As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 101 We Are the Same

There was no need for a seal card or a card reader. With the light dance of fingers, the scarlet electric current dragged out a shining trajectory, crisscrossing and connecting with each other, constantly spreading, and instantly transformed into two mysterious and complex void symbol arrays.

"Jelly" and "Lin" emerged from the talisman formation at the same time and landed on Xu Yan's left and right.

It was different from the initial contract when the armor was shattered, the sword was broken, and it looked dull and ugly.

The Night Swordsman, who has been repeatedly tempered by the Hongmeng Purple Qi, now possesses a deterrent power that is no less than any heavy armored soldier.

The black mist escaping from the gaps in the armor alone is enough to suffocate the opponent.

However, when the "jelly" wriggles and clings to its surface, something magical happens.

The murderous aura that was enough to penetrate lead plates was mostly concealed, and it even seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, giving people the illusion that it was invisible.

"The crystal slime mold can burrow into the Night Swordsman's armor, using its own flexibility and ductility to compensate for the latter's clumsiness and lack of toughness, while also expanding its attack range.

"And when the crystal slime covers the surface of the Night Swordsman, it can use its own stealth talent to conceal the latter's aura to the greatest extent, achieving a similar 'stealth' effect.

"Sure enough, the combination of 'Crystal Slime Mold' and 'Night Swordsman' is the correct way to play this ace deck."

Of course, we want two guardian spirits from different eras to cooperate with each other in a perfect and seamless manner.

It places extremely high demands on the spirit master's mental strength and control ability.

Only Xu Yan, the ancient corpse-driver blessed by the Human Emperor Banner, can do this.

"Then..."

Xu Yan raised his right hand, ready to move.

The palm lines intersect, and a black hole leading directly to the underworld is about to open.

The backs of his hands were itchy, and black runes kept surging, converging into a black crack that seemed to be connected to the ancient Styx.

The tip of the "Blade of the Deep" emerged from the gap, like a black fang, protruding from the back of Xu Yan's hand.

Listening carefully, the sounds of killing and screaming became more intense.

Countless residual souls, after being stained with blood, are like delicious food poured with sauce, making it taste even sweeter and more delicious.

“Let’s start eating!”

Xu Yan smiled and spoke to his guardian spirit and right hand.

……

The killing feast deep underground has reached its climax.

The armed guards and swamp bandits are, after all, battle-hardened professionals.

Neither the hastily rushed experimental subjects nor the desperate researchers were their match.

However, the underground environment was too complex, and the thick smoke and flames greatly interfered with vision and blocked communications.

In order to capture the experimental subjects and researchers who are running around like headless flies in the collapsed laboratories, warehouses piled with debris, and maze-like prisons, lurking in corners and even on the ceilings, waiting for opportunities to attack.

The big boss's men and the Swamp Gang's bandits were constantly broken up, from a large group of people to a three-person combat team, and then from a three-person team to a lone soldier, and unknowingly fell into the depths of darkness.

"boom!"

In a corner of the warehouse, a swamp bandit released 50% of the potential of his guardian spirit and entered "package mode".

His originally thin figure suddenly expanded several times, as if a divine soldier wearing chain mail descended from the sky and enveloped the outer layer of his body.

As the spiritual flame continued to burn, the details of the chain mail seemed to be real, and the layers of armor plates rubbed against each other, making a harsh metallic sound. The dragon on the right shoulder guard and the wolf head on the left shoulder guard both let out the low roar of ferocious beasts from deep in their throats.

Opposite the swamp bandits, the "sword dancer" whose limbs had turned into weapons that Xu Yan had seen before became increasingly insane and ferocious under the stimulation of the enhanced serum.

Its entire spine protruded out, turning into a sharp, serrated battle knife. The blade extended all the way from the spine to the top of the head, and then protruded from the top of the head, like a hybrid of a swordfish and a unicorn, pouncing fiercely at the swamp bandit.

However, the swamp bandit had already completed the perfect coverage of the psychic armor. Neither the scimitar in front of his elbows nor the spikes below his knees could penetrate the psychic shield. Even the serrated blade on his head fell down fiercely, but it only produced a series of dazzling sparks on the swamp bandit's crossed arms.

Then, it was hit by a powerful punch from the swamp bandit, its sternum burst, and it flew more than ten meters away like a projectile thrown by a catapult, smashing seven or eight heavy metal shelves and being crushed under the steel, goods and smoke.

"Whiff, wheeze, wheeze!"

As the "Sword Dancer" fell silent, the tightly fitted ancient oriental armor opened from the middle.

The swamp bandit's face turned pale, he gasped for breath, and he returned from "fusion mode" to "follow mode".

His guardian spirit is the Dragon Wolf Guard, a powerful martial arts soldier from the early days of the Super Martial Civilization. It is a top-tier bronze battle card, armed with powerful weapons and invincible.

The only drawback is that it consumes too much vitality and is very difficult to drive.

