The Human Emperor

“Son of Destruction, if the time has not come, why hasten to act? ”

At the same time, the familiar, mysterious voice of the High Priest sounded in the conscious domain of Wang Chong.

“Buzz!”

When he heard the words "Son of Destruction”, Wang Zheng changed sharply. He was originally headed for Bronze Ding, but at this moment Wang Zheng sinked in his heart and quickly turned to the Grand Priest in the Battalion.

“Son of Destruction? You're with the gods! ”

Wang Chong's voice was rumbling like thunder, also sounded in the spiritual realm of the high priest. To date, he knew the four words of the Son of Destruction and was associated with him. Among the people Wang Chong contacted, there were and only celestial organizations, or what could be termed the Black Clothes Organization.

The great priest was born mysterious, and no one, even within the Great Eating Empire, knew his true whereabouts. In the memory of Messiah, he was regarded as divine. Earlier, Wang Chung had various speculations about his true identity, including whether it was possible that he was part of the Black Clothes Organization.

But to date, the supreme leader of the Black Clothes Organization that Wang Zheng has come into contact with is the Yellow Dragon Real People, but the Yellow Dragon Real People and the High Priest are far from each other, and in terms of appearance, the Yellow Dragon True Monarch, though powerful, is a completely Oriental face, including the former Heavenly Monarch, is a typical Oriental race.

As for the Celestial Organization, which is documented in the Book of Baymont, and which has long disappeared and ceased to exist in the West, Wang Chung began with only a thought and was soon vetoed.

It's just that Wang Chong didn't think of it. The facts are the exact opposite of what he thought.

“Oh, yes, and no. ”

The consciousness of the High Priest comes from the void, and the voices of nothingness remain elusive:

“Though I know you are the Son of Destruction, I do not necessarily know who the gods are, nor do I know who you are! ”

Wang Chong said, couldn't help deeply frowning.

The words of the High Priest are highly unpredictable, making it completely impossible to judge useful information from them, and everything about him is too little. The high priest alone possesses powerful spiritual power, but is not good at martial arts, which is quite different from the Black Clothes organization known to Wang Chong or the Celestial Organization.

“Who are you? ”

Wang Zheng sank voice, just felt that there was more and more mist on the high priest, if not the man of the god organization, then who is the high priest? Are there forces in the western world that are as powerful, or even as powerful, as the Celestial Organization, but that are free from it?

But according to the Book of Baymont, the style of the organization of the gods is extremely powerful, “by the side of the bed, does not allow others to snore”, and the style of the organization of the gods will allow the Western world to exist such a powerful, yet unrestrained power?

After all, the power of the High Priest has begun to influence the world's kingdom!

Wang Chong always thought there was too much mist on this man!

“Hehe! ”

A smile came from his ear, but this time the High Priest did not return to him:

“I won't answer you, whatever you want to do, or back off, without me here, you can't succeed. Or do you want to fight me in advance? The war is imminent, and if you really want to fight, I won't refuse! ”

Wang Chong deeply frowned when he heard that the great priest of the great food was telling the truth and falsehood, and was always inconceivable. He said he didn't mind taking a stand with himself, but that's not necessarily true intent.

Though Wang Chong also wanted to push out his true strength, while exploring his details, but only for a moment, Wang Chong dismissed his thoughts. It was not necessarily a drastic way for the High Priest to say so.

And the high priest can fight, whenever, not necessarily in a hurry, as the commander of the three armies, most importantly sitting in the middle of the town, to win tomorrow.

But it's not Wang Chong's style to just walk away!

“In that case, as you wish! ”

Suddenly, a loud laugh sounded, saying that it was too late, before the High Priest had reacted, Wang Chong's spiritual power converged, suddenly turned into a huge “sun”, unbeatable, bursting, heavily impacted the spiritual power of the High Priest.

Forbidden art, fierce sun!

Without hesitation, Wang instantly exhibited his scholarship against Messier. Spiritual power is invisible, it is the power of negative attributes, while Wang Chong's spiritual strength is concentrated in a fierce sun, the opposite of the power of the psychiatrist, almost all the psychiatrists fear.

That's why Messier was so afraid of Wang Zheng that day.

“Boom Boom Boom! ”

In the electric lightning stone fire, two huge spiritual forces like steel, heavily impacted together, even the high priest slightly changed his face under the banning technique, the impact of the fierce sun. He thought that Wang Chung would have some concerns in preparation for tomorrow's war. He didn't think he would play when he said he would. He didn't play cards at all.

