Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 95 Overwhelming Blow, All Eagle Army Members Log In

Beyond the sky.

Chen Duo stood on the back of a fiery red bird.

This bird seems to be an auspicious phoenix that flew out from ancient mythology, its feathers burning with blazing flames and its colors as dazzling as the sunset.

Every flap of its wings brought up a gust of scorching wind, as if it could burn away all the haze in the sky.

In order to preserve its beauty, Zhu Li carefully designed the appearance of this fiery red bird.

Although Zhu Li took great pains to preserve its beauty, the essence of this fiery red bird is still the transformation of a blood slave.

Beneath its beautiful appearance, there is an indescribable weird aura.

This bird has three eyes, looks terrifyingly evil, and has black and red flames floating around.

Its beak is sharp and strong, and its teeth are like sharp sword blades.

Whenever it opened its mouth, its fangs were exposed, emitting a terrifying aura.

Obviously, the blood slave transformation made it more aggressive.

Even the tail feathers.

It is as flexible as a flesh and blood tentacle, constantly dancing in the air, as if looking for some prey.

These tail feathers are covered with sharp thorns. Once entangled by them, there is no doubt that the prey will be dragged into endless darkness.

"What is the princess thinking about?"

Tang Mi's voice sounded behind him.

The wind was howling, but Chen Duo could hear it clearly.

Chen Duo did not answer immediately. Her gaze was still deep and distant, as if she could penetrate the clouds and see farther.

The rolling clouds were reflected in her eyes. Those clouds seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, constantly changing their shapes.

Sometimes they gather into majestic mountains, magnificent and majestic; sometimes they spread out into light feathers, ethereal and dreamy.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, forming golden beams of light that illuminated the entire sky.

a long time.

She slowly said, "I don't know how I can help Grandpa."

Tang Mi seemed to be thinking about something, and chuckled, "Don't worry too much, Princess. As long as your safety is guaranteed and you can look at things in a more positive light, His Highness will be very happy."

The tallest building in Tokyo.

Zhu Li was immersed in a huge pool of blood.

This blood pool exudes a rich spiritual energy, and the misty breath permeates the entire space, as if a layer of light red mist is covering the surroundings.

The blood in the blood pool is not ordinary blood, but blood spirit blood that contains powerful energy.

Ten thousand blood slaves can condense Bai Lai milliliter of blood spirit, so it goes without saying how precious it is.

In the blood pool, the blood keeps flowing, forming complex whirlpools and flowing patterns, like a vivid painting.

Zhu Li's body was completely immersed in the pool of blood, and his skin became red and shiny under the infiltration of blood.

He closed his eyes and opened all the pores in his body, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy in the blood pool.

With the influx of spiritual energy, his body began to undergo subtle changes. His muscles became firmer, his bones became harder, and his whole body exuded a powerful aura.

The blood spirit power in the blood pool flowed through his body and merged perfectly with his body.

He could clearly feel the flow of every force as it shuttled through his meridians and nourished every cell of his.

call---
Zhu Li opened his eyes, and a flash of golden light flashed in his eyes.

Not enough!
Even though Tokyo has a population ten times higher than Fukushima, it is still totally insufficient.

Zhu Li slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on a stone table at the edge of the blood pool.

There was a set of exquisite tea sets placed there, and the steaming teacups were quietly emitting a faint tea fragrance.

He stretched out his hand, lightly touched the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, and felt the warmth from the tea.

His movements were graceful and calm as he lifted the teacup and took a sip.

Not bad.

Zhu Li nodded slightly.

It's quite interesting. Yu Youxi is very good at tea art.

According to legend, Japan inherited the art of tea from the Tang Dynasty. I thought Japan must have missed it, but I didn't expect that it was inherited quite well.

Yes, the person who made the tea was Yu Youxi.

She knelt by the pool, her eyes full of respect.

Her changes were not significant, only in her eyes and skin.

Its eyes turned into golden pupils, like the deep starry sky.

The skin became much paler, like frost and snow under the moonlight, revealing a cold beauty.

Changes in appearance are secondary; only changes in aura are huge.

Her aura became more majestic, so powerful that it seemed to be able to shake the heavens and the earth.

Every breath she took seemed to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, causing her strength to continue to grow.

The powerful aura she exuded made the air around her tremble, as if even time had frozen around her.

This is a perfect work of art.

Zhu Li was very satisfied.

In addition to Zhu Li and Yu Youxi, two otherworldly beings, there were four men in suits and masks standing quietly.

They stood in a row, keeping a certain distance from each other.

The suits of these men were well-cut and had smooth lines, but in this space filled with fluctuations of spiritual energy, their attire seemed somewhat out of place.

Their masks covered most of their faces, leaving only their chins and tightly pursed lips exposed. Their expressions could not be seen clearly, but from the slight trembling of their bodies, one could feel their inner tension and anxiety.

Although they tried to remain calm, they could not hide the trembling in their bodies.

