The earth cracked into a canyon, and magma gushed towards the ground, and then turned into black scorched earth in the heavy rain. With the awakening of the supreme in the earth's veins, the entire landform was changed.

"Is this...the Black King?"

Angers sighed slightly as he looked at the hellish scene in front of him.

Human beings have very limited understanding of this true dark emperor. The Secret Party may have made sufficient preparations, but who would have thought that the king would make the whole world boil after just awakening. They are facing not only the black king, but also the danger of the world collapse at any time. This is probably the most serious crisis in human history.

Fortunately... the king did not seem to have fully awakened.

He was still taking a nap in the rift, as if he was still recovering his strength.

"He must be killed..."

Anger looked extremely solemn as he looked at the dark figure in the rift valley. It was a hideous body covered with black cranes. It was not as huge as a mountain. It seemed to be only ten meters tall. Yes! He looked like a giant, but had a dragon head. Anger had no doubt that this guy could stand up and walk upright.

The body of half-human and half-dragon was full of power, which was the most suitable posture for fighting. At this moment, the king was dozing on the throne of the earth. With his breathing, the magma kept rising and falling, and the flames surrounded it. The stirring sparks hit his dark scales and extinguished instantly, reflecting the dead black light.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

His heart was beating vigorously, and it was getting faster and faster, and its power seemed to be rising. The beating heart was as majestic as the drum of war that destroyed the world. The earth was trembling.

"He must be killed before he wakes up completely!"

Yes, this is the unanimous judgment of everyone. The Black King Niedhog, just presenting himself, is pushing the world to perish. If he waits for him to fully awaken, he will definitely return the whole world to nothingness, the whole world will return to its original state, and the human era will end by him.

The redness of the sky was reflected on the faces of the elderly, and the destructive scene made these elderly people feel powerless.

"It's easy to say..." Han Gao's voice was deep, "Then the question is... how should we get to him?"

As he said, the king's temple is not so easy to reach.

How could the revival of the dark emperor not bring thousands of troops?

Things keep struggling to climb out of the dark scorched earth. They are all kinds of creatures buried here when the emperor resurrects, regardless of species. Now they are given new life and live for the emperor.

The twisted figures trembled one after another. They were covered with hideous black scales and sharp minions. They gathered together and formed a dark patch that protected the sleeping king.

"Are these Deadpools?" someone frowned.

“There are too many…”

Facing the group of Deadpools like a black tide, the old people retreated a little, and this was almost a war that would be defeated. They might not even have the qualifications to meet the king.

The emperor in the distance closed his eyes tightly, and he was too lazy to even look at them.

This is contempt, contempt from the Supreme.

The tiny human beings do not even have the qualifications to become this supreme opponent.

"All have arrived here, don't you want to back down, do you?"

Angers's face was unexpectedly calm, but if he knew him, he would see that he was actually more angry than ever.

Not everyone will fear the majesty of the emperor, such as him, Hilbert Jean-Angers.

He has been waiting for this day for too long.

"Is the Black Emperor? I will make you regret underestimating humanity."

Angers was wearing a black combat uniform and a memorable folding knife on his waist. Unfortunately, this folding knife was not so suitable for the current scene. However, he also carried an alchemy knife refined by the vice principal on his back, which was probably the strongest equipment that humans can forge.

Facing the endless Deadpool coming towards him, Anger's face showed madness.

He drew his sword with both hands and rushed into the Black Tide without any hesitation.

"Come on, let's start fighting!"

When everyone saw Angers moving forward, they no longer hesitated, and they all picked up swords and guns to attack. Because fear was useless, they had no way out. This is a war that determines the survival of the world. If they fail, they will be dead, and all they can do is to live to death!

"Don't worry! I'm here to put the team!"

The sudden sound made them feel more confident because it was the voice of the vice principal.

They saw the dusty old cowboy, watching him galloping on the ground with a long sword in his hand, and the secret silver sword left silver marks on the ground.

The old cowboy carried his treasures he had kept for many years to go to the battlefield, carving his highest masterpiece around it.

