Chapter 93: The King's Promise Never Needs to Be Questioned
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On the rooftop at the far end,
Fu Nian was sitting on the edge of the commanding heights, looking down at the parking lot below that was filled with firelight from time to time.
There was no trace of emotion in the pale golden vertical pupils, and there was an invisible coldness and arrogance between the brows. It was in sharp contrast to the cold white skin at this moment.
It was quiet around the parking lot, and even the whole building was quiet, as quiet as a deep forest, making it hard for people not to dare to take a deep breath.
Kazama Liuli stared at the man in front of him with his chin propped up and his legs crossed.
After crushing hundreds of elites from the fierce ghosts in the hall, all the disguise on this man was completely torn away.
What was revealed in front of him was a back that was as vast as ancient times. That back was beyond his reach. He finally determined what kind of existence he was in direct contact with.
The ultimate goal that the fierce ghosts are thinking about is God, which is to evolve into a pure-blooded dragon species, and evolve into that advanced species that controls power. Even the ultimate goal of the King General's current plan to resurrect the god is to evolve himself into
Pure blood dragon clan.
Their goal is to gain the greatest power and power in the world.
But this is simply an illusory and self-deceptive goal. Because the real God is walking in the world.
Just stand in front of him.
The king would never have thought that the god he had dreamed of and pursued all his life would simply sit in front of him. What his brother Yuan Zhisheng would never have thought was that Fu, who had just fought side by side with him and cut off his retreat in the name of loyalty,
read,
The next second, he was sitting on the Iron Throne, condescendingly admiring the battle during his escape.
In front of them was a drone that was flying vertically. There was a bright blue screen on the drone. On the screen, two figures that were very familiar to Kazama Ruri were fighting together crazily.
If nothing goes wrong, my brother Yuan Zhisheng will kill the general without any suspense. This is a battle without any suspense.
Kazama Liuli looked at the back of the figure sitting in front of him, and the accident he was talking about was this man's will.
The most fundamental reason why they appeared here and why they watched the battle between them in this way is that everything was planned. The elder brother appeared in the underground parking lot and the general Wang appeared here, both were one step ahead of the other.
In step's plan, the other party looked down at the intertwined flow of people with a completely different mindset.
At the moment when the heartstrings were gently plucked, a terrible encounter took place between them.
The young master of the eight Sheqi families, Amaterasu Minggen, and Wang Jiang, the supreme leader of the fierce ghosts, started a desperate fight.
No matter what the outcome is, this will become a huge powder keg that lights the fuse. No one knows whether the fuse will be detonated next to a large bomb or a brilliant fireworks.
But there is no surprise that they will eventually burn. The situation will eventually be chaotic.
"Will you keep your promise?"
Fengjian Liuli's voice came from behind Fu Nian.
The opponent's invisible terror made Kazama Ruri unable to feel the hope of resisting the opponent at this moment. Although he had never wanted to resist the opponent. But he was a kite that yearned for freedom. Even if his wings were burning, he still wanted to have a short sky.
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Fu Nian tilted his cheek slightly and looked sideways at Fengjian Liuli behind him with his pale golden vertical pupils. He didn't know what the other party was saying inexplicably.
He hasn't said a word since entering the rooftop, and the other party hasn't asked anything either.
"Do you know who I am?"
Although Fu Nian didn't know what the other party was talking about. But as far as the question was concerned, he didn't need to know what the other party was thinking.
"God." Kazama Liuli said without hesitation, with a firm voice.
"That's the name of your mythology. I walk in the world and don't live in history." Fu Nian shook his head gently.
"I'm not a mixed race. I should have known that from the moment I saw you, because I never hide anything."
"I didn't offend you by what I just did." Kazama Ruri once again mentioned the scene where he applauded the other party condescendingly in the hall. He lowered his body very low. This is because of his proud personality, Kazama Ruri
A scene that has never happened before.
Fu Nian raised his hand to stop the other party's behavior. "If you had, you wouldn't be standing in front of me now."
"I am the king of the earth and the mountains."
Boom!
Huge lightning suddenly struck Fengjian Liuli's mind. He knew that the other party was very strong, and he had made very exaggerated guesses about the other party's identity.
But when he really learned the identity of the other party, a sense of powerlessness from the inside out slowly emerged from his soul. He knew the history of the Dragon Clan, and the Sheqi Eighth Family used the history of the Black King to cover themselves up.
The nature of the descendants of the White King.
Four monarchs, four thrones.
As the second-in-command of the Fierce Demons, Ruri Kazama knows this better than anyone else.
Now one of the thrones suddenly descended in front of him. It was like a devout religious leader who suddenly found that God had descended in front of him.
"Sorry, I was too obsessed with it." Fengjian Liuli slowly saluted Fu Nian.
