Man on the ark, forced to become king

How could the dignified Lord of Longmen act like a coward? Does someone with that kind of temperament deserve to wield a sword? It's an absolute joke!

"Stop! Stop!"

Burning like a human torch under the scorching heat of the Witch King's Ashfire, the slightly bloated outer shell didn't last long before falling off and burning away, leaving only the crystallized skeleton, which probably served as the core, still standing firm in the flames.

This skeleton was indeed much harder than the rest of the body. Even when directly exposed to flames, it did not appear to be damaged. It seemed to be filled with crystal-clear magical energy, connecting the entire skeleton into a magical array.

He was once a renowned Witch King, the most talented magic master in Letania's history. Even if only a fragment remains, he is not to be underestimated.

Lin Lu didn't expect to solve it with a prayer for the grave sin of fire.

He was a powerful figure who deserved to leave his mark on history; it would be too pathetic for him to die like this.

So far, it has only been passively taking hits and has not launched any decent counterattack, which is somewhat inconsistent with its status. Even if it is a last-ditch effort before death, it should not be like this.

"Stop? Then, as you wish."

The Originium dust that filled the surrounding area burned away in the raging fire, the scorching temperature gradually decreased, and the distorted air began to calm down. The flames receded from the ground and the air, flowing into the charred scars. The scabbed flesh that had been burned by the high temperature scabbed off and fell away, revealing new flesh and blood.

Lin Lu grinned, her expression as ferocious as a demon.

Stop? Of course!

Lin never refuses other people's 'friendly requests'; if he says stop, then he stops!

Bang!

The next second, the still-flaming skeleton was kicked in the head by a pair of large feet, the entire skull almost being kicked off, the bones colliding and rubbing together, making a teeth-grinding sound.

You can stop hitting, but I didn't say stop kicking!

"You will pay the price for this."

It's unclear what the exact principle is, but even after being beaten like this, with not a single piece of flesh visible on his body, the Witch King can still speak normally, and there's no emotional fluctuation in his tone.

It has no real emotions or thoughts. All its actions are merely mechanical movements replicated from the former Witch King. It knows that this behavior is an 'insult' and will react to it, but it will not have any real feelings about it. In the end, the fragment is just a fragment.

hum!

The black skeleton suddenly lit up, and Lin Lu, who was about to give chase, subconsciously pulled out the greatsword stuck in the ground and used it as a shield in front of her. With a jolt of her arm, the ground around her was pressed down and dented slightly.

The magical energy flowing within the skeleton surfaced from within, filling all the gaps and forming a shimmering humanoid shape.

what is this?

Mega Evolution? Ultimate Evolution? The Second Generation Witch King?

After blocking the oncoming shockwave, Lin Lu did not rush to make a move. Instead, she glanced at Wei Yanwu, who had rushed in, and whispered, "Don't make a move yet. Let's see what tricks it has up its sleeve."

"...I think we should cut it down now."

Wei Yanwu frowned, feeling a bit of a headache, staring intently at the skeleton that was clearly up to no good, his arm slightly raised.

In his opinion, they should strike now, before it's fully transformed, and take advantage of its weakness to kill it. In the martial world, there's no such thing as unfounded morality; the only way is to crush the enemy completely!

What if something goes wrong while we're waiting?

Especially since the opponent is a fragment of the Witch King, known for his eeriness, who knows what other tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Why are you so timid?

Lin Lu pursed her lips, patted Lao Long's shoulder, and looked somewhat helpless.

"The three of us are all here now, this thing is just a fragment, what can we possibly find out?"

"Just you wait and see. Even if it summons that god of wine right now, I'll take care of taking him down!"

"You will pay the price for this."

"That's fine."

Since Lin Lu had already said so, Wei Yanwu couldn't say anything more.

Actually, he wasn't that afraid, but he was worried that things might get complicated and cause more losses.

This is, after all, Lungmen, his home turf. It's not like the real Witch King was resurrected here. What's there to be afraid of in a mere fragment?

Now that someone is offering to cover for him, he'll take a look. He still remembers being inexplicably affected by the Witch King's magic earlier, and he'll see what tricks the once-renowned King of Letania still has up his sleeve.

If that's all there is to it, resorting to despicable tricks, then it's rather unseemly.

“@＃……＆%＆**@@＃……＃＃@@＃@＃￥！

A language that was difficult to understand rang out from the burst of magic, sounding very obscure to the ears.

In that instant, Lin Lu suddenly felt that the skeleton standing not far away had changed.

Not only him, but Wei Yanwu and even the Rat King who had just approached gripped their weapons tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy, their bodies tensing up instinctively.

If what they were facing just now was still a 'human,' then now, the aura of the other party has transcended that boundary and become a 'god'!

That profound, ancient, and vast aura is incredibly distinctive.