This shivering was not caused by the cold, but came from the fear deep in the heart.

Their eyes stared at Zhu Li and Yu Youxi through the gaps in the masks.

so horrible.

Actually soaking in a pool of blood.

The bright red color flows like blood, so sticky that it is frightening.

And Zhu Li was in such a pond without feeling any discomfort at all.

And there is the girl in kimono. Although she looks like an ordinary girl, the aura she exudes is like that of a ferocious beast.

But she could only kneel in front of Zhu Li.

"Tell me, what brings you here from thousands of miles away?" Zhu Li finally spoke.

The stagnant air suddenly broke apart.

The four men in suits perked up, and one of them came out and said:
"Your Highness, we are Clark Mikko from Behemoth Company. You can call me Little Leopard."

His code name is Blood Leopard, but he dare not tell it to others.

"Well, go on!" Zhu Li said without turning his head.

"It's like this, Your Highness. The Eagle Army has already activated advanced thermal weapons. You may not know that with such weapons, the entire Tokyo may become a ruin." Clark Mick's forehead was covered with fine sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. He could only speak with gritted teeth.

"So what?" Zhu Li put down the teacup, not caring at all.

Clark Meek's eyes lit up. Could it be that...
He felt that Prince Zhao was easy to talk to, and not like what the Japanese high-ranking officials said.

"We, Behemoth, have some say in the United States. As long as Your Highness is willing, Behemoth will put pressure on the Eagle Army to stop its firepower coverage of Tokyo."

"But the prerequisite is that Your Highness only needs to go back to the United States with us. The board of directors of Besmos also wants to make friends with Your Highness. We have no ill intentions."

Clark Meeker had a huge smile on his face.

Zhu Li spun the teacup, a smile gradually spreading across his face: "The people above you also want the art of immortality, right?"

"No, absolutely not." Clark Mik hurriedly replied, "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand me. Behemoth only respects the strong. This move is just to make friends. It's just to make friends. There is no other intention!"

"Oh?" Zhu Li looked at the teacup, his eyes flickering.

"We will never force Your Highness to do anything. The United States is a free country. You can see gun fights every day. No one will interfere with Your Highness' human rights." Clark Mick felt that there was hope and quickly added to the deal.

Anyway, let's trick him into the United States first. If he is sent to a shelter specially designed for taboo objects, King Zhao will not be able to say anything.

"What about you?"

"You also want the art of immortality?"

Zhu Li glanced at the four people.

"This..." The four of them paused when they heard this.

They wanted to say no, but they couldn't.

At some point, Zhu Li had already stood in front of the four people.

A pair of golden pupils spun in the eyes of the four people, carrying endless temptation, as if a starving person saw a sumptuous feast.

"Not only the art of longevity, but I can also grant you supreme power."

Zhu Li's golden pupils flickered in the dim light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Under the gaze of these deep and mysterious eyes, the four men felt as if they were being pulled by an invisible force. They were unable to look away, as if they were controlled by some magic.

The world began to spin in front of their eyes, and it seemed as if the whole world had turned into a huge vortex of power, colorful and unpredictable.

They saw what they desired most in their hearts: power, wealth, fame, and even forbidden love.

These desires surged in their hearts like the tide, unable to be suppressed.

The four people's eyes gradually became dull and unfocused, as if they had lost their souls.

The mark of a golden snake flashed across their pupils.

This is the curse mark of the spell, which means that the recipient has sunk into desire and cannot extricate himself.

Zhu Li shook his head and said softly, "His talent is mediocre."

"brush--"

Following a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the atmosphere at the scene instantly froze.

Suddenly, several bloody tentacles appeared from the void. They twisted and turned like living things, carrying a suffocating murderous intent.

These tentacles were so fast that it was almost impossible to capture their trajectory. In just a blink of an eye, they pierced through the bodies of the four men.

Blood splattered, staining the surrounding ground red.

The four men fell in a pool of blood before they could even make any sound.

Their eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness, but it was too late.

After completing its mission, the bloody tentacles retreated like the tide, leaving behind corpses on the ground and an air of astonishment.

Zhu Li slowly stood up from the pool of blood. His movements were graceful and calm, as if everything that had just happened was natural.

There were still crystal clear blood beads hanging on his body, but as he stood up, these blood beads slid down his skin and dripped back into the blood pool.

Seeing this, Yu Youxi took a step forward. Her movements were gentle and delicate as she changed Zhu Li's clothes.

"Close the internet." Zhu Li's mind moved, and the message had already been transmitted thousands of miles away.

Lu Hui and others who were far away in Fukushima heard the voice of the mind and immediately sat up.

There were cruel smiles on their faces, as if they were about to start a hunt.

"Do you want to take action?" Chang Cheng looked at the others.

Hearing this, Lu Hui moved her head gently.

He stretched lazily, and every joint of his body made a slight sound. Then he stood solemnly, and his whole temperament instantly became sharp.

