Chapter 1177 Hero

The aftermath is spreading.

Just like what the Maharaja said.

The fragments are whining and vibrating, cracking and cracking between the giants on both sides, but maintaining stability - obviously it is the focus of the competition between the two sides now, but strangely it has become something that keeps both sides from completely breaking out. of stabilizing valve.

Once the chessboard is broken, all that's left is outright war.

Neither the Continuing Court nor the Great Lord wanted this bet to end in such a hasty manner.

But in the fragments, light flames wavered.

The tide of destruction is still spreading.

Swallow everything.

Wastelands, earth, oceans, hills, caves... From the sky to the underworld, this mournful death reaches far and wide.

Both hell and the present state are shrouded in the same destruction.

Directly in front of the remaining Russian Union, countless barriers were destroyed by the impact of the torrent, and the walls cracked and cracked, but a new iron wall spread out again in front of the Templars.

In the rapid torrent, the huge fortress was like a small boat in the wind and waves. In the violent turbulence, everyone lay on the ground, raising their heads tremblingly, staring at the wall with cracks constantly emerging.

There are also those outposts that are gradually extinguished like candles in the wind, and those temples and buildings that were swept into the torrent and completely destroyed...

More, more everything is dying.

For a moment, Huai Shi felt that she was really going to die this time.

The destructible flames did not engulf him in an instant.

In that fleeting moment, he only had time to see a figure standing in front of him. The old woman spread out her ten arms and gradually peeled off in the strong wind and flames.

But when he finally turned around, a certain kind of proud and gratified smile appeared on that face with bare bones.

No more seriousness and coldness.

Like a gentle grandmother.

Finally, bid him a silent farewell.

In this short moment, the wheel of God descended from the sky, speeding against the torrent, regardless of the rapid withering and burning of its wings, and rolled up Kuafu, including Huai Shi.

Immediately afterwards, the rapidly expanding light engulfed everything.

Huaishi lost consciousness in the terrifying shock of the spinning world.

At the last moment, he just subconsciously... stretched out his hand to stop something.

But nothing can stop it.

In the violent impact, light and darkness completely engulfed him.

He felt as if he had fainted, but he had not been favored by dreams. Among the countless scattered thoughts, there was only burning pain and torture.

After a long time, he felt someone shaking his body vigorously.

Screaming his name.

But apart from these, he felt nothing.

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he saw Kuafu's charred smiling face, and when he saw his reaction, he was as happy as if a flower was about to bloom.

"Hey, Huaishi, hello!" He shouted loudly: "Can you hear me?"

Huai Shi choked violently, and was about to vomit blood due to his shaking: "I'm not dead yet... But if you don't let go, I will be soon... And, you are so ugly..."

"Ha, you're still talking about me, aren't you the same?"

He glanced at Huai Shi who seemed to have crawled out of a fire scene, picked him up from the hot gravel, and carried him on his back, fearing that he would fall asleep again, and still muttered: "Don't laugh at the other one. , when I, Lao Wang, was young, I was at least an idol of the Eastern Xia pedigree, right? It’s just that people’s tastes changed too quickly later on, and more people liked my boyfriend’s niche than I did, a tough guy like me..."

"Where is Mother Nan?" Huai Shi asked hoarsely.

"..."

Kuafu was silent for a moment, then carried him on his back and staggered forward: "Dead."

Huai Shi wanted to say something else, but couldn't.

Only a sudden roar was heard behind him.

Between the sky that was burned to white and the earth that was burned to pitch black, a strange figure emerged from the gradually dissipating smoke and storm.

Amid the roar like the collapse of a mountain, it was moving slowly, dripping stinking pus, blood and putrid bodily fluids. It wore a crown of bones on its head, and flesh and blood surrounded Him like a skirt.

The fading flashes of the Wheel of God and the Solar Calendar are constantly emerging, but they are unable to stop its progress. Only when the Thunder Spear of the Pantheon falls, can it leave a penetrating burn mark on its corrupted body.

