SFS Chapter 475: The Heroic Spirit Appears to Stabilize the Nation
Chapter 475: The Heroic Spirit Appears to Stabilize the Nation
Amon felt like a mouse that stole a cake. He was immersed in the joy of having a full meal, but suddenly found six kitchen knives shining with cold light embedded in the cake!
The luck in his body suddenly stagnated, as if an invisible big hand was strangling his throat.
There shouldn't be anything else here except him!
He was able to erode the fortune of the Great Xia nation precisely because he could transform himself into a part of that fortune, like a drop of water merging into the sea.
But these six auras...
It's clearly human!
Six figures slowly walked out from the vast river of luck, stepping on the golden waves, approaching Amon step by step.
The clothes they wear seem to have traveled through time and space, bearing the strong imprint of the times.
A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit from the Republic of China era, with deep eyes that seemed to see through everything;
A woman dressed in Ming Dynasty court attire, graceful and elegant, exuding majesty in her every gesture; a man wearing bell-bottom pants and afro, with a cynical smile, as if he doesn't care about anything;
A young woman wearing a lambskin sweater, heroic and valiant,
Amon stared at the six people intently, and the fear in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
These six people, standing in the long river of destiny, are like six magic needles that stabilize the sea, firmly suppressing the national destiny of Daxia.
He felt like a sheep that had strayed into a pack of wolves and could be torn to pieces at any time.
"Who... are you?" Amon'er's voice trembled, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
There was an eerie atmosphere in the air, like the calm before the storm.
A middle-aged man in a Mao suit stepped forward, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at Amon'er. His tone was low and dignified: "You, are the one who disrupted the fate of the Great Xia?"
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, a young general beside him, wearing Han Dynasty armor and with a heroic look on his face, stepped forward.
The long spear in his hand pointed directly at Amon'er, and a cold light flickered on the tip of the spear, as if it was ready to pierce Amon'er through the heart at any time.
"Boy, you are the troublemaker, right? Let me ask you, are you the one who disrupted the fate of our Great Xia nation?"
The young general's tone was as cold as ice chips in the dead of winter, instantly freezing the air around him.
Amon was so frightened by the sudden momentum that his whole body trembled, and the smug smile on his face froze.
He widened his eyes and looked up and down at the guys in strange clothes in front of him, his heart full of doubts and confusion.
How could humans appear in destiny?
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
He frowned and muttered to himself in confusion, "This... This is impossible! Luck, shouldn't luck be invisible? How could... How could you... humans appear?"
The young man in bell-bottom pants and with a big haircut grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
There was a hint of teasing in his tone: "Hey, you are quite knowledgeable! That's right, we are part of Daxia's destiny. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
As he spoke, he twisted his waist in a showy manner and almost threw his bell-bottom pants off.
Amon'er frowned even tighter, and the expression on his face was as if he had eaten ten kilograms of bitter melon, which was bitter and astringent.
He shook his head in confusion, like a primary school student stumped by a math problem. "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How can a human be part of destiny?"
"This is illogical! It's unscientific! This must be a dream!"
"Ha ha……"
The middle-aged man in a Mao suit chuckled. He slowly raised his head and looked at Amon'er.
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Guess what we are?"
Amon stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning.
His face, which was originally handsome, was now wrinkled into a ball, like a kneaded bun.
"Are you... the souls of dead people?" he stammered, his tone full of uncertainty and fear.
"Soul?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard some big joke. He smiled contemptuously and shook his head.
"You're being petty, young man. We are not ordinary souls. We are—Heroic Spirits!"
"Heroic spirit?" Amon was stunned for a moment. This word was very unfamiliar to him. He had never seen any record about heroic spirits in any ancient books.
He frowned and looked at the six strangely dressed guys in front of him again, trying to find some flaws in them.
These six people seemed ordinary, but they exuded an indescribable aura that made him feel inexplicably pressured.
"That's right, we are the existence that once stood at the pinnacle of humanity in the history of Daxia!" The middle-aged man's tone was full of pride and pride.
He looked around at the five people around him with a hint of respect in his eyes.
"We once protected this land. Now, we have become heroic spirits, blending into the tide of national destiny, and continue to protect the people of Daxia."
After hearing this, Amon was completely stunned.
He felt that his three views had been challenged like never before, and it was as if a thousand alpaca horses were galloping in his mind.
How can humans possibly integrate into the destiny of a country?
This is totally against common sense!
He seemed to have pressed the pause button, standing there stupidly, unable to utter a word.
"Hey, you look like you've never seen the world before. Are you scared?"
The trendy young man with an afro said this in a joking tone. As he spoke, he picked his ears as if he was talking about something insignificant.
"Impossible!" Amon'er seemed to have finally come to his senses. He loudly refuted, his tone full of doubt and unwillingness.
"How could the human soul possibly withstand such a massive impact on national destiny? This is simply unscientific!"
At this moment, the young general wearing Han Dynasty armor slowly raised his hand.
He held tightly in his hand a broken spear, which was covered with traces of time, but still exuded a chilling murderous aura.
He said calmly, "Anyone who reaches the realm of self-collapse must refine their bones and blood into a weapon before they can become a heroic spirit, integrate into the destiny of the nation, and live forever."
The young general's words exploded in Amon'er's mind like thunder.
