Martial World's
1905 - Asura Decree
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Bang out! Bang out! Bang out!
The monstrous deep red monster deep in the vast starry space formed numerous blood red dragons that smashed into the Ark of Hope's protective shield.
The Empyreans directing the spirit ship were simply unable to control its movements. For a time, the entire spirit ship began to shake violently like a small leaf caught in a storm.
"Energy reserves have been reduced to below 90%!"
An Empyrean shouted. If this continues it won't be long before the Ark of Hope's energy reserves are completely depleted. At that time, they would all die!
"The time has come . We can only use our last trump card. ”
Said the heavenly Patriarch. He looked towards the Old God God and sighed.
The so-called end card was actually a god decree left behind by the Asura Road Master.
This was a god decree taken by the Asura Road Master himself; in total there were three.
One attack, one sealing, one support!
As Beyond Divinity level treasures, if the peak Empyrean was to activate this God decree they would have to burn most of their lives as a cost to potentially kill a True Divinity.
Of course, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was no ordinary True Divinity. Killing a Good Saint Sovereign might be impossible, but they should still be able to at least wound him. And if they combined the other two Asura Decrees and the other god decrees, they might actually be able to exterminate the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign!
However, right now, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had somehow fused together with the Famine's body.
Abyssal devil – Famine.
An unimaginable existence with an extremely frightening life force. If they only burned a portion of their lives to activate the god decree left behind by the Asura Road Master, would they even be able to severely injure him?
Everyone's heart grows heavy with doubt. If they could not severely injure Famine, how could they hope to escape?
The Old God Sovereign quietly traced his spatial ring. He slowly said, “I never imagined that when we stand on the cliff of life or death, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign would appear even more formidable than before. I originally thought that with the decision of our Gods and the peak empyreans of my race to burn their lives to activate them, they could at least pose a threat to the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign. But now it seems that just burning a part of their lives would not be enough .. In fact, even a peak Empyrean alone would not be enough … "
"Everyone ... Who would step up?"
The old God Sovereign never thought that things would turn out like this.
Only peak Empyreans could activate the Asura Decree. And in this situation, in order to display the greatest power of the Asura Decree and damage Famine as much as they could, those who activated the god decree would have to completely burn down every remaining part of their lives. In other words ... it's to sacrifice themselves!
Besides, one person is not enough!
With all the Empyreans from the ancient races added together, there were a total of seven peak Empyreans; this was a relatively high number.
The seven peak Empyreans. Three decrees of the Gods.
The old God God planned to have two peaks, the Empyreans activated the first god decree together!
Two is the best number. The second Empyrean would only be able to increase the strength of the Asura Decree by less than half, and the third Empyrean would add up to less than that.
Originally, activating the Asura Decree did not mean death, so the old God Sovereign was willing to appoint others to use it.
But now, using them meant death. So the old God Sovereign did not force anyone, but requested the ones present.
The old eyes of the old God Sovereign swept over the peak of the Empyrean people's presence. Guilt was clearly on his face. He also wanted to go to war, but .. he can't die now. During this escape, they needed a leader to lead an army, and he was the backbone of the ancient race.
"I am willing to go to war …"
Old primal god, Empyrean said. He was a peak Empyrean and had already lived for 80-90 million years. He reached the twilight of the year and did not have much time left.
"I also want to go …"
"Allow me!"
"I'm a volunteer!"
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Empyreans Peak stood up one after another. This great disaster involved the life or death of their people. This ancient race, the Empyrean people had long hardened their resolve and were willing to die.
Seeing so many Empyreans standing up, the old God Sovereign's eyes glazed over. Now, he has to choose.
All he chose were those who died!
Lin Ming stood not too far away, silently watching all this happen. Other than the old God Sovereign, the other six peak Empyreans did not avoid their duties at all. And Lin Ming knew that if the old God Sovereign needed to sacrifice his life, he would not even blink doing so.
This scene left Lin Ming shocked.
The feeling that had long since disappeared from his heart began to quietly linger within him. He clenched his hand.
Some people struggle to kill others and steal their possessions.
Some people fought for revenge and slashed their enemies.
Some people struggle to get lucky chances and treasures.
But there are also those who struggle and are even willing to sacrifice themselves for the sake of others, for the greater good and the continuation of their people …
"Wuhen, Battle Sovereign, you two retreat!" The old God Sovereign waved his hand. Battle Sovereign and To Bagui were both Empyreans at the peak of their prime. They were the hopes and future leaders of the ancient race in this great calamity, and it was impossible for the powerful Old God to sacrifice them.
"But…"
"Your Majesty …"
The eyes of Diwuhen and To Bagui were reddened and misty, but the sovereign Old God directly rejected it.