It was obviously riddled with holes, but it didn't care. More corrupt tissues were rapidly regenerating, dragging behind it, and strange blood filled the air, forming sacs on the ground that were pregnant with large groups. Bubble.

The stench wafted in the ash-laden wind.

That familiar breath almost made Huai Shi suffocate again.

"What on earth is that?!"

"Gaia?!"

As early as the moment after the aftermath dissipated, when the strange monster crawled out of the lava and fire, Yegor couldn't help but lose his voice. His spasmodic fingers had already crushed the disposable paper cup in his hand into a ball.

"Gaia is dead."

The dean looked indifferently at one of the consequences of the many plans, and the electronic sound showed no fluctuation: "After gathering the power of all major genealogies and using up most of the resources, Shangquan used the ultimate intention of all things to perish. Destroy the circle of rebirth, and finally completely erase that vague consciousness.

Gaia, as an element of destruction, has been buried in the World Tree. The destruction you see is the ripple she made when she died.

And this one in front of you... is just a stitch monster. "

The dean paused for a moment, and undisguised disgust emerged in the electronic sound - was it resistance to the abyss, or dissatisfaction with this rough processing method?

It was impossible to tell, and Yegor did not intend to speculate on the values ​​of the Survival Institute.

Maybe they never had such meaningless things in the first place.

"Don't worry, it has lost the nature of the element of destruction. The instinct originally awakened by the Ring of Rebirth has completely disappeared.

All that remains now is the remains tainted by the abyss. "

From the beginning, the Golden Dawn never thought that it would be able to rely on Gaia to be invincible.

As the destructive elements that gave birth to the current situation, they are very aware of the style and fighting spirit of this group of former companions and colleagues.

Even though Gaia is so huge and terrifying, it is only in 10% condition and cannot summon the many powers it once had. It can only rely on instinct to deal with it, and there is still the possibility of being defeated.

Then, it would be better to put more efforts after Gaia's death.

Inject the original breath of chaos into the embryo that belongs to the world, implant the blood of the uncertain shadow realm, and finally fill it with the greedy spirit of Paradise.

If Bo Xun is still alive, he can even be given the wisdom of corruption...

Inject the essence of hell into that body, and when Gaia falls, the ruler of the abyss will be born!

Giving birth to all kinds of evil, turning the fragments into complete hell.

In the end, those derived flesh and blood filled everything, swallowed everything, and opened up their own hell country in the abyss!

"so……"

Yegor asked with hope: "What will happen next?"

"What happens all the time, Mr. Yegor, is war."

The dean replied: "We have made plans for six worst-case scenarios - including the resurrection of old Gaia. But the Survival Institute is not omnipotent and does not have the ability to create miracles out of thin air."

The dean paused for a moment, as if recalling and retrieving: "There are still possible continuations of Project 1730, Omega's filing, and preparations for two targets against the King of Hell... But all our power has been used After fighting against old Gaia and the World Tree, there are no more usable materials on the board.

Apart from this, only the final ‘Death Sequence’ can be used. "

Sequence of Decline - Awakening the remains of two elements of destruction on the chessboard and combining them.

Completely destroy everything...

Yegor held the crumpled paper cup in his hand and said nothing, just watching the picture on the screen in silence.

After a long while, he sighed: "At least we still have time, right?"

time?

The dean didn't speak anymore, just silent.

Perhaps time is not on their side.

Miracles never last long, and those good times are over.

Next, before the countdown to the death sequence ended, all they did was wait.

.

When the torrent of destruction swept through, the tide of the abyss returned.

On the dry and barren border land, only the last lonely beacon is left standing in the wind, trembling and crumbling in the turmoil.

From the walking corpses of Gaia, countless swarms are hatching rapidly like spores. Just like germs growing in a hotbed of decay, they absorb the pure vitality eroded by the abyss and endlessly crawl out of the red vesicles.

The wet body hardened rapidly in the scorching hot air and became colorful, like birds, like animals, like a weird mixture of all living things in the world.

