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Chapter 289: Holy Soldiers, White Crows, Power of Death
End of the meeting.

The Qionglong Emperor walked out of the meeting room with a heavy face.

Having the same expression as him were the thirty or so diplomatic representatives from various countries.

The prophecies in the Book of Omens conveyed by the Gospel Pope were so terrible that even Ying Guang, an emperor-level powerhouse, was unable to judge what to do for a moment.

He knew that it was no longer up to him to decide the matter.

What we need to do now is to report to Emperor Yinglong immediately, and then the supreme leader of the empire will make arrangements.

So he did.

After a phone call, Ying Guang received simple instructions from Emperor Yinglong - to immediately lead the younger generations back to Yinglong Tiandu, and the leaders of other temples would also gather in Yinglong Palace to discuss follow-up actions.

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Zhou Yan and his group returned from the Holy Hyogo to the reception residence outside the Holy Court. Before they had rested for long, they ran into Ying Guang who had returned in a hurry.

Seeing the serious look on the Dragon King's face, everyone realized something was wrong.

Chu Changying asked directly: "Uncle Guang, what's wrong? What's the situation with the Book of Omens?"

The Dragon King said hurriedly, "Let's discuss the details aboard the Feiyun first. We will return home immediately."

Chu Changying immediately asked: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The Dragon King turned around and said, "Hurry up and get on the boat first!"

Under his strong urging.

Everyone immediately packed their luggage in a hurry, headed to the Holy Court airport and returned to the Feiyun.

Soon, the Feiyun took off quickly.

Stay in your room.

Zhou Yan looked out the window and saw several large aircraft taking off from the airport.

What exactly did the Book of Omens predict that caused such a hasty situation among countries?

Two minutes later, as the Feiyun gradually rose to a certain altitude, Zhou Yan felt a wonderful spiritual fluctuation returning.

He reacted immediately.

The fluctuations came from the Yinglongju motorcycle and the black coffin beside him. He was now able to control the extraordinary powers of the divine machine and the holy weapons.

Among them, Ying Longju's super-mind circuit was already familiar to him, but Zhou Yan had not yet tried the abilities contained in his newly acquired Black Coffin Holy Weapon.

"Didn't I tell you?"

An unreal voice rang in my ears.

Zhou Yan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Death sign, I didn't expect you to be able to show up."

But he saw a pale bird appear above the black coffin that he had placed beside the bed.

It looks a bit like a crow.

He reached out to touch it and found that his palm passed through the white crow without any hindrance.

A phantom?
The white crow calmly watched Zhou Yan's hand pass through its body, then flapped its wings leisurely and jumped from the black coffin to Zhou Yan's shoulder:
"Without the suppression of that strange power, it's just a matter of revealing the mental images bit by bit. It's not difficult at all."

"Oh? Can other holy soldiers do what you have done?" Zhou Yan's heart moved slightly when he heard the word 'mind image'.

This means that the "Death Beast" sealed in the black coffin can still show its true appearance even when it is sealed?
This is different from what he knew about the Holy Soldiers.

Although normal holy soldiers can also mobilize the power of the monsters in their cores, it is impossible for those monsters to have the same intelligence as this death omen monster, let alone be able to summon their own appearance.

The white crow jumped twice on his shoulders.

"Don't compare those inferior things to me. I am a sign of death, yes"

White Crow tilted his head: "I am...what?"

Then, Zhou Yan watched the stupid bird start to jump around in frustration, shaking its head wildly.

"Damn it! Damn you Gospel Pope! How dare you fool me!"

Looking at the silly bird's appearance and its angry consciousness fluctuations, Zhou Yan probably guessed something.

Although this deathly omen monster cannot be killed, as it was sealed by the Pope and forged into a holy weapon, except for some instinctive abilities, its own memories are probably all sealed or erased.

Not bad.

Zhou Yan smiled slightly and interrupted the white crow's rage: "Don't get mad here. If you can't explain it, I'll try it myself."

He raised his right hand, and the glowing patterns of the Holy Marks of the Gospel appeared on the back of his palm.

The spirit surged, and delicate spells appeared on the golden chains on the black coffin and the surface of the coffin, and the spells quickly lit up with bright light.

The next moment, starting from the holy mark on the back of his right hand, a large number of holy marks like light paths instantly covered the surface of his body.

A large amount of power surged towards him from the black coffin in a miraculous way.

These powers attached to the holy scar light path on his body, providing him with a huge amount of power.

This power is abundant and can be mobilized at his will, but it is not inferior to his feelings and is similar to the help provided by the liberation state of the divine machine.

Probably, it is equivalent to the level of the second gear!
[You have been eroded by the chaos factor, but have been exempted from it]

The reminder of [order] flashed through Zhou Yan's mind, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

As expected, the erosion of the so-called holy soldier power had no effect on him as a walker of order.

