Chapter 219 Salute to the King

A statue hundreds of meters high.

Rough craftsmanship, the huge statue only has a prototype.

It has a faceless face, like a smooth mirror, weird and full of some mysterious charm.

Under the sculpture.

An exaggerated stone throne is attached to the base of the statue.

Time was short, and the throne did not look gorgeous, nor did it have too many complicated patterns, it was just a huge seat.

"That's enough."

Yang Feng said calmly, and then walked step by step towards the throne.

ridiculous.

This seems like a very silly ritual, but more of a symbolism.

Yang Feng will not be respected because of this, nor will he gain real rights just because he ascends the throne.

But... the tyrant Yang Feng still needs such a ceremony.

recognized.

Become a king and gain supreme authority.

The first thing you need to do is get your own approval.

Finger caressing gently.

Yang Feng's palm touched the dust on the huge throne. There were still many clear-grained gravels around it that had not been polished, making it look particularly rough.

Turn around.

Yang Feng sat on the huge throne.

Under the sculpture of the faceless tyrant, a lonely figure sat on the throne, while the slaves around him knelt down one after another.

Su Manman, Zero, Long Er, Two-Headed Spider Girl, Ying Shuang...

Everyone knelt in front of Yang Feng, celebrating the king's ascending to the throne, and bowed their heads deeply.

A strange feeling arose spontaneously.

That special feeling was like a spiritual cocoon wrapping Yang Feng's soul.

Ascend the throne.

Complete the ceremony.

Become the new king.

Yang Feng felt that there was a force gathering towards him.

king.

The first thing to complete is self-recognition. I must firmly ascend the throne and confirm my honorary position. Only then can I complete the most critical step.

"My physical body has completed its transformation."

"My soul will also complete the transformation of the king!!"

Yang Feng sat on the throne, feeling the power in his body.

After the flesh and blood body completed its transformation, it became the supreme royal weapon and undoubtedly became the body of a king.

However……

Yang Feng ascended the throne, and Wu Gu's soul began to undergo some subtle changes, becoming more crystal clear, pure and powerful.

Darkest.

Eternal hell.

The endless river of death.

A force of pure darkness was spreading continuously from Yang Feng's body.

The huge throne was imbued with a layer of darkest power, and then gradually spread upwards, wrapping around the hundred-meter-high statue, gradually covering it completely.

Blah blah blah! !

Swish swish swish! !

Chains that exuded a strong smell of blood and were stained with blood were wrapped around the huge throne.

Sharp filaments that are indistinguishable to the naked eye also cover the entire body of the statue, outlining countless complex dark totems.

The river of death flows.

The statue's face became deep and dark, and the creeping darkness seemed to come alive, even opening huge gaps.

Eyes! !

Those are huge eyes.

Twisted and depraved, full of all kinds of greedy desires, looking down at the earth like a demon and every human being.

"What is that??"

"The statue seems to be alive!!"

"Is that a monster...is that a monster..."

"No...not a monster...but...a king!!"

king! !

A terrifying pressure suddenly arose.

The throne became more majestic and majestic, and the seemingly ordinary figure of the man on the throne also became more majestic.

Kneel down! !

Surrender! !

People couldn't help but worship the huge statue.

That kind of terrifying majestic aura, like a tyrant that people can't look directly at, suppresses people so much that they can't raise their heads and can only kneel on the ground trembling.

No matter who it is.

No matter what official position.

No matter what kind of power you have.

At this moment, everyone knelt before the tyrant in the dark prison.

Hypocritical ceremony.

Fake ceremony.

Meaningless thrones and statues.

At this moment... everything was changed and given special meaning. The power of authority gradually twisted from falsehood to reality.

I see.

【King Weapon】

This transformed body whose power has reached its limit is also an abnormal meme, transforming into a twisted thing.

authority! !

It was an abnormal meme that transcended the rules of physics, twisted into a bug, and rewrote the rules of the world.

[Thousands of people and thousands of faces]

【Darkest Incarnation】

Yang Feng's power gradually became real.

The power of all the prisoners in the Black Prison can be transformed into the most real abilities, and even deeper powers.

Boom, boom, boom! !

Boom, boom, boom! !

The roar of artillery fire came in waves.

It was deafening, the earth trembled, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the sky above the shelter base. It was obvious that a wave of three million corpses had arrived at the city.

The roar of those artillery fires was like a salute to celebrate the new king's accession to the throne, and with it, there were also the deaths of a large number of carrion monsters.

Feel it! !

Yang Feng closed his eyes slightly.

He felt people's fear.

He felt people's despair.

He felt the blood and tears brought by the endless tide of corpses. The entire battlefield turned into a meat grinder, with countless painful negative emotions brewing.

Vortex.

The battle of millions of corpses became a huge vortex of negative energy field.

All of this... will become a gift for the new king's coronation!!

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On the other side.

Several kilometers away from the base.

The endless tide of corpses, sensing the breath of humans, charged towards the shelter base.

Uh uh uh uh uh.

Roar roar roar roar.

The harsh low whimper in the throat turned into a manic roar, and the blood-red filaments in the eyes burst out one after another, turning the entire eyeball into a deep red color.

The tank fired!!

The dark muzzle roared in the direction of the corpse tide, and the shells filled with explosives exploded on the field, instantly exploding a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters.

The impact energy of the explosion, with a large wave of fire, shook the surrounding rotten corpse monsters into meat paste.

The thick black fog of gunpowder smoke, accompanied by the exploding blood mist, mixed together to form a pungent smell of blood and fire.

"Fire!!"

"Stop their offensive!!"

The commander of the tank unit shouted hysterically on the walkie-talkie, and the shells fell into the corpse tide, causing waves, and the broken bone fragments rushed to a height of 100 meters.

Artillery fire washed the ground.

Death spread.

In just a few rounds of bombardment, at least hundreds of thousands of corpse monsters were wiped out, which also meant that the battle was completely started.

Running wildly! !

A large area of ​​deformed corpses appeared in the corpse tide.

It was a product of the evolution of the corpse. The deformed body was completely healed, and the physical fitness reached the level of national athletes. They rushed forward in the posture of track and field running.

Countless footsteps connected together, making the earth tremble.

In the trench.

The soldiers held heavy machine guns and trembled as they looked at the corpse monsters approaching in the distance.

"Don't shoot randomly!!"

"Everyone, listen to my instructions later!"

"Wait until the monster rushes into the 500-meter effective attack range before pulling the trigger!!"

The officers repeatedly emphasized this, while also comforting the stiff and trembling recruits.

"1000 meters."

"800 meters."

"500 meters."

"Everyone...aim...fire!!!"