Their hungry screams are endless, attacking the last bastion of the Russian defense line.

The black tide submerged the array of Codex Knights.

There are more Ascended Ones and Legions who are hurriedly evacuating along the road, shrinking their defenses towards the inner areas that have not been eroded by the abyss.

But there are more, more abyss projections sprouting and spreading under the sowing of rotting zombies, sowing the shadow of destruction and the fruits of destruction.

Looking down from above, one can glimpse the rapidly shrinking light, the line on the verge of collapse, and the last glimmer of light guarding the outside.

Never-ending rage, never-ending thunder.

Among the gloomy clouds, thousands of pure thunders fell from the sky, like plows, sweeping between the solidified monsters, and countless stinky slurries and coke flew up.

But there are more, more huge shadows slowly rising from the end of the horizon.

Until Thunder also felt tired.

Gradually dim.

Amidst Kunpeng's tired cry, Yun Zhongjun's figure fell from the storm, staggered back, and sat down on the ground, no longer having the strength to sow destruction.

Ushering in the limit.

This time, he couldn't hold on anymore.

"What's wrong? Didn't you just act like I'm doing things and others should not interrupt?"

In the frame, Sharma glanced at his embarrassed look and said unceremoniously: "It looks like I won this time."

"Um."

Ying Fangzhou thought for a moment, nodded, and said seriously:

"Thank you."

"Ha, this is really unlike you..."

Sharma instinctively sneered. He turned around and was about to sneer, but saw his eyes.

The tired Yun Zhongjun was also looking at him.

So solemn.

It made him freeze in place.

Just like that, Ying Fangzhou used up his last strength to pick up the Hate Water Spear and handed it over:

"The next step is up to you."

"Tsk."

Sharma's expression gradually darkened, and he grabbed it impatiently: "What else? Is it just that there is one less person holding me back, so I will lose?"

Ying Fangzhou seemed to be smiling.

There was no sound of breathing in the wind.

The clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, but for some reason, rain fell on the back of Sharma's hand, followed the spear, and fell into the cracked earth.

Another drop.

Gradually covering everything, until he could no longer see the world in front of him clearly.

Why didn't people feel happy until the end?

Is it so difficult to take a step back early?

Sharma wanted to yell and question, but he never got an answer.

There is only silence.

Under the dim sky and outside the frame, those neighing sounds gradually came closer together with the tide of hell, but the air still seemed to be echoing with cold sneers, like the last mockery left to hell.

Even if his remaining body has dissipated in the wind.

Never again.

And the dazzling electric light rose again amid the hatred of all things.

Kunpeng's spirit rose from the hateful water, surrounded its creator, and docilely carried out its master's last orders.

Just before the hosts of hell, the last defender raised his spear.

"It's not over yet, right?"

Sharma closed his eyes and murmured softly: "It's still early for rest."

"——Let's come again!"

Then, it seemed as if a familiar laughter sounded from my ears again.

In the deepest part of the darkness, the wind and thunder raged.

Lightning strikes again!

In the sea of ​​dried blood, the burning mecha roared, and the broken Blade of Horus fell, causing the huge blood snake to convulse and hiss.

Countless corpses piled up into mountains and were reduced to ashes in the flames.

The huge snake head had separated from the body and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the ruler's head was pierced by the shepherd's rod and nailed into the earth.

The armor trampled, with a loud noise, completely trampling that annoying and spiteful face!

It was not until the end that the driver of Osiris wiped the sweat from his face and sighed: "I think this seems to be a very vindictive guy... It's over, she seems to have remembered me."

"Are you afraid?" Beelzebub asked.

"Ha, that's right!"

Orton smiled happily, "The worst I can do is kill him again."

Along with the conversation between the two, the storm roared in, slashing down like a long black whip, and countless monsters roared and surged, closing together again.

Beelzebub suddenly said: "Yingfangzhou's identification signal has disappeared."

"Same as last time..."