Wei Yanwu, in particular, had had considerable contact with those from the Yan Kingdom and could confidently assert that such an aura could only be possessed by a genuine deity.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Lin Lu beside him with a strange expression.

No way, no way? Could this jinx really have come true? Could the fragments of the Witch King have actually summoned that ancient god who lives in legend?

Chapter 142 Fighting with Gods: Endless Joy

Actually, as things have progressed to this point, Wei Yanwu is no longer as anxious as he was at the beginning.

You should be most careful when the enemy is hiding in the shadows.

All the Letanians wanted was for the Witch King to be resurrected, and now they have done so. It's like they've revealed their hand. Now that they've shown their hand, what makes them think they can fight against the mighty Lungmen?

Not to mention that the deterrent effect of their trump card was far less than expected; what returned was not the tyrant who once ruled the land of sorcerers, but merely a fragment.

There will inevitably be losses, but from the moment he appeared, the area around the square was sealed off by the Guard Bureau, all the people were evacuated, the disaster area was initially demarcated, and the urban area began to be urgently reorganized.

Unlike traditional land-based cities, the pinnacle of modern industry, mobile cities, are entirely customized by people. Their inherent structure allows them to undergo more changes than land-based cities—for example, completely sealing off or abandoning a certain area.

His desire to take action now is simply to get revenge, and at the same time, he's worried that things might get complicated if things drag on. No matter how big or powerful a business is, no one likes to have their money disappear for no reason.

As for fear... well, not much at all.

Putting aside the rich history of Longmen, just the fact that Lin Lu is standing here is enough to put people at ease.

As it turned out, he wasn't just boasting. He truly meant it; his strength was formidable. Even the two seasoned veterans, the Rat King and the Rat King, were unknowingly caught in his trap. Yet, the leader of the Golden Tree remained completely unaffected, destroying the Witch King's magic in the most violent way and even pinning him to the ground like a punching bag.

The way he fought, with his whole body engulfed in flames and almost to the point of mutual destruction, would terrify anyone who saw it, and they would call him a ruthless person.

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

Ordinary people see the destructive power of the flames, which can even burn magic, but Wei Yanwu sees the vitality hidden beneath the destruction.

He could see clearly that the fire was not only powerful against the enemy, but it would also burn him!

However, the result was that the puppet-like Witch King was burned half to death, while Lin Lu, who was made of flesh and blood, seemed to be unharmed, showing no signs of injury at all. That level of burns was almost completely regenerated in the blink of an eye. What kind of abnormal recovery ability is this?

With extreme destructive power combined with an unbelievable regenerative ability, such a character certainly has the right to be arrogant. Even Wei Yanwu couldn't guarantee that he could win in a full-force battle between the two of them.

This leader of the Golden Tree has too many tricks up his sleeve. The use of fire is just one of them. He remembers clearly how terrifying the spell that melted the giant Originium Bug in the Kazdel Wasteland was, and how horrifying the weapon forged from the corpse of a god was.

What he's showing now is far from his peak strength!

Lin Lu said to take another look, and his decision to stop was also partly an opportunity to further test the strength and foundation of the Golden Tree. In any case, the fragments of the Witch King had already been resurrected, and the matter could now be considered settled.

We're already trapped, what's there to worry about?

But the Witch King immediately demonstrated to him what it meant to be a 'veteran' through his actions.

Wei Yanwu never expected that this king of Letania would actually offer himself as a sacrifice to guide a god to descend!

They have no martial ethics; they come to deceive and ambush this old dragon!

Gods... they cannot be underestimated. Sometimes the power of gods is not necessarily manifested in direct destructive force; the authority they wield is the most difficult to defend against.

Should we wait and see? Or should we interrupt him?

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yanwu had the answer.

There's no need to wait any longer. His old bones can't withstand so many ups and downs; it's better to play it safe.

Make up your mind first, then act accordingly.

The longsword drawn from the black-clad man was enveloped in a scarlet sword aura, turning it a pure blood color. The old dragon's tall figure appeared even taller at this moment, and his aura, which was terrifying, spread out, even causing the surrounding air to show subtle cutting marks.

"Old Lin, Mr. Lin."

The name sounded a bit strange... Wei Yanwu didn't pay much attention to it and said in a deep voice, "We can't let Him descend!"

After saying that, he ignored the reactions of others and closed his eyes.

When the human eye closes, the heavenly eye opens; with a single sword strike, even ghosts and gods are terrified!

Crimson Sky - Heavenly Chamber.

Break when you must break, cut when you must cut, discard when you must discard, and establish when you must establish!

With a single thought as his sword, nothing is beyond his reach, nothing is cut through; his power is so great that even the heavens are astonished!

A strong wind rose from the ground, and layers of clouds rolled across the high sky!

Faced with the possible appearance of a deity, Wei Yanwu showed no mercy and unleashed his full power.