Necropolis Immortal

tates dare interfere with their actions.

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The appearance of the king soldier and others failed to deter those of the ten divine nations.
Another ten crossbow bolts whistled in from ten different directions after the Aer Crossbows failed to connect with their mark.
The ultimate weapons of all ten divine nations were firing at the same time!

The rulers of the ten nations each wielded crossbows of light.
Bolstered by the eleven potentates, there was no limit to the amount of strength that the rulers could bring to bear.

Roaring angrily, the king soldier pointed the pagoda toward Lu Yun to protect his master.
He knew full well what kind of power all ten weapons combined would result in.
Perhaps they still wouldn’t come close to a divine weapon of sequence, but some part of their marvelous strength could circle past the hammers and mash Lu Yun into a pulp.

The Army Pagoda released the strongest power it could currently bring to bear and swept nearly tangible curtains of aureate light in all sides.
When the ten crossbow bolts sank into the curtains, it was like they were swallowed by a bog.
However, they were still able to release an exceedingly odd strength that instantly broke through the pagoda’s defenses and slammed into Lu Yun’s Glacial Fire Hammers.

Blood dribbled out of Lu Yun’s mouth.
HIs method of nothing was being affected and the hammers were losing some of their potency!

“The ten who crafted the greatest weapons of the divine nations are stronger than the overlord of Ice!” He realized with shock and swiftly thought better of his tiny arrogance.
As strong as the overlord was, the ten founders—whether of the ten divine nations or the Ten Valleys of Evil—were even greater!

Even just a singular Violetgrave was the materialization of the Nether Hell! The other nine would be as equally impressive as her.

The three thousand true kings regrouped and rushed Lu Yun.

“Whoever comes up will die!” snarled the king soldier as a blade appeared in his hand.
He led his men in a howling charge at the true kings.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Immortal King will soon be dead.
Do we kill him, or do we capture him to see what makes him so special?” asked the Metal Potentate.
“When I visited Multitude City earlier, I couldn’t break its defensive formation.”

“Kill him so we can avoid loose ends,” the Yang Potentate responded noncommittally.
“Whatever makes him special is his alone.
If we capture him, that will only turn out badly for us.”

“In that case, we will kill him and eliminate all chances of redemption.” The others nodded and materialized from the void, attacking Lu Yun at the same time.

“Do you see that, Dao King?” smiled the Curse King.
“Lu Yun will still die though you’ve restrained me.”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Glyphs intersected beneath the Dao King’s cross-legged position—a primitive trajectory of the fourth realm.
Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of them formed a cage in the air and trapped him and the Curse King.

A massive roar echoed as soon as the Curse King finished speaking.
Amid gazes of astonishment, a black qilin as large as a purple crystal mountain stepped out of the void and crashed through the eleven potentates’ attacks with a single fore claw.

“The black qilin from the lost ancient city… It abstains from the conflicts of the Hongmeng and even gave up a position as the fifth ancestral god, so why is it getting involved now?” The Yang Potentate and others greeted the development with unwelcome surprise.

Next to the black qilin also came the azure dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, and black tortoise ancestral gods.

etvolare's Thoughts

…because Lu Yun promised it a massive carrot?