Orton was silent for a moment and smiled helplessly: "Impatient people always take the first step before everyone has time to say hello."

Beelzebub sighed, "Maybe we will be the same."

"Sounds like last time?"

Orton asked.

When he asked this question, Beelzebub understood the joking and calmness from the driver and couldn't help but laugh: "Ha, just like last time."

Well, just like last time!

Nothing but death.

Those things don't knock them down.

The giants of Hades will not fall until hell burns out.

As long as this mission lasts, they will never look back.

The fighting began again.

The fight between Osiris and Hell!

But in the fierce fighting at this moment, amid the constant sounding of damage alarms, Beelzebub seemed to be distracted. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked without warning:

"Speaking of which, Orton, have you ever regretted it?"

"Huh? Regret?"

During the emergency maneuver, Orton glanced at the airspeed indicator and asked doubtfully: "What do you regret?"

"It's just regrets...for things in the past."

Beelzebub said: "It would be great if you don't join the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven. You can go back to being the inheritor of the holy name, and you don't have to be so quarrelsome with your family.

There is no need to waste your emotions on a bunch of stinky idiots and feel sorry for them.

In the end, it doesn’t have to be that way. "

In the brief silence, Orton was embarrassed for a moment.

"Ah, if you want to say it, it's a bit."

He shrugged helplessly, "But if that were the case, wouldn't I not be able to meet you?"

"..."

Beelzebub was stunned and silent, and even the voice warning of damage became dim.

"I know what you want to say, Beelzebub."

Orton couldn't help but laugh. During the spinning ride, he smiled hoarsely, his eyes sparkling: "Otherwise, maybe I would live a good life, but I will definitely lose a lot. I will lose a lot of precious friends. , you must be one of them!

So, stop saying those sad things—"

The burning machine god galloped through the black tide, penetrated the huge monster, and emerged from the back. Its dim wings of light spread out, standing high in the sky, overlooking everything.

"Behold, our war is not over yet!"

Orton laughed, not caring about the countless dust: "There are still as many enemies as there are, there are more opponents waiting for us to defeat, more hells and abyss...

Our story has not yet been cut in half! "

"You guys don't listen to others at all, do you?" The intelligent controller sighed helplessly: "It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck to have a friend like you."

"yes."

Orton grinned proudly and pushed the joystick: "Let's go, partner!"

Click!

There was no response from the control stick, the cabin was locked, and all the alarms disappeared.

Orton's smile froze in place.

"Beelzebub?"

He looked up and asked, "What are you doing?!"

"Do what Lord of the Flies should do, Orton."

The boy's projection appeared on the cockpit screen, with a hearty smile on his face that looked like Orton, and he spread his hands: "The aircraft body has lost 72%, and the fuel is about to run out. Well, it seems that the pilot has also lost his mind. look like.

Therefore, the emergency ejection procedure is about to start——"

"Hello!"

Orton's eyes widened and he wanted to speak, but he saw the tears shed by the boy on the screen.

So sad.

But so proud.

"It's useless. The ejection process has been started. It's time for you to go."

Beelzebub said: "Leave the rest to me!"

The waves of the Styx were surging inside the cabin, gradually covering the cockpit, and the tunnel leading to the other side had been opened.

"Even if you and I are just false phantoms now, when I think that in a certain story, I can die to protect you... I feel happy and joyful from the bottom of my heart.

The pain of parting with friends, the joy of meeting friends again, and everything in this world, these feelings are all given to me by you.

Thank you, Orton. "

"This time, it's your turn to see me off."

On the screen, the boy smiled and said goodbye to his best friend.

"Goodbye, my friend."

Beelzebub raised his palm and pushed it out slightly. The ethereal light and shadow mobilized the last module inside the armor, causing the capsule in the cockpit to suddenly open. The rapidly solidifying foam filled every gap and covered the face.

Just like that, driven by the explosives, it flew out, followed the signal from the remaining outpost, and disappeared into the waves of the Styx.

Only the last murmur echoed in the empty cabin.

