armyinform Chapter 202 The Pages Bear Divine Inheritance, Sword Qi and Dragon Breath
Chapter 202 The Pages Bear Divine Inheritance, Sword Qi and Dragon Breath
Chapter 202 The Pages Bear Divine Inheritance, Sword Qi and Dragon Breath
Yellow sand filled the sky, sweeping in from north to south.
Such sandstorms are rare at this time of year, so the soldiers on the outpost immediately reported the anomaly.
Before their superiors arrived and gave orders, some sharp-eyed soldiers spotted figures amidst the yellow sand.
The soldier on duty's expression changed drastically. He scrambled to the alarm bell, intending to ring it, but a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
"No need to panic, these are troops from Qizhou, sent to defend the emperor."
Wang Zhi held the soldier's hand, gazing at the yellow sand swirling outside the city. His face showed more sorrow, and his already aged features were etched with even more wrinkles.
He wasn't worried that the King of Zhao was too powerful; on the contrary, he was worried that the King of Zhao was too weak.
Although King Zhao's army numbered over 100,000, the individual soldiers were far weaker than their demons, and they were still using military formations that had long been obsolete.
If he wasn't mistaken, what they were using now was "sandstorms everywhere," and the one they hadn't even changed.
Although the original purpose of creating "Sandstorm" was to fight against the Blood God Cult's Blood Mist, they soon discovered that the Blood Mist's iteration speed was faster than theirs, so "Sandstorm" was abandoned.
Compared to the rapid reaction forces of the Umbrella Corporation and the insect-possessed individuals of the Hundred Poisons Cult, Zhao Jun was ridiculously weak, not to mention the imperial court, which had now completed its grand plan and had the Dragon Emperor in charge.
"However, they are still somewhat useful."
Wang Zhi watched as the Zhao army gradually came to a halt. After the sandstorm subsided, a middle-aged man stepped out from the army and leaped onto the city wall in just a few steps. He clasped his hands in greeting and asked, "May I ask if you are Supervisor Wang of the Western Depot?"
Wang Zhi nodded. "It's me. Did you bring the things?"
"I brought it. His Majesty specifically ordered me to deliver this to you."
The middle-aged man took out a cloth bag and stuffed it into Wang Zhi's hand. After Wang Zhi checked it and found it to be correct, he jumped off the city wall and returned to the army.
Having obtained the item, Wang Zhi didn't waste any time; in a flash, he disappeared from the city wall.
He hurried to the palace, passing through patrols of demon guards, and finally saw that familiar figure in the Qianqing Palace.
"Your Majesty, the things that King Zhao promised have arrived."
Emperor Qian, who had returned to human form from his dragon form, took the cloth bag, glanced at it, nodded, and casually put it aside.
There were already two similar packages there, and this was the third one sent by the King of Zhao.
"Wang Zhi, you may step down now." After saying this, Emperor Qian buried himself in handling state affairs again.
Some time ago, when he was paralyzed on the dragon throne, Zhang Kuning handled all the political affairs.
The ancestor he had always been wary of did not cause any trouble at this critical juncture, but instead handled all the government affairs in an orderly manner.
But now that he's back, he should naturally be in charge of handling government affairs.
Anyway, he had nothing else to do, so he couldn't just sit there and wait for the Blood God Cult to come knocking on his door, could he?
Mordi stood atop the highest point of Blackrock Fortress, his red crane fluttering in the wind.
However, the next moment, the swaying of the crane cloak suddenly stopped, and even though the surrounding wind was still strong, it could not stir the hem of his clothes in the slightest.
"I've mastered the AT field now, but I don't know how strong it is."
Although in "EVA", the AT field is said to be able to be neutralized by another AT field or penetrated by the Spear of Longinus, that only applies to one world.
Looking across all realms, there are countless strange and wondrous abilities. If one thinks that mastering the AT field will allow one to roam freely throughout the realms, then that would be a grave mistake.
Even if he became a god, he was far from being able to do whatever he wanted.
Remove the AT field and let the wind blow your clothes around.
Modi reached out, palm up, and a thick book appeared in his hand.
The book is entirely bright red, as if stained with blood.
Touching it, the book's cover has a strange feel; if you look closely, you can even see it occasionally wriggle a little, as if it were alive.
Modi was already used to this feeling. To him, it was nothing more than the skin of an unknown creature, except that the skin was still somewhat active, and even though it had been peeled off for many years, it was not completely dead.
He gently opened the book that had accompanied him all the way, his fingers twirling a corner of the page as he turned it page by page, marveling at it.
"Using the skin of an unknown demon as the cover and filling the pages with its flesh and blood, what a grand gesture."
Even though he was only one step away from becoming a god, he still couldn't see through this book. After all, he was only about to become a true god, but the book itself was made from parts of a demon god.
True God and Demon God, a difference of only one word, are vastly different.
Even true gods are still within the realm of immortals, but demon gods are far above immortals.
Turning to a page in the middle, Mo Di's hand stopped at the corner of the page. He glanced at the name on it and softly read it aloud: "Wan Jinghan, let me see the limits of your power."
As his strength has grown, he can now do many things that he couldn't do before.
With a slight pressure of his fingers, he tore the page out intact, something he would never have been able to do before.
