suddenly, a huge demon landed from the sky. For example, the eight generals who were like iron towers were two heads taller. Looking up, it was extremely depressing.
The demon has horns like yaks on his head,
A pair of eyes that looked like they were made of blood, wearing heavy armor, the iron plates on the heavy armor filled with a sense of power were covered like palms, the demon jumped straight down, and the armor plates made a thrilling metal impact sound.
Under the devil's feet was a cracked bluestone slab, and the cracked stone cracks extended tens of meters away, sending chills down the spine.
"Ghost King!"
There were bursts of terrified shouts around, and people fled in all directions, watching from a distance.
Ghost King!
Wang Zhu and the Eighth General glanced at each other, they didn't expect that the ghost king would find them.
The ghost king straightened his chest, and the armor on his body was hit again with shocking impact. Then, with his hands spread out, he strode towards the eighth general. Every step he took, the ground trembled, the ground trembled, as if it was about to collapse at any time , it is frightening.
From the Ghost King to the Eighth General, it was obvious that he wanted to trouble the Eighth General.
Suddenly, Wang Zhu understood why the Eighth General did not easily enter the ghost town.
Obviously, once you reach the level of Eighth General, as long as you enter the ghost town, you will attract the attention of the ghost king.
Of course, there is another possibility that after reaching the level of the ghost king, his hunting target is likely to become a demon at the level of the eight generals.
If this is the case, then it means that the ghost king is not the highest level of existence.
What kind of powerful existence is above the ghost king?
"kill!"
The ghost king roared loudly, accelerated suddenly, and grabbed the eighth general with one hand. There were sharp nails on Ji Zhang's five fingers, like steel forks.
"kill!"
Not to be outdone, the Eighth General also let out a roar, and the sledgehammer in his right hand smashed towards the ghost king in the air, overwhelming mountains and seas with astonishing momentum.
Facing the huge hammer under the volley hammer, the ghost king didn't even look at it, and still rushed towards the eighth general with a stride, and his five fingers grabbed the eighth general's chest.
"Peng!"
The sledgehammer in the Eighth General's hand hit the horn on Ghost King's head heavily, sparks shot out, but there was only a muffled sound, but the horn did not move at all.
At the same time, the ghost king's Ji Zhang's five fingers had already grasped the breastplate of the Eighth General.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
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Seeing that the eighth general was caught by the ghost king, the surrounding white scarf soldiers roared and stabbed the ghost king with their spears.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
A shocking scene appeared, those sharp spears could not shake the thick armor of the ghost king at all, and there was a dense metal impact sound, and then, the ghost king shook lightly, and the ten white scarves flung themselves around. He went out and fell heavily on the ground. Obviously, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. In front of the Ghost King, the White Turban Army was completely vulnerable.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
After the ghost king grabbed the Eighth General's breastplate, he let the Eighth General hit him hard with his double hammers, raised his head to the sky and let out a piercing laugh, then, with the other hand, he landed on the Eighth General's right arm, wanting to Tear the eight generals apart...
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"LOL!"
Suddenly, the strange laughter of the ghost king Jie Jie stopped abruptly, and the movement of grabbing the Eighth General with both hands also froze.
Time seems to be very long, sometimes it seems very short.
Slowly, slowly, the ghost king lowered his head, and he saw that a sharp long knife tip protruded from his chest, and black blood was still flowing on the tip of the knife.
Slowly, slowly, the ghost king looked back with difficulty, and he saw a face full of apology.
"Feel sorry."
Wang Zhu shrugged, smiled and drew out the black long knife bit by bit, his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of cutting the ghost king.
The brazen Wang Chu is best at sneak attacks and adding insult to injury. Just now, the ghost king completely ignored the attacks around him. If he didn't make a move, it would be really unreasonable.
The ghost king's hard armor couldn't block Wang Zhu's black long knife, and directly gave the ghost king a heart-breaking chill.
"You, who are you?" The Ghost King let go of the Eighth General, turned around slowly, and covered his chest where the blood was gushing out with both hands, but he couldn't cover his back, which was black. Blood shot out like an arrow.
"Wang Zhu." Wang Zhu laughed.
"King, stupid." The ghost king opened his mouth, and his face showed a trace of bewilderment. Obviously, he didn't know the name.