"It's great to have an adventure together."

Just like that, the boy turned around, and the last screen suddenly dimmed, but the pupils on the armor's incomplete face lit up again.

Like the flames of a furnace restarting.

[Rebirth Mechanism·Activation]

[Introduction, rain down judgment and fire until hell burns out! 】

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[Termination Code——Return of Styx]

【Countdown 00:10:00】

Endless heat surged out from within the armor, pulling the last Styx, shrinking inward. Between the infinitely blazing wings of light, the broken Osiris opened its mouth and roared with steel.

From this most complete burning, the red and pale crown rose again from the head.

After returning from death three times, the furious Osiris, the ruler of Hades, reappears here!

Tearing the storm apart, trampling the earth, the flames rose like a ring from the earth, spread, and enveloped the endless tide of decay.

And the angry giant god descended from the sky!

"Before the dance is over, let me teach you."

The God of Steel, who had no weakness, smiled ferociously, stretched out his hand, and pinched the predatory archangel hidden among the armies:

"——What does it mean, destruction!"

boom!

Destruction, coming.

In the distance, bursts of light rose into the sky.

The storm swept in with dust and spread over the barren land.

Huaishi choked violently and felt dizzy. Then, she heard a roar from the distance. When the Russian defense line collapsed, the endless darkness poured into the world like a dike bursting.

Raging rage swept through.

On the mountain ridge, Kuafu's steps stopped for a moment and he sighed tiredly.

"We can't go any further."

He said, "The defense line is shrinking, and we may not be able to get over in time."

Already, there is no way out.

He found a stone, put down Huai Shi on his shoulders, and found a place to sit down cross-legged. The two of them couldn't help but choked and laughed when they looked at each other's embarrassment.

But soon, even the hoarse laughter was drowned out.

Just below the ridge, at the end of the black tide, a loud noise erupted.

The rotting Gaia surged forward, setting off the tides and waves of the abyss... He didn't even care about the two little ants not far away. He just instinctively followed the hunger and attraction from the soul and moved towards the present situation. The fire was thrown out.

"For such a big thing, it's really outrageous to say it's my mother." Kuafu gasped, looking up at the approaching figure: "My mother is not that big."

"My mother doesn't have one either... Metaphor, do you understand metaphor?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "Can you still walk? It's still too late to leave me behind."

"Forget it, I don't want to leave."

Kuafu leaned on the stone, coughing and complaining: "When I came, the old man told me that this trip was a big gamble for Dongxia, but for me, it was a rare opportunity.

Unfortunately, he always spoke in a cryptic manner and never spoke clearly. I'm almost dead, but I still can't figure out where the opportunity is.

Maybe, the old guy was bluffing me from the beginning..."

"Ah, maybe."

If possible, Huai Shi would almost raise his hands in agreement: "The older the guy is, the better he is at lying to others."

"Yes, I would have known that I would have gone to the Social Security Bureau after graduating from Jixia."

He lamented with resentment: "The benefits are good, the pay is good, and there is little overtime. It is said that the squad leader who used to take care of me at the border has now gone to the survival hospital for further studies...and I haven't had a girlfriend for so many years."

"It's normal. Me too."

Huai Shi wanted to comfort her, but he glared at her harshly: "Shut up."

"..."

"I'm so sorry."

Kuafu lowered his head and sighed tiredly: "If only I had been stronger, Mother Nan would not have died. She won't be so powerless now."

"You've tried your best, haven't you?" Huai Shi said.

But Kuafu didn't answer.

He just shook his head, and after a long while, he laughed softly: "The Utopia is not the only one with a mission, Huai Shi."

Sophora pagoda poems are speechless.

“I’ve been thinking that if I were smarter, like Xiao Bai, I would be able to understand the opportunities that the old man was talking about, and I wouldn’t be like this now.

If I could be like that kid from Hongchen and be more thoughtful, I wouldn't always say the wrong things and make people annoying. It’s okay to be like Di Ting, have many friends, be lucky like Bai Ze, or have a bigger picture like the little fox..."

