Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 238 Zhou Tian Xin Huo Zhen Ling Creation Array

A corner of Cangnan.

Zhao Kongcheng led the Xinhuo Legion to fight bravely on the battlefield, successfully strangling a large number of invading frost giants and making great contributions to the peace of Cangnan City.

However, just as they were preparing to celebrate their victory, the entire Cangnan suddenly underwent drastic changes.

Cangnan’s streets, buildings, and even people were disappearing at an alarming speed, turning into golden spots of light and dissipating in the air like a dream bubble.

This made Zhao Kongcheng's middle-aged bearded face extremely worried, and his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.

With the cigarette butt hanging from his lips, he smoked one cigarette after another, as if only the tobacco smoke could ease the heaviness in his heart.

He sat on a piece of ruins, his face melancholy, his eyes staring into the distance empty. The ground was covered with cigarette butts, which were all testimonies of the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

The soldiers of the Xinhuo Corps around them also had faces full of pain and worry. Their eyes flashed with concern for ordinary people and Cangnan, but they didn't know what to do.

Zhao Kongcheng knew that he had to report the situation to his superiors, hoping to get some instructions and help.

However, the superior's response was weak, and they could only ask him to do his best to rescue the remaining survivors.

Faced with such a situation, Zhao Kongcheng felt extremely frustrated and powerless. He sighed heavily.

"Oh! What the hell is going on? I, Old Zhao, am really impressed! Why is this happening?"

There was a tremor in his voice, as if he was making a final cry to the world, but he didn't know where the answer was.

Zhao Kongcheng was originally very happy, thinking that if the invading mysterious force was eliminated, peace would return to Cangnan.

He had already pictured a beautiful post-war scene in his mind, and had even made plans to have a meal with the old members of Team 136 after the war was over.

He imagined everyone sitting together, sharing their experiences over the past year.

How happy it would be to show off a little and talk about your great achievements in the past year.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and his eyes flashed with anticipation.

He imagined everyone's laughter and the lively scene, as if he could already smell the aroma of delicious food.

However, reality gave him a heavy blow.

Now, the situation in Cangnan has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and everything seems to be collapsing in an instant.

Zhao Kongcheng's heart was filled with worry and uneasiness. His face became heavy and a hint of anxiety appeared in his eyes.

He was even very worried that the other members of Team 136 would also disappear mysteriously for no reason.

An ominous premonition arose in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

His hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Oh! What should I do? I'm so worried!" Zhao Kongcheng's voice was full of helplessness and anxiety. His brows were furrowed and his eyes revealed deep worry.

The whole person felt extremely weak, as if all the strength had been drained away and he couldn't move his whole body.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was under tremendous pressure, and every breath seemed so heavy.

As a soldier, Zhao Kongcheng's responsibility is to protect the people. His heart is full of adherence to his duties and loyalty to his mission.

However, faced with this sudden disaster, he felt like a waste and could do nothing.

He could only watch as ordinary people disappeared one after another and turned into golden spots of light, his heart filled with powerlessness and despair.

Zhao Kongcheng felt a mixture of melancholy and discomfort in his heart, and his mood was as if shrouded in dark clouds, with no trace of light.

His eyes fell on his former badge. The words on the back of the badge seemed to speak of his oath and determination:

"When the dark night finally comes,

I will stand before tens of thousands of people,

With the sword facing the abyss,

The sky is stained with blood!"

This oath had inspired him countless times, allowing him to be fearless and move forward courageously on the battlefield.

However, at this moment, Zhao Kongcheng felt like a joke.

Even though he is now the general of Zhao Kongcheng and has a higher status and more powerful power, he is still helpless in the face of this inexplicable disaster.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and he didn't know what else he could do to stop the disaster from spreading further.

He could only hold the badge tightly, as if looking for a glimmer of strength and hope, hoping to find a way to solve the problem and protect everything he cherished.

Just when Zhao Kongcheng was at a loss and his heart was filled with helplessness and anxiety, an amazing change suddenly occurred in the sky.

The candle dragon that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared. Its body was vast and boundless, as if it spanned the entire sky.

A pair of red-gold vertical pupils were like two blazing suns, occupying most of the sky and emitting endless light and majesty.

Before Zhao Kongcheng recovered from the shocking scene, he heard the solemn and sacred words of Zhulong in his heart:

"Spread the flame...disaster...obey my command!...!"

This voice was like the sound of nature, directly penetrating his soul and making him feel an unprecedented power and hope in an instant.

In an instant, Zhao Kongcheng's eyes lit up, as if he had found a bright light in the darkness, illuminating his way forward.

The fog in his heart was swept away at this moment. He instantly figured out the source of his inheritance and solved a major doubt that had been in his mind for a long time.

His heart was filled with excitement and anticipation, as if he had seen the dawn of hope.

Zhao Kongcheng flipped over and jumped up. His movements were agile and powerful, and his body was like a thick city wall, straight and upright.

His eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted:

"Sergeants, listen up!!!"

His voice was full of strength and determination, as if announcing the beginning of a new battle.

All the soldiers instantly moved like sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, their movements were in perfect unison, and their eyes revealed determination and loyalty.

"exist!!!"

Their voices were loud and powerful, as if responding to Zhao Kongcheng's orders, and as if declaring their determination to the world.

Zhao Kongcheng's eyebrows were like sharp blades, and his eyes flashed with endless fighting spirit.

“The flame is burning!!!”

His voice was as passionate as a war drum, instantly igniting the fire in the hearts of all the soldiers.

Suddenly, flames of fire began to burn from the bodies of the soldiers of the Fire Legion. These flames were like red smoke that reached the sky and illuminated the entire battlefield.

These flames represent not only strength and courage, but also hope and the future.