"You're going to die, it doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not. Eighth General, eat him!" The jet-black long knife in Wang Zhu's hand made a beautiful twist, and then stabbed fiercely into the Ghost King's chest.
"You..." The ghost king never expected that Wang Zhu would stab him again without any warning. He opened his huge arms and grabbed Wang Zhu. However, the movements seemed very slow and clumsy, just like a slow-motion movie.
"You're going to die."
The long knife in Wang Zhu's hand was twisted inside the ghost king's body. The ghost king let out a scream of "ah", and his huge body knelt down heavily on the ground. Full of unwillingness.
"Dinner is ready!" Wang Zhu stepped back with a knife in his hand.
"Brothers, eat him!"
The Eighth General suddenly jumped up, jumped to the side of the ghost king who was kneeling on the ground, opened his bloody mouth, exposed a mouthful of fangs, bit off the top of the ghost king's thick neck, and then, even with the long horns, directly gave Swallowing it into his stomach, Wang Zhu was dumbfounded.
The White Turban Army who was knocked away by the ghost king and fell to the surroundings had already got up, and when they heard the Eighth General's call, they rushed forward one after another like hungry wolves.
Wang Chu discovered that when the eighth general ate the ghost king, he basically ate whatever he bit down, whether it was armor or horns, his big mouth full of fangs seemed to be able to swallow everything on the ghost king, and those white The soldiers of the Scarf Army can only eat meat...
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Seeing that the ghost king was actually killed in the street, the surrounding human beings trembled with fright, but when the Eighth General and the soldiers of the White Scarf Army shared the ghost king, they all became eager to move again, eager to try. I dare not go over to snatch the food, because there is a guy with a long black knife watching him, seeing his posture of giving a knife to anyone who dares to go up, no one dares to touch the bad luck, after all, he is a powerful man who dares to kill the king of ghosts exist.
In just a few breaths, when the surrounding humans were debating whether to rush up to get a share of the pie, the ghost king who was like a hill had already been swept away by the Eighth General and a group of White Turban Army soldiers, and he had eaten it clean, leaving no bones left. remain.
In fact, not only were there no bones and dregs left, even the armor on the Ghost King's body was swallowed up by the eight generals. The clean ground was as if the Ghost King had never appeared before.
When the Eighth General and the White Turban Army stood up after eating the gluttonous feast, the surrounding humans and demons backed away like a tidal wave, all of them had terrified expressions on their faces.
The Eighth General has changed, his figure is bigger and taller than before, the armor on his body is shiny and shiny, and most importantly, two pointed horns have grown on his head, and the horns have grown his body. The helmet was lifted up, which looked very funny.
The other ten soldiers of the White Turban Army have also undergone obvious changes. Their bodies have become extremely strong, and the armor they just purchased has been broken, as if they have grown a size bigger, revealing rock-like bodies. Muscles look amazing.
There is no doubt that a group of White Scarf Army soldiers have been promoted, and the Eighth General has been directly promoted to the King of Ghosts...
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"Eight generals."
"Mr. in."
"We want the White Turban Army to be reborn in this hell!" Wang Zhu laughed loudly.
"Yes!"
Looking at the high-spirited Wang Zhu, the eyes of the Eighth General and a group of White Turban Army seemed to be burning with raging flames.
"Now, we must summon the White Scarf Army soldiers as quickly as possible, and then sweep the world of hell! Since they won't let us enter heaven, then we will transform hell into heaven!" Wang Zhu was full of pride.
"Sir, what are we going to do?" The Eighth General's eyes were like copper bells, and he was extremely fanatical.
"Now, we are the masters of this kind of city!" Wang Zhu walked over, picked off the helmet on the horns of the eighth general with a long knife, and said with a sinister smile.
"Ah..." The Eighth General and a group of White Scarf Army soldiers were all stunned.
"This ghost city will not be called a ghost city in the future, it will be called the White Turban Army City!"
"White Turban Army City!"
The Eighth General and Zhao Yong glanced at each other, inexplicably, their blood boiled for a while. Mr. is still that Mr., still has the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers and the momentum of going forward.
"Come on, let's change the name of the city!"
Wang Zhu raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, striding towards the gate of the city, the surrounding humans parted ways like a tide.
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