Kuafu laughed self-deprecatingly: "I am a brainless person who always disappoints everyone, but everyone is still willing to take me to play with them. This world is really incredible.

However, I always can't help but think: Why, can't I be like them?

I’m very jealous, Huai Shi——”

Kuafu asked softly: "Why can't I be like you?"

"Like me, my parents died early and I play the cello alone?"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and almost laughed: "Brother, it's a miracle to have both parents these days, what else do we expect from a bicycle?

Besides, if you hadn't carried me this far, I would have died a long time ago, okay? "

"It's different, Huai Shi."

Kuafu shook his head, "It's different."

"After all, you are still relying on Dongxia's fifth level. It's outrageous to envy me, a fourth level tool man." Huai Shi shook his head: "Let's not think about eating so many peaches, okay?

Everybody's the same, man, there's no difference. "

Kuafu was stunned for a moment, looking at him as if he suddenly remembered something incredible, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Hehe, hehehehe, hahahaha..."

The guy laughed so loudly that he almost burst into tears and couldn't stop.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing."

Kuafu grinned at himself, feeling this ridiculous gift from fate: "I just realized that I complained so much and envied so much, but I was always thinking about eating peaches.

As a result, I didn’t find—”

He stretched out his hand from his pocket, spread his fingers, and sighed with satisfaction:

"Isn't the thing I want always in my pocket?"

In his palm, a shriveled fruit tumbled slightly.

The wrinkled skin looked extremely shabby, as if it was malnourished, but now, as it absorbed Kuafu's blood, the whine echoing in the wind, and the call from the world, it began to grow slowly like an hallucination.

Gradually, it becomes plump and full of vitality.

This is the fruit that Kuafu planted and grew from the hibiscus.

The crystallization of his soul, his consciousness, and what he wanted in life.

A peach?

"Is this also your arrangement, old man?"

Kuafu murmured softly: "If you beat around the bush to this extent, I will convince you!"

He clenched the fruit in his hand, tried his best to prop up his body, and looked up at the decaying Gaia leading the black tide in the distance.

Finally, I took my own steps.

No more hesitation!

"Where are you going?" Huai Shi was stunned.

"Of course we are going to turn the tide!"

The embarrassed man turned back and smiled triumphantly at him: "I said, my tough guy style has been popular before! After waiting for so many years, it's time for a retro style."

And just like that, he said his final goodbye.

"Take care, Huaishi.

I’m going to continue fulfilling my mission—”

Just like that, he turned around without hesitation and faced the surging tide of hell in the distance, the endless enemies, the screaming monsters, and the huge rotting corpses that roared forward.

The wind is blowing hard, and the abyss is dangerous.

But in a daze, it seemed like I was back in the good old days.

Walked onto the screen.

It's like finally becoming a hero.

Want to be that person.

I've always thought about it since I was a kid.

Become a warrior who can turn the tide in the face of darkness, a monument that stands firm in the face of evil, and a hero who never frowns in the face of pain. Just like those hardcore heroes in movies.

They are not afraid of pain, work hard, lift weights, squat, and run marathons day after day, and study martial arts diligently. Wind, frost, and swords cannot defeat them. More scars will make them stronger and stronger.

But when he grew up, he realized that times had changed.

The tough guys he longed for were no longer in fashion.

He was the only one wandering around blankly, following their disappearing traces, at a loss as to where to go.

When the old man reached out and invited him, what was he thinking? I can't recall it at all now.

I just remember how excited I was at that time!

"Want to come?"

Xuanniao said: "We can protect this world together."

"Of course!"

Kuafu squeezed the old man's hand without thinking, almost with tears in his eyes: "I have been waiting for this day for many years!"

Now, the day has finally arrived.

"It's up to you whether you live or die, old man."

In front of the galloping wave, the lonely defender clenched the fruit in his hand, "I believe in you!"

I've been waiting for so many years.

Today's pussy, I'm done with it!

