Chapter 599: Overlords Live Forever Ⅰ

The busy Harlem had already left the ground, so he didn't hear Dean's loud questioning.

And such words echoed underground, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The body of the Conqueror King in front of Dean was still sitting there, his hands lost the support of the [Dragon Head Sword], and Harlem laid it flat on his knees, like some sitting statues in a religious temple.

However, none of those stone-based clay statues can have the aura of the corpse in front of them.

Not to mention, the breath that made Dean feel unstoppable before.

That's right, before Harlem felt the dominance, it wasn't his hallucination, and it wasn't what Dean explained.

But it really exists!

Dean felt it too, and more clearly than Harlem——

In the dominance that seemed to fill the whole world and overthrow the world, Dean felt angry.

A rage that burns everything.

That's why he asked about the corpse in front of him after Harlem left.

No, it shouldn't be a corpse.

When Dean felt that domineering will, the corpse in front of him was no longer a corpse.

Although Dean doesn't know the other party's situation, he can be sure that it is not a real death.

At most, it's... suspended animation! %

Dean gave such an adjective.

"Are you angry?"

Dean asked again.

However, as before, without the slightest answer, he stretched out his hand subconsciously, approaching the body of the King of Conquerors.

And just when Dean's fingertips were about to touch Conquer's body. That kind of domineering intention that overthrows the world. Appeared again. In an instant, Dean was enveloped in it.

...

Xiti, somewhere.

King Xiti, who was worshiped by the whole kingdom, walked slowly on the downward steps.

His steps are not only powerful, but also have a submissive aura, as if his majestic face has broken away from the innocence of a teenager and the immaturity of a youth, and has stepped into the maturity of a man. It is perfectly combined with the breath of the king.

With tough and proud eyes, he glanced at the dark gate at the end of the stone steps. This is a gate consisting of two doors, ten feet high, covered with densely packed magical inscriptions, carrying an extremely dangerous aura.

Feeling that dangerous breath, King Xiti showed a contemptuous smile, his tall and straight body twisted slightly, and the incomparably majestic power gathered on that fist.

boom!

He slammed his fist hard on the dark door. In the power that made the surrounding earth tremble, the dark gate remained motionless.

on the contrary. Rows of flames surged from above, enveloping King Xiti in an instant.

but--

Boom, boom, boom!

Ignoring the burning of the flames, King Xiti punched the second, third, and fourth punches!

The magic inscription on the originally motionless dark door began to flicker again and again, and finally when the fourth punch was made, a magic inscription collapsed under the tremendous force, causing a gap to appear between the two doors of the dark door.

Just like dominoes, when one brand falls, all the brands fall.

The same is true for the dark gate in front of him.

boom!

King Xiti punched the dark door for the fifth time, and suddenly, amidst the roar, the three-foot-thick door that weighed more than a ton was smashed into the air.

With a shake of his body, countless flames scattered in all directions, and King Xiti, who was perfectly fine, strode in.

And the two who had been following behind King Xiti, but under the aura of King Xiti, the two who ignored him also followed in.

"Your Majesty, according to the records in the literature, after passing through the gate, you will face the trials of thousands of troops..."

Mortici, one of the veteran gold powerhouses of Xiti, reminded their king at this time.

However, King Xiti ignored such reminders at all.

His footsteps did not intend to stop at all, and he strode forward with an indomitable breath.

An invisible and intangible aura emanated from the tall and straight body, causing the huge square in front of him to shake violently, and the arrows that had been ready to go for a long time shot out with a 'swish'.

Thousands of arrows fell like a torrential rain.

King Xiti continued to walk forward, his eyes were not even interested in looking at those arrows, and he let them fall and approach him.

Then, all the arrows were blown away.

That formless and qualityless breath condensed into a huge figure in an instant, roaring upwards, the sound waves rolled, and all the arrows were blown away.

None of them can get close to King Xiti.

All the arrows hidden in the square were shot out under the vibration of that breath.

Not one remains.

King Xiti, who didn't stop his pace, quickly approached the distant passage.

"Your Majesty, this is a test of wisdom..."

Mortici continued.

Bren Parker on the side has already started to roll his eyes, even with his king's strength, he doesn't have the slightest worry, but the old friend beside him is like this... Nagging!

That's right, it's nagging!

Bren Parker, who is also a veteran gold powerhouse in Xiti, described his old friend like this.

Because, he knew that such a reminder from his old friend was of no use at all.

But in fact, it was just as Bren Parker expected.