He stared with wide eyes at the broken spear in the young general's hand in disbelief.
He could feel the powerful force contained in the broken spear, an aura that could only be honed through countless battles.
His brows were furrowed and his expression was serious, as if he was thinking about something extremely important.
"Why, you don't believe it?" The young general raised his lips slightly, a disdainful smile appeared on his face, and he thrust the broken spear into the ground with his backhand.
With a muffled sound, a ripple was stirred in the golden river of luck. Then he looked at Amon'er with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"How about taking a look at this?"
After saying that, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes like lightning, shooting straight at Amon'er, and a cold murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire space.
At the same time, the other five heroes also made the same move.
Five rays of light flashed by, and golden light surged in the long river of luck!
A rusty long sword, a chipped scimitar, a scepter broken into two pieces,
A shield covered with cracks and a halberd with only the tip left appeared in the hands of the other five heroes one after another.
Although these weapons are broken and dilapidated, they exude a terrifying pressure, as if they contain the power to destroy the world.
They hovered quietly in the air, echoing with the broken spear, forming a powerful aura that locked Amon firmly.
Amon'er's eyes almost popped out when he looked at these broken weapons.
He swallowed in disbelief, feeling as if his throat was blocked by something and was extremely dry.
"What the hell is this? You dare to show off these scrap metals?"
He tried to remain calm and spoke in a timid tone, but there was an undisguised trembling in his tone.
"Scrap metal?" The middle-aged man in a Mao suit sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"These are our companions who have fought with us throughout our lives and witnessed countless glorious events! They are far more precious than your life!"
Amon was choked by the middle-aged man's words and was speechless. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
He had never seen such a crazy act before, actually integrating his own bones and blood into weapons, turning into a heroic spirit to guard the country's destiny!
This is unheard of in the history of Daxia!
He felt that his brain was not enough. These guys were simply a bunch of lunatics!
"Haha, kid, you haven't seen the world, have you?"
The young man with afro hair waved the broken knife in his hand with a proud look on his face.
"Let me tell you, this is called the self-collapse realm! Haven't you heard of it? You are so ignorant!" He said, and deliberately looked at Amon'er with the eyes of a country bumpkin.
Amon was a little annoyed and angry by this sudden ridicule.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Self-collapse? I think it's self-harm! A bunch of lunatics!"
"Madman?" The young general, wearing Han Dynasty armor, raised his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
"Perhaps. But we lunatics have protected Daxia for thousands of years! And what have you done?"
The young general's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Amon'er's ears.
He was stunned. Yes, what did he do?
He just wanted to...
"Now, it's our turn to ask you..."
The man in the Zhongshan suit took a step forward, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, making a crisp sound, and pointed directly at Amon'er, "Who are you?"
"Hey, young man, you look so naive. I guess you don't even know who we are?"
The young man with the afro was the first to break the silence. He made a few moves with the broken knife in his hand and said in a rogue tone,
"Remember this. I, Li Qiangkeng, am the second commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch of Daxia! The ceiling of humanity! Understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young woman in the lambskin sweater also joined in the conversation, with a hint of pride in her tone.
"Little brother, I am Wang Qing'er, the fourth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch of Daxia, known as the 'Death Rose', and also what you call the ceiling of humanity." Her
The man in the white shirt nodded slightly and said gently, "Tang Shengyu, the third commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, known as the 'Light of Dawn', is also the ceiling of humanity."
Although his tone was calm, it carried an unquestionable majesty, as if every word he said carried a tremendous amount of power.
"I'm Nie Shanjin, the first commander-in-chief of the Great Xia Night Watch, leader of the 139th Special Biological Response Team, and the one you young people call the master of the art."
The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit spoke slowly, with a hint of pride and vicissitudes in his tone. His eyes seemed to contain the accumulation of years and the light of wisdom.
"Humph, you Night Watchmen just love to steal the spotlight."
The woman in Ming Dynasty court attire snorted lightly, with a hint of disdain in her tone, but more of it was pride and pride.
"I am Gong Wanyang, the second-generation chief of the Evil Suppression Bureau, the strongest fighting force in Daxia, the real ceiling!" She raised her chin, and a majestic aura came over her, making people dare not look directly at her.
The young general in Han Dynasty armor, holding a gun in one hand, stood proudly, like a god of war fighting on the battlefield.
"Huo Bingqu, the first chief of the Evil Suppression Division, Jing Huanhou! Remember this name, boy!"
His roar was like the beating of a war drum, shaking the very space.
As soon as the six people finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out from them, as surging as a volcanic eruption.
In the long river of luck, golden waves rolled, and a huge golden dragon slowly emerged, hovering above the long river. The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and earth, deafening.
Six heroic spirits, like six gods, stood at the feet of the golden dragon, the broken divine weapons in their hands.
It also emits dazzling light, which complements the golden dragon, forming a shocking picture. Every detail is full of power and epic feeling.
At this moment, the six people are no longer illusory souls, but real guardians. They will use their own strength to defend the dignity of Daxia!
"Now, do you think we are scrap metal?" Huo Bingqu, holding a broken spear, pointed at Amon'er from a distance, with a sneer on his lips.
"A few mere souls dare to act so presumptuously in front of me?" Amon laughed contemptuously, his tone full of disdain.
"That's ridiculous! Next, I'll show you what true power is!"