"people?"

Amon felt the six auras that suddenly emerged from the destiny, and his brows suddenly frowned.

You must know that this is not the material world, this is a virtual world composed of luck. In the long river of luck, except luck itself, it is impossible for other things to exist. Even Amon can only transform himself into luck to continue to erode the national destiny of Daxia.

But now, he saw with his own eyes six human figures slowly walking out from the long river of luck.

The weirdest thing is that they are all dressed completely differently.

A man wearing a neat Zhongshan suit and combing his hair back, he looked like he was from the Republic of China era, his temperament was as calm as a mountain;

One is the attire of a court lady of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a dark blue jacket and skirt, with a hairpin on her head, looking gentle and virtuous;

A young man wearing bell-bottom pants and a floral shirt from the 1980s, and wearing sunglasses, looking like a trendy young man who just came out of a dance hall;

There are two figures wearing modern sweatshirts and shirts, but if you look closely, you can still find the difference in age. The girl's sweatshirt is made of lambskin and she is wearing white shoes, both of which look like products from the past two years; while the boy is wearing a white shirt, black tapered pants, and a bulky headset around his neck, which was completely discontinued fifteen years ago;

The last and most central figure was wearing a tattered ancient armor stained with large patches of dark red blood. He was holding a spear in his hand, which was also bloody and hideous, like a general who had just walked off the battlefield.

But he looked unusually young, only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with eyes as sharp as swords and murderous aura.

These six people from completely different eras standing together give people an inexplicable visual impact. Amidst the awkwardness, there is actually a strange harmony...

They walked slowly towards the black giant Amon, stepping on the endless river of luck.

Amon stared at the six people, his eyes full of confusion.

They... seem to be just like himself, without a body, and transformed into beings of luck.

But who are they? Why are they hiding in the fate of Daxia?

"You are the person that Ye Fan said disturbed the fate of our Great Xia country?"

Among the six people, the young general who was in the lead spoke slowly, his cold eyes staring into Amon's eyes. Even though the aura emanating from the other party was powerful and terrifying, there was no fear on his face.

"How is it possible? How is it possible for humans to exist in destiny?" Amon frowned and asked.

"Is it strange?" The trendy young man in a floral shirt and bell-bottom pants pushed up his sunglasses and smiled, "Because we are part of Daxia's destiny."

Part of destiny?

Amon frowned even more tightly. Even though he understood this sentence, he still couldn't comprehend it...

How can humans become part of destiny?

His eyes swept over everyone, as if he had figured something out, and he asked in surprise: "Are you the souls of dead humans?"

"To be precise, we are heroic spirits." The middle-aged man in a Mao suit said in a low voice, "We are heroic spirits who once existed in the history of Daxia, but due to various factors, we finally fell asleep in the torrent of national destiny... the ceiling of human beings."

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.

The ceiling of humanity should be just the same level of existence as the human holding the sword, but there are actually six of them here?

“No, the human soul cannot withstand such a powerful impact on the country’s destiny. Even if you are stronger than others, you can’t last for such a long time, let alone sleep in it.” Amon shook his head.

"Relying on the soul alone is indeed not enough..." the leading young general spoke slowly.

He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the source of the nation's destiny. A shadow came flying out of nothingness, making a sharp explosion, and finally pierced the ground in front of him!

It was a spear that was broken into half, but was stained with blood and filled with murderous intent.

“However, if you can reach the state of self-collapse, refine your bones and blood into weapons, and fuse your body into weapons, you can create a vessel of divine soul, gather your spirit inside, and place it in the torrent of national destiny to nourish it. By fusing yourself with the destiny, you can become a heroic spirit and guard the destiny of our Great Xia for eternity.”

His voice was calm but powerful, and his sharp eyes were like bright stars, dazzling and blinding.

At the same time, the other five people also stretched out their hands towards the end of the long river of luck. Five completely different broken weapons flew in front of them, buzzing.

Halberd, spear, stick, fan, and whip.

When they were alive, these weapons were their comrades who fought bloody battles and rose with them all the way; after their death, these weapons became the magical weapons that carried their flesh and blood and souls and guarded the destiny of the Great Xia nation.

Amon frowned, "Self-collapse realm, refining bones and blood into weapons? Are the human ceilings of you Daxia so crazy?"

"You are wrong." The woman in Ming Dynasty court attire said calmly, "In addition to being the ceiling of humanity, we all have another identity..."

At the edge of the six people, the woman in the lambskin sweater looked at Amon and said calmly:

"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Night Watch of Daxia, the ceiling of mankind, Wang Qing."

Next to her, a handsome boy wearing a white shirt and heavy headphones around his neck, holding a broken Fang Tian Hua Ji, spoke slowly:

"The third commander-in-chief of the Daxia Night Watch, the ceiling of humanity, Tang Yusheng."

Then, the fashionable man in a flowered shirt and bell-bottom pants smiled softly, "The second commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, the ceiling of mankind, Li Kengqiang."

"The first commander-in-chief of the Night Watch of Daxia, the predecessor of the Night Watch, the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the ceiling of mankind, Nie Jinshan." The middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit said in a low voice.

The woman in Ming Dynasty palace dress spoke calmly, "The predecessor of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the second-generation chief of the Evil Suppression Bureau, the ceiling of mankind, Gong Yangwan."

In the center of the six people, the young general holding the broken spear said slowly:

"I am the first chief of the Suppressing Evil Division, the top general of the Han Dynasty, Marquis Jing Huan... Huo Qubing."

As the six people finished speaking, an unprecedented aura erupted with them as the center. The endless torrent of national destiny suddenly rolled up. Behind them, a golden dragon condensed from destiny slowly climbed up from the torrent.

This giant dragon is invisible and intangible, like misty clouds, flying among the mountains. Its body stretches for thousands of miles with no end in sight. The scales on its body are always flowing with light golden aura, and even a trace of it can suppress all evils in the world.

This prosperous national destiny, which has been accumulated for thousands of years, is heavy, magnificent and has finally emerged between heaven and earth, revealing a terrifying corner.

At its feet, behind six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.

They are the guardians of the country's destiny.

They are the first special teams with the longest history.

Their name is [Heroic Spirits].