Sansheng Tea Huaxi Chapter

Chapter 1745 Advent of the God King [3]

"The emperor will definitely survive the catastrophe."

Although the dark clouds are so powerful and the shadows are so powerful, many protoss still have strong self-confidence in their hearts.

Each of them trusts Emperor Chongxi, he is the only protoss born from the stars, conceived by heaven and earth, with pure blood.

How can this catastrophe stump him?

"Well! Dijun will definitely get through it!"

"As long as you survive this catastrophe, the strength of the emperor will be improved to a higher level. By then, it will be easy for the king to land on the six realms. Don't dare to refuse!"

"The demon race, the ghost race, and the demon race are nothing. With the emperor here, the God Realm will be safe forever!"

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Located at the highest point of the Pantheon, Chonghua Palace overlooks the entire God Realm.

Looking from the Jiuzhongtian, there are countless Protoss gathered in the huge square, and the Eighth Heaven, Seventh Heaven... Wait, all the Protoss also came out, looking up at the dark clouds in the sky.

The dark cloud that looked terrifying did not scare them away.

The protoss with faith will never fall.

"Can the emperor feel the expectation in the hearts of thousands of gods?"

Under the dark clouds, a looming figure looms in the air, but it is still unclear whether it is fat or thin, tall or short, no one can see clearly.

The god of command descended slowly and stood behind the god king Chongxi.

The God Realm during the day has never been immersed in gray shadows like it is now.

This feeling of uneasiness is not only felt by ordinary people of the Protoss, but also in the hearts of the high-level Protoss.

The strong sense of uneasiness made the God Realm no longer as bright and prosperous as it used to be, and the unprecedented tranquility shrouded the brightest place in this world.

The sky is very dark, and the wind blows through it, giving it a chilly feeling.

That magnificent purple robe was like the most beautiful scenery in the world, even in the dark, it still exuded the brilliance of stars.

In the whole world, he is the only light, that soft light, with hope.

Chong Xi lowered her eyes and looked down, just glanced at it lightly, and then said: "It's actually the most stupid thing to have hope, isn't it?"

"Hope can become stupid anywhere, but only in the emperor, it is a matter of course." said the god of command.

"You believe it too?" Chong Xi asked lightly.

"I follow fate." Said the god of destiny, "follow the torrent of fate, neither turn nor turn back."

Chong Xi couldn't help showing a smile, "What if the torrent stops?"

Siming Zhizhi said: "Then, it will end with the end."

"It's sad to accept fate like this."

"Everything in the world is a prisoner of fate."

Hearing this, Chong Xi couldn't help being startled, then slowly turned around and walked back to Chonghua Palace.

The chessboard placed in the most conspicuous place hadn't finished playing yet. He walked to the side of the chessboard and picked up a piece, but he didn't drop it for a long time.

The God of Destiny watched from the side, and said: "This game of chess, the emperor has played for tens of thousands of years, and it seems to be the end. Is it a win or a loss?"

"What's the point of winning or losing?" Chong Xi said indifferently.

"It's easy to say that the catastrophe is coming soon. I hope that the emperor can end this round, so as to pray for a good omen." The God of Command said.

"Since it's fate, what's the use of begging for mercy?" Chong Xi said slowly, and suddenly raised her head, something in her clear purple eyes shrank tightly.

The chess piece in his hand fell with a 'clang'.

(End of this chapter)