He held the silver knife in his hand and cut his palm. The red blood flowed down the tip of the knife. He stabbed the long knife into the ground. Blood poured into the ground along the long knife, passing through the marks with silver powder.

"Speaking Spirit·Precepts!"

The old cowboy roared like crazy, and blood flowed down her palms as if she was not free. When the bright red blood dyed the entire alchemy matrix red, the huge field unfolded from him, almost covering the entire dark tide formed by Deadpool.

He used the commandments to divide the battlefield and weaken the power of Deadpool, so that others could stand outside the commandments to use long-range weapons camps.

"Angers, if you can't kill him, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The vice principal scolded Angers who was rushing in front and hoarsely.

However, when he heard his scolding, Angers rushing in front of him smiled, "I knew you would come..."

He suffered a bloodshed at one point!

Anger forced blood to offset the effect of the precepts. He used the Spirit of Word. The large-scale precepts were not concentrated. After the blood was over, he could completely ignore them, but these deadpools were not good! Feeling the Deadpools who were weakened many strengths around him, Anger cut open his wrist with a long knife, and the cut was very heavy, and the blood flowers danced wildly as he ran.

Almost at the same time, the dark tide-like deadpools suddenly turned their heads to look at the oncoming old man. Their golden color of the words became much weaker because of the precepts suppressing their bloodlines, but they still looked at Angers with greed gazes.

It seemed to be attracted by blood. They focused their target on the old man and let others shoot guns and cannons, they just rushed towards the old man like crazy.

The Holy Lord fell down, and bullets were accurately embedded on the Deadpool's head, and its head exploded like fireworks, proclaiming their death like an will. Henkel looked at the old madman who was rushing in front and felt ashamed of himself. Angers used his blood to attract the Deadpool around him to hit his knife. He was obviously an assassin of time, but now he turned into a berserker dancing in the dark tide.

However, only Angers was among the people present who could fight freely in such a dense group of Deadpools under the precepts.

Angers had a lava-like gold flowing in his eyes, and Deadpool's movements were as slow as a special film in his eyes. He was like a destruction walking in a wax museum, holding a long knife in his hand, and a scarlet bloomed wherever he passed.

Influenced by his blood, the Deadpool group was as violent as hungry beasts, and the baby-like crying was intoxicating. They continued in chaos, without any order, and even some would step on their companions who were not running fast enough in front of them, trampling on their flesh and blood, and rushing towards Angers regardless of everything.

"Come on, come on!"

Anger shouted excitedly, the storm of death made him even more excited. Everyone should know that the president of Cassel College is actually the biggest killer in the academy. At this moment, his anger that he suppressed for many years was finally no longer hiding, and his true nature of killer was fully exposed.

He waved his long sword and cut off the heads of Deadpools without any mercy. He even hoped that these guys could shoot the team one by one. It would be even better if he could hold the knife and hit him. Obviously, these Deadpools would not be so obedient. Although they were all heading towards him, they would not line up.

"Angers, slow down! Do you really think you are Sparta?" Henkel cursed. Angers was already crazy and rushed too fast and they couldn't keep up at all.

"Cassel Academy is at this level? Can't you keep up?"

A rough and arrogant voice came from nowhere. Henkel heard the voice and was about to curse, but the black waves set off in the distance made him shut his mouth.

It was the Deadpool group that was overturned, a large number of Deadpools were instantly cut into two, and a wave of red and black was stirred up in the Deadpool group, and a black sun rose from the high ground.

That's the judgment and the dark day!

Erie's judgment cut off the way for the Deadpools to move forward. Uesugi was carrying a bunch of long-lost Japanese knives on his back. He held two handles with both hands and drew a perfect arc in the air. The two mottled and exposed arms were still strong and powerful.

He stood in front of Airi, naked, revealing the same dark tattoo on his back, with an excited smile on his face.

"You two protect Huiliyi, I will ask Anger to calculate the old accounts of the past!"

