Chapter 585: The Female Supporting Role of Thirty Thousand Years
The lavender patterned bed curtains, velvet bedspread, exquisite furniture, soft and thick carpets, and gorgeous lamps all indicate the noble status of the owner.
However, at this moment, the strong smell of herbs mixed with the smell of rotting flesh filled the entire room, and the uncontrollable and extremely painful coughing continued to sound. No matter how noble the bloodline status was, it was useless in the face of the plague.
No. 09 Zhang Yang looked at the woman on the bed, whose half body was rotten but still had a breath left, and shook his head regretfully.
If possible, he really wanted to rescue this woman, not only because she was his fiancée, but also because as long as he married this woman, he would gain control of most of the kingdom, which would be of great help to his plan. But now it seems that everything is no longer necessary.
Walking out of the room, No. 09 Zhang Yang let out a long sigh. The people of the Xing clan were tying themselves up in knots, and of course he was also tying himself up in knots.
They all thought that they could use witch fire to guide Da Feimozi to come, but they did not expect that although the guidance was successful and did temporarily force back some of the intentions of the ancient god of the game, it also successfully attracted the core level power of Da Feimozi.
An extremely terrible plague, carrying an unspeakable curse, broke out wildly within a few days. First, it polluted the earth veins, and then the already shaky heavenly way fell. The entire world of the Xing clan became a playground for Da Feimozi.
Even if one is as powerful as a god, he can only survive.
His fiancée, whom he had obtained after hundreds of years of conquest, was already close to being a god in strength, but now she couldn't hold on.
As for No. 09 Zhang Yang himself, he was captured by the unspeakable curse early on. If he didn't have the passive true spirit particles to suppress the changes in his body, he would have died long ago, or become a plague spirit controlled by Da Feimozi! "I am probably the most unlucky and failed trumpet."
With a bitter smile, Zhang Yang looked at the royal capital that was so prosperous a few days ago, and now it has become a hell on earth.
This huge city has a history of 100,000 years. It is ruled by two gods and is known as the most invincible Satre Mango (Xing tribe language: Giant of the Earth. In addition, the Xing tribe civilization adopts a kingdom system and has no secular isolation).
"I don't know how the main body prepared. The original plan was to gain a buffer of one to two thousand years, but in the end it only lasted five hundred years."
No. 09 Zhang Yang sighed, and because the will of the ancient god of the game seemed to have arrived, he had not been in contact with the main body for five hundred years, and only transmitted some information and intelligence in a one-way manner from time to time.
Now, he only needs to complete the last one-way information intelligence and he can die peacefully.
No. 09 Zhang Yang walked slowly. Not far away there were piles of swollen corpses. Ferocious monsters kept crawling out from the corpses, or the corpses simply turned into new monsters.
The sky was gloomy, with only a dark vortex left, which looked like some kind of evil eye, but in fact it was the heaven of the Xing clan that was infected and corrupted by the big flying bubble.
It is now under the control of Da Feimozi's will, constantly sending poisonous rain and evil winds to the land, destroying every surviving creature.
And on the earth, evil and filthy seeds drilled out from the soil and the corpse water and thrived. They bared their fangs and claws, had strange shapes, and kept singing a weird song that ordinary people could not hear. This song would drift away with the evil wind, over the mountains and rivers. Tall city walls, powerful witchcraft, and laws and magical powers could not stop them. They would drill into the souls and true spirits of any living creature, screaming, roaring, polluting, and tearing apart all the time.
The Xing people are finished.
The spark of civilization passed down from the ancient witch clan was also completely gone.
No. 09 Zhang Yang walked step by step, expressionlessly smashing all the plague corpses, plague spirits, and plague insects that blocked his way with a huge hammer. The black flesh and blood were like flying coal slag, forming a wide runway behind him.
"boom!"
The houses on the street ahead suddenly began to collapse on a large scale, and then a dark hand several times larger than a locomotive stretched out. With just a little force, half of the street collapsed again, revealing a burly giant who was a hundred meters tall.
"It's you, father-in-law."
No. 09 Zhang Yang raised the corner of his mouth. The man in front of him was the former king, the god of the Xing clan, the igniter of the ancient witch fire, and once an important partner in Zhang Yang's plan.
When the incident happened four days ago, Zhang Yang entrusted him to guard their own land veins. After all, for the Xing people, it didn't matter if the sky collapsed, but the land veins must not be lost.
As it turns out, this future father-in-law has been infected by the power of Da Feimozi and has been completely corrupted.
"Then let's end it!"