"Whitemark, Dugu, I'm sorry …"
The old God Sovereign chose two people, both of them peaked Empyreans of the primal god race. The Old God Sovereign closed his eyes, two lines of tears streaming down his wrinkled face …
"Big!"
The two old Empyreans stepped forward. As Lin Ming looked at the white hair and crooked back, he did not know what to feel
The other ancient race martial artists looked at them and were unable to withstand the grief in their hearts.
"If you have words you want to say …"
The old God Sovereign asked.
Whitemark. He took out a scroll painting from his spatial ring and jade pendant. He quietly opened the scroll. This drawing paper was extremely ancient, as if it had been stored for a famous span of time.
The painting on the scroll was a childish and innocent. The young man had a jade pendant hanging on his waist, exactly the same as the one Whitemark was holding.
“This is my grandson. His natural talent could not be considered too great, but he was diligent in his youth and always gave his best efforts. During his youth, he stubbornly went on adventures, and he entered the Ruins of the Ancient Realm to temper himself in danger of the mystic realm there. But after that, he didn't come back … "
The old man's voice sounded old and hoarse. This is his only grandson. The primal god race was a race that was not accepted by the Heavenly Dao. They cannot be compared to the three peak races because their reproductive ability is very poor.
They had several descendants, and even at that time the descendants of Empyreans were not necessarily peerless geniuses. The reason why humans and saints could find talents among their ranks was because of their rapidly growing population. Their countless descendants filtered through layer upon layer of tests until the best was left.
"If you can find him, please take care of him for me. In my life, she was my only remaining concern .. ”
The old man handed the two items over to Diwuhen.
Diwuhen did not know what to feel. He opened his lips as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He finally breathed.
He knew that the chances of finding this young man were almost nonexistent.
Most likely ... he has perished. However, in the primal god race that had a low number to begin with, they valued their descendants above all and could not bear the thought of losing them or even giving up on them.
In particular, now that Whitemark was about to die, in his heart he hoped that this bloodline could continue …
"Dugu, and you …?"
The sovereign Old God looked at the other Empyrean, his eyes wet.
Dugu looked back indifferently, slowly shaking his head.
Compared to Whitemark, Dugu grew up in the wilderness from his youth, living by drinking the blood of birds and beasts. His disposition is more detached.
Once, he had ventured into the Ruins of the Primeval Realm as an assassin. His hands were covered in the blood of holy martial artists.
“I don't talk much. I have no children, only myself … "
Dugu's eyes were neither sad nor happy. Instead, they contained a calm calmness and a hard determination of heart.
He was young, and he loved someone too.
But ... In his long life, the woman he loved was unable to bear a child.
The reproductive ability of the primal god race was too low. It was as if the Heavenly Dao had cursed them …
He had arrived alone in this world and now he would die alone. Perhaps it was his destiny to become an assassin, but right now, he was no longer a murderer …
The atmosphere of the spirit ship was tense and heavy.
Worry, fear, anger, and even sadness for the future.
Everyone's eyes lit up with light, their minds filled with thoughts.
Everyone watched as Dugu and Whitemark left.
Both of them stepped into the direction of the ship.
The Good Fortune Saint Son looked at these two old men at the bow of the ship and smiled evilly. "Two fools are looking for death!"
Beside the Good Fortune Saint Son, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign's attention was attentively focused on the two old men.
They were both peak Empyrean people in the final years of their lives. This was not enough for the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign to feel fear, but the black symbol paper in their hands was actually shocking.
"That ... the decree of the gods? Alrighty! Then let me see what this ultimate power is like!
The pure black god edict carried an endless aura of carnage. Under Whitemark's control, it slowly floated upwards.
Whitemark calmly looked at the god decree floating in front of him. Then, with a resonant shout, a brilliant blood-red light illuminated his eyes. The wind rose up around his body. His hair fluttered upwards and his robe fluttered.
At this moment, he was emitting a dazzling light. Waves of great life force gushed out from him like a raging river, endlessly surging into the middle of the god decree.
And at the next moment, all of his blood boiled to the surface, rushing towards the god decree. Empyrean's old body was soaked in a dazzling heavenly light.
Then, a heavenly light also lit up around Dugu.
His face was still cold and indifferent, but now contained a deep gaze and was unwilling to give up!
His life has reached its end and this will not change. But, he did not want the future generations of the primal god race to share his fate!
"If the heavens have to destroy my god race, then with my god blood, let me turn into a demonic flame that burns the heavens!"
Dugu's blood started to burn.
This was the last brilliance unleashed from the burning of his life!
At that moment, the edict of the god seemed to come alive. Fluctuations come from within it.
Although this was only a simple fluctuation, it was like a heavenly weapon that had been asleep for a trillion years was being stirred, releasing a terrifying aura.
A huge black Asura ghost started to slowly appear …
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"The greatest truth is honesty, and the greatest falsehood is dishonesty."