The white crow standing on his shoulder jumped wildly:

"What are you doing? Why can you use my power without paying any price?"

Zhou Yan chuckled: "It's not without cost, isn't it my spirit that is consumed? I just treat you as a gun, but I still have to pay for the bullets." "Gun? Bullets? What are they?"

The white crow was angry and curious at the same time.

Obviously, after it was sealed and made into a holy weapon, it has been kept in the Holy Weapon Treasury, and no one will come to teach it the knowledge of this world.

Zhou Yan was too lazy to explain to it, and continued to explore deeper powers.

He looked at his body, which was covered by a thin layer of white holy light.

In its current state, it matches Shen Ji's second gear mode, which can provide him with a lot of power, defense, and speed.

Slightly clench your fists and you can clearly feel a significant increase in strength.

Compared to his current basic condition, it has been improved by about half.

Using the previous "physical data" as an analogy, the value has increased by about "250".

Overall, they are slightly inferior to Shen Ji, and consume more mental energy.

It should be that the divine machine can rely on energy crystals for additional energy, while this holy weapon relies purely on the user's spirit to transform the stigma into power.

Then if we transform the "divine orifice" into a higher quality spirit to activate it.
Do it as soon as you think of it. Zhou Yan directly increased the quality and frequency of his mental energy.

The holy marks on the body surface shone brightly again, and the holy light surrounding the whole body was highly condensed, and it actually turned into a layer of energy shell that seemed to be real.

Zhou Yan felt that with the help of this energy shell, the power he could exert had doubled.

"This is probably the basic strengthening effect of the Holy Soldier's 'third gear mode' against the Divine Machine."

Zhou Yan was thinking about something, but increasing speed and strength was not the most critical effect of the third gear.

The most important thing is to be able to manipulate the extraordinary power contained in this holy weapon.
Zhou Yan reached out without hesitation and grabbed the skeleton mask on the front of the black coffin, took it off, and pressed it on his face.

At this moment, wearing the pale skeleton mask, he looked like the embodiment of horror.

Then, he felt that his spirit had established a closer connection with a certain existence in the black coffin.

The white crow on his shoulder let out a loud laugh.

"Boy, I have tasted your spiritual power. Come and try it. I have the invincible power!"

Zhou Yan chuckled and pointed his finger forward.

The next moment, the countless golden chains wrapped around the surface of the black coffin loosened slightly.

The lid of the black coffin quietly opened a crack, and a terrifying aura spread. A large number of pale illusory chains shot out from the crack, instantly completely entangled a table ornament that Zhou Yan casually pointed to.

Under the influence of the mysterious force, the colorful surface of the ornament quickly turned gray.

Then, under Zhou Yan's gaze, the ornament that had lost its color suddenly shattered and collapsed, turning into a pile of small fragments.

Zhou Yan's face froze and he quickly changed to the third gear.

The pale illusory chains disappeared quietly, and the holy light on the surface of the body also dissipated.

On my shoulder, the white crow kept calling:
“How is it? My power! Isn’t it strong?!”

Zhou Yan reached out and grabbed a handful of the remains of the ornament, twisted it a few times in his hand, and found that it was crushed into finer powder.

"Death Omen, what kind of ability do you have?"

"Since it is a death omen, then it is of course in charge of the power of 'death'."

Zhou Yan frowned: "But, this ornament itself is a dead object."

"You are so ignorant and underestimate the definition of 'death'"

The white crow looked very proud, with its head raised, tail waged and wings flapped.

"My power, you can think of it as 'death', or 'anti', or 'negative', it is the opposite of 'existence', it is——"

"The End!"

Hearing Bai Wuyao's proud explanation, Zhou Yan's face showed surprise.

He really didn't expect that the death beast sealed in the holy weapon could use such a high-level power.

However, he soon discovered the loophole: "That's not right. If you are really that powerful, let alone the Pope, even a real God would be unable to do anything to you."

Hearing this, White Crow turned his head away awkwardly:
"Uh, I don't remember."

Zhou Yan looked at the silly bird and seemed to understand something. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I understand. The nature of the power is powerful, but it doesn't mean that you are powerful."

The white crow immediately jumped up and started to crow and curse.

That's right.

The "Power of the End" of this white crow is certainly very impressive, but its energy reserve may be only "5", while the combined energy of the Pope and his subordinates may be "10" or even "50".

Most likely it is another case of a numerical crushing mechanism.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Yan's mind moved, and a crack appeared in the black coffin. The white crow was immediately forcibly taken back into it while screaming.

It was tied tightly with heavy chains so that it could not escape.

That's right, it can't appear freely.

The reason he was able to appear just now was simply because Zhou Yan had just escaped from the forbidden magic barrier and was not familiar with how to control the black coffin.

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(End of this chapter)