Douluo: The Thousand-Faced Angel in Dragon King

Chapter 84 The war is about to break out

The autumn wind was howling and the rain was drizzling. Nangong Yi stood at the head of the team that was tasked with exterminating the evil soul master, with Qian Mo and Gu Yuena standing beside him.

"The Holy Spirit Church has revived again. Now is a troubled time!" A trace of worry flashed across Nangong Yi's eyes.

The Holy Spirit Cult disappeared from the Douluo Continent after being destroyed by Huo Yuhao ten thousand years ago, but unexpectedly, it has not only become active again, but has also demonstrated strong combat power. This is not good news for the Federation.

"Sovereign Mo, have the surrounding residents been evacuated?" Nangong Yi asked a middle-aged man who came to report the situation.

Hearing Nangong Yi addressing him, Qian Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the person who came.

His last name is Mo, and he is also the governor of Tiandou City. He should be Mo Wu.

In the original novel, his daughter Mo Lanwei becomes the Speaker of the Sun-Moon Federation and belongs to the Dove faction.

Mo Wu reported, "The evacuation has been completed. But Nangong War God, the process of evacuating the civilians was quite noisy, and those evil soul masters might have noticed it."

Nangong Yi said calmly, "It's okay. The first thing to do is to ensure that once the battle begins, it won't affect the surrounding residents. As for being noticed by these evil soul masters, that's fine. This area has been sealed off, and not even a fly can escape. We have enough combat power, and they are just lambs to be slaughtered."

In an apartment not far from the action team, a group of soul masters with strange auras gathered together.

One of the tall, thin men leaned over the window, gazing at the empty street. He said resentfully, "That loser Zhang Quan! He got dumped by a ten-year-old brat. He failed to assassinate us, and when he got caught, he even betrayed us."

"We were so well hidden that we were exposed to the Federation. We were forced to hide here and there for a while, but we were still found."

Another burly man said in a muffled voice, "Boss, what should we do? Have we contacted headquarters? We're surrounded. Can you send a Heavenly King to rescue us?"

The man in black sitting in the first seat picked up a soul communicator and repeatedly dialed the same number until the soul communicator said "the number you dialed is busy". His face suddenly turned gloomy, and he threw the soul communicator to the ground. He stomped on it several times as if to vent his anger, and only stopped when the soul communicator was broken into pieces.

"We can't get through, we've been abandoned!" the man in black said coldly.

"Damn it! We fought hard for the Holy Church, but when they saw the situation was not going well, they just sold us out!" an evil soul master cursed.

"What should we do? Boss!"

The man in black glanced around coldly and said calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. Whether you live or die later depends on your own ability!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The man in black suddenly changed his expression, and instantly turned into a puff of black smoke. The next moment, several soul-guided shells pounded down, and in the blink of an eye, the apartment was razed to the ground.

Among the ruins, several evil soul masters had just crawled out of the rubble when several mechas and evil soul masters fell from the sky, pointing their cold metal gun muzzles at them.

A stream of black smoke passed through the holes and tried to sneak away, but a dragon-shaped air wave came from afar and instantly blew away the black smoke.

The scattered black smoke gathered again and turned into a man in black who looked at Nangong Yi in front of him with fear.

Nangong Yi said coldly: "See you again, Wen Lihui. This time without Zhang Quan by your side, you have no chance of escaping from me!"

Wen Lihui said coldly: "You and I are both Titled Douluo. You may not be my opponent today!" Nangong Yi did not answer, but clenched his fists and blasted out a huge dragon-shaped fist.

Nangong Yi's martial soul is somewhat peculiar. It is not a true dragon martial soul, but a special kind of existence similar to a dragon soul.

When his martial soul awakened, he was recognized by a dragon soul and turned it into his own martial soul.

Therefore, his fighting style is simple and unpretentious, but it is full of the aura of the dragon clan. Each of his nine soul skills is accompanied by the ability of the dragon clan, but he himself cannot transform his martial soul into a real dragon. It is just a dragon soul possession, and even scales cannot be produced.

Although this lacks the powerful defensive power of the Dragon Clan, on a spiritual level, it is stronger than the ordinary True Dragon Spirit.

His fist is his best weapon, and every punch he throws is in the shape of a dragon.

Nangong Yi held his breath and concentrated, punching forward. The dragon soul behind him roared, invisible air waves gushed out, and a terrifying mental storm raged towards Wen Lihui.

Wen Lihui's eyes were fierce, and he opened his black robe like a big bat. Black smoke poured out of his body and turned into a big hand covering the mental storm.

The two Titled Douluo were fighting fiercely here, and the battle on the other side was also in full swing.

Several evil soul masters displayed their magical powers, and the evil and terrifying aura ravaged the entire field. Many mechas were blown away, and a big hole was sunk into the originally smooth surface of the mechas.

The strong men sent by Shrek Academy and Tang Sect were also entangled. It seems that this team should belong to the elite team of Holy Spirit Church.

"The Plaguebringer will take your lives!"

A sinister voice sounded, and the man was covered in a large black cloak, holding a scepter in his right hand.

Circles of soul rings lit up from under his feet. His soul rings looked very different from those of normal soul masters. The soul rings did not appear all at once, but appeared misty like smoke. Two yellow, two purple, two black, six soul rings. Moreover, there is still a faint green smoke on the outer layer of his six soul rings.

The evil soul master raised the scepter in his hand, and a soul ring on his body flashed. Suddenly, a large amount of green mist swarmed out and filled the space.

As a brilliant sun rose, a holy light shone down, and the spread of the green mist was immediately curbed, and even showed a tendency to slowly disappear.

The Plague Messenger looked up and discovered that the sun was actually a young man. Golden light flowed on the eight wings behind the young man, and his body was surrounded by a sacred aura that seemed to be real and that he hated very much.

The person who came was Qian Mo, who had the eight-winged Seraph spirit.

"This disgusting breath," the Plague Messenger's eyes were filled with endless murderous intent. He swung the scepter in his hand, and then a burst of strong green light burst out from his body. The green light was like smoke and expanded instantly.

The second soul ring on Qian Mo's body flickered, and the eight wings closed together. A cross shield stood in front of him, and the plague was firmly blocked in front of him, unable to advance an inch.

The next moment, the green plague tore open a big hole, and the Holy Cross Sword drew a graceful golden arc, slashing towards the head of the plague messenger, attempting to behead him with one sword.

But the Plague Messenger is an evil soul master at the Soul Emperor level, so it is obviously impossible to kill him so easily.

(End of this chapter)