Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

The wind was cold and the mountains were covered with snow. The snow was thick and soft, and every step left obvious footprints.

Everyone came to the top of the mountain and looked down at the city shrouded in clouds.

This city has been suppressed by the Oracle for many years, and the resentment of the residents has long reached its peak. Now that the Oracle's suppression is gone, combined with the influence of the Red Moon pollution.

The inhabitants of the city are no different from bombs.

If things don't go their way, the long-storing resentment will be released, and they will insult and attack anyone around them indiscriminately.

This is the root cause of urban chaos.

Fortunately, there was the intimidation of the Black Killing Group led by Shen Qingzhu and the two underworld families of Fengji, as well as the interference of An Qingyu and others.

In addition, there is help from the [Masked] team, Lin Nanaya, Yuuri Takishiro and others.

Things are not yet at the point of no return.

"We don't have much time left."

Amamiya Haruki couldn't help but sigh, but his eyes became more determined.

Su Chen walked in front, tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his left hand casually, snapped his fingers, and the snowflakes on his shoulders gently fell without leaving any trace.

"It's here."

The group walked all the way to the crater before stopping.

A gentle breeze caresses.

Under the white snow, half of the dark-colored hilt is hidden, and its edge blends in with the rocks. If you don't look closely, you might even think it's just stone.

Shota Hoshimi looked around carefully and found nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems there is no such thing as a corpse god."

When Amamiya Haruki saw the half-broken hilt, his eyes lit up with an unprecedented brilliance. He couldn't wait to step forward, grasp the hilt, and pull it out with force.

[Burial Mountain] remained motionless, without causing any waves.

Amamiya Haruki was stunned, thinking that he had slipped his hand. After adjusting his state and making sure that there was no problem, he tried again.

The result was still the same as last time.

Amemiya Haruki frowned slightly, noticing something strange about [Burial Mountain].

"Something's wrong."

Hear the words.

Yurina, Furuhara Ryoki, and Hoshimi Shouta all frowned.

"what's the situation?"

"[Burial Mountain] has become one with this mountain. It is impossible for a mortal to pull out this blade."

That's right.

This is what Haruki Amamiya felt just now.

and many more.

Everyone came back to their senses.

The voice just now sounded a little old, and the tone was full of the vicissitudes of life. It did not belong to any of them.

Follow the sound.

Only then did everyone realize that an old figure in a black robe had appeared behind Amamiya Haruki at some point in time.

"The Blade Spirit of [Burial Mountain]?"

"it's me."

The old man nodded calmly and admitted his identity.

After confirming the other party's identity.

Amamiya Haruki and his group were suddenly in a dilemma.

According to the old man, if they want to pull out the [Burial Mountain], they have to move the entire mountain. How can they do that?

Endless regret spread around.

Haruki Amemiya lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Is it going to stop here?

The cold wind was howling and snowflakes were falling.

[Burial Mountain] is quietly inserted into the snow-covered rocks.

Amamiya Haruki, Furuhara Yoshiki, Hoshimi Shota, and Yurina lowered their heads, their faces full of helplessness.

at this time.

bass-!

A clear clanging sound rang in everyone's ears, gravel mixed with snow flew everywhere, the surrounding air was torn apart, and a low sonic boom was emitted.

As if he sensed something, Haruki Amamiya looked up suddenly, and a dark-colored long sword appeared in his sight.

The [Burial Mountain] that was originally embedded in the mountain appeared before his eyes.

"?!!!"

The others present hadn't even reacted yet.

Only the old man who was the sword spirit of [Burial Mountain] saw the scene just now.

It’s Su Chen!

Su Chen didn't even get close to the Burial Mountain. He just lightly hooked his right index finger, and his movements were so casual as if he was pinching a fallen leaf.

However, it is this action.

[Burial Mountain] seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force, forcibly separating from the mountain, leaving no room for resistance.

How strong is this young man...?

[Burial Mountain] Sword Soul once worked together with Kunitsu God to kill Tianjin God, and witnessed the god with his own eyes.

at this time.

Su Chen stood quietly on the white snow, his black windbreaker fluttering gently, making him look even more aloof, as if the wind and snow in the sky were just a backdrop.

And he is the master of this world.

This was something he had never felt before, whether with Guojin Shen or Tianjin Shen.

The snow is still falling.

There was not a single snowflake on Su Chen's body.

"Get ready."

Su Chen's voice sounded slowly, instantly bringing everyone's drifting thoughts back.

"what to prepare?"

"Oh, yes, now we have nine Huojin swords. How do we fuse them into one? Do we have to forge them all over again?"

As he spoke, Shota Hoshimi couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yoshiki Furuhara.

Furuhara Ryoki's sword spirit is the craftsman who created the Nine Swords of Huojin. Probably no one knows it better than him.

Furuhara Yoshiki pursed his lips, his eyes looking somewhat complicated.

“No, but I need…”

Halfway through the sentence.

The mountain beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, the snow slid uncontrollably from the ridge, the rocks shattered, and a strange black light revealed in the cracks.

A low roar echoed from the mountain, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

A dark beam of light suddenly erupted from the crater, as if it was going to swallow up all the light and rush straight into the sky.

Feel this breath.

The expressions on everyone's faces couldn't help but turn ugly.

Wu Ji protected Xingjian Shota behind her without hesitation, staring at the black light vigilantly, her expression gradually becoming solemn.

Yoshiki Furuhara was not treated so well.

"What is this?"

Amemiya Haruki frowned, holding the last Huojin sword, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly.

"It's a corpse beast!"

Haruki Amemiya thought that this last sword might not be that simple.

did not expect.

It will attract such a monster.

"This guy was born from the corpse of Tianjin God. He absorbed Tianjin God's divine power. It's not an exaggeration to call him a corpse god."

Furuhara Yoshiki opened his mouth, not quite understanding the meaning of the words.

"To put it simply, it's a fake corpse."

"We are not facing some dumb zombies, but a god who has returned from the dead and possesses all the power he had in life."

This time, Furuhara Ryoki understood and couldn't help but ask.

"What should I do?"

"Run!"

Su Chen turned around and met the people returning from the front.

"Su Chen..."

Amemiya Haruki paused and looked at Su Chen with a complicated expression.

Su Chen was very calm and waved his hand calmly.

"Please prepare the process of combining the nine swords into one. As for the missing items, I will bring them back to you later."

"But that corpse god..."

Su Chen waved his hand and walked straight to the front, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking all the pressure from the black light column.

"Corpse God?"

"It's just the wreckage of a loser."