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Chapter 422 A Different Glow
The snakes screamed and the power of the hole was transformed into a tangible light mist, spreading in all directions.

The power bursting out from the screams of the snakes and the impact released by the wild twisting of the snakes are naturally in the form of a group of snakes, as vicious as poisonous snakes, as difficult to deal with as pythons, and as venomous as the king of snakes!

The light mist of Qi charging in the front transformed into a ferocious posture with open jaws, attacking both the five emperors in front of it and the towering city walls behind it.

The cracks of dismantling meandered on the ancient and thick city walls, and fine scars covered the walls. The magnificent city walls like mountains gradually broke apart.

The twisted dark purple light mist thinned the surging tide of light, and the vicious poisonous snake took the opportunity to drill under the sand, twisting and crawling between the gravel and soil until it came to the bottom of the throne of the Shadowless Kings.

He suddenly jumped out from the ground and slammed into the marble shadowless throne!
The snakes shattered and splashed, and the splashing purple mist splashed at the bottom of the throne.

The cracking scars bloomed with a crisp sound, and the shabby marble throne was shattered into pieces under the devastating attack of the light mist snakes.

The skeletal-looking Shadowless Kings lost their thrones and were forced to tread humiliatingly on the sand covered with snakes.

The king of the world, the great king, the founder of the Shadowless Empire - Cyrus the Great, his scarred bones leaped up at the moment the throne collapsed.

The skeleton, covered with cracks and scars and with a dazzling glow inside its head, leaped into the air, shining as brightly as the midday sun!

He landed heavily on the ground, and the dust he raised was mixed with extraordinary light, turning into shining bullets that flew out and smashed countless snakes of light fog.

Unlike his cowardly descendants, Cyrus the Great was the first king of the Achaemenid Empire!
He fought on the battlefield all his life. Even at the age of 61, he did not choose to stay in the luxurious and comfortable palace to enjoy his old age, but chose to continue to send troops to conquer!
Until the last moment before his death, Cyrus the Great was still fighting!

Even if his head was chopped off after death, he would still drink his fill of blood!

Even though he has been dead for many years, his bloodthirstiness has not dried up, and his will to fight has never been extinguished!
The glow within the dry skull suddenly swelled and bloomed. The light on Cyrus the Great's body also began to boil, and the glow that made up his flesh, blood, and luxurious clothing changed shape.

The sharp heavy-tailed short spear, the thick oval shield, and the armor that had accompanied him in battles for many years!
Cyrus the Great held up his spear, and the glow in his head was throbbing with excitement.

"My descendants! The kings of the Achaemenids!"

"Follow me! Follow your original king and fight together!!!"

"Filthy bug, despicable Forsworn...coward who fled the battle!!!"

"Atone for the mistakes made by your ancestors!!!"

"Great Ormuzd, Lord of Wisdom, Lord of Light, Lord of Order and Truth!"

"Please grant us infinite light!!!"

Five spiritual roars that resounded through the sky burst out, and the violent glow cleared the withered yellow color of the bones, and all the colors of decay, pain, and weakness faded away.

Their weapons and armor were covered with pure white light like flowing flames, the sand they stepped on also faded to pure white, and even the space they walked through became exceptionally pure!

That light is pure and holy, yet contains a primitiveness and antiquity beyond imagination... familiar yet extremely strange.

"This doesn't seem to be the glow I know..."

The female dancer whispered softly, her voice was hoarse and crisp, deep and loud, as if two voices were sounding at the same time.

In just a moment of distraction, five shining skeletons of emperors had already rushed in front of her!
The dark purple mist that continued to spread out fell on the Shadowless Kings, but it had no way of breaking through the layer of defense of the blazing flames. Amid the crackling sound of corrosion, its color faded and turned into the pure white it was at the beginning.

The pure white from the beginning is rushing towards the female dancer!

The broken scaly wings behind the head vibrated slightly, and chaotic scales sank onto the graceful yet terrifying soul. Countless snakes that grew out of the beautiful body suddenly began to chant ancient songs.

The tune of the ballad is very strange, like a sad cry, like a low whisper, like a loud and graceful song, and like a passionate song!
The female dancer suddenly pulled down the five slender snakes that were twisting wildly in front of her chest, squeezed them hard, and black and sticky flames splashed out as the flesh and blood exploded.

If the glow of the Shadowless Kings is the purest white, then the fireworks in her palms are the purest black!
Pure white fades away all colors in the world, and pure black swallows up all brilliance!
The female dancer raised her hand and shot out five jets of dark flame.

The pain and resentment of the five slender snakes being sacrificed were mixed into the black flames, which were its first fuel.

But this is far from enough, and it is far from satisfying the insatiable desire of the black flame - it desires to devour more, desires to burn more, and desires to destroy more!

The twisted and struggling Dark Flame swallowed up the retreating dark purple mist in large gulps, and the dark flame burned even more violently.

Boring! Boring! Boring!

These keys are so bland, without any hatred or pain, and they burn worse than the stubborn stones in a cesspool!
Light, glow, the original glow, the long-lost and lost glow...that is the fuel we desire most!

That, that is our former glory!
Only when the lost self is destroyed, that is the real destruction!!!

The pitch-black flame roared madly, but as it flew rapidly, it dropped bits of scattered dark flame remnants.

I don't know whether he wants to divide himself to help the flames spread, or if he is cowardly and running away.

But when this scene fell into the broken one-eyed moth eye in the female dancer's head, it seemed that the dark flame that should have been full of violence, nothingness and destruction... seemed to be crying?
The invincible black flame finally collided with the pure light flame, but disappeared silently like black snowflakes falling into a blazing flame.

When the female dancer saw this, her eyebrows, which were covered with fine scars, frowned slightly.

"Even destruction is no longer pure because of this ancient glory."

"How can the 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 brows suddenly relaxed again, and she seemed to see a deformed cocoon wriggling in the depths of her pupils.

The broken one-eyed moth continued to flap its wings, and slender snakes were ruthlessly thrown away and fell between her palms, where they were crushed into bloody dust and ignited dark flames.

He raised his hand and waved it around, and the dark flames created ripples of pain in the space.

The entire huge city was completely buried in the dark sea of ​​fire, and the hideous cracks on the city walls spread further and further.

The towering city wall finally came to an end under the dual attack of the snakes of Qi and the black flames, and it collapsed completely with a crack.

The guards on the wall fell down screaming, and the city defense equipment that spewed out terrible flames also shattered and fell down.

The situation of the fierce battle in the desert suddenly reversed, and the hard-attacked Flat-necked Snake Legion broke through the Lion Legion's defense line like a whirlwind.

The lion soldiers, who were not afraid of confrontation or being broken, and would only fight until they were shattered, actually retreated incredibly!
The skinless men cheered and roared, waving their key-shaped giant swords and chasing the retreating remnants.

(End of this chapter)