Chapter 422 A Different Glow
The snakes roared sharply, and the power of opening and dismantling turned into tangible light mist, spreading in all directions.
The power erupting from the screams of the snakes and the impact released by the wild twisting of the snakes are naturally in the same form as the snakes, as vicious as the poisonous snakes, as difficult to control as the python, and as vicious as the king of snakes!
Qizhi's light mist, which was charging at the front, transformed into a ferocious open-jawed posture, attacking not only the five emperors in front of them, but also the towering city wall behind.
The cracks of dismantling snaked along the ancient and thick city wall, fine scars crawled all over the city wall, and the majestic city wall like a mountain gradually cracked.
The twisted purple light mist diluted the surging tide of light, and the vicious snake waited for an opportunity to get under the sand, twisting and crawling between the gravel and the soil until it came directly under the throne of the Shadowless Kings.
He suddenly jumped out of the ground and hit the marble Shadowless Throne!
The group of snakes shattered and splashed, sputtering purple mist onto the bottom of the throne.
The burst scars bloomed in the crisp sound, and the shabby marble throne was torn apart under the destructive attack of the light and mist snakes.
The skeletal shadowless kings lost their thrones and had no choice but to step on the sand filled with snakes in humiliation.
The king of the world, the great king, the founder of the Shadowless Empire - Cyrus the Great, whose scarred bones jumped up boldly at the moment when the throne shattered.
This skeleton, covered with cracks and scars and with a dazzling light shining inside its head, leaped into the air, shining like the midday sun!
He landed heavily on the ground, and the dust he raised was mixed with extraordinary light, turning into shining projectiles and flying out, shattering and breaking countless snakes of light and mist.
Unlike the cowardly descendants behind him, this Emperor Cyrus was the original king of the Achaemenid dynasty!
He has been fighting on the battlefield all his life. Even at the age of sixty-one, he did not choose to stay in a gorgeous and comfortable palace to enjoy his old age, but chose to continue sending troops to conquer!
Until the last moment before death, Cyrus the Great was still fighting!
Even if his head is beheaded after death, he still drinks blood!
Even though he has been dead for many years, his bloodlust has not dried up, and his fighting spirit has never been extinguished!
The glow inside the dry bone skull exploded in an instant, and the light on the body of Cyrus the Great also began to boil, and the glow that made up the flesh and blood texture and luxurious clothing changed shapes.
The sharp heavy-tailed short spear, the thick oval shield, and the armor that has accompanied him in battles for many years!
Emperor Cyrus the Great raised his short spear high, and the glow in his skull excitedly shook him.
"My descendants! The kings of the Achaemenids!"
"Follow me! Follow your original king and fight together!!!"
"Dirty worms, despicable Forsworn...cowards who run away from battle!!!"
"Aton for the mistakes your ancestors committed!!!"
"Great Ormuzd, Lord of Wisdom, Lord of Light, Lord of Order and Truth!"
"Please give us infinite light!!!"
Five spiritual roars resounded across the sky, and the violent radiance cleared away the withered yellow color of the bones, and all the weak colors of decaying pain faded away.
Their weapons and armor were covered with pure white light like flowing flames, the sand they walked on also faded to pure white, and even the space they traveled through became exceptionally pure!
That light is pure and holy, but it also contains something primitive and ancient beyond imagination...familiar yet completely unfamiliar.
"This doesn't seem to be the glow I know..."
The female dancer murmured softly. Her voice was hoarse and crisp, deep and loud, as if there were two voices ringing at the same time.
In just a moment of distraction, five shining emperor skeletons had already charged in front of her!
The ever-spreading faint purple light mist fell on the shadowless kings. There was no way to break through the blazing flame defense. It had already faded away amidst the crackling corrosive sound and turned into its original appearance. pure white.
The pure white from the beginning has rushed towards the female dancer!
The broken scales and wings behind the skull vibrated slightly, and the chaotic scales settled down on the graceful and terrifying soul body.
Countless snakes growing out of Jiao Hao's body suddenly began to sing ancient songs.
The melody of the ballad is very strange, like mourning and crying, like whispering softly, like singing high and melodious, and like singing generously!
The female dancer suddenly grabbed the five-tailed slender snake that was twisting wildly in front of her chest, and squeezed it hard. The flesh and blood burst into pieces, and jet black and sticky flames spattered out.
If the glow of the Shadowless Kings is the purest white, then the fireworks in her palms are the purest black!
The pure white fades away the colors of the world, and the pure black swallows up all the brilliance!
The female dancer raised her hands and shot out five jet-black flames.
The pain and resentment of the five-tailed slender snake being sacrificed has been mixed into the dark flames, which is its first fuel.
But this is far from enough, far from being able to satisfy the insatiable thirst of the Black Flame - it is eager to devour more, to burn more, and to destroy more!
The twisted and struggling dark flame took a big mouthful of the retreating purple light mist during the flight, and the pitch-black flame burned more violently.
tedious! tedious! tedious!
These keys are too bland, without resentment or pain, and they burn even worse than the stubborn rocks in the pit!
Light, glow, the first glow, the long-lost glow... That is the fuel we desire most!
That, that was our past glory!
Only when the self that has passed away is destroyed, that is the real destruction! ! !
The pitch-black flame roared crazily, but it dropped bits of dark flame remnants during its rapid flight.
I don’t know if it wants to separate itself to help the burning flame spread, or if it is timid and fleeing.
But this scene fell into the broken one-eyed moth eye in the female dancer’s head, and it felt that the pitch-black flame that should have been full of violence, nothingness and destruction... seemed to be crying?
The invincible pitch-black flame finally collided with the pure light flame, but it disappeared silently like a black snowflake falling into a blazing flame.
The female dancer saw this, and her eyebrows with fine scars wrinkled slightly.
"Even destruction is no longer pure because of this ancient glow."
"How can a destruction that is no longer angry continue to burn recklessly?"
"The glow of the Shadowless Kings is definitely not the glow of the Lamp."
"No wonder it specifically told me to come here last time..."
"It turns out that the tomb of the Shadowless Kings hides such a secret!"
The female dancer's eyebrows suddenly stretched out again, and it seemed that a group of deformed cocoons could be seen wriggling in the depths of her vertical pupils.
The broken one-eyed moth continued to flap its wings, and the slender snakes were ruthlessly abandoned and fell between her palms, crushed into blood dust and ignited dark flames.
Raising her hands and waving them around, the dark flames caused ripples of pain in the space.
The entire huge city has been buried in the dark sea of fire, and the hideous cracks on the city walls are spreading more and more.
The towering city wall finally came to an end under the dual attack of the Snakes of Qi and the Dark Flame, and it completely collapsed with a crack.
The guards on the top of the wall screamed and fell, and the city defense equipment that spewed out terrible flames also shattered and fell.
The tragic battle situation in the desert suddenly reversed, and the hard-attacked Flat Neck Snake Corps broke through the defense line of the Lion Corps like a whirlwind.
The Lion Soldiers who were not afraid of confrontation, not afraid of being broken, and would only fight until they were broken into pieces actually retreated unbelievably!
The Skinless People cheered and roared, waving the key-shaped giant sword to chase the defeated remnants.