My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 404: Ominous shooting

Facing the best prey in front of him, he couldn't wait.

However, he failed to notice at all, after learning that there might actually be a group of half-dead old Biden in the darkness of this world.

Zhu Houcong's expression became slightly solemn.

It seems that I have more to do than I thought.

The demon in front of him is obviously the first opponent he will deal with.

The Chang Ge in front of him had pierced Zhu Houcong's skin, and the long-lost pain came, but Zhu Houcong did not make any dodge movement.

Large drops of golden-red hot blood flowed down Chang Ge, exuding an aura in the air that made the demons intoxicated. Even Yang Hou, who was holding a spear in front of Zhu Houcong, looked at the golden gold falling from the air to the ground in front of him. The blood, which came from the long dark night and severe cold since the fall of the Golden Crow in ancient times, and the hunting instinct engraved in his genes instantly controlled his body.

Looking at the Liutian Jiugui who was slightly dazed in front of him, although Zhu Houcong didn't know the specific reason, he obviously would not let go of such an excellent opportunity.

Zhu Houcong reached out and grasped the spear in front of him that had pierced his chest and was drinking his own blood.

It was not because he was blinded by the desire for victory that he did not hesitate to use this method to prevent the thing in front of him from becoming like the corpse-dissolving immortal again. He quickly recovered from his previous injuries after leaving the battle, so that Zhu Houcong's previous efforts could be restored again. Nothing.

Looking at the young man - or young man - who has grasped Chang Ge like an iron arm, which has been integrated with him for a long time, as the blood in the young body in front of him spurts out, the face of the young man in front of him It began to mature rapidly, and the blood that quickly fell into the air emitted a dazzling light like fireworks flying into the sky, and then burned out in a few seconds.

"The sun is shining——"

When Yang Hou was still surprised as to why the noble man in front of him, who was called the Duke of Zhenguo, did this, the familiar curse sounded again from the mouth of the person in front of him.

He realized something was wrong, and the sense of threat that came from nowhere made him tremble subconsciously from the bottom of his heart. It was a moment of intuition honed by escaping from the mouths of those terrible things that existed in the ancient night through thousands of deaths. Dominated His body.

The intuition of danger has long been his innate instinct, and without any hesitation, he handed over his newly condensed body to consciousness.

But even though His reaction was so quick and decisive, it was still too late for Zhu Houcong who had already made up his mind to completely destroy what was in front of him no matter what.

There should no longer be those old undead that should be buried deep in the dust on this land to interfere with reality.

This is the oath Zhu Houcong made after he came to this world.

He had promised the people of this land eternal peace and lasting peace.

He believed that his mission in this world was to put the world back on track, which had long drifted to who-knows-where.

Zhu Houcong's right hand grasped the rusty and bloody bronze spear in Yang Hou's hand in front of him.

He raised his head, and the long hair that grew wildly along with the change in appearance, like the female ghost in the movie of his previous life, covered the bright eyes on his forehead.

But Yanghou could still see the joyful fire in the eyes of the young man in front of him.

There is also a spear that is gradually taking shape in his left hand, but it is not pointed at him.

"Open the golden light—"

Under the slightly panicked eyes of Yang Hou in front of him, Zhu Houcong turned his spear and aimed it at the two noble heads behind him that were decorated with jewelry and jade and painted with gold paint by the Han people.

"Don't do this, we're not-"

Seeing that Zhu Houcong's goal was so clear, it was as if he knew where his soul card was.

Yang Hou tried hard this time, but he couldn't pull the Chang Ge out of the flesh and blood body in front of him. He couldn't help but panic, raised his head, and spoke in a calm voice with all his strength.

But the young man in front of him turned a deaf ear as if he hadn't heard anything.

Only his right hand grasped the ancient Changge inserted into his chest tighter and tighter.

There are also the incantations that are chanting faster and faster in the mouth and the golden red blood boiling in the blood. "Through the sky and the earth!"

After chanting to this point, the whole body of the young man in front of him radiated with golden light.

The long hair that had quickly spread over his knees was now on fire.

The pair of golden vertical pupils behind it were revealed, like some kind of cold-blooded reptile.

What a dragon——

Those abominable dragon species under Tianming’s command.

"Another King of Zhou!"

When he met the cold eyes in front of him.

Yang Hou roared loudly as if he had been stimulated by something.

He pulled the Chang Ge back hard, with such force that Zhu Houcong's tiger's mouth cracked inch by inch, and golden-red blood spurted out like a fountain from his chest.

At this time, Yang Hou's appearance was extremely terrifying, the bronze helmet on his head was cracked inch by inch, and the armor on his body became tattered as the anger in his chest became more and more intense.

The originally low and tired voice became high-pitched, like the roar of a wild beast, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The abomination from a land older than recorded history has finally revealed its true form.

The army is broken and the armor is broken, the defeated army is dead——

It was a time when the dead ruled over the living, and the losers bullied the winners.

He still remembered how the royal nobles of the Yin and Shang Dynasties knelt on the ground in fear, worshiping their dead ancestors, praying for their ancestors' protection, and fighting against the undead spirits born from the ground.

Especially when the king who shot the sun into the sky and tried to destroy this terrible world was punished by heaven and died suddenly.

No earthly king dared challenge the laws and laws of the supreme authority that once governed heaven and earth.

People in those ancient times were so afraid of the night and the immortal things in the night that emerged from their eternal sleep.

To the point of morbidity, even if they were building a palace, the kings of the Yin and Shang dynasties would kill hundreds of captives and sacrifice them to the ghosts in this land in exchange for not being harmed by them after they moved in.

However, for Zhu Houcong, everything is just history, and it is just history.

He has clearly understood his mission and needs to get everything absurd before him back on track.

The golden spear in his hand became more and more solid, ready to be taken out at any time.

The pain in his chest turned over in his body, and Zhu Houcong was glad that he could still feel the pain, instead of being numb along with the world.

He stared at the abomination before him, which behaved no differently in the face of death than any other mortal.

After he felt the fear emanating from Yang Hou.

He smiled. It turns out that you are no different from ordinary people.

Thinking of this, the golden spear in his hand turned into a dazzling beam of light and shot into the Jingguan behind him, and Zhu Houcong finally exhaled the final word.

"Unknown shot!"

(End of this chapter)