novelraw Chapter 1087 - 1082: Kylin Ancestor
Chapter 1087 - 1082: Kylin Ancestor
Qin Dynasty Command Hall.
Qin Wudao and the ministers of Qin Dynasty stood before a mysterious mirror, which presented the scene of the battle between humans and demons. Seeing the temporary stalemate, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Majesty, when shall we send troops to destroy the Great Zhou Command Hall?"
Zhuge Liang asked respectfully.
In this war concerning the destiny of races, every remnant force of the human race held crucial tasks; those with a bit of power were battling fiercely on the frontlines.
Only the Qin Dynasty Command Hall was tasked to eliminate the traitors.
This meant destroying the Great Zhou Command Hall and forces like the Carefree Sect was a menial task for the current Qin Dynasty Command Hall.
Of course, they also understood that this was the human race protecting the Qin Dynasty Command Hall.
"Order Lv Bu to lead the third legion to annihilate the Great Zhou Command Hall!"
Qin Wudao pondered for a moment and commanded solemnly.
"As you command!"
Lv Bu stepped forward, clad in armor, surrounded by a ghostly power, and bowed respectfully.
"Generals of Liang Mountain, hear the order!"
Qin Wudao spoke.
"Your Majesty!"
Song Jiang, Wu Yong, and the others stepped forward, kneeling on one knee.
"Lead your troops, split into smaller squads, and cleanse the traitorous forces within the human race!"
Qin Wudao continued to command.
He had reviewed the intelligence reports; facing powerful enemies, the human race remained mostly united. Those who surrendered to the Golden Crow Demon Court were forces mostly close to the Great Zhou Command Hall.
These forces were not strong; any general from Liang Mountain could easily sweep through them.
"As you command!"
The generals of Liang Mountain saluted, exuding overwhelming killing intent, and left the hall.
"Your Majesty, a great battle has erupted in the world of Auspicious Omen!"
At this moment, Li Ru hurriedly came in, his black robe fluttering, holding a report, and respectfully reported.
"Who is invading the Qilin Clan?"
Qin Wudao’s eyes turned cold and asked in a chilling voice.
"It’s the southern legion led by the Demon King Xiushe, with assistance from the Void Clan!"
Li Ru quickly reported.
The Void Clan!
Qin Wudao tapped his fingers on the dragon throne, pondered for a while, and coldly commanded: "Bai Qi, lead the first legion to eliminate the Demon King Xiushe and the Void Clan!"
The Void Clan is strong; its patriarch possesses peak Immortal Sovereign cultivation. With the Qilin Clan’s strength, it should be difficult to withstand.
No matter what, the Qilin Clan is an ally of Qin Dynasty. Now facing danger, Qin Dynasty cannot remain indifferent.
In fact, the battlefield in the world of Auspicious Omen was exactly the flaw in Emperor Tian’s plan to conquer the human race.
When Emperor Tian established the Demon Court, Qin Wudao was creating the Nine Provinces World; both obtained the ’Dao Creation’, rapidly increasing their strength.
Three days ago, Emperor Tian broke through to the Pre-saint Realm, his confidence soared, and he underestimated the Qin Dynasty Command Hall, presumptuously believing that Qin Dynasty lacked Immortal Sovereign powerhouses.
Therefore, he dispatched an army to attack the Qilin Clan.
"As you command!"
Bai Qi stepped forward to salute and left the hall.
After making a series of arrangements, Qin Wudao turned his gaze to the mysterious mirror again and solemnly asked: "What is the current status of Demon Sage Bai Ze?"
Two days ago, through conversations with the Azure Emperor, he learned that the human race’s crisis was not only from Emperor Tian but also from the retreating Demon Sage Bai Ze.
In some sense, Bai Ze is even more threatening than Emperor Tian.
After all, Bai Ze has survived the Demon-Defeat war and can arrange the Zhou Tian Star Formation, enough to overturn the heavens.
"Should be about to break through!"