He gave an order to Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu who were guarding both sides of Erie, and then rushed towards the Deadpool group with Black Ridge on his head.

The blade drew a perfect circle, the arc was red and shiny, and the black sun was as quiet as death. He walked in the Deadpool tide, like the god of death walking on earth, anything close to him would be swallowed by the dark sun.

Henkel could not refute Uesugi's words because their level was indeed not so outrageous.

This guy rushed around in the Deadpool group like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus. If Anger relied on skills, he relied on the powerful spirit brought by pure brute force and bloodline.

Everyone listened to the ancient testimony chanting in a daze. At this moment, Uesugiki seemed to be standing in the flames of flowing clouds, extremely quiet and majestic.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and witnessed this scene of God coming. Rather than saying that it is a memorial, a memorial that reaches the realm of the Dragon King with a mere human body.

If there was no Black King in the distance, they would even believe that this guy was the arrival of a dragon king!

"This...is this what humans can do?"

"This is the emperor, the emperor from Japan, the last orthodox emperor's blood." Beowulf looked solemn. After the White King incident, they had more or less investigated information about Japan, "Is this Anger called? I heard that they were old friends."

Everyone looked at the black sun in the sky with joy. Now it was no longer a concern where the people came from. As long as it was humans, it was their help. In the face of the crisis of human survival, no one would care about who the friendly forces were. As long as you help kill the Black King, we are good friends!

But they may never have considered a problem, just as people who have not climbed Mount Everest will never imagine the scenery on the top of the mountain.

The Secret Party has been exploring for thousands of years, but has still only reached the brink of the dragon civilization.

Uesugi is still just an individual who approaches the Dragon King with a human body. So in the deepest part of that civilization, how terrifying is the Black King who is facing such a large-scale explosion of the Word Spirit in front of them at the moment and is still not disturbed by sleep?

As the Black King, how could Niedhog not feel the elemental fluctuations around him? But he was still sleeping and recovering his strength, not even breathing at all. Perhaps there were only two possibilities, one was that he really slept to death and was not awakened.

Another...is that people now show not enough power to alarm him.

He was like watching the clowns on the stage performing boring scenes on the audience stage drowsy.

The Black Sun slowly rotated, swallowing the air at an astonishing speed, causing a violent storm. In an instant, the wind direction of the entire battlefield changed towards Uesugi. The deadpools who rushed towards Angers were swept towards Uesugi by the fierce storm.

Anger also turned around and looked at Uesugi Yoko who was walking towards him in the distance. The two old men looked at each other, with provocative smiles on their faces.

"Are they... robbing monsters?" Someone couldn't help but complain.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you have time, you might as well increase your firepower for me!" Henkel cursed while changing the bullets in the gun, "Didn't you see that this number is not small at all?"

Yes, when people thought Angers and Uesugi had killed many Deadpools, they found that the number of Deadpools was no different from before, and they were still dark.

"How many Deadpools are there?"

Even Uesugi could not help frowning. Deadpool, like a tide, blocked their way to the imperial palace. If this continues, they will not be in front of the Black King and will be submerged by the Deadpool group.

Uesugiki swung his knife again, and the black sun shrank suddenly, and the sudden strong wind pulled the large group of deadpools over. Before they reached Uesugiki, they were ignited by the hot high temperature. However, near the black sun with thin air, they did not burn violently, but their bodies were red and shiny, like burning charcoal, which eventually turned into dust.

Uesugiki walked forward and walked to Anghem.

The burning corpse guards swung the knife into pieces. When the fragments touched the edge of the black sun, they turned into snow-white ashes, forming white ashes around the two.

"I don't know." Anger replied lightly, "but it seems unrealistic to kill them all."

"Then let's go straight to Huanglong?"

Uesugi had a smile on his face, and he roared and waved his knife. The roar was as shocking as a giant dragon. At this moment, he was like a real human-shaped dragon, and the long sword burned into red was like his sharp claws.

"Of course! Otherwise I wouldn't have come here either."

Anger looked at the Black King not far away with his eyes.
Chapter completed!