Palace of Heavenly Kings

Chapter 288 Condor Badge
Zon, who was volleying towards the middle-aged man, suddenly let out a strange cry and flew backwards.

But that golden light seemed to have eyes, and continued to chase Zon and fly away.

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

Zon screamed strangely while flying away.

Charle laughed strangely in a hoarse voice: "Oh, dear Edward Zorn, if you need help, please call my name loudly! By the way, please call me by my full name, Max, Charle!"

Zon cursed angrily: "Charles, you really should go to see God!"

Char also imitated Zon just now, crossing his arms gloatingly: "Oh, sorry, that old thing is the belief of the bastards in the court, and we dark wizards never believe in him!"

The speed of the vampire is extremely fast, but it is still not as fast as Chen Mo's flying sword.

Seeing that Zon's situation was not good, Char immediately began to chant spells, one black energy barrier after another blocked the Zhantian Sword.

But the Zhantian Sword was as powerful as a bamboo, directly piercing through the energy barrier summoned by Char, and continued to slash towards Zorn.

Zon was terrified and yelled loudly: "Oh no, who can tell me what the hell this is! A cruise missile?"

With a golden tail light, Zhan Tianjian directly cut towards Zon.

"Damn it, I'm going to blow you up!"

Zon knew that he couldn't escape, so he could only fight hard, and punched Zhan Tianjian.

"Zon, you idiot, don't you know how to escape? How can I have a pig teammate like you!" Seeing Zon resisting the Heaven Slashing Sword, Charl yelled angrily.

"what!"

Zon let out a miserable scream, and half of his bloody arm fell from the air.

Only then did Zhan Tianjian suddenly turn back, flying towards the middle-aged man lying on the ground, with a bang, and stabbing in front of him.

"My hand, damn it, who can tell me what it is!"

Zon hugged the severed arm, looked at the Zhantian Sword less than a foot long, and yelled ferociously.

Char was thoughtful, and said in a deep voice: "This seems to be the flying sword in oriental myths and legends!"

Looking at the strange flying sword stuck between his calves, the middle-aged man burst into tears with excitement, not because the rescuers appeared, but because he could finally bring the news back to Kunlun.

"Who is it? Who attacked us! Come out!" Zon yelled to the surroundings. The vampire's powerful healing ability allowed him to quickly grow a new arm from the broken arm.

The sand on the ground suddenly trembled, which immediately attracted the attention of the three of them.

A vortex appeared out of thin air, and a gap more than two meters wide was opened on the ground. A slightly thin boy stepped out of the air slowly. It was not until he stood on the ground that the ground stopped shaking and everything returned to calm.

Zon looked at Chen Mo in horror, and exclaimed, "What are you?"

He was a vampire himself, and it felt a little funny to ask what a person was at this moment.

But Chen Mo came out from the ground, which is not something that a single person can do. Zon naturally suspects that Chen Mo is not human.

Chen Mo glanced at Zuo En lightly, with a slightly surprised expression on his face: "It turns out that there are descendants of blood races on Earth, but it's a pity that the blood races are too impure, and compared with the real blood races in the starry sky, they are a thousand miles away. . At best it’s a hybrid!”

Char's hoarse voice laughed strangely: "Oh Zon, he's calling you a bastard!"

Zon glared at Char angrily, and scolded: "Char, you bastard, shut up!"

Then, Zon bared his fangs at Chen Mo: "Boy from the east, you dare to insult the honorable Edward family members. On behalf of that old guy in God, I declare that I must suck your blood dry!"

Chen Mo was unmoved, and turned his eyes to the black-robed Charl, frowning slightly: "A human being, but sacrificing his soul to a foreign god, you are not worthy of living in this world."

This time, it was Zon's turn to laugh at Char: "Char, did you hear that, he said you don't deserve to exist in this world at all!"

Zon leaned forward and back with a smile, even patting his chest.

Although the two are teammates, because they are ranked [-]th and [-]th in the death organization, they have always refused to accept each other and competed with each other.

"Little brother, are you from Kunlun?" The middle-aged man lying on the ground looked at Chen Mo and asked expectantly.

Chen Mo turned his gaze to him and nodded. Although he has already traveled to the void of the universe, his roots are still here.

Even in the past six hundred years, he still cannot forget this land.

"Great, can I ask you something?" The middle-aged man asked with a pleading expression.

Although the middle-aged man was dressed strangely, and there was a blue sword engraved between his eyebrows, but Chen Mo could tell at a glance that those were all disguises, and he was an out-and-out Kunlun native.

"Let's talk." Chen Mo said calmly, he would not show much enthusiasm to a stranger.

The middle-aged man took out a silver badge from his pocket. An eagle was engraved on the badge, and the eagle's head was dyed gold.

"If you return to Kunlun, please take this badge to the capital to find Yang Dingtian, and tell him that the Death God Organization has begun to assassinate Kunlun martial arts masters, so that he must not act rashly, and defend against the enemy and outside the country!"

Chen Mo looked at the Condor badge and hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to interfere with official matters.

Zon smiled strangely from the side: "Boy Dongfang, I advise you to think clearly, if you dare to promise him, no matter where you hide, our death organization will definitely kill you!"

The middle-aged man said anxiously: "Little brother, it's about the safety of Kunlun, please!"

Chen Mo looked at the middle-aged man. From his eyes, Chen Mo saw a soldier who was willing to sacrifice his life to defend the security of the motherland.

"I promise."

Chen Mo said indifferently, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the eagle badge flew into Chen Mo's hand in the air.

Then, Chen Mo raised his head slightly, and looked at Zon in a demonstration, with an expression of what you can do to me!
As for what the death organization is, Chen Mo didn't care at all.

Zon bared his fangs angrily, and shouted at Chen Mo: "Boy, I want to send you to see God!"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, stood in front of Chen Mo, and shouted: "Little brother, I'll stop them, you go, you must take my words back!"

Chen Mo said lightly: "No need."

Stretching out his hand for a move, the Zhantian Sword flew towards Chen Mo, circled three feet above Chen Mo's head, and let out a sword groan.

Zon let out a roar, and rushed towards Chen Mo at a high speed. The advantages of the vampire's speed and strength were brought into full play.

Charle finally showed his hands, which turned out to be a pair of wrinkled, dead wood-like hands.

"Great God of Darkness, please heed the call of your most loyal servant and grant me the power of darkness!"

Char opened his hands towards the sky, and sang shrillly from his mouth.

In the void, a gap suddenly opened, and a ball of black energy radiating electric light appeared in Charles' hands.

Char opened his mouth and laughed hoarsely: "Boy from the East, you are dead."

"Light of Hell!"

The ball of black energy turned into a black lightning with the thickness of an arm, and struck Chen Mo directly.

"Little brother, back quickly!" The middle-aged man was shocked, and flew in front of Chen Mo, trying to block the blow for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo flipped his palm, and a yellow bronze mirror appeared. With a light grip, a circle of pale yellow light covered him and the middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)