In the Qin Tian Observatory, Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged within the Tai Chi Diagram, a divine book overhead, fingers continually calculating, infinitely extending the void around him, a river of destiny emerging, flowing through ancient and modern space-time.
In the river of destiny, the fate of the demon race and human race appeared like black and white chess pieces in a game, constantly changing.
Overall, the human race’s destiny fell to a disadvantage.
In the future fate of the demon race, there was endless vitality, reaching a critical point, about to erupt.
"Bai Ze!"
Qin Wudao slightly narrowed his eyes without speaking.
...
In the world of Auspicious Omen.
"Kill!"
"On orders from His Majesty the Demon Emperor, annihilate the Qilin Clan!"
The Demon King Xiushe transformed into his true form, thousands of miles long, coiled within a black demon cloud, exhaling black poisonous mist, corroding the surrounding starry sky, coldly commanded.
Below him, the soldiers of the southern legion and the strong of the Void Clan roared, charging endlessly like the ocean waves, threatening to drown the world of Auspicious Omen.
"Hold the line!"
"We must hold the line!"
The Qilin Emperor traversed the battlefield, his massive body scarred and bloody, continually roaring.
He raised a front paw, forcefully striking down, crushing thousands of Void Clan strong into dust, blood splattering, coloring the starry sky red.
The other strong of the Qilin Clan fiercely resisted.
Among them, there were dozens of elderly Qilin Clan strong, surrounded by a death aura; they were slumbering patriarchs, destined to vanish from the world after this battle.
Even so, facing the attack from the demon race’s southern legion and the Void Clan strong, the Qilin Clan was continually retreating.
"It should end now!"
At that moment, a cold voice rang out.
In front of the Qilin Emperor, the void suddenly folded open a gap, an endless wrath of void forming a spatial blade.
"Not good!"
Seeing the suddenly appearing spatial blade, the Qilin Emperor was shocked, entirely activating immortal energy, moving aside, shattering large areas of the starry sky.
Even so, he was struck by the spatial blade, slashing his back, leaving a deep wound visible to the bone, blood gushing like a waterfall.
"Void Clan Patriarch!"
The Qilin Emperor ignored the injury, all hair standing up, furiously commanded: "Summon the Patriarch!"
With these words.
In the world of Auspicious Omen, the fire kylin came to a mountain cave, glowing red, standing before a statue, the silhouette of the Qilin Patriarch.
Without hesitation, the fire kylin knelt, hands calculating, projecting energy into the statue.
Boom!
An ancient aura surged to the heavens, striking a spatial vortex.
"Who?"
"Dares to invade the Qilin Clan?"
Within the void, a supremely domineering voice echoed, reverberating across all realms, entering countless creatures’ ears.
At the peak of the sky, countless auspicious omens emerged, purple aura descending from the heavens, veiling the bloody smell of the starry sky, causing countless fighting soldiers to momentarily forget the slaughter.
Kylin, an auspicious beast!
And the Qilin Patriarch, as the first auspicious beast in the universe, naturally comprehended the Auspicious Omen Dao, encountering calamities, always turning peril into fortune.
Among the three ancient races, the Qilin Clan is the weakest, yet it has persevered, closely relating to the auspicious omen path, overcoming multiple life-and-death crises.
"Salute the Patriarch!"
The Qilin Emperor saluted the heavens.
There, a colossal kylin shadow, millions of miles vast, crowned, gazed profoundly, exuded auspicious aura, covering the world, supremely powerful.
"Qilin Patriarch!"
Void Clan Patriarch appeared, glancing at the kylin shadow, showing a hint of solemnity.
To the supreme king since the ancient era, he still held a degree of fear.
"Demon Race?"
After the Qilin Patriarch appeared, looking at the southern legion outside the starry sky, showed a trace of surprise.
In his era, the demon race was a frail race, mostly food for the three ancient races, unexpectedly, after many years, they could threaten the Qilin Clan.
"Kill him!"
"He’s just an avatar!"
From a distance, the Demon King Xiushe’s face turned slightly dark, coldly commanded.