King Xiti ignored Mortici's reminder at all, and strode into the passage with great strides, moving forward with the same pace as before, with an indomitable breath.

The first half of the passage was easily crossed.

And when the flaps and spears began to appear in the second half, King Xiti's footsteps still did not stop at all.

The sharp spear, after stabbing out again, was completely shattered when it was only a palm away from King Xiti.

The flap, under the soles of King Xiti's feet, has no intention of flipping it.

Firmly fixed in place, stronger than real stone slabs.

Soon, King Xiti walked out of the passage. Step up the metal steps.

"Here are his most loyal guards. They guard the tomb. You need to prove your courage..."

Mortici began to explain again.

Bren Parker on the side rolled his eyes again.

And just as Mortici's words sounded, twelve metal puppets appeared in front of the King of Conquerors. The metal puppets were ten feet high, and they seemed to be clumsy with agility that didn't fit their stature. The slow pace appeared in front of the metal steps, six on one side. Stand one at ten feet apart, thus forming two rows facing each other.

Huge heavy swords appeared in the hands of these metal puppets, held up high by them, crossed downwards.

"You just have to rush over there!"

Mortici explained.

"No one can make me do what I don't want to do - facing the blade, I will not run away!"

King Xiti spoke word by word.

The voice is thick and powerful, like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

He raised his right hand, the level was too high, he clenched it violently, and then punched out——

boom!

Majestic strength. In an inexplicable way, he rushed towards the twelve metal puppets in front of him.

Although it has the dullness of a puppet, it is an arrangement inherent in the circuit. It was not without the slightest reaction that the twelve metal puppets faced King Xiti who played cards out of common sense.

Their machine springs sounded again and again, and they rushed towards King Xiti.

However, it collapsed and returned at a faster speed.

Not only were the twelve metal puppets, everything within a hundred feet of the front was shattered from the metal steps where King Xiti was standing.

Including, that metal ground.

During this period, the footsteps of King Xiti did not stop.

He continued to move forward.

After going through a section of upward steps and a platform, a section of downward steps appeared.

Somewhat steep.

But for King Xiti, it was like walking on flat ground.

He was alone in front, and Mortici and Bren Parker followed closely behind.

As usual, Mortici started talking again——

"It is recorded in the literature that this place will test the luck of the entrants. The two corridors on the left and right are exactly the same, but only one is correct!"

Mortici said very seriously.

However, the same King Xiti didn't bother at all.

"If a person believes in luck, then that person is an idiot - what he can't forget is the white night in the north! Therefore, the left side is correct!"

King Xiti said in an affirmative tone.

He walked into the corridor.

Suddenly, an inexplicable pressure appeared, which made King Xiti, who had already made a choice, frown.

There was a hint of sullenness in those majestic and proud eyes.

"snort!"

King Xiti snorted coldly, lifted the sole of his foot slightly, and chopped it down violently.

Immediately, the floor of the corridor covered with countless unknown inscriptions became shattered, and even the entire corridor began to shake, and the door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened amid such shaking.

Golden light began to shine in.

"If there is nothing wrong, that is the destination of our trip - the tomb of the King of Conquerors!"

Mortici took a deep breath and said.

Bren Parker on the side couldn't help but get serious.

As for the influential figure who set off countless legends in Godez two hundred years ago, even a gold-level powerhouse would not underestimate him.

"He will be a good opponent!"

King Xiti smiled, it was the most sincere smile, and his pace, which had never changed, sped up involuntarily.

However, as King Xiti entered the tomb and saw the gold and corpses in the tomb, his smile turned into disappointment.

Looking at the corpse rushing towards him wielding a tomahawk.

The disappointed King Xiti punched him casually, turned around and left.

boom!

The corpse was completely smashed up with the tomahawk.

"Although you are the general Langton under the King of Conquerors, you are a fearsome figure - if you are alive, you may be able to support two more moves in His Majesty's hands, but a dead body... tsk!"

Through the weapon, there were some speculations about the identity of the corpse, Bren Parker.

However, looking at the corpse that was completely turned into meat paste, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Then, he quickly caught up with the departing King Xiti and Mortici.

After all, this is only the first cemetery, and they have three goals in their hands, and he believes that one of them is true!

ps second update~

When writing manuscripts in the afternoon, one feeling of decadence is heat, and the other feeling is hunger!

Alas, I can't afford to be decadent after eating less lunch!

In the evening, friends make a date to make skewers~

This chapter is timed~

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