He opened his mouth and swallowed up the bitter fruit of his life.

Amid the spreading pain, he roared silently toward hell.

Terrifying flames spurted out from his mouth and nose, easily tearing apart the undercurrent. It seemed as if infinite power suddenly burst out from the body, expanding rapidly.

Burn everything to the ground.

Including myself...

"Wait, it seems...where..."

His eyes widened: "That's not right?"

boom!

Before the darkness, a pillar of fire rose up from the ground. After completely burning him, it spread and spread the pale ash all over the world.

Kuafu disappeared without a trace.

"Did it fail?"

Xuanniao's movements froze and he froze in place, staring at the projection in front of him.

Almost forgot to breathe.

Just under Jixia, a sad bell burst out from the dark underground palace.

The silent painting volume suddenly rolled over, and a large pen emerged from it out of thin air. It passed through countless records and landed at the beginning of the volume, completely erasing Kuafu's name at the front!

Death is like a lamp going out.

This confirmation from Yuandian was quickly transmitted to Xuanniiao's perception, causing the old man to fall down on the chair, no longer having the strength to hold himself up.

It's hard to breathe.

But soon, he felt that the white wolf hook in his sleeve was vibrating!

A high-pitched chirp!

It's like smelling resonance from the present situation...

When Xuanniao opened the compass in his arms, he saw the pointer spinning crazily, indicating that the turmoil in the star field came from the fierce conflicts between various palaces.

Even...the stirring of fate!

That is the destiny that is about to be reborn, roaring loudly towards the world in the process of gestation.

Overlooking all the dust!

At that moment, the pillar of fire rising from the ground inside the chessboard suddenly split, and eight completely different miraculous markings grew out of it like branches and leaves.

Wandering between the earth and the projection of the endless destiny star field.

[Qian], [Kan], [Gen], [Zhen], [Xun], [Li], [Kun], [Dui]...

The innate gossip repeats itself here. The infinite gravity bursts out from the gyrations that twist everything, turning into a tornado and covering the black tide. The swarms, legions, monsters, rivers of blood, and all insignificant enemies are like dust, being sucked into this purgatory. in the melting pot.

Turned into dust.

There was only a red outline, slowly emerging from the furnace-like purgatory.

Bones, internal organs, texture, skin...

Like gold and iron being recast.

Forge yourself into a weapon capable of destroying everything!

"Come!"

At that moment, Kuafu raised his eyes and called out to the world.

The heaven and earth shook violently, and everything was in turmoil.

"Come!" he shouted again.

The mountains shifted and the seven seas turned.

"Come!"

When the final call resounded throughout the world, in the deepest part of the Jixia Underground Palace, the dust-covered ancient bronze soldiers suddenly trembled and screamed, sensing this call from fate.

It suddenly cracked and turned into dust all over the ground.

But in the fire and storm that occupied the axis of heaven and earth, the cold light suddenly extended and condensed into shape in Kuafu's unfolded hands.

At that moment, the majestic armor appeared out of thin air, and in the mighty sound of all things in the world like a joyous song, red feathers like blazing fire rose from the crown.

The golden eyes of flowing fire look down at everything!

When the big pen on the painting scroll came down again, a new name tab appeared behind Xuanniao's name!

Just its existence shocked the entire Eastern Xia family lineage.

Just writing makes all those who ascend feel its glorious majesty.

This is a title that cannot be passed on unless you risk your own life. Unless the world collapses and the country is overturned, it is a destiny that cannot be condensed!

What is needed is the full support of the Dongxia lineage, what is needed is the determination of millions of people to go, and the preparation to sacrifice everything and even their souls.

What is needed, this... desire to become a hero!

When the world is on the verge of collapse, when everything calls for redemption, when evil spirits occupy the world, and when heretics usurp orthodoxy.

This power will be called upon to bring everything back to order!

The crown of destiny for five thousand years in Eastern Xia.

The well-deserved number one hero!

——[The Crowned One: Monkey King]!