“Buzz!”

And in the moment of the High Priest's distraction, without a trace of hesitation, Wang Chong's spiritual power dissociated, quickly shooting at Bronze Dading.

“Bad!”

Nor did the high priest expect Wang Zheng to strike the west, so cunning, bang, a spiritual force burst out, instantly destroying the spiritual power from Wang Zheng. However, the high priest was a little slow. At the end of the day, Wang Chong's spiritual strength finally touched the bronze dading.

“Boom Boom Boom! ”

Wang Chong finally saw what was inside the Bronze Ding. At the moment of the spiritual contact, Wang Chong changed in front of his eyes. Suddenly, the whole world was dark. In the depths of darkness, Wang Chong-hyuk suddenly saw a fictitious shadow, bigger and fiercer than the giant beast, full of endless atmospheres of violence, madness and destruction, and seemed to want to turn everything in the heavens and the earth into nothing.

The breath of chaos and destruction was so powerful that even Wang Chong's spiritual power was affected by the forces of terror and darkness that he became infected and eventually burned to ashes.

“What the hell is that?! ”

Wang Chong's heart was so shaken that it caused a wave of waves. The vast fiction and the dark world disappeared in a flash. Quickly, people thought it was a hallucination, but the contact of the electric light and stone fire left a deep impression on Wang Chong.

“Son of Destruction, back off, you'll never get another chance! ”

At this time, the voice of the high priest sounded, a spiritual force penetrated into the bronze dading, immediately sealed the whole bronze dading, no more breath leakage, even Wang Chong's real world, this moment is not real.

At that moment the king knew that the prohibition in the bronze king must have been retained by the high priest, and only then could he control the bronze king.

“Hahaha, High Priest, on the battlefield tomorrow, I'm waiting for you! ”

Leaving this sentence, Wang Chong's spiritual strength retreated like a tide, and there was no more tangling with the high priest. This night probe, just click on it, the others wait until tomorrow to win again.

“Buzz!”

The night was quiet, only a raging breeze flowed through the void, the high priest stood still in the barracks, no pursuit, and Wang Zhong quickly turned back to the Iron City.

However, even Wang Chong did not notice that, just as he thought about his heart, he returned to the Iron City, in that arms, he hunted in the treasure of Dalo in the northwest basement of the Nightbeast life slightly trembled, seemed to have some sense of the distant bronze Dading, but only for a moment, the Nightbeast Life Nuclear quieted down, motionless, as if nothing had happened.

……

Time slowly passed. When the northwest front was nervous, the rear, the land of Shenzhou was just as nervous, and countless people were watching this war about the Great Tang National Transport.

This atmosphere is particularly intense in the Beijing master, many places even lit the lights all night, updating all the movements in the northwest from time to time.

“Hualala! ”

At dawn, wings vibrated and a pigeon came from the northwest, finally bringing the latest news.

“What? First Battle?! Come on, come on, come on! Paste this message quickly to all places in Beijing, and I will bear all the costs of printing the bulletin! ”

In a huge tavern in the northwest of Beijing, the lights are bright, the cabinet is full of clothes, the eyes are deep, the news has been waiting for a night, the whole person is very poor, but at this time, the whole person is very excited, sweeping the previous tiredness, the look is extremely exciting.

But for a short time, the news spread immediately to the entire Beijing master.

And in the dark, the people of the Beijing Master don't know much about it. This war in the northwest of the country is not just a matter for the army, but for the entire people of Datang.

Time slowly passed, only half an hour, before the announcement of the Beijing master had been full of people waiting for news, and one hour later, although there was no time at all for the Beijing master to open the market normally, the entire Beijing master, in every street alley, has long been the head of the people, rubbing shoulders.

Many people still have dark circles on their faces, a heavy heart, turning the other side, sleepless for several nights.

While many people cannot participate in this war, everyone is watching, looking forward to and supporting it in their own way. Many taverns and teahouses have also opened their doors early, offering free hospitality to those who get up early and to those who have not slept overnight.

“Win? Really win! ”

“Great Tang Weiwu! ”

“Exotic King, Weiwu! ”

……

After one night, news of the great victory of the Northwest First Battle finally spread among the people, and a burst of cheers broke out across the Beijing division.

3.8 million big food iron riding, this is a difficult and big enemy that Datang has never had before, the whole empire is tired, everyone is nervous and sleepless, the people of Datang really need such a victory to boost confidence.

Though it was only the first battle, there was no doubt that the hearts and minds of the people were much more relaxed.