Fu Nian did not stop the other party's behavior. He sat on the steel throne he had made with his hand, looking at the darkness in the distance. There was no emotion in his vertical pupils. This was his most authentic state now.
He was happy but not angry. Gu Ao's majesty came in and out from every corner of his body. Even his mere movement of raising his hand would cause fluctuations in the surrounding force elements.
Cause changes in terrain.
"The King's promise never needs to be questioned." Fu Nian stared at the air in front of him and spoke slowly.
"Whatever I promise you is yours."
"Thank you very much." Fengjian Liuli's heart slowly fell. What he wanted was always simple. He had no interest in power, power, or even becoming a pure-blood dragon. It had never been his goal.
When he was a child, he was a soft, girl-like little boy. His biggest wish every day was to follow his brother. His biggest wish in the future was to always follow his brother. Wherever his brother went, he would go.
But this wish ended on that day when my brother's knife pierced his heart.
That day, the weak little boy Minamoto Najiro died, and the vengeful evil ghost Kazama Ruri crawled out of his body. He became better than his brother, more ferocious than the evil ghost, and finally
He became the Dragon King among the fierce ghosts.
At this time, his goal is also very simple, so simple that he is an Avenger. A childish Avenger.
But the king prevented him from achieving this goal and imprisoned him among the fierce ghosts to prevent him from taking revenge on his brother.
He was raised as a pawn among the fierce ghosts. He resisted the opponent countless times, but every time he would fall into the fear of the opponent's resurrection. Day after day, the existence of the king's general had become a concern in his heart.
A demonic shadow enveloped the heart of the little boy who was huddled in the corner and hugging his legs.
The storm after the god's resurrection, the temptation of power, and the power of pure-blooded dragons are all as dispensable in his eyes as billboards on the street. All he wants is freedom, and a grand question with his brother.
and farewell.
Finally, on the screen in Kazama Ruri's field of vision, the battle was over.
Without the slightest surprise, Yuan Zhisheng beheaded the king general. Just like he had done before, Spider Cut cut the king general's body into three pieces.
In a dark underground parking lot,
Yuan Zhisheng stared at the public minister's mask on the corpse in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and curiously stretched his hand to the other person's mask.
Within the Sheqi Eight Family, there was once unconfirmed information that the supreme leader of the Fierce Ghosts was not Ryoma. Ryoma was just the spokesperson for the demonic forces.
The real power of the fierce ghosts is the Dragon King and the king general behind them.
However, this information is just groundless. So far, the intelligence personnel of the eight Sheqi families who have infiltrated the Menggui community have not confirmed the authenticity of this matter.
Now Yuan Zhisheng was staring at the corpse that he had beheaded on the ground, and he thought of this inexplicably.
He didn't know whether the other party was a king general or a dragon king, but he vaguely knew that the other party's identity was definitely not simple.
The moment his palm landed on the mask, a strange sense of disharmony appeared in Yuan Zhisheng's hand.
The mask has the texture of the mask, and the skin has the texture of skin, but the two are completely integrated.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take the mask off his skin. It was as if the mask was the other person's skin.
Yuan Zhisheng's hands began to really exert force, and Huang's power surged between his fingers. Huge force was exerted on the mask, and the mask began to tear from the skin.
But Yuan Zhisheng's expression turned ugly.
In the end, he stared at the bloody mask in his hand and at the faceless corpse on the ground. The disgusting organs were blurred on the scarlet surface.
His eyes became thoughtful. Finally, he threw the mask in his hand casually. His windbreaker lifted up as his legs moved.
The mask behind him rose and fell in the black, and strange blood beads fogged up in the air.
The mask was spinning on the ground, scarlet was spreading freely into the darkness, and crisp sound ripples spread along the ground.
Finally, Yuan Zhisheng stepped into the Mercedes-Benz with his leather boots on.
The white minister slowly stopped on the ground, looking at the ceiling with a bright smile, which was strange.
Snapped!
The car door closed, the roar of the Mercedes-Benz was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, and red tail flames rose.
clatter!
The scarlet dripping from the darkness fell on the eyebrows of Gongqing's mask, like red beans falling between the white snow. It was ferocious.
The Mercedes-Benz suddenly shot up from the underground parking lot like a black cheetah.
Red blood beads slid down the raised mask.
The vehicle drifts on the ground.
Blood drops disappear in the darkness.
Fu Nian looked quietly at the general Wang who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and died tragically from above.
Kazama Ruri stared at Yuan Zhisheng who was steering the wheel with complicated eyes from behind.
At this moment, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction in the sky.
At the end of the midnight sky, the towering Paradise Pavilion was shrouded in darkness. There was no hope, and he could not see any light.