Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 122 Chaos breaks out!

This monster is none other than the Great Lord [Doomsday], the natural spirit of the Nine Disasters Tribe.

Most tribes in the grassland fear disasters and pray for peace, tranquility and protection, so most of the tribal names are auspicious or represent some kind of yearning.

Only the Nine Disasters Tribe is different. They fanatically worship those disasters and hope to control them and become a royal court superior to other tribes.

Therefore, in the end, the natural spirit they worshipped also became the Great Lord of Doom.

The Lord of Doom controls nine kinds of disasters, such as snow disasters, droughts, plague, locust plagues, famine, beast chaos, etc.

Of course, because it is winter now, and what people on the grassland fear most is the extremely low temperatures in winter, the most powerful ability controlled by this Doomsday Lord is to release snow disasters.

Now it is connected to the spring, its own ability has been greatly enhanced, and with the help of the weather, an unprecedented heavy snow has fallen on the entire grassland.

With the appearance of this great master, the air seemed to become cold and gloomy all of a sudden, and the snowflakes falling from the sky also violently rioted, turning into blade-like snowflakes and cutting towards the cavalry.

But everyone was covered with the divine weapon's precious light, and each of the divine weapon snowflakes was extremely weak and could not break through the defense at all.

"Authority. Hypothermia."

The Great Lord of Doom, who was suspended in the sky, lowered his head at the center, and invisible forces fell on everyone.

It forcibly mobilized the power of authority and wanted to freeze these humans to death.

But the power of the natural spirit is great but not strong. Facing the violent and powerful Canglong Halberd, its authority is just like a tickle.

"boom!"

Just when it was about to change its tactics, the old man suddenly threw the Azure Dragon Halberd like a javelin, and it hit the body of the Great Lord of Doom directly.

The figure of the Great Lord of Doom suddenly became illusory, and his aura dropped sharply, but in the next moment, his strength quickly recovered due to the replenishment of spring water.

"Qiang."

The Canglong Halberd kept spinning and flew back into the old man's hand, and the sound of weapons clashing continued to be heard in the void.

"Everyone listen up. Only kill and destroy. Do not fight those natural spirits. They can do whatever they want."

After all, the old man had been dealing with the Hu people for so long that he immediately discovered the weirdness of these natural spirits and realized that fighting with them was a complete waste of time.

But as long as more of the tribesmen are killed, it will be difficult for these natural spirits to do much.

As long as the Hu people are unable to invade the border, it is none of his business no matter how much trouble these things cause.

The bloody aura of the thirty cavalrymen became heavier and heavier, and the ground soon turned red, with blood flowing freely.

It seemed that every time they killed a person, a wronged soul would join the bloody and evil aura in their bodies, and the power of the battle formation would become stronger.

"Call sign."

At this moment, hundreds of natural spirits gathered in the camp of this tribal alliance. They naturally would not sit idly by and watch this group of cavalry wreak havoc. Each of them exerted their own authority and used various means to attack.

Or turn the earth into mud, or create thunder and lightning, or drive away all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

But these forces are too weak, and they are not even comparable to the attack of the Great Lord of Doom.

Their power is only threatening enough when facing ordinary soldiers who are numerous but not very strong overall.

In less than half an hour, nearly half of the tents were destroyed.

Although the elite tribesmen quickly organized themselves to fight the enemy, they were facing a terrifying existence at the seventh level of martial arts. The opponent was like the sharpest point in the battle formation, capable of tearing through all defenses in front of them. "Retreat!"

After a round of killing, the old man turned his horse around and left first, and the others followed closely behind, and soon rushed out of the camp, leaving only corpses and ruins on the ground.

The entire tribal settlement was filled with wailing and crying.

"This old man is too strong."

"No, not only is the old man strong, the military power he controls is also too strong."

Every move here was seen by a falcon in the sky, and the images were transmitted back to Lu Ming.

Based on the strength currently displayed by this old man, he has every reason to suspect that the reason the Hu people and the border troops were able to fight back and forth in the past was purely because this old guy let them win.

Come to think of it, if all the Hu people were wiped out, there would be no need for the army over there to exist.

At least there is no need to maintain such a large scale, and the role of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion will be greatly weakened.

"However, this old man's indiscriminate killing has provided me with an opportunity. I'm going to take advantage of it now."

Dingyuan Hou and his gang were unable to kill the natural spirits because there was a spring behind the natural spirits. However, Lu Ming, who controlled the Great Venerable Wan Yu, who was also a natural spirit, was able to kill those natural spirits, and he could also take the opportunity to occupy more of the spring water.

But just as he was about to take action, he suddenly saw that the second wave of forces entering the grassland was also moving rapidly towards the camp of the grassland alliance.

It seemed as if they were intentionally avoiding Marquis Dingyuan, or perhaps they were also hoping to get some advantage.

In this case, Lu Ming suppressed his emotions and continued to observe everything.

But the next moment, the middle-aged man leading the group suddenly raised his head and looked at the falcon flying in the sky.

Across the vast distance, Lu Ming, with the help of his hawk's eyes, met the other person's gaze.

The moment he saw the other person's eyes, Lu Ming's body moved involuntarily. His right hand suddenly extended sharp nails and pierced directly into his own eyes.

Blood flowed from his eyes, his eyeballs had exploded, and even the sharp fingers had penetrated into his brain.

However, Lu Ming quickly pulled his finger out, and the energy in his body surged, and his injuries recovered quickly.

"Authority..."

"What a terrifying power! Much more powerful than even Marquis Dingyuan."

Lu Ming shook off the blood on his fingers. The moment he looked at the other party, his body was controlled by the other party, and he involuntarily inserted his fingers into his eyes.

If it were someone else, he would have died by now.

What kind of authority is this supposed to be? Control? Hypnosis?
Lu Ming's heart trembled. Compared to those warriors who relied on magic weapons to achieve the seventh level of martial arts, all warriors who took the path of [Authority] were more terrifying and weird.

If you don't know the specific nature of the other party's authority, you will be in trouble at any time.

The same goes for Lu Ming's [Transaction] authority. If you don't know he has this authority, once you verbally agree to something with him, a contract will be immediately formed, and you won't have time to regret it.

"Hehe, there's really something to see."

Lu Ming wasn't one to swallow his anger. He'd been ambushed, so naturally he wanted to retaliate. However, he soon discovered that not far from this group, people from the Martial Temple were also chasing them.

This time, he was no longer in a hurry to take action.

(End of this chapter)