Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 945 Frozen Tokyo
Before the morning mist had completely dissipated, a long red carpet had been laid out beneath the Tokyo Tower, where the vengeful spirits had been barely driven away, and many staff members were busy making final preparations.

The island nation's current prime minister nervously adjusted the collar of his sharp suit, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

What made him so nervous was that he was not welcoming an ordinary state guest today, but the British knight king who was about to become the savior of the island nation, riding a giant dragon across the ocean.

The other party is hailed as the only strongman on Earth who can rival or even defeat Superman of the League. It can be said that he is a nation in himself, which is why he was received with such high honors.

However, what truly made the island nation's prime minister nervous was the fake smile of the Alliance Superman standing beside him. The man's eyes, which occasionally flashed red, made him feel as if he were in a microwave oven, ready to ding at any moment.

But he had no choice but to come, and he had to do this, because it was the best opportunity for him to send a signal to the outside world. Only in this way could he deter the increasingly outrageous Superman and the League of Legends who had always been arrogant.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, the Frost Dragon ridden by the Knight King has arrived over Tokyo Bay!"

Just then, the clouds on the horizon were torn apart by an invisible force, and a huge shadow pressed down on the earth like a moving mountain. At this moment, it was clear to the naked eye what an incredible creation this was.

The Boeing airliner looked like a toy in front of this behemoth. Its ice-blue scales reflected a chilling light in the morning sun. The frost dragon with a wingspan of over 100 meters hovered above the Tokyo Tower. With each flap of its wings, it stirred up a gale mixed with ice particles, instantly covering the surrounding area with a layer of white frost, which gradually thickened.

It's practically a living weather weapon, capable of inflicting unbearable damage even on countries with vast land areas, and possessing the power to destroy island nations with small land areas.

Realizing this, the island nation's prime minister began to tremble uncontrollably. However, his body, which was close to the direction of the Alliance Superman, suddenly became hot, as if he were being roasted by a fire, or as if he were being heated from the inside out by some kind of ray. In short, he dared not even glance at it, let alone turn his head, for fear of losing his composure on the spot, such as kneeling down and begging for mercy.

The island nation's prime minister, who was well aware of the terrible character of this Alliance Superman, felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His legs became increasingly out of control, and his knees were almost about to hit the ground. Fortunately, he was supported by the superhuman bodyguard next to him. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he would have become a former prime minister.

In an island nation that is both extremely self-conscious and arrogant, if the prime minister were to perform such a grand gesture in front of foreigners, even if it were an accident, he would be condemned as a traitor, which would be tantamount to the end of his political career.

Compared to the tormented island nation's prime minister, the increasingly impatient Alliance Superman was considering whether to let the heat ray go out of control and swat down that damned fly that stole his thunder. At that moment, the Knight King, clad in silver armor, leaped off the back of the frost dragon, landing with a whoosh in the howling wind. He then plunged the artifact known as Frostmourne into the ground with a backhand, and knelt on one knee, bowing his head as if a knight were paying homage to the supreme king.

The island nation's prime minister, who instinctively bowed in return, was grinning from ear to ear. Unfortunately, he had no idea what this meant, because the sudden burst of ice had turned him into a complete ice sculpture.

A burst of heat rays erupted, and the Alliance Superman, whose expression changed drastically, broke free of his ice seal and soared into the air, hovering in mid-air. He stared warily at the Knight King, but his face turned extremely ugly because his steel body, which was impervious to blades and fire, was trembling due to the cold.

The Knight King paid no heed to the death of a prime minister, nor to the hostility of the Alliance Superman. Unparalleled power of frost and death was poured into this land with this sword, creating his own kingdom, a kingdom of only the dead.

After losing the protection of the Nine Provinces' fortune, death unleashed its power, plundering countless lives in an instant.

A ghostly blue death energy emanated from Tokyo Tower and spread rapidly outwards, attempting to envelop the entire city in a deathly icy aura.

Those humans who couldn't escape, their bodies instantly losing temperature and covered in frost, suddenly opened their eyes, flashing with an eerie green light. Clearly, in the instant of death, they were transformed into undead, becoming soldiers under the Lich King's command. The Knight King slowly rose, the frost on his silver armor forming grotesque patterns. The golden eyes that Da Ying had once described as a symbol of justice were now nothing but cold, lifeless silence.

He was no longer the knight king who protected Great Britain, but the lich king who spread death.

The Lich King looked down at Frostmourne in his hand, his withered face reflected in the blade.

Although he did not wear the Helm of Domination, the being behind the seal clearly had foreseen this and left its mark on all the artifacts. The Knight King naturally could not escape this calamity. Although he was not replaced, he also chose to fall because he saw the Burning Legion and countless worlds turned into dust.

In his utter despair and fear, he believed that only death could save the world. He was convinced that only death and ice could withstand the destruction and burning brought by the Burning Legion, because when all life turned into immortal undead, the Burning Legion would have no more targets, and the world could be redeemed in eternal ice.

A cold wind swirled ice particles across the Lich King's cloak as he looked up at the hesitant Alliance Superman.

The Allied Superman hovered above the Tokyo Tower, his face extremely grim, because his steel body was trembling slightly due to the corrosive power of death magic, proving that the opponent not only had the ability to harm him, but also the possibility of killing him.

The threat of death filled the fearless Superman with a mixture of shock and rage. He refused to believe that anything in this fragile world could harm him, but instinct made him clench his fists, and the red light in his eyes grew stronger.

As long as there is no threat, he is safe and can continue to act recklessly, but the fear is that he might not be able to defeat them.

The death wave continues to spread in Tokyo. On the once bustling streets, lifeless bodies drag their stiff steps and emit hoarse roars, constantly gathering into a massive undead legion. It's easy to imagine what this legion will bring next.

"You're insane!" Superman, who has never been kind in his life, couldn't help but say. Even though he considers himself a god and thinks that ordinary people are just toys to please him, he still thinks the other party is too extreme. These are tens of millions of people.

Unfortunately, the opponent was no longer the knight king who protected Great Britain, but a lich king consumed by death and ice, as well as his own inner fears, a madman and coward who believed that only death could bring salvation.

"I am saving this world, and only I can save this world," the Lich King said slowly.

Superman's super hearing allowed him to tell that the other party truly believed it, and he immediately began to lose his composure.

Although Superman had done his fair share of killing hostages before dealing with the kidnappers, he still felt that the other party was somewhat seriously ill.

And if the other party really turns this world into a land of only death, where will he find the envy and worship, the flowers and applause he needs?
Humans may be weak and foolish, but they can provide enough emotional value for him, therefore.
Sensing the hostility of the Alliance superhumans, the Frostmourne in the Lich King's hand trembled slightly, as if echoing the deathly aura on this land, and a great battle was about to break out.

(End of this chapter)