Mo Di casually tossed the book pages, which carried the power of Wan Jing Han, and they moved with the wind, drifting towards the capital.
A large amount of ether was drawn from the pages, and on its way to the capital, the pages' momentum grew stronger and stronger, faintly revealing a sharp sword intent. At the beginning of the journey, it still needed the wind to propel it, but with the infusion of ether, the sword intent it carried was enough to break through the gale and condense sword light.
At this moment, this single page of paper is sharper than the best sword in the world, and more indestructible than the best shield.
The sword light formed from the book pages was extremely fast. In no time, it swept past the city gate, arrived in the capital, and hovered above the imperial palace.
The Great Qian Kingdom has experienced countless battles, from the capital battle initiated by the Five Sects, to You Qingxiang's disturbance in the capital some time ago, and now the upcoming capital battle, all within a short period of time.
"One wave subsides, another rises."
Emperor Qian sighed, put down the memorial in his hand, looked up at the window, and felt a slight sting in his eyes from the sharp sword intent.
The familiar, ruthless sword intent immediately reminded him of the court's former greatest enemy, the white-clad figure who once suppressed the court to the point of being unable to raise its head.
"Wan Jinghan?"
Emperor Qian narrowed his vertical pupils, his figure swayed, and he instantly transformed into a true dragon of national destiny, bursting out of the window and flying into the air, his body growing larger and larger.
Dragons can be large or small; when large, they can stir up clouds and mist, and when small, they can hide their form. Emperor Qian could naturally do the same.
In no time, he grew to be dozens of feet long, hovering above the palace and hidden among the clouds, his dragon eyes fixed on the piece of paper that exuded pure sword intent.
"I never thought that the former number one master would not be able to rest in peace even in death. His sword intent is still being driven by others. How pitiful and lamentable."
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Despite this, there was no sympathy in his eyes. Instead, he opened his mouth, which was full of ferocious fangs, and dragon breath was brewing inside.
A figure materialized from the pages of the sword intent book. The figure was entirely composed of sword intent, appearing somewhat illusory. Holding a longsword formed from the pages, the figure adopted an unremarkable stance, completely concealing its sword intent.
Emperor Qian dared not be careless, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart.
Before he could exhale the dragon's breath, a figure slightly raised his hand and swung a sword with what appeared to be a slow but actually fast motion.
The sword intent coalesced into sword light, filling Emperor Qian's entire field of vision, as if the entire world consisted of only this one sword.
Just then, dragon breath surged out, converging into sword energy, which was held in the mouth of the True Dragon of National Fortune and swung forward.
The sword energy and dragon breath collided head-on with the merciless sword intent, and in the end, Emperor Qian prevailed.
With his sword intent broken, the remaining dragon breath sword energy continued to slash at the sword-wielding figure, destroying the sword intent that constituted him in one move.
The figure vanished, and the pages returned to their original state, but the book itself was undamaged. Only a sword mark was drawn on the blank space, faintly emanating the lingering aura of dragon's breath.
"What exactly are these pages? Why can't I damage them at all? Instead, they've severed a wisp of my spirit from them?"
The hesitation was fleeting. Emperor Qian took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of the energy of heaven and earth to cultivate his dragon breath, and then exhaled it onto the page of the book.
The sound of swords clashing and dragons roaring rang out, and the immense sword energy, enveloped by dragon breath, surged toward the thin page of the book.
As if sending a signal, the moment the sword energy and dragon breath engulfed the pages of the book, a large number of powerful auras surged forth both inside and outside the city.
These auras generally belong to the Grandmaster level, originating either from the imperial court or from the other three forces.
At the same time, the eight fortresses outside the city also began to operate, the blood god runes engraved on their surfaces glowing red, and the sounds of horns and drums resounding through the sky.
"Is it coming?" Emperor Qian stared intently at the last glimmer of the dragon's breath. As it dissipated, he saw a hand pick up the page of the book, which remained intact.
The young man, dressed in a red crane robe, was holding a heavy book and stuffing pages into it. Noticing his gaze, he turned and smiled at him.
"This should be our first formal meeting, right, Emperor of Daqian?"
The young man's tone was hardly respectful; in fact, it could be said that he completely disregarded his authority.
But Emperor Qian was not angry. In his view, the other party, as the leader of a major religion, was qualified to be on equal footing with him.
"That's right, the leader of the Blood God Cult. I never expected our first meeting to happen under these circumstances."
Emperor Qian was quite moved; if he could, he would rather never see the other party again.
The moment the two sides met, it signaled the beginning of a full-scale war.
"Speaking of which, there's something I've always been curious about."
Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action for the time being, Emperor Qian did not dare to act rashly and instead tried to distract the other party with conversation.
"I once sent people to investigate the cult leader, but they didn't find many clues. It's as if you, the cult leader, appeared out of nowhere. I'm very curious, where exactly do you come from?"
"Didn't His Majesty already guess this?" Mordy closed the blood-stained book and smiled at him. "His Majesty must have made a deal with the directors of Umbrella Corporation and obtained a way out from them, am I right?"
A hint of surprise flashed through Emperor Qian's mind, but thanks to his current state as a true dragon, this change in expression was difficult for others to detect.
After all, the facial muscle changes of a dragon are too difficult for humans to discern.