C213 The Leader of the Merfolk
C213 The Leader of the Merfolk
These monsters in front of him... Something was not right.
These monsters with fish heads and human bodies were completely different from the demons and devils that he usually killed. They had the strength of a ghost, but they weren't brainless ghosts. They had the intelligence of a demon. But they're not human. Furthermore, every monster with a fish head and a human body had a powerful martial skill that had been tempered countless times.
These things... could they be the personal guards of the Ghost God?
Those doorkeepers that followed Tian Heng here were pierced one after another by tridents or spears. They were raised in the air and then thrown far away.
They, who used to kill demons and devils while chatting happily, could not even stop them.
They could not defeat...
Tian Heng knew very well that if the guest under him was really that strong, he would have recovered a long time ago. However, in reality, these mercenaries were barely able to fight against the Qin army.
Not to mention against the personal guards of these Ghost Gods.
Perhaps restoring the country was just a dream from the start. That old undying had long won everything and restored the glory of the Great Zhou. Meanwhile, he and those survivors of the Six Nations were still living in that era where heroes rose up together, unwilling to wake up.
However, dreams always woke up.
Think about it, at least I died in battle, never lowering my head. As for that old undying, perhaps he will die in a wheelchair.
For his whole life, he was all-powerful, but in the end, he died in a wheelchair. ...
As if he had thought of something interesting, Tian Heng laughed loudly as he faced the Deep One's spear.
Looking at Tian Heng who was laughing maniacally, the mermen were somewhat puzzled. However, they still took the opportunity to stab the weapon in their hands into Tian Heng's body, lifting him up in midair.
Feeling the sharp pain coming from his chest, Tian Heng revealed a twisted smile.
From the generation of Mo Di, the Mo Sect had only killed demons and devils. That old undying twisted his Ancestral Master's teachings and took the initiative to attack the human race. He wanted to see what face he would have to face his Ancestral Master after his death.
But he was different.
He had died in a battle with demons and devils.
Qi Mo's sect had died in vain.
However, it was still not enough.
Using his last bit of strength, he clenched the sharp sword in his hand.
He didn't even kill a monster... How could he have the face to meet the patriarch...
The monster with the head of a fish and the body of a human swung its spear.
In midair, it looked at the sharp sword that had left its hand.
The sharp blade pierced through a Deep One's throat and firmly nailed it to its neck.
Throwing the sword... this was a move left behind by that old undying being.
He didn't think that he would still need to use this in the end...
But it didn't matter, he would at least take one with him.
On the pile of corpses, tian Heng laid on the corpses of those doorkeepers, looking up at the night sky, weakly waiting for his own death.
In the night sky, a cold light entered Tian Heng's eyes.
That old bastard also came...
Alright, I'll leave the rest to you guys.
Tian Heng's body became colder and colder. He closed his eyes, and his lips weakly moved. He was chanting the slogan that had been forgotten by the world a long time ago.
"The Hundred Schools of Thought, slay the demon... eliminate the devil."
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Deep One Priest was looking at the Deep One corpse in front of him with a headache. A sharp sword was stuck in the throat of the corpse.
He thought that nothing would go wrong in this battle. The enemy was just a weak short-life seed. Whether it was in terms of physical fitness or combat experience, they were much weaker than Dark Spawn. So he gave up on controlling the tide. Instead, he let his soldiers out to fight as they pleased. In his opinion, this kind of weak race... Any Dark Spawn with his eyes closed would be able to fight ten of them.
Controlling the tide was also very tiring. If he could take a break, he would take a break.
But... something happened.
Deep One Priest pulled out a sharp sword from the throat of the corpse and looked at it.
The processing technique was not precise, but it was very sharp. At least it was enough to cut Dark Spawn's throat open.
He had been careless...
It was no different from eating fish and getting stabbed by fish. No matter what reason he found, he could not cover up his dereliction of duty. He could already start dealing with the aftermath.
"That..." Deep One Warrior came over. "Priest, what should we do?"
"What should we do?" Deep One Priest wiped his face. "Go back and wait for the hair to fall! What else can we do?"
"Carry the corpses up!" Deep One Priest waved the trident and commanded the soldiers. "Give God an explanation! If the gods say something nice, our crime will be lighter..."
A cold light with a sharp whistling sound fell from the sky.
This is...
Deep One Priest instinctively waved the trident and the ray of cold light that shot towards him fell to the ground.
Looking at the item that powerlessly fell to the ground, Deep One Priest frowned.
Is this... a short spear? But the spear shaft is too thin... no!
An unknown shout came from afar.
If Tian Heng was still alive, he would definitely be able to recognize him. This was the thing that he hated the most, and also the thing that the old undying was best at.
"Wind! Wind!"
Accompanied by a shout, dark clouds rose from the distance, and flew towards the Deep One army.
Looking at the cold lights in the dark clouds, Deep One Priest let out a breath.
This was not a short spear, but a weapon that could only be found on land.
It was an arrow.
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On the magnificent and enormous chariot, a middle-aged man wearing a black crown put down the powerful bow in his hand.
"I'm old." The middle-aged man with white hair sighed, "Even ghosts can't kill me."
"What you said..." The white-haired old man in the wheelchair laughed. "Then I should be buried."
"Teacher, your body is much better than mine, don't say that..."
"However, you don't need to be too calculative about your personal strength. You are the emperor. "
The white-haired old man named Guu Lih raised his arm and pointed at the soldiers who were raising their crossbows not far away.
"They are your arrows."
"Yes..."
The middle-aged man nodded.
"Wind!" A military officer holding a sword shouted loudly, "Wind!"
The soldiers had been waiting for this moment for a long time. It was such an honor to have the Ancestral Dragon personally choose his target.
Therefore, he had to...
Medium!
Beng -
The sound of the crossbow firing rang out continuously as dark clouds rose from the formation and flew towards those fish-headed humanoid monsters.
With a sharp edge.
"Look." The white-haired old man pointed at the dark clouds. "These are your arrows. One man is short, two men are long. The reason why our human race is able to fight against the heavens and earth is because of unity. As long as we are united from top to bottom, there is nothing that cannot be broken..."
The old man's words came to an abrupt halt.
Looking at the landing point of the dark clouds, the white-haired old man and the middle-aged man sucked in a breath of cold air.
The fish-headed monsters waved the weapons in their hands and easily blocked the rain of arrows.
Under the rain of arrows, the monsters did not suffer any casualties.
Such strength...
In the old man's sight, the tide rose.
Those fish-headed monsters jumped back into the water, then they were carried by the huge waves and rushed straight towards him.
Killing intent overflowed into the heavens.