Especially when activating more than 50% of the power, entering the wrapping mode or even the fusion mode, a huge price has to be paid each time.

"Damn..."

It was originally just a simple handover and escort task, but I didn't expect it to become so troublesome.

After killing three experimental subjects in a row, the swamp bandit was exhausted, and there were three shocking claw marks on his abdomen.

He cursed as he walked towards where the Sword Dancer had fallen.

All attention is still focused on the front, fearing that the centipede will die but remain stiff.

Just then, he heard a strange noise behind him.

There was a severe pain in my heart that could not be described in words.

Looking back, he saw an incredible scene. His guardian spirit, the "Dragon Wolf Guard," so powerful in the early Second Era that it could soothe a child's night cries, had its breastplate shattered from the inside out.

Protruding from the breastplate was a giant sword that was about two palms wide and two fingers thick.

The giant sword has no tip and there are some defects on the surface.

However, even without a blade, it can still smash everything like a hammer with its astonishing weight.

Not to mention that the broad sword is engraved with mysterious and complex runes, like countless wronged souls struggling in the Styx in hell, creating layers of ripples.

Strands of black and red devilish flames surged out along the runes, transforming into spikes and barbs that rushed into the body of the "Dragon Wolf Guard".

The warriors of old never retreated a single step.

At this moment, under the cover of an extremely deep and terrifying aura, a sharp explosion was emitted.

But it could not stop the giant sword from rotating inside its body, slowly but uncontrollably destroying its soul structure.

The swamp bandit was heartbroken.

Just as he was about to go forward to rescue, his throat was locked by an astonishing strange force.

It was a strange black arm that was burning brightly.

Scarlet lightning was still swirling between his five fingers.

"Crack!"

Before he could react, he heard a crisp popping sound from the back of his throat. His cervical vertebrae were shattered, all the spinal nerves were severed, and his entire head turned 180 degrees.

The swamp bandit couldn't stop his eyes and mouth from opening as wide as they could.

He collapsed to the ground like mud.

Before his eyes froze, the last picture he saw was a guy wearing a hooded cloak, huge goggles, and dressed just like him. He raised his strange arm surrounded by black flames and shining red lightning towards the "Dragon Wolf Guard" who was pinned down by a huge black sword.

The strange arm opened its bloody mouth and drilled deep into the breastplate of the "Dragon Wolf Guard".

It was like a red-hot iron bar stabbing into the snowman's body.

Accompanied by the "chi chi chi" sound of decomposition and the "slurp chi slurp" sound of swallowing, the "Dragon Wolf Guard" dimmed, collapsed, and fell apart at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, it changed from a concrete and exquisite armor to an illusory light and shadow, then from a clear light and shadow to a blurred light spot, and finally from a complete light spot to a star-like, trembling phosphorescent fire.

The other party looked like a brutal glutton.

Even though the last bit of phosphorus flame had already flown out seven or eight meters away.

The opponent still shot out a scarlet tentacle from the palm of his hand, like a gluttonous tongue, which rolled back the phosphorus fire and swallowed it alive.

The swamp bandit's eyes froze in despair.

Xu Yan licked the gap between his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

"It's not enough, far from enough!"

He, the Human Emperor Banner, and the Deep Blade all let out the same sigh.

"Wow!"

The twisted shelves were flipped open, and the broken goods scattered like flowers. The "Sword Dancer" whose limbs had turned into sharp blades jumped up from the ruins.

The scene before him seemed somewhat unfamiliar to the brutal monster.

The terrifying aura emanating from Xu Yan was ten times stronger than its own, and it completely confused its mind, revealing a trace of rationality and...fear.

In the darkness, Xu Yan's eyes sparkled.

The super-large dose of enhanced serum injected and the continuous devouring of the old souls caused the Hongmeng Purple Qi to erupt like a volcano, gradually breaking through the seal deep in his soul, allowing him to touch more memory fragments in a trance, gradually awakening and revealing his true self.

"You must be in a lot of pain now, right?"

A strong sense of pity welled up in his eyes, and he sighed and opened his arms towards the Sword Dancer.

"Don't be afraid, don't resist, I'm not your enemy, but one of your kind.

“We are all lost people, wandering between the past and the present, unable to tell who we really are.

"It is also a brand new existence that carries a double soul, double memories, double skills, and double life.

“This is not a curse, but a gift from fate.

"What lies before us is one or ten thousand intertwined spirals, an unknown road that is both extremely dangerous and incredibly exciting."

"Sword Dancer" smelled danger.

The swords growing at the ends of the limbs, and even the serrated blades extending from the spine to the top of the head, began to tremble slightly.

Xu Yan's steps became slower and his tone became softer.

“Of course, I know you are just a primitive person and cannot bear the pain brought by this gift.

"It's okay. I will help you get rid of it and let your tortured soul return to eternal peace."

The distance is close enough.

Just as the "Sword Dancer" was frightened and turned to run, Xu Yan opened his bloody mouth and pounced on him fiercely.

(End of this chapter)