Zhang Yang smiled bitterly. He didn't want to escape anymore, and he couldn't defeat the enemy. He didn't expect the main force to come and take revenge. Alas, the life of being a trumpet is so miserable!
"The Will of the Earth!"
With a low roar, the huge hammer in his hand, which was originally three meters long on each side, began to light up with layers of battle patterns of the ancient witch clan. This was the strongest battle pattern on the earth that he had deciphered after studying the blood inheritance of the ancient witch clan over the past five hundred years. As long as there was enough support from the earth veins, even the gods could be defeated.
As for this giant hammer, he made it with two black and white bricks that suppress his luck. It can be regarded as a divine weapon.
Back then, he relied on this giant hammer and the strongest battle pattern on the earth to smash the father of his then arrogant fiancée's fiancé, and thus captured the heart of his even stronger fiancée, and then began a brutal and rough proposal. Now, at this moment and in this place, he has lost the support of the power of the earth veins, so let's just treat it as a farewell for himself.
"Umagri is poisoning Allah!"
A voice suddenly came out of the mouth of the hundred-meter-tall former father-in-law, now the fallen god, which was the language of the ancient witch clan.
The translated meaning is - Submit to my Lord, offer your true spirit, and you will gain eternal life.
If it wasn't for the wrong scene, Zhang Yang would have laughed. Are you kidding me? Such a low-level line deserves a billion times the negative reviews!
Holding the giant hammer, he leaped to a height of a thousand meters. The battle pattern and the will of the earth on the giant hammer evolved instantly, like a towering mountain thousands of feet high and hundreds of miles in radius smashing down.
The fallen god on the ground suddenly opened his mouth as if he was laughing. No, his mouth was expanding. In an instant, it expanded to thousands of square kilometers. From his mouth, the smell of decay gushed out!
The mountain-like hammer in Zhang Yang's hand began to break into pieces like rotten mushrooms before it even fell. The battle pattern of the earth's will flickered and could be extinguished at any time.
With a sigh, Zhang Yang didn't think about dodging. He would just die anyway, so he might as well jump in and detonate his true spirit!
And at this moment, a ray of spiritual light lit up, like a ray of golden sunlight piercing through the fog, directly enveloping Zhang Yang's mind.
"I finally got online!"
Zhang Yang almost shed tears of excitement.
It only took one thousandth of a second for the subject's consciousness and the consciousness of trumpet 09 to synchronize information data.
Then, in the next thousandth of a second, No. 09 Zhang Yang knew everything. He even had the mind to sigh that Qu Shang, who had been a supporting actress for ten thousand years, no, thirty thousand years, was finally going to be promoted to the leading lady.
One second and the connection is over.
The subject did not send any huge resources, nor did it deliver any power, but just data synchronization was enough.
The giant hammer in his hand was already half rotten. Chaos - the ancient black and white law was still somewhat weak in the face of the core pollution of the big foam. Zhang Yang jumped into the huge mouth.
"Plague God Seal!"
Seal, carving, all in one go! A Plague God Seal that was only one twentieth complete appeared in front of Zhang Yang. Even though this unfinished Plague God Seal would dissipate in a few minutes, it was enough to severely injure the fallen god.
The golden light exploded, and thousands of auspicious colors instantly destroyed the surrounding darkness, and all the filthy shadows were exposed!
"boom!"
A huge hole with a diameter of over a thousand meters was directly melted open by the power of the Plague God Seal. Zhang Yang fell down intact, while the severely injured Fallen God jumped into the big pit wailing and fled to the depths of the earth.
"Huh! I didn't expect that in just five hundred years, the main body has become so awesome. This Plague God Seal is really awesome. The plan to kill the Plague God's Heart is really bold. Hey, Xiao Shangshang is in really good shape."
09Xiaohao Zhangyang laughed happily, this is really the case that when you are at the end of your rope, there is always a way out.
Well, what surprised him the most was that Qu Shang was so brave, really big! But then again, Qu Shang had been with him for more than 30,000 years, through life and death, and even though he had some ambitions, he had never let him down.
Thinking back, he was actually quite disgusted at first when Qu Shang offered himself to her for the first time.
"So, Zhang·Ice-cold scumbag·Watermelon is delicious·Wooden spears rebel·Pit pit pit·Yang, do you like it? Haha!"
After some self-mockery, Zhang Yang quickly recovered. The main body could not come here, so he could only rely on himself to find the core strength of Da Feimozi and then lock it accurately.
In short, there is nothing wrong with the trumpet serving the main body.
(End of this chapter)
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