Illuminated by the flames, the soldiers of the Xinhuo Corps appeared mighty and majestic, with great momentum, as if they had become an invincible force.

The fire on Zhao Kongcheng's body reached its peak at this moment. It was not only the vastest, but also as red as a burning flame, as if it was going to dye the entire sky red.

The fire formed a huge halo around his body, enveloping him completely, making him look like a warrior descending from the sky, majestic and inviolable.

As the flame burned, Zhao Kongcheng's body seemed to be endowed with new strength. There was a firm light in his eyes, as if telling everyone that he would protect this land and people at all costs.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his muscles appeared even stronger and more powerful under the illumination of the fire, as if they could burst out with amazing strength at any time.

The flames burning from the soldiers of the Flame Corps were like a red Great Wall of Flame. They connected to each other and rushed up to the sky, forming a spectacular sight.

......

Zhang Yun transformed into the true form of Zhulong, with his huge body spanning the sky, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across his dragon face.

He felt the red wall of flames rising up in various places in Daxia. It was a powerful force, the response he had expected.

The burning of these flames not only illuminated the sky, but also ignited the hope in his heart.

Since he sensed that Lin Qiye was tricked by the god of trickery, Loki, into leaving the Mortal Realm and Cangnan's territory, he had actually prepared for the worst in his heart.

He understood that Cangnan's disappearance was inevitable. Even if he didn't disappear now, he would disappear in half a month at most.

This realization filled him with a heaviness in his heart, but rather than giving up, he strengthened his resolve.

He had thought of this day a long time ago, so he transformed directly into the true form of Zhulong, because this is when he is the most powerful.

His power reached its peak at this moment. If he wanted to save the millions of people who disappeared, he had to use all his strength.

He once thought that he could revive all the people in Cangnan once he reached the Golden Core stage, but when he actually reached the Golden Core stage, he found that his strength was not enough and there was still something missing.

So, he thought of the people who inherited the torch throughout Daxia.

These people are the extension of his power and the hope of Daxia.

He knew that only with their help could he accomplish this almost impossible task.

His heart was filled with trust and expectation for these inheritors of the torch. He knew that they would be the key to his saving Cangnan.

"A single spark can start a prairie fire!" These words echoed in Zhang Yun's heart, like a flash of lightning that cuts through the darkness, illuminating his way forward.

The fire, although only a lower-level power of his candle, a tiny flame extending from the endless candle flame, it contains endless miracles and power.

The flame is not just a physical flame, it is the fire of humanity and the fire of the soul.

Each cluster of fire represents the fire of hope of a Daha person, and is the purest and most ardent desire in their hearts.

Although these flames are small, they are full of hope and creative power. They can ignite people's hearts, dispel darkness, and bring light and warmth.

In every corner of Daxia, these torch bearers quietly ignite their own flames.

Their power may be insignificant, but when these forces come together, they can form an unstoppable torrent.

This torrent can break through all obstacles, overcome all difficulties, and bring new life to Daxia.

Zhang Yun knew this very well. He knew that although the power of the firewood was not as strong as his candlelight, it had unique value and significance.

These torch bearers are the backbone of Daxia and the spark of hope.

Their existence allows Daxia to still see the light and feel the warmth in the darkness.

At this moment, Zhang Yun's true form of Zhulong felt the power of these flames, and his heart was filled with relief and hope.

As long as these flames are still burning, Daha will never lose hope.

These tiny flames will eventually converge into a raging prairie fire, bringing new vitality and vigor to Daxia.

Zhang Yun's dragon roar shook the sky. The sound was like an ancient call, echoing in every corner and shaking the whole world.

"Using billions of firewood as a guide!"

His voice was full of power and determination, as if announcing that a great undertaking was about to begin.

"The Zhoutian Xinhuo True Spirit Creation Formation Gathers!!!"

Zhang Yun's voice was like a war drum, passionate and powerful, and every word was filled with endless power.

Suddenly, the flames scattered throughout Daxia gathered towards Cangnan in an instant as if they were summoned.

These flames were like countless red rivers, flowing from all directions and converging into a vast red ocean.

Zhang Yun's huge candle dragon mouth spitted out lightly, and a candle flame of origin appeared. The flame was as hot as the sun, emitting endless light and power.

Like a red Taihao Zhiyang,

Light up the whole world.

The firewood burned by billions of ordinary people in Daxia, with this original candlelight as the center, formed a great formation of creation of billions of Zhoutian firewood true spirits.

This formation is vast and boundless, and every flame is like a star, moving in an orderly manner in the formation.

They reflect and connect with each other, forming a spectacular scene, as if the stars in the universe are moving in an orderly manner, full of mystery and power.

The operation of this formation not only brings endless light and hope, but also contains powerful creative power.

Each flame radiates warmth and vitality, and their power comes together to form a powerful force that is enough to change Cangnan's destiny.

The original candlelight incarnated by Zhang Yun became the core of this formation. His power guided the operation of the entire formation, allowing each flame to exert its maximum power.

Suddenly, a terrifying and vast force surged out like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire Cangnan.

This power comes from the Zhoutian Array, which contains endless majesty and mystery, as if it can swallow all darkness and illuminate every corner.

This power is like a red dragon flame wall of humanity, spanning the sky of Cangnan. Its body is extremely huge, and the red flames are burning on it, illuminating the entire world.

The appearance of the Red Dragon Flame Great Wall made the sky of Cangnan extremely spectacular.

Its body coiled and meandered like a giant fire dragon, shuttling through the clouds and making a deafening roar.

Every flame emits a blazing light, as if it can burn away all evil and disasters.

This force is not only powerful, but also full of vitality and vigor.

It is like a river of life, flowing in every corner of Cangnan, bringing new vitality and vigor to the city.

"Soul, come back!!!"

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