"His Highness said that we should prepare to eliminate all those who land on the island!"

His tone was very calm, but it was like a bolt from the blue.

As this word fell, the entire space seemed to be filled with a strong murderous aura, and the air became heavy and depressing.

There was a cold light flashing in Lu Hui's eyes. He waved his fingers lightly, and cold air emanated from his hands, as if to freeze everything.

The people behind him also moved accordingly.

The fall of Tokyo caused the number of blood slaves to increase almost exponentially.

The population of Tokyo is equivalent to that of nine Fukushima prefectures.

In Japan today, the number of blood slaves has reached a terrifying number of tens of millions.

Taking action at this time would just be a one-sided massacre.

Above the coast of Japan, a huge flying formation appeared in the sky. They were like a group of black monsters, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, casting a shadow of war on the originally clear sky.

Dozens of B2 stealth strategic bombers streaked through the air. Their fuselage lines were so smooth that they almost blended into the night sky. Only when they occasionally passed through the moonlight did their cold outlines appear.

These B2 bombers carry heavyweight thermal weapons, and each rocket has the power to destroy everything.

Their mission is to deal with high-level blood slaves, those beings who possess extraordinary strength and speed.

Below these bombers were thousands of military bombers, so many that it was almost impossible to count them.

These bombers are equipped with light-equivalent thermal weapons, and their mission is to carry out covering attacks against ordinary blood slaves.

Around this flying formation, five SR-20 fighters act as loyal guards. They are extremely fast and highly maneuverable, and can provide necessary air support to the bombers at any time.

These fighter jets are coated with a special stealth coating that makes them almost undetectable in the night sky.

"It's really spectacular." Chang Cheng looked at the sky and exclaimed.

This is the power of modern times. As long as there is a production line, this thing can be produced indefinitely.

The destructive power of each bomber is no less than that of an SS-level blood slave.

"Don't worry about them. It's time to get down to business." Lu Hui just took a look and then looked away.

Their mission this time is to deal with those guys who landed on the island from the ground.

Because the number of people landing on the island this time has increased to 50,000 top-level Eagle Army armed special forces.

General Kevin Schneider stood in front of a huge strategic map in the command room, his eyes fixed on the key areas marked on the map.

His face was serious and his brows were furrowed.

He recalled the failure of the previous operation. The painful lesson of 20,000 people landing on the island made him deeply aware of the danger of underestimating the enemy.

The enemy's counterattack was unexpectedly fierce, resulting in heavy casualties and strategic setbacks.

This time, he was determined not to make the same mistake again and must be cautious in every step to ensure that nothing went wrong.

For this operation, the general has reassessed the battlefield situation and adjusted his tactical strategy.

He decided to increase the number of people landing on the island to 50,000 to ensure that there was enough force to suppress the enemy and avoid repeating the same mistakes.

These 50,000 people include elite infantry, special operations forces, and logistics support teams. They have all been rigorously trained and equipped with the most advanced weapons and communication equipment.

Schneider tapped his finger on a point on the map, which was the center of Fukushima and the main target of the operation.

There was a bright light in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

This time, they will attack with overwhelming superiority and leave no trouble behind.

"This time, we must not only win, but also win beautifully. We must let the enemy know that they can never stop our progress."

This was a death order he gave to his subordinates.

Fukushima battlefield.

A steel torrent of heavy tanks slowly moved forward, their tracks leaving deep marks on the ground.

These behemoths, with their indestructible armor and powerful firepower, open up a safe passage for follow-up troops.

As the turret rotated, the main gun muzzle flashed with a cold light, ready to deal with any potential threat at any time.

Along the way, scattered blood slaves tried to block the advance, they roared or growled, but under the relentless fire of the tanks, these once terrifying existences quickly turned into ashes.

A discordant "click, click, click" sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was sharp and irregular, out of tune with the surrounding environment, and made people feel alert.

Roy Rex immediately realized that the situation had changed. His eyes instantly became sharp and he ordered: "Everyone line up and get ready!"

Hansa Joseph followed closely behind, shouting, "Is that the mantis monster?"

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Joseph was not a vanguard but a follow-up reinforcement, but he had heard of the mantis monster.

This creature, called "mantis monster", is known for its amazing speed and deadly forelimbs, making it a nightmare on the battlefield.

The soldiers responded quickly, adjusting their formation according to their well-trained movements, forming a defensive formation, pointing their guns outward and vigilantly scanning every corner around them.

"boom--"

Something unexpected happened.

The ground began to shake violently, as if some huge creature was awakening underground and trying to break free from its restraints.

The earth was churning, rocks were flying, and the entire battlefield was shaken by this unknown force.

The soldiers tried hard to keep their balance, but the constant shaking made it difficult to stand firm, just like standing on a rough sea.

"Oh no, there's something underground!" The hyena's pupils contracted sharply and he